[Kokoshi] Echizen Boy's Tachikai Chronicle

Yukimura handed over the girl's bento box: "Echizen-kun, this is all the girl's heart."

Echizen refused without thinking: "No!"

Hearing the firm refusal in the little prince's tone, the Son of God looked at the pink and sweet lunch box in his hand a little worriedly. He didn't understand why this food-loving little guy refused so simply and thoroughly, so he decided to lift the lid of the box first. Maybe Echizen will change his mind when he sees the exquisite bento made by girls.As a result, as soon as he opened the bento, a series of words that wanted to persuade Echizen to accept the girl's affection were swallowed back by the son of God.With a bit of curiosity, a bit of doubt, and a bit of disbelief, Yukimura relied on his insight accumulated through long-term painting to guess that the abstract thing lying in the box may, probably, maybe be the legendary thick egg burnt?

... Forget it, Yukimura decided not to torture Aigaku's little supporter with this box of bento, which he thought he had no appetite for. He closed the bento and put it aside, and asked casually, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Echizen remembered the bread he had eaten a few bites: "I'm eating."

Yukimura saw Echizen lowered his head and continued to eat bread, and his eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly: "Is this for lunch?"

"Ah."

Yukimura gave a rare lesson: "This food is too nutritious. You are growing up now, and your eyes are injured, why don't you go to the cafeteria to eat?"

Echizen heard that Senior Yukimura, who had always spoken to him in a gentle tone, unexpectedly had a tone of reprimand this time. He felt a little uncomfortable for some unknown reason, and turned his head: "I don't want to go!"

Very forward-looking answer.Although he didn't get along with Echizen for a long time, Yukimura has more or less felt his temper, knowing that under Echizen's indifferent and arrogant appearance, there is actually a pride and willfulness unique to children of this age.

"You child..." Yukimura Qingrou's voice sounded, with a touch of helplessness, "Can't you let me relax." He leaned over and flicked Echizen's forehead lightly, before the boy glared at him. Standing up, he said with a smile, "Hey, this is Echizen-kun's punishment~punishment~ for not eating lunch."

Echizen looked inexplicably at the figure of Yukimura who suddenly left after saying this series of incomprehensible words, thinking that you should take your portfolio with you before leaving?The child looked at the picture folder angrily, and decided to ignore it, hum, why did he treat himself like that just now.

If the little prince hadn't been so dull, he might have noticed that Yukimura's action of leaving could be called a panic, even a little like running away.

Yukimura, who has been accustomed to arming himself with gentleness since childhood and alienating others with politeness, seldom acts intimately with others.Just now, he saw Echizen's smooth forehead after taking off his hat, and suddenly he behaved like that uncontrollably—this kind of thing is definitely a gaffe in his opinion.The Son of God, who has always been used to controlling himself to achieve perfection, discovered for the first time that some emotions were completely beyond the expected range.

It seems that there is a little too much affection for that child... The Son of God is slightly worried, which doesn't seem to be a good sign.But he soon realized that when he first tasted failure from Echizen, he began to pay attention to this child who was extremely pure and persistent in tennis. It's not something unreasonable.

Echizen finished eating the bread, although he was a bit concerned about Senior Yukimura's attitude today, but he is not a child who thinks too much after all, so he picked up the hat on the ground and covered his face, preparing to take a comfortable nap.

As a result, as soon as the hat covered his face, he heard a thick voice with a bit of surprise: "Echizen Ryoma?"

The hat fell crookedly and fell to the ground, and the boy squinted impatiently.

The black hair is scattered on the forehead in fine pieces, the facial features are firm, and the expression of surprise cannot be concealed on the sharp-edged face.

...a little familiar.The young man looked at him in confusion, then reached out to pick up the fallen white hat and compared it to the person in front of him: "... Senior Sanada?" Senior Tao has guessed whether there is a bald head like a middle-aged uncle under the hat.

Emperor Lihai didn't know that the young man had already compared him with the middle-aged bald uncle in his heart, looked at the portfolio next to Echizen and frowned, "This is Yukimura's portfolio, right?"

"It should be." Anyway, he just recited it.

"What about others?"

"do not know."

"..." Emperor Lihai watched speechlessly as Echizen, who was full of honesty, answered a series of infuriating answers fluently.

"Senior, did you have something to do with Senior Yukimura?" Echizen thought about it, and added, "He went in that direction."

Sanada looked in the direction Echizen pointed, then shook his head: "Forget it. If you meet Yukimura later, please tell me that I was waiting for him in the studio for a long time at noon today, but he didn't come."

