drunk snow

"Hey, General, I have something to ask you."

Atsuto Shiro bowed deeply towards the lord.

He raised his eyes slightly, and looked into the pair of scarlet eyes with a sharp glance.The judge tilted his head, showing a puzzled expression.Obviously, I don't understand what needs to be so solemnly requested in this peaceful day.

"It's time, please let me go out to practice!"

Straightening up, he said loudly, almost like a roar.

After hearing this, the god judge nodded his head as if suddenly enlightened. Just as Atsuto Shiro was still hesitating about his nodding, he suddenly burst into a beautiful and bright smile, which was extremely hearty.

"Okay, then you can go."

Hearing this, Atsushi Shiro blinked in surprise, and uttered monosyllabic interrogative words from his mouth.

"Hey? General...won't you keep me for a while?"

He had already planned it out, and the only thing he had to do was wait for the lord to be indecisive and beg him not to go out to practice with a sad face.

At that time, he will say "I plan to go to Chikuzen, where Mr. Kuroda Tatsumasa lives, and learn the duties of a famous general. I also want you to be known as a famous general, so please!" ── Such super cool lines.

In the end, things backfired. Why did the lord agree so readily?

So how can he make the protagonist be moved to tears by those words?This is different from the script he designed!

"Retain? But isn't it a good thing to practice? I'm very happy that you took the initiative to increase your own strength."

The judge smiled.He always smiles, with the corners of his mouth curled up habitually, lazily, casually, alluringly, and the water in his eyes is clear without ripples, like a layer of clear water floating on a blood-red pool.

He was calm and calm, and he didn't waver in the slightest about the fact that he was about to go on a long journey.

Obviously he had to leave the lord's side and go to that distant place thousands of miles away.

"Let me help you prepare your travel attire."

The lord took out the sewing box, turned around and rummaged in the cloth cabinet, looking for materials suitable for making long-distance clothes.

"general......"

He murmured softly.

"Since it's the clothes you need for traveling, you need to find clothes with a tougher texture."

"General──"

He murmured in a low voice.

"I didn't expect that the figure chart I measured for everyone last time would come in handy so soon."

"general!"

Atsushi Shiro called out, his voice high-pitched.He stood up suddenly, those three white eyes seemed to be a mixture of anger and frustration, a pair of round pupils like cat's eyes, shining like obsidian gems, staring straight at the examiner.

The judge finally stopped what he was doing and raised his eyes to meet him.

"I'm going to go on a long trip alone, huh? You won't keep me, and won't you comfort me?"

The lord smiled sweetly, his eyes narrowed like a pair of fox eyes.

He put the fabric on the sitting leg, and as usual, he opened his arms towards Atsutoshiro, gesturing for him to fall into his arms.

But Atsuto Shiro froze in place, resisting those hands without words.So the two stood in a stalemate, standing and sitting, and continued the same movement until Shiro Atsuto lowered his head and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"General, you've always treated me like a child, haven't you?"

"Aren't you a child?"

The judge said, puzzled by his words.Seeing that he didn't intend to lean over, he simply put down his sore hands.

"Of course not! I am a sword spirit who has lived for hundreds of years. In terms of age, you still have to call me grandpa!"

Atsuto Shiro patted his chest hard, making a thick pounding sound.

"Oh...but it's really..."

The judge frowned in confusion.

"Please don't treat me like a child. As for me, I am a mature man. A man who can take care of himself and take responsibility!"

"So, this mature man, how do you want me to keep you?"

Atsushi Shiro, who was full of confidence just now, suddenly paused at a loss, and looked at the examiner eagerly.

"So... I want to be like everyone else. Here..."

He pointed to his lips meaningfully.

"Oh. I probably understand."

The lord walked up to Atsuto Shiro with a smile on his face, and leaned slightly.

The smile was light and breezy, and seemed to be a little frivolous, and the corners of the brows and lips were slowly raised, exuding a charming peace.Although close at hand, there is a certain erratic and elusive distance.

The winking eyes are like this, sliding into the eye sockets and flowing.He couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The judge bowed his head and kissed his forehead covered by broken hair.

Soft yet strong, warm and wonderful to the touch.But this was not what he had in mind.

Atsushi Shiro blushed and pushed the judge away.

"Sure enough, treat me like a child! The general is an idiot!"

"Stupid, stupid?"

