king of yokohama

【W】—wealth (wealth)

On a certain day when you pierced an old man's diamond heart every day, you were ordered by the old leader to go to the slums to dig for gold.

Under the brutal rule of the old leader, the port mafia dies so many people every year. If new blood is injected frequently from time to time, I am afraid that all members will die.However, the Hong Kong and Black Branch under your sole management is still relatively calm, so the task of going to the slums to select new recruits falls on you.

You only took your three dog legs to the destination this time.

Although the three backstreet sisters are usually very good at cheating their bosses, just because they won't be frightened by Mori Ogai and confess your itinerary like those subordinates before you, is enough for you to bring them out.

As for other people, it is also a burden to carry, and you may waste your time to save others.Having said that, backstreet girls who have no fighting power will always use various unexpected ways to complete tasks by accident.

You ordered the three sisters to split up and gather at the same place tomorrow, then turned a corner and went to a deserted alley to change into a set of men's clothing that is convenient for walking in the slums.

A simple white T-shirt with jeans and a black jacket, and a pair of white sneakers.Although you are 12 years old, the female features on your body are not obvious yet, and you still look indistinguishable from male and female, but the long loose hair adds a bit of femininity.

Winter in the slums seems to come earlier than outside.The hot air you exhale has turned into white mist, and a layer of ice has formed on the wet ground. If you are not careful, you will have a shattered fracture.

Nothing changed from five years ago.You are walking on a path made of garbage piled under the ice, looking at the deserted streets, and feel that you may not be able to find potential newcomers this time.In such a cold day, even the wild cats that are only foraging outside can not see.

Just thinking about it, you feel like you almost stepped on something hard.You took a step back, looked down and saw a wild cat, not sure if it was the one you met five years ago.Half of its body was frozen in the dirty water and ice, and its beard was covered with frost. It was still struggling to survive, but it was bumped into by you again.

You knelt down and touched its dusty ears, and the wild cat that was about to be trapped here grinned at you, "It's still so fierce." You muttered, and threw Bai Shanjiguang from your sleeve to the ice. "It's better not to live if you live too hard."

With a sound of "Boom!", the spiritual wild cat neighed in horror, but cracks appeared in the ice trapped around it.You withdrew the Hidden Blade, grabbed the back of the wild cat's neck mercilessly, intending to lift the cat out to save this poor little one.But I don’t know why, this cat screamed even worse, you looked confused, so when you saw the cat seemed to be stuck in the ice, you pulled it hard, and then uh...

You shook half of the cat to confirm that it was dead, and as if nothing had happened, you put together the upper half of the wild cat's dead body and the lower half of its body that was stuck in the ice and needed to be mosaiced.I thought I really didn't do it on purpose.

On the pile of frozen garbage on the ground, dripping blood was solidified.Looking at the reddish-brown color on the ice, it's obviously not fresh blood.You stood up and looked around. There was still a large splash of blood on the ice not far away.A person with a long-range attack who is injured or not in good health, you think about it, look at the messy blood shoe prints on the ground, and judge that the other party is under siege.

You walked a few steps forward and stood next to the only complete pair of footprints at the scene of the battle, and found that the area behind the footprints that could just accommodate the next person was clean and free of any blood.And these footprints can be seen to belong to an underage boy, and behind him should be a little girl.

This combination reminds you of the siblings Ryunosuke and Gin that you met five years ago.

You can't help but move to harvest the cabbage, and you walk in a certain direction along the dripping blood until the blood disappears.

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When you come to the door of a house that looks no better than it was five years ago, you hear shallow breathing inside the door, you gently push open the half-hidden door, and walk in with negligible footsteps .

Although the sparrow's house is small and well-equipped, it is still clean and tidy, at least it is in much better condition than the house you stayed for one night back then.You followed the sound of breathing, and saw a ten-year-old boy lying on the quilt on the floor, his face was flushed, and he was running a fever.

