【Kenbori】When live shooting meets Hanamaru

At night, decorative lights flicker in front of the izakaya in Honmaru, and the aroma of alcohol floats in the air.

When Horikawa Kunihiro was coaxed and brought here by Izumi Mori Kanesada, he actually refused in his heart. He always felt that drinking was not good.

"Kunohiro, come in!"

"Sir, I think it's still..."

While Horikawa Kunihiro was still hesitating, the door of the izakaya was opened, and Fudo Yukimitsu leaned out half of his body and waved to them, "You guys are coming, come in, come in, Taro and Jiro have prepared good wine!"

Sitting on the chair by the bar, Horikawa Kunihiro was still a little cautious until Fudo Yukimitsu put the wine glass into his hand, "Taste my amazake first, it's very delicious! And the alcohol is not high, hiccup~"

"Well, thank you." Horikawa Kunihiro took a sip carefully. "It tastes great."

"Then drink more!"

Because today is mainly to unravel Kunihiro, Izumi Mori Kanesada and Kiyomitsu and others used tea instead of wine throughout the whole process. I just watched Fudo Yukimitsu fooling Kunihiro into drinking. I drank all the varieties in the izakaya. Jiro Tachi He Nippon also poured a glass of the wine they carried with them for Horikawa Kunihiro.

However, he still didn't ask anything, Horikawa Kunihiro lay down on the table drowsily and said that his head hurts a bit.

Izumi Mori Kanesada felt that it would be impossible to continue drinking like this, so he asked them to take care of Kunihiro and go out to find some hangover soup by himself.

"Horikawa, what's the matter with you?" Fudo Yukimitsu patted Horikawa Kunihiro on the shoulder, he found that after Izumi Mori Kanesada left, Horikawa Kunihiro who was lying on the table began to sob softly, and his body trembled slightly.

"It's okay..." Horikawa Kunihiro's voice was muffled.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Nippon No. was also a little nervous, he regretted drinking so much alcohol for Horikawa Kunihiro, after all Wakizawa still looked like a slender boy.

"No...I just miss...you won't understand."

"Who do you miss?" Kunihiro Horikawa's voice was very low, and the Nippon Kai couldn't hear what he said.

"……gentlemen."

"What? Mister Kane? Or...Mr. Hijikata?" Qing Guangming seemed to have discovered the point.

Fudo Xingguang suddenly raised his hand, "I, I understand! I miss Nobunaga too!"

"I miss the original owner... Hasebe has always missed his original owner, although he usually doesn't say it." The Japanese recalled the last time when he was in the izakaya, under Fudo Yukimitsu's questioning, Hasebe for the first time Expressed his miss for Kuroda Nagamasa, which he didn't know before.

"I miss my original master, how could it not be understood?" Qingguang stroked Horikawa's hair reassuringly, "An Ding and I have always loved Okita-kun, Imaiken has always missed Yoshitsune, and the Lion King He often mentions his grandfather... There is nothing wrong with it, of course we all like the current master, there is no conflict."

"No, no..."

"History cannot be changed."

"I left them and joined the Shinsengumi."

"...for three years, by Mr. Hijikata's side."

"Mr. Kane, he slashed at me with a knife...and didn't dodge." At this point, Horikawa Kunihiro unconsciously brushed his fingertips across his cheeks, "Why don't you just kill me."

"Mr. Hijikata left me again, and he fell, right in front of my eyes."

"..."

Horikawa Kunihiro said while crying, and the intermittent word order was also very chaotic. Kazakh Kiyomitsu tried his best to extract the main points from his fragmented words: that Honmaru's Izumi Mori Kanesada didn't understand his thoughts, and cut him with a knife, and then he I ran to Mr. Hijikata by myself, fought alone for three years until Mr. Hijikata died, and then went back to that Honmaru.

Izumi Mori Kanesada, who came in with hangover soup, noticed that the eyes of others looking at him changed, as if they wanted to fight.

"You...have you all drank too much?"

"You treat Horikawa like this..." Qingguang Qingguang's tears were about to fall.

