Yokohama old father writes book daily

"Can you tell me about Mr. Ryodaki?"

On the morning of the weekend, the children still get up and wash according to the normal schedule. Those who are not in bed drag and drag those who are not in bed, and those who are angry about getting up reflexively suppress their anger after hearing the sound of the rabbit, lest they will be beaten. But he couldn't help but beat the pillow hard, making the pillow make a muffled sound of "puff puff puff".

The children became cautious for the first two days because of Oda Sakunosuke's amnesia, but after a few days they reverted to their old ways, and the scene of getting up in the morning became more and more chaotic every day.

Saito couldn't figure out why many of the disciples trained by Mr. Rinaki Taki appeared to stay in bed and get up. Makoto expressed his understanding: "It's because of happiness, Saito. There are no ghosts in this world, everyone is happy We live together, so we all relax."

"Even if there are no ghosts, you shouldn't relax." Sato frowned, but in the end he gave up his plan to beat everyone up.

After breakfast, the children started playing in twos and threes.

Among the five oldest children, Leslie held a mandolin and sat under the big tree outside the longhouse to perform solo. Xingsuke happily went to brag about his school life with his younger siblings. Shinji watched with Coney and Saku Picture books, Sato and Mako were free.

Oda Sakunosuke chose this time to talk to the two children.

They each had a cup of coffee and sat on the roof of the longhouse to enjoy the breeze. From this position, they could overlook the five towering Hong Kong and Heilongjiang buildings in the distance, the slightly shorter complex, the Cosmic Clock 21 Ferris Wheel, and beyond The sparkling sea, and the giant ship that occasionally sounds its whistle on the sea.

Even Sato, who has no artistic talent, feels that everything is beautiful at this time.

The thin wind blew their hair, and Satu relaxed his expression, making the already gentle gray eyes even more gentle: "Mr. Ryotaki? I really don't know where to start. Killed by a demon, I am ashamed that I have failed Mr. Ryotaki's expectations."

Holding the coffee cup in both hands, Mako leaned lazily into the seat: "We all like Mr. Ryodaki. In that world with man-eating ghosts, it was Mr. Ryodaki who protected us all and taught us to fight ghosts." skills."

Oda Sakunosuke asked, "Is Mr. Rinaki a very gentle person?"

"Of course, our disciples were all orphans. If Mr. Rinaki didn't adopt him, we would have died tragically and alone." The furry hair brushed the scar on Saitu's cheek, and he raised his hand to straighten it. "Mr. Rinaki is also a very strict and excellent teacher. We have learned a lot."

"Is it a kendo teacher?"

"It's Yushi, that is, the person who specializes in cultivating talents for the Ghost Killing Team. He doesn't just teach me kendo, the most important thing is to teach us breathing."

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it carefully, and then made it clear again that he lacked the ability to imagine things he hadn't seen before: "Sorry, I can't imagine what breathing is."

"Then let's demonstrate it." Saito took the wooden knife that had been sharpened for several days, chose the air as the enemy, and slashed forward. "Water Breathing, One Form - Water Surface Slash!"

The phantom of the real tide emerged with the swing of the wooden knife, the blue water waves ran across the sky, and the white foam was splashed like snowflakes, and Oda Sakunosuke could even feel the moisture on his face.

When the slash was over, no matter whether it was the moisture or the phantom, they disappeared cleanly and instantly.

The red-haired man was calm on the surface, but his heart was already quite shocked.

Is this breathing?Visually, it is much more cool than supernatural powers, and its lethality is absolutely impressive, but even if it is so powerful, it will still be killed by ghosts. How terrifying are ghosts in different worlds?

"A ghost is not a metaphysical thing that becomes obsessed after death, but a monster that can be injured, talk, think, and hold vengeance like a human being, but is stronger than a human being." It seems that the red-haired man can feel the question , Said the rabbit calmly. "The reason we want to kill ghosts is because ghosts eat people."

"This is indeed a cruel situation that must be confronted. Are you working hard?" Oda Sakunosuke sighed.

Sato thought for a while: "Maybe it was very hard, but it's a pity that he died easily before killing more ghosts."

The red-haired man disagreed: "But it also saved a lot of people, right? That can't be considered easy."

Makoto drank the coffee, raised his eyebrows and smiled softly: "Well, in the selection for the Demon Slayer Team that Sato participated in, he protected everyone except himself."

Sato didn't seem to like hearing these words, he frowned slightly, and his tone became less pleasant: "I'm just worried that someone will die again."

After speaking, he drank the coffee in one gulp, walked off the roof and never came up again.

Oda Sakunosuke was a little puzzled, and Makoto explained to him with a smile: "Sakura, he is a clumsy guy who cherishes all his companions like a warm sun. He suddenly thought of his best friend, he thought of Fu That child of Oka Yoshiyuki, they participated in the selection together, but in the end only Sato died."

"Are you unhappy because you think you'll never see your best friend again?" the red-haired man guessed.

Makoto nodded, then shook his head again: "Not only that, he is also worried that he will become a heart knot that Yoshiyuki Tomioka will never forget, and that Yoshiyuki Tomioka will continue to blame himself."

The red-haired man thought about it carefully, and found that there was no way to do it. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he also sighed.

He also thought, is his death also a knot in Dazai's heart that he will never forget?

According to Dazai's personality, it is certain that he will remember him for a lifetime, right?

So, will you also blame yourself for the rest of your life?

Such thinking made the red-haired man feel a little sour in his heart.

A picture appeared in his mind: Dazai was wearing a sand-colored coat similar to his, sitting beside his tombstone in a daze.

But that must be a more gratifying picture, right?Because at that time, Dazai must have become the one who saved people, and grew into a reliable and gentle protector.

Maybe then Dazai would really find what he was looking for.

Oda Sakunosuke curled his lips and smiled with some feeling, and then quickly lowered the corners of his mouth, changing into a somewhat unhappy expression.For someone like him who rarely expresses, a slightly unhappy expression is a very angry expression for others.

He suddenly thought of the current situation.Dazai has become the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong, and the status quo looks even darker.

In fact, he doesn't like venting anger very much. The Dazai of this world has never made any agreement with him, and it is understandable for him to hang around in Hong Kong.

But he vented his anger anyway.

He always had the feeling that Dazai broke his promise and gained weight, and this feeling lingered in his heart, lingering.

Coupled with the fact that Dazai didn't seem to take good care of himself at all, and his health became worse after becoming the leader, he became even more angry.

In order not to be swayed by his emotions, he quickly changed the topic: "Zhenmo, do you know how Leslie and Connie got the numbers on their necks?"

"Not sure." Zhenmo shook his head, "I don't think that must be a reason for happiness, so we never asked."

"That's it." Oda Sakunosuke nodded, recognizing everyone's tenderness.

During the lunch break that day, Oda Sakunosuke saw Sakata Gintoki who hadn't seen him for a long time, and his whole body had become wrinkled: "Oda Saku, something went wrong on the way Kagura traveled here, and she is now trapped in an orphanage. We have to figure out a way to bring her back."

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