Two or three things about the rebirth of the scumbag

In the early morning of the second day, Tsurumaru Kunianaga, who had been crazy in the amusement park last night, was lying on his back and sleeping in the futon, but suddenly heard the sound of the door being gently opened.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes in a daze, sat up and yawned, "It's so early to wake up, light..."

Before he finished speaking, Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly stopped his movements.

The person standing at the door looking embarrassed is indeed Guangfang, but...

"...your coat," Tsurumaru Kununaga's drowsiness disappeared instantly, he raised his eyebrows, and said in a delicate tone, "Why does it look familiar?"

"..." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong twitched the corners of his mouth, tugged at his clothes, and looked up at the ceiling as if nothing had happened.

Could it not be familiar? This is the coat that the judge wears every day. Anyone in this pill looks familiar.

It's terrible, this Kobo... Tsurumaru Kuniang clicked his tongue in his heart, he said that he didn't see the other party back because it was late at night last night, so he was sleeping in the main hall room!

Even before moving to the castle tower, she still acted reluctantly and wanted to go back to her mother's house. Isn't this change too fast?Tsurumaru Kunian couldn't help but like his friend's action, but at the same time, he couldn't control his delicate and complicated emotions.

——This kind of delicate mood can be briefly summed up as sour.

"Well, Mr. Tsuru..." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada was just about to say something to the other party, when Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly raised his hand to cover his ears and walked out, saying quietly, "I'm sorry, Kobo, I want to break up with you all morning , forget about my lemon essence..."

"..." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong was speechless, as if he heard the sound of the boat of friendship being ruthlessly overturned.

**

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was not the only one feeling melancholy at this time.

There are two huge dark circles hanging on Hasebe's face, and he looks haggard. He looks more like the one who indulged in excess last night than Mitsutada Candlestick.

Although it is true to say so, Candlestick is fighting in person, he just listens to the corner of the wall.

The valet who hadn't slept all night was walking in the main pill, and the black energy radiating from his body caused the colleagues passing by around to step aside, lest he would cause trouble.

Yaki Hasebe didn't notice the movement around him at all. His mind was full of the noise and panting upstairs last night. When he thought of losing to Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada again, the sour taste in his heart was stronger than Tsurumaru Kuninaga's. It's too much, it can almost flood the whole benwan.

Damn... Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, how is he better than me?Ha, it's really useless to hear how he cried in the end, why can't he bear even a little pain?

In fact, he didn't know much about □□, and he didn't even understand why the other party was crying. He was gearing up naively, and wished he could take off his clothes and bring him to the God Judge's room now, to show that he was no worse than Candlestick Cutlight.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yaken Toshiro who was passing by on tiptoe, his eyes lit up immediately, he quickly grabbed the other's hand, and said righteously: "Yakuken, we used to have a good relationship, right?! "

——Hehe, you seemed to say the same thing last time when you saw Candlestick Kiri Mitsuchu not pleasing to the eye.

Yaken Toshiro, who had worked hard to reduce his sense of existence, froze, and found that the hand that was holding him could not move away, so he had to push his glasses, "Well, Zongsan seems to be in his room, let's go to find him?"

It's one thing to delay one, Zong San, I'm sorry.

**

In the castle tower, Inokai, who had just woken up not long ago, was sitting on the kotatsu reading manga. He was still wearing the black coat that Mitsutada forgot to take away. He was about to turn the pages of the book when a low voice sounded in his ear. voice of youth.

"Master, can I come in?"

Inokai was taken aback for a moment, then turned around to look, but it was Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro who was kneeling outside the door.

Inokai closed the book, turned to look at him, "Yes."

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro walked in with his head bowed, he glanced at the jacket on the examiner, and said softly, "Is it true..."

"?" Inokai didn't hear his words clearly, but saw the other party kneeling next to him, and took out a beige square guard.

"Should have been given yesterday..." The original knife, which has never had any sense of existence in this pill, whispered, "Congratulations on the first anniversary, master."

Omori?Inokai picked up the gift that was obviously homemade, with poor stitching but careful stitching, and found that the lower right corner was still embroidered with Yamabaki Kunihiro's sword pattern... Probably, he didn't have much research on this.

"A guardian is a gift given to men with swords by the god judge to protect their safety." Kiri Kunihiro pursed his lips and said seriously, "But also, our duty is to protect you."

"We were summoned by your spiritual power, and the peace and joy of the god judge is our happiness," rarely said such provocative words, the blond young man looked embarrassed and quickly covered his face, his voice became more and more The smaller you are, the last you can barely hear, "You always seem to have a lot of worries... If you have any worries, although they may not be resolved, please tell us."

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro stood up, hesitated before leaving, and said: "In fact, everyone has prepared gifts... Maybe they will come over later."

"...Ah." Feeling that the room was about to be filled again, Inokai froze and nodded.

"Well, your coat..." Realizing that the master didn't understand what he meant, Yamabuchi Kirikunihiro hesitated to speak, and left silently.

Fu Sangshen's footsteps gradually walked away, Inokai stroked the amulet, wondering what he was thinking in a daze.

"My lord!" Not long after, the lively voice of the short sword came from the corridor outside, "This is a gift from me and Sanriyue Xiaohumaru, guess which one is mine? Is it much prettier than theirs! ...Huh? Why does this coat look like..."

"Don't bully Taidao just because of high mobility..." Xiaohumaru and Mikazuki Zongjin silently complained while listening to the movement above while climbing the stairs.Then another wave of Awataguchi's short knives overtook their car, laughing and running upstairs.

"Owner!"

"My lord!"

Crisp laughter came from the castle tower, and the snow scene outside the window was still there. The crystal white snow piled up on the branches of the Manyozakura and was blown off by the wind.

The delicate light pink flower buds bloom silently in the winter sun.

————End————

By the way, after discovering the original owner of the jacket on Shen Shen, Mi Jiang was baptized by all kinds of admiration, sourness, envy and so on in Honmaru for a week 2333

Mi sauce:_(:з」∠)_

I finally finished this inkblot... (eyes dead) I just wanted to write a few chapters of short stories about healing, to satisfy myself and want to see how flattered the knives were suddenly treated with gentleness (you, the ghost knows why the ink suddenly appeared later) up...

_(:з」∠)_Now the whole person is empty, the honey juice has entered the refractory period, I really want to hug the fragrant and soft Ms. Mustache and take a deep breath...

Next, I will update the Lily chapter of my own Honmaru. The other article, which focuses on x-knife, the judge is always unhappy, should probably be updated at the same time, but it has been left for too long and the outline is a bit fuzzy...well, let’s just let it go~ Gray gray ~