Then he rushed out the door, leaving the lord who was shocked and stunned, like a candle shaking in the wind, with nowhere to say desolate.

Atsuto Shiro fled to the corridor where few people in Honmaru would pass by, and sat down resentfully against the wall.

He's a kid with a lot of self-esteem—well, man.

After changing hands several times, his masters in the past are all well-known famous generals in history.Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he naturally developed a restraint and arrogance of being a samurai sword, and he was proud of it.

He doesn't see himself as any different from everyone else.

Of course, this is absolute, even if he is only a short knife, and Fu Sangshen appears in the body of a child.

So he didn't want the lord to treat him like a child. He wanted to face the lord face to face as a man, and then use his wild instincts as a man.

But the god judge just treats the short knives as children.

It must be because the brothers are too often acting like a baby with the lord.

Because they always act childishly, the protagonist naturally treats the daggers as children.

Pharmaceutical research is not the same.Maybe it's because he often enters the room with his hands to help heal the wounded, so he looks particularly mature.

Not to mention the first phase brother.He looks like a tall and good man, no matter what, the lord will not spoil him as a child.

How unfair!Obviously, he is also an excellent short sword that can stand alone and achieve great results on the battlefield.

But the judges always like to coax him, as if those childish words can convince him that his heart is as hard as steel.

He is not weak like ordinary children.

Just like the kiss on the forehead, it can't perfuse the agitation in his heart at all.

"Yo. The one over there is you. Your name is Shiro Susukino, right?"

For some reason, the man named Semi appeared in this deserted corridor, and even spoke to him.

This guy is the common enemy of all Honmaru.Atsushi Shiro glared at him subconsciously.

"I'm Atsuto Shiro. Don't deliberately pronounce other people's names upside down, otherwise it won't look good."

"Pretend? How can I pretend?"

As if it would be troublesome to explain, he sighed impatiently.

"If you really don't know the name, it's impossible to say one of the words as an antonym so accurately."

"You're not cute, kid. Do you know that? It's a nickname used to communicate emotions, a nickname!"

Seto made nonsense while muttering and complaining.

Atsushi Shiro noticed with sharp eyes that Semi seemed to be hiding something secret behind his back.

"Stop treating me like a child. In your age, it may not be enough to show respect for you to call me great-grandfather."

"What. Does your master know how arrogant you are?"

"Call me grandpa."

"Actually, you usually pretend to be a good kid in front of Jasmin, right?"

"Call me grandpa, boy."

"...Don't you have to bring your own generation gap eliminator to talk to children of this era? Ouch."

"You talk to me in this tone? If you want to call me grandpa, hurry up."

"It's been great grandpa, great grandpa, you're jumping the needle!"

After coming to Honmaru, Semi was left speechless by the sword for the first time. He, who is usually glib and frivolous, finally tasted the taste of fiasco.As the saying goes, you always have to pay it back when you come out to hang out, and this time he really turned over in the gutter.

Atsushi Shiro stared at him, then suddenly spoke again.

"What do you think about me?"

The inexplicably opened topic stunned Seto for a moment.

"How about what? Well, it's just a little kid who isn't cute at all."

"Do I really look like a child?"

"With the face and figure of an elementary school student, it's a shame that you can ask this kind of question. Why do you have such a desperate expression?...I get it, you don't like being treated like a child. That's right, because you are actually my great-grandfather."

"Damn it. Why doesn't the general believe that I'm a mature man?"

Seeing him biting his lips angrily, Seto saw a smile of unknown meaning appearing on his lips.

"I said you, you are actually troubled by such a thing, you really are a child."

He gave Seto a hard look.

"Let me tell you, if you want to be considered a man, you have to do manly things. Do what you desire in your heart. This is called a man's performance. Instead of waiting for the other person to change his mind, it is better to directly use actions to make him change .”

"Is this your advice as a man?"

"Aha, no, this is just a proposal from me as an audience watching a good show!"

"...It's better for you to respect grandpa. Be careful that I will stab you with a short knife."

Seto laughed and ran away.In a trance, I saw him put the things hidden behind his back into his arms.

What the hell is that?

Atsushi Shiro rolled his eyes and decided to ignore this question for the time being.

Because the troubles in front of him were too important, he couldn't distract himself from thinking about other things.

Although he threatened to ask Kerase to meet, he felt that there was still some merit in this suggestion.