I have a fever again.You frowned. If you want to become a powerful supernatural being, such poor physical fitness is not enough.As soon as you took a step forward, the black coat worn by the neatly dressed boy even when he was sick immediately transformed into a supernatural monster, roaring and attacking you.

He also knows how to be loyal to the Lord.You smiled, and it was just a face-to-face, and with a flash of the auspicious light of Baishan sliding out of the cuff, it neatly nailed the fierce beast that was strong on the outside and dry on the inside to the floor.

"Don't wake up Ryunosuke, huh?" You have a good impression of the black beast that seems to be as self-aware and loyal as your supernatural power, and you treat it like a pet of a boy lying on the hospital bed. Touching the seemingly soft but actually hard as iron cloth that made up the entire body of the beast, he scratched its jaw affectionately, not afraid of being bitten.

Finally recalling who you are from your brutal actions, the black beast flinched a bit, not daring to avoid your teasing behavior of treating a lion as a sick cat.

Realizing that the black beast is honest, you pulled out the Hidden Blade nailed to the floor and let it go.The black beast wrapped in an ominous red light immediately dragged its tail with an extra hole, pretending that it was just an ordinary coat, and put it back on its owner.

Seeing the boy on the lingering sick bed covered with such a thick quilt covered with heat and sweat on his forehead, completely forgetting that it is winter now, you mercilessly lifted the quilt on him together with the black beast and rolled it aside, kneeling and sitting The boy stretched out his hand to unbutton his tightly buttoned shirt, and while helping Wild Xiaobaicai take off his clothes to cool off, he checked the other's injuries by the way.

You didn't notice it when you were covered by the quilt just now. You took off Ryunosuke's shirt and saw the bloody bandage wrapped around his abdomen.You stretched out your hand and gently touched the bleeding parts, estimated the length and size of the wounds vertically and horizontally across his abdomen, and immediately admired Ryunosuke's tenacity of vitality.This kind of injury that almost cut a person to the waist probably caused his intestines to flow out at that time, but this boy can still stuff the organs exposed to the air due to the injury back into his stomach and fight until now.

But if he doesn't seek medical treatment in time, judging from such injuries, Ryunosuke is probably dead.While thinking about how to save people, you took off your pants for Ryunosuke, thinking about what to do if he still had serious wounds on his lower body. You didn't bring anything with you when you came to the slums to pan for gold this time.

You took another look at the part where the boy looked different from you, and found that it looked about the same size as five years ago, and you couldn't help but let out a strange "huh", stretched out your hand to measure the size, and then retracted it with confidence. , Put on Ryunosuke's inner and outer pants.Tsk, there are also cuts from the lower abdomen to the thighs, and it is so weak to be close.

It's hard to do without medicine.As soon as you thought this way, Baishan Yoshimitsu in your sleeve shook unbearably lonely. You were sure and sure that the Hidden Sword was moving by itself, so you slightly moved your arm to trigger the mechanism of the new weapon, and stared blankly at the old man who gave it to you. Baishan Jiguang began to take the holy light.

If there is a blood bar above Ryunosuke's head, you think you will probably see that his blood volume has finally stopped hovering at the dangerous red line, and he has recovered about 50.00% of his life.The wound on the abdomen has healed, and there is no more bleeding.

As expected of a genuine Excalibur.You fondly touched the blade of Baishan Jiguang, and your slender fingers stroked from the blade along the slender spine to the edge of the sword, the cool and refreshing touch was like a piece of cold jade.You flicked the pitch-black blade with your fingers, and Baishan Yoshimitsu trembled a few times in cooperation.interesting.

"Stop!" Hearing a yell, you withdraw your Hidden Blade to show that you have no malice.

"Believe...Brother...?" Thinking that a bad guy with a sword is going to do something to his brother, the girl with black hair and black pupils is holding a bunch of medicines for treating trauma, and her eyes are sharp. She took out the butterfly/knife, but when she saw your face, she froze in place and murmured.

It's been five years and I still remember.You raised your eyebrows and chuckled, "Long time no see, Yin."