As soon as the words came out, the emperor felt that something was wrong, but fortunately, Echizen simply did not think in an ambiguous direction, and nodded: "Oh."

Echizen didn't notice it.Sanada breathed a sigh of relief, since he learned how Kirihara described himself and Yukimura a few days ago, he began to be suspicious, thinking that his imposing seven-foot man was so embarrassed by a "flower before the moon", it is really sad.The emperor sighed sadly, waved goodbye to Echiqian and left.

Looking at the back of the uncle who transformed into a good young man and finally showed some sunshine, Echizen propped his chin and thought aimlessly for a while.Sanada-senpai didn't carry a painting folder either, so it looks like he didn't go to the studio to draw... Could it be?

"Sanada-senpai, aren't you a model for Yukimura-senpai's paintings?"

Sanada, who was walking steadily, staggered.

When Yukimura came back with a box of bento he got from somewhere, what he saw was Echizen's amber cat eyes staring at a certain direction with a smile like a successful prank.

What makes the little one so happy?The Son of God followed Echizen's gaze, but he didn't see anything.

"Ah, Yukimura-senpai?" Looking at the beautiful senior who ran away and reappeared inexplicably, the little prince blinked in confusion, and quickly remembered the business: "Sanada-senpai came to you just now and said that he had been waiting for you in the studio for a long time at noon. , but you didn't go, so he left first."

Yukimura paused when he lifted the lid of the bento box: "...Sanada? — Genichiro Sanada?"

"Yes." The little prince nodded.It's not that uncle's face, uh, no, Genichiro Sanada, who should be a good young man now, who else could it be?

Yukimura sighed with regret, and quickly returned to his usual gentle and amiable appearance, first handing the bento in his hand to Echizen.Refreshing fruit daifuku, delicious matcha sponge cake, sweet milk jelly, tempting chocolate chiffon cake...Although they are all snacks after meals, they are beautiful in color and exquisite in workmanship, which attracts Echizen's index finger.

Seeing the strange color of the boy's cat eyes, the beauty smiled slightly, hey, she is really a child, and she likes these snacks.Alas, it's just that I went late, Marui had already eaten a bento, otherwise he could have brought his incomparably luxurious lunch box.

Echizen asked while eating a matcha muffin: "Senior, is Sanada-senpai your model?" It's incredible.

"Ah," thinking of this regrettable incident, Yukimura couldn't help regretting, "In the past, Nioh imitated him and asked me to draw, but this time I finally persuaded him for a long time before he agreed to come to be a model for a day." It's a pity, a pity. .

The little prince said without hesitation: "It would be good if King Ren continued to imitate."

"That's not the same," Yukimura put his slender index finger in front of his lips, and smiled mysteriously, "Nio's fraudulent technique can only imitate the appearance, not the demeanor. What the painting should try to express is the resemblance in spirit rather than appearance. It can be said that as long as the charm is there, it doesn't matter whether it looks or not."

Oh, the little prince nodded knowingly, Senior Nioh couldn't imitate Sanada-senpai's aura... But, "Senior, why do you want to draw a resemblance of Sanada-senpai?"

"Well..." The Son of God thought about it, but it couldn't be said that it was to satisfy his bad taste of putting Sanada in various strange shapes and then watching the uncle's face collapse, so he said very implicitly, "I want to do it for art. And art."

...unknown.The young man pondered for a moment, but he still couldn't understand the mystery in the Son of God's words.Looking down at the bento box in his hand, there were only a few pieces of fruit daifuku left, while listening to Senior Yukimura's speech while eating, he actually forgot to ask the senior who worked so hard to get some snacks for him if he wanted to eat.

Although Echizen sometimes gets pissed off, he is still a polite and good boy in essence, and he said a bit embarrassed at the moment: "That... Senior Yukimura, I'm full."

Yukimura's eyes widened: "But there are still a few pieces of fruit Daifuku." If he remembered correctly, Marui's dim sum has always been delicious, why don't they suit the little guy's appetite?

The young man said arrogantly: "Anyway, I can't eat any more! Senior...you can figure it out." Originally, he wanted to leave the rest for senior to eat, but he was too embarrassed to say so.

The Son of God looked at the little prince in amazement, then at the bento box, and suddenly realized the last sentence he said when his momentum suddenly weakened.

It turned out that it was specially reserved for myself.

It seems that the first ray of sunshine after the harsh winter shines into the atrium, which is so warm and intoxicating.

The wall of my heart, which has always been gentle and alienated, seems to have cracked.

—Traces are the beginning of change.