[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

After the 20-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, Yuuri Katsuki felt that something had changed.This certainly does not refer to his growing nearsightedness, or the customary need to leave the house to survive on his own, because he is the only male in his family, and he must sit in his hall inheriting the dwindling old estate , deeds and paperwork, and maybe later he will inherit one of the largest hot spring hotels in the town—this is a feasible strategy after his father's careful consideration when the last bit of feudal shade has disappeared.

What matters is that everything in him seems to change, and it's in moments like this.

He was lying on the ground in a ridiculous dog crawling position, holding his bamboo sword in his hand, panting, and then there was that joking voice above his head.

"When Yuuri thinks about something, he wrestles."

Yuuri turned his face away with difficulty, and looked directly at the owner of the voice as much as possible, even though the sun shone on the man's short white hair like a layer of diamonds, and the eyes under the long bangs were dazzling look straight at. "I didn't think about anything!" Yuuri got up and straightened his crooked glasses, and put the distance away again, but the person opposite didn't move.

Victor was wearing the same white bathrobe as he was, holding a bamboo sword in one hand and staring at him thoughtfully with his chin resting on the other.After a few seconds, Yuuri was on the verge of opening his mouth before being cut off again - always like that since he was a kid, "There's nothing on your face. I just think, Yuuri has changed a little bit. Or... you've always been how about this?"

"What." Yuuri's heart beat a little faster, "What is this and that."

"Because, when you were young, when you couldn't beat me, you always surrendered and gave up, and then you always recovered after a day, but I don't know when, Yuuri has become more and more unwilling to admit defeat." Victor He said while thinking, "I've been pondering this question for a long time, is Yuuri a cowardly child, or..."

I can't keep up with this guy.Yuuri thought feebly.But then it dawned on him that it was a good time to attack, and he did it, and he thought of the steps in a split second, with a sly and sudden look on his face—he made a quick slide forward, Swing the sword at Victor's center - of course it is impossible to hit, then dodge to the left to avoid possible counterattacks and then from the right. . .

However, this smug little tactic was only halted at the first step, because Viktor didn't move at all, just staring at Yuuri's expression, waiting for the bamboo sword to fall on his forehead.

"Victor!" Yuuri stopped abruptly and held the sword angrily, "Don't you know that it hurts to hit it with a bamboo sword? I won't put ice on your forehead anymore, even if you give it to me every day." Combing your hair is useless!"

Victor ignored some annoyances caused by Yuuri's gentle treatment like "ice cubes on his forehead" for a long time recently, and his attention was on Yuuri's expression just now for a moment.After a few more seconds, his pensive expression unfolds and he smiles.And a good laugh.He didn't speak, but opened the distance, holding the bamboo sword with both hands, and rushed over.

A powerful up chop, then left, down, down, right. . .Yuuri blocked one by one according to the rhythm of his usual practice, and looked for opportunities to counterattack.After a hard blow to the calf, Yuuri's fighting spirit was also fully stimulated. He kept adjusting his steps, trying to dodge the attack rhythm he was gradually familiar with, and then at a certain point he said "coming" in his heart ——He accurately judged Victor's sudden change of attack method—the blade slashed across his left shoulder, but suddenly turned back, aiming at his right elbow—so he quickly dodged the blow and shot from the left side. Quickly swung a half-arc from bottom to top—the moment the blade fell to the top of Victor's head, Yuuri held back his strength and tapped the opponent's head lightly with the tip of the sword, "Victor, you lost. Yuuri smiled as if he had succeeded in a mischief, but he instantly felt a strong pull on his wrist holding the sword, and then he was turned in a circle in the next step, his arm was pressed by Victor's arm and forced to wrap around his neck, and then Seeing a pain in his wrist, his bamboo sword fell to the ground.

"You, you fouled!" Yuuri was restrained by Victor, unable to move, and because he was not as tall as the person behind him, his feet wanted to leave the ground, and he kicked on the ground.

"Don't move." Someone whispered next to his ear, "or your wrist will hurt even more. I didn't try hard enough." Yuuri's earlobe felt tickled as his breath began to burn.here we go again.He thought to himself disgustedly.

He didn't dare to move anymore, and the people behind him slowly loosened their grip, but they didn't let him go.Viktor put his chin on Yuuri's shoulder and said in one of his usual cheeky voices, "Yuuri has really grown up—what should I do, Yuuri was cuter when he was a kid, and I can't help thinking of Yuuri now I dare not hug—”

"Eh--?"

"So? What is the most important thing you want to tell me?" Yuuri was forced to sit in the hot spring, not looking at the exhibitionist behind him who had been wiping his body back and forth with a towel without any scruples, he Gradually he understood what the problem was, but he still didn't want to see the body that he had seen since childhood.

Victor plops into the pool, splashing Yuuri all over his face. "The important thing is, why doesn't Yuuri like taking a shower with me?"

"..." Yuuri turned around with black hair and began to crawl out of the pool, but was caught by his legs in the next second and was pulled into the water again.He spat out the water in his mouth extremely annoyed, "Victor, you are getting more and more smug, you are my sparring partner and bodyguard, not my teacher, let alone someone from me—" "Of course I am someone from you. Victor interrupted him triumphantly, successfully seeing the other party's sudden guilty expression, "I am your retainer."

"You still know!" Yuuri immediately put on a serious and serious expression and said, "Is there any retainer who always contradicts the young master? Also, do you always order the young master to use some attack method to practice the sword? Also, how to suppress it? Legs, what nutritious meals to eat, and even where to play, do you decide for the young master?"

Victor scratched his chin with great interest, but asked in a very solemn voice: "Dear young master, do you really not want to listen to me?"

Yuuri rubbed his shoulder.He's gone.

yes.He could not listen, he could refute, and he could even deliberately use the name of the so-called young master to pressure him and order him to listen to his own words.But he never did that.From childhood to adulthood, Victor is like his own brother, and sometimes even a bit like his other father. He didn't think about whether what the other party said was correct (although almost all of them were correct), he just listened to him blindly, Occasionally playful rebellion.He's used to it, and enjoys it.

Why, why does he always know what I'm thinking?and I?

"So, the important thing now is," Victor picked up a thick book placed on the moisture-proof mat by the pool, dried his fingers and flipped through the pages, "let's check the guy who gave you the challenge book. It's best to go there Let’s go to the hateful Nagoya, thoroughly investigate his origin, and then make a plan for you according to the enemy’s situation—"

The thing about the challenge book a week ago managed to get Yuuri's attention, but it was only for a few seconds.He finally couldn't help watching the person on the opposite side climb out of the pool and walk back and forth in front of him, talking about the so-called plan, accompanied by unnecessary exaggerated movements from time to time, and then, his The line of sight moved from the streamlined broad shoulders with water drops to the plump and shiny chest muscles and the pair of slender and powerful hands waving back and forth, then the well-proportioned thighs without fat, and then——

It's really big.

Katsuki Yuuri helplessly covered his face, which was already red to the base of his ears.

The author has something to say: Yuuri, don’t you know that Victor is letting you?

The one who read the article is right, you, if you don’t bubble up, you will. . .