【Light Cut】Playing hard to get

Thanks to the old experience of infiltrating the Genjia repeatedly, Onikiri knows the streets and alleys of Heian-kyo like the back of his hand.No matter how rough the description in the letter was, it didn't bother him. The big monster stopped in front of a hut in the outskirts of the mountain, and took a deep, deep breath.

He raised his hand to smooth his white messy hair, and slightly tightened the overly revealing front.He took two steps forward and then stopped, but he was adjusting the favorite knife worn on his waist. He wanted to make his image appear solemn, but he had nowhere to start, so he changed his appearance by relying on the ability of the big demon. Transformed into the appearance of a samurai who was once known as "Genji Treasure".

He stepped forward again, but staggered when a girl called out, "Brother Lai Guang! Comb my hair! I don't want to do it myself, I want my brother to do it."

Onikiri simply hid his figure, jumped to the eaves of the thatched hut—or as it is called “thatched shed”—in two or three steps, and looked in through the paper window riddled with holes, only to see a thin and weak man The boy with his back turned to him was combing the long black hair of a younger girl doll.Although the little girl's hair is beautiful, it hides some messy knots, no wonder she doesn't want to take care of it herself. "Xun, where's your new headband?" The boy said suddenly, the voice was like a bird fluttering, leaving bamboo leaf-like footprints on Onikiri's snowy heart, "Why use the old one? I don't like it. Is it your present?"

Xiao Xun shook his feet in the dim light of the wood stove, and said crisply: "I don't like it! Brother Lai Guang, use it, I don't like it." The boy stopped talking, and tied Xiao Xun loosely with a faded hair tie. With a ponytail, he took her hand and led her to the back room.

The earthen walls of the thatched hut could not block Onikiri's sight, but he still carefully opened the paper window and jumped into the room soundlessly.He followed Laiguang's footsteps to the back room, and found that there were four quilts on the floor, two of which were already sleeping, a little boy and a little girl, and the other two were still empty, which should belong to Laiguang and Xiaoxun Location.

"Brother Laiguang." The boy who had already fallen asleep got up when he heard the sound, his immature voice revealed a sickly hoarseness, "I no longer have a fever or cough, and I can go back to Yuan's house to work tomorrow..."

"I'll go." Laiguang interrupted him without any explanation, "Chai Taro, go to sleep."

"But I drank the medicine brought back by Brother Laiguang, and I am really cured..." Chai Taro still wanted to argue, but Laiguang raised his hand suddenly after twisting the corner of the quilt for Xiaoxun, and flicked "Boom" Touching Shibataro's forehead, "You are only cured if I think you are cured. Be obedient and go to bed early."

Raikou was only about ten years old, and the majesty of his words was already adult. Shibataro immediately covered his forehead and shrank into the quilt, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Brother Raikou, for not only taking care of me, but also being with my younger sister Kaoru and Zhi Let's play... Brother Lai Guang goes to bed early too."

"Yes." Although Lai Guang agreed, he didn't get into bed with the three brothers and sisters.He walked out of the back room, closed the door, extinguished the burning wood stove, then walked out of the hut, closed the door again, and walked into the really ventilated hut next to the hut, sat on the ground with his back against the haystack, and sighed.

Raikou wanted to look up at the moon, so he faced Onikiri, but he didn't have yin and yang eyes in this life, so he couldn't see the so-called ghosts and monsters, so he looked at the moon, and Onikiri looked at him, until the unyielding strand of silver hair on the top of the boy's head disappeared. Like a cat's ears, moving in the evening breeze, Onikiri stared at him with lowered eyelashes, picked up the bamboo strips scattered on the ground, and started weaving with his dexterous hands, probably intended to be made into bamboo utensils. Exchange money at the market, buy rice and medicine.

The boy in front of him was no different from the former Minamoto Raimiko, except that he was short in stature, his clothes were shabby, and he did rough work just to fill his stomach with the hand that should be holding a knife.In the letter written by Babaichuni to Qingming, it is mentioned that Laiguang is "young and stable, with clear love and hatred, and has the style of a general"-this is why he would rather stay up late at work by moonlight, and take the other three waifs under his wings The following reason?