The hand of the girl holding the butterfly/knife carved with cornflower patterns on the handle is tight and loose, as if hesitating whether to give her trust or not.About a minute later, she came forward, put all the medicines she was carrying on the table, and then came to your side and showed you a blood-stained sharp blade.

"The gift...is still good..." Yin knelt down in front of you obediently, and whispered.There was an inadvertent blush on her cheek, which was bandaged and covered the lower half of her face, which was cute as hell.

"Silver protects herself very well." You reached out to touch the top of the girl's hair with a single ponytail, but stopped when you were about to touch the shiny black hair.You looked at your hand that was stained with blood on Ryunosuke, and in the doubtful eyes of Gin who was ready to be touched but felt you stopped, you pinched the corner of the girl's black ponytail, Apply light pressure.

"Brother Xin?" The three thousand black hairs that had lost their bondage poured down like a waterfall, and scattered behind the silver who was dressed as a boy.Even with your face covered, you can still see her surprised and shy eyes.

"It's so uncomfortable to sleep with your hair tied up." You put the headband in your pocket as if nothing had happened, and seeing Yin looking worriedly at Ryunosuke who was lying on the floor without a quilt, you added, "Your brother is fine." .”

"...It's very late." The soft and docile girl with long hair saw that the boy's injury was more than half healed, so she let go of her heart and secretly glanced at you again, "Brother Xin... ...would you like to stay?"

The older I get, the more shy I become, like a little rabbit.You nodded involuntarily, only to realize that not only did you have no resistance to pure and lovely boys, but you also had no resistance to pure and lovely girls.

Gin stood up, ran away lightly, and came back with two quilts in his arms after a while, and quickly spread the beds on the left and right sides of Ryunosuke.Being raised by Mori Ogai and turned into a waste of life, you, who have never done housework, came back after washing, and saw Yin, who was busy going around like a good wife and mother, and your heart was eager to harvest cabbages.

There is nothing you can do to help Yin, you take off your coat and lie on your side on the left quilt you just made, staring at the boy whose fever has subsided naturally in a daze.

His thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow on his pale skin. He looks cute and obedient from the outside, but in fact there is a fierce beast hidden inside.

You held Ryunosuke's hand in front of Gin.

His hand was so cold, like a stone that couldn't be warmed.

You have touched the hands of many little boys.Those with a more active personality will boldly hold your hand back, those with a more flexible mind will want to welcome but refuse to pretend to take/take your hand, and those who are ignorant and dull will just let you hold your hand without daring to move. When you hold your hand timidly and shyly, the feeling of that delicate little hand trembling in your palm cannot be described in words.

The men who can be arranged by that old man to serve you have beautiful hands. Even the slightly plump hands like No. [-] have well-proportioned bones and are soft and easy to touch.

But Ryunosuke is different. His hands really interpret what is called "slum children's hands". They are pale and thin without blood, full of scars, and feel uneven. Already deformed.

He is obviously a stubborn and strong boy...but he can be so pitiful...

With your heart softened, you spread out your right hand, and the pure golden flame transformed into a firebird the size of a leaflet, which flew away from your palm one by one, circled around the ceiling and then stopped, gradually covering the entire sky.

The silver eyes sleeping on the boy's right side looked at the bright firebird on the ceiling without blinking, and covered their mouths in surprise, amazed.

The temperature brought by the burning firebird pours on the people indoors, dispelling the coldness of winter night.

You are like a personal hand warmer, you are like a personal hand warmer, which continuously emits heat, attracting the cold boy who has not covered the quilt and has not yet warmed up. approach you.

The hand you put on Ryunosuke hugged him tightly, and Gin, who also felt the cold body temperature of your brother, also hugged the boy's back, and secretly held your hand hanging by Ryunosuke's side. left hand.The girl's hand is very different from the boy's hand you just shook, soft and petite.

You intertwined your fingers with Gin and hugged Ryunosuke together.The burning feathers of the firebird in the house are warm, but no matter how warm the flames are, it is not as warm and gentle as when your right hand covers his eyes and shields him from the dazzling firelight.