"It's really too much!" Yamato Morita patted the table.

Izumi Mori Kanesada pointed at himself with a look of disbelief. He didn't know what happened the few minutes he went out to get the hangover soup. "Me? Are you sure?"

"...Ah, no, it's not you." Kiyomitsu, who was still immersed in Horikawa Kunihiro's sadness, suddenly came to his senses, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, give Horikawa the hangover soup."

When Horikawa Kunihiro saw Izumi Mamoru Kanesada, he suddenly backed away and hid far away, "Mr. Kanesada, don't come here!"

"Kunihiro?"

Horikawa Kunihiro looked at Izumi Mori Kanesada again, said nothing, then covered his eyes and cried out of breath.

Kiyomitsu and Anding were afraid that Horikawa Kunihiro would get more emotional, so they had to push Izumi Mori Kanesada out, "Leave it to us!"

After Izumi Mamoru Kanesada went out, Horikawa Kunihiro's tears flowed out like a flood that opened the gate, flowing down his cheeks and neck, and even his clothes were soaked. He returned to the bar and poured himself wine from the bottle , crying and drinking at the same time, no one can stop it.

"What should I do..." Feeling that the situation was not going right, Jiro Tachi silently hid the other wine jars.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Kami Kiyomitsu's mind, "Ah, go find Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro and Yamafuku Kunihiro!"

"Yes, yes, the Kunihiro family has a very good relationship, so there must be a way." An Ding immediately got up and opened the door of the izakaya, "I'm going now!"

Kunihiro Yamabushi went out to practice again, and hadn't come back yet, so Yamato Mamoruan had no choice but to bring Kunikiro Yamabuchi first.

When Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro came to the izakaya, Horikawa Kunihiro cried until his eyes were swollen, and his eyes were red, but he was still drinking one cup after another.

"Brother, stop drinking."

"No."

Kunihiro Yamababa suddenly snatched the glass from Kunihiro Horikawa's hand and drank it down.

Horikawa Kunihiro, who hadn't reacted at all, looked at Yamabagiri Kunihiro in confusion, watching his fair cheeks turn redder and redder, and his eyes began to blur.

"Don't cry, although...Although I am an imitation, you can tell me what's on your mind. I will... be by my brother's side forever." The more Yamabuchi Kunihiro said, his voice became softer and his face became more and more Hong finally lowered her head and hid herself in her quilt.

Horikawa Kunihiro looked at Yamabuki Kunihiro's shy look, hugged him hesitantly, rested his head on Yamabukiri's arms, wiped away his tears, and gradually stabilized his emotions.

With a bang, the door of the izakaya was opened.

There were wine glasses and bottles all over the room, and several drunk blades, including Horikawa Kunihiro and Yamabagiri Kunihiro, leaned crookedly together. Looking at the chaotic scene in front of them, Hasebe raised his eyebrows, "You guys doing what?"

"Because Kunihiro is not in a good mood, so..." Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at Horikawa Kunihiro, who was holding Yamabugiri, who was obviously in a bad state, and suddenly felt that such an explanation was very weak.

Fudo Yukimitsu, who was already too drunk and sitting on the table at the bar, saw Hasebe's uneasy expression, so he silently moved his legs from the outside of the bar to the inside, then jumped down lightly, and squatted under the table.

Hasebe walked over with a dark face, and picked up Fudo Xingguang from behind the bar, "Whose idea?"

"Hi~" Fu Xingguang, who smelled of alcohol, put out an innocent smile at Hasebe.

Hasebe gave up communicating with this little guy who was drunk and pretended to be stupid, turned around and said to Izumi Mori Kanesada, "Master, I have contacted that Honmaru, and now I am talking to that god judge. My master told you and Horikawa to go there now." one time."

Before Izumi Mori Kanesada moved, Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro had already wrapped Horikawa into his quilt and hugged him tightly, "Don't go back, they are not good to brothers."

"How about this, Izumi Mamoru went to find the master, and the others" Hasebe looked at the Kunihiro brothers who were hugging each other and were already unconscious and drowsy, "...go to sleep first."