Onikiri looked at the yellow and skinny little boy in front of him, saw his tender fingers prematurely worn out with rough calluses, and thought to himself that Minamoto Yorimitsu was born in a noble family back then, so how could he have suffered such grievances such as being poorly clothed and starving.The little boy called "Shibataro" just now even mentioned "going to work at the Minamoto family"... The Genji patriarch who was once aloof is now reduced to a little coolie who kneels down and wipes the floor?Or do you bow your knees in front of your descendants who grew up hearing about your heroic deeds and longed for you?

Such ironic retribution, so pungent and ridiculous, is simply a slap in the face to the invincible Yuan Laiguang who was surrounded by tens of thousands of people back then.Onikiri has every reason to gloat over others' misfortune, but he doesn't feel pleasure, only palpitations, his chest seems to collapse suddenly, exposing a big hole where the cold wind is howling, he desperately needs something to fill the hole in his heart——

"Menaraimitsu," Onikiri waved the half-formed bamboo basket in the boy's hand aside at the moment when his invisibility was released, "Menaraimitsu..." He pulled the boy into his arms, causing the boy to bump into him hard He easily pushed the boy into the hollow in his heart, and Raikori's small figure perfectly fit the contours of the hollow - for the first time in a hundred years, Onikiri felt complete .

"Minato Raimitsu, master... Raimitsu-sama..." Onikiri murmured inarticulately, as if his teeth were stuck with glutinous rice balls, he clasped the little boy's back tightly with both hands, and moved his trembling fingers slightly. When he relaxed, he closed it even more reluctantly, and quickly tore out the cracks in the poor-quality fabric, and the little boy's thin back was also printed with bright red finger marks, "Master Raikou, I, I am... I want to... …I really want……"

The corners of Onikiri's eyes were sore and swollen, he tried to bury his cheek into the boy's shoulder socket, but at this time Raimitsu was still a growing sapling, and he didn't have broad arms for him to both hide in shame and lean on in nostalgia.So the ghost took the next best thing, put his lips close to the boy's collarbone, and whispered in the lowest voice, "I miss you very much."

He felt his entire face start to burn, as if being doused by the ecstasy of a reunion like boiling water, but the boy in his arms made a sound that was intertwined with fear and disgust, causing him to be torn apart in a world of ice and fire : "Who are you? Let me go!"

Onikiri was shocked, and met Raikou's angry red pupils in disbelief.Immediately afterwards, Laiguang began to struggle, and shouted at Guiqie: "Damn it, you are a monster! It's disgusting, don't touch me!"

Raikou stretched his fingers back and found the hatchet from the thatch pile behind him. He drew the knife suddenly and swung it at Onikiri with all his strength, but the unknown man dressed as a samurai pinched it with two fingers and cut off the blade. "Crack!" With a crisp sound, Onikiri broke the wide and thick blade of the hatchet with just his fingers.Then, on the remaining half of the hatchet's blade, Onikiri flicked it with his fingers, and the blade instantly shattered, falling like a rain of dust.

It's just that Raikou, who has heard of the horror of monsters and the power of ghosts, has never come face to face with real monsters, not to mention that Onikiri is a so-called "big monster". "Ah..." Lai Guang watched helplessly as his life-saving hatchet was finally left with a wooden handle. No matter how brave his heart was, he could not match the instinct of his body. His knees were weak and he was sweating coldly. Hungry and frightened, on the verge of fainting.

But he is "Raimitsu" after all, and his extraordinary willpower screams in his head: "You can't give in! You can't! That kind priestess gave you the name 'Raikou', you can't humiliate Raimitou' Demon Slayer's reputation!" At the same time, his sense of responsibility kept urging him: "Run! Distract this monster, and don't let him attack Chai Taro, Xiao Kaoru and Xiao Zhi!"

Lai Guang couldn't care about the desperate power gap between himself and the monster. He raised his hand and pushed the monster's chest violently. Unexpectedly, he pushed the powerful monster back and loosened its restraint on him. Hurry up and take this opportunity to rush out of the monster's embrace, and run towards the dark forest on the side of the hut.