As a sword, it really is necessary to be decisive and agile, and to express his thoughts to the general with actions.

At that time, the judge will understand.

Understand that he is not a weak child, but an excellent man with a strong spirit!

Returning to the door of the God Judge's room again, just as he was about to reach out to open the door, the paper door in front of him was pulled open.

The lord opened his mouth dumb, and looked at Atsuto Shiro in surprise, probably taken aback by the unexpected sight.

"Hey, how long have you been standing here?"

He stroked his chest and asked in shock.

Atsuto Shiro didn't intend to answer this question, he just dragged the lord who was about to leave the room into the room and sat down obediently.The inquisitor had a dazed face, and was half pushed and half invited back to his seat, and sat upright.

"Just now... um!"

The picture of Atsuto Shiro losing his temper not long ago appeared in his mind, and he thought he had probably calmed down now.So he wanted to bring up the topic again, but was interrupted by the shock of Atsuto Shirou crashing into his arms.

"General, you don't understand what I want at all, do you?"

Atsushi Shiro raised his face and looked up at the judge from the bottom up.Such sharp eyes made the examiner's spine numb for no reason.

"Maybe...maybe know a little bit. But I really hope it's not what I think."

The lord patted his back lightly with his hands, as if thinking that doing so would extinguish the unknown flame in his heart.

"Why? Because you always treat me like a child. In your eyes, I am not a tough man, so you think I can only get hugs, not the above things──But, I want to prove that I can also do this what to do!"

Atsushi Shiro cupped the judge's cheek and kissed those lips vigorously.

He rushing into his arms may also be included in the plan, because the action of being hugged is really convenient and ingenious.

The lord drooped his eyelashes in a daze, not daring to meet Atsuto Shiro's eyes.

"How? General, I am no different from other people, right? What everyone can do, I can do too?"

He licked his lips proudly, as if he could recall the sweet softness just now with the tip of his tongue.

"I feel really guilty..."

The appraiser whispered hesitantly, combing the moon-white hair with his index finger for a while, and arranging the skirts of his clothes pretending to be busy.

Atsushi Shiro looked dissatisfied at the judge who talked about him from left to right, and suddenly noticed the neck covered with delicate skin under the collar that was being rectified.The well-defined collarbone hangs on the chest like a necklace, against the snow-white complexion, it is beautiful and beautiful.

"General, don't you still believe me? Don't believe I'm a real man?"

"Of course I believe you're a man, but..."

"Even this kind of thing can't be completely trusted, so I can't fight for you on the battlefield with all my heart? Can you tell me how deep your trust in me is? Even if I do that── "

He put his arms around the lord's shoulder, turned his head and kissed that neck.

Use your lips to carefully trace the edges and corners of the bones, and then slide up the shallow raised Adam's apple in the throat.Apart from the important parts, this is where men are most likely to feel pain when they are injured. Now that they are allowed to be kissed by others, he thinks that no matter who they are, they will feel scared.

The tip of the tongue can feel the trembling of the throat as it rolls, as well as the astonished panting of the judge.

The soft tongue licked lightly, while biting, the white teeth rubbed against the throat, a sensation of being about to be swallowed, and a kind of trance-like happiness.

However, there was no escape.The lord could only gently raise his neck to let him kiss him deeper.

The fusion of softness and saliva is not enough, he wants a drop of blood to touch his lips, the taste like rust, pleasure, warmth, the friction between souls, with trust, he can make his touch so fragile and weak The place.

But he was reluctant to let the interrogator ooze blood.In the end, he gritted his teeth gently but with some strength.

After biting, he licked it hard with his tongue, pretending to lick that bit of blood red.

The illusory smell emanates from the red plum-like imprint on the fair neck.

Satisfied and excited.

Atsushi Shiro licked his lips again, extremely proud.

There seemed to be a pool of water in the eyes of the examiner, and the breath was like a blue orchid without uttering the words.

His expression is slightly bewitching, full of charm, this is the usual protagonist.Atsushi Shiro doesn't like the kind motherly eyes of the lord when looking at him, he likes the charming, bewitching, graceful and luxurious demeanor like a fox fairy, but also like a flash in the pan.

"General, it doesn't matter if you can be more sexy."

"I just can't get used to you doing this kind of thing with a face like an innocent child..."

The lord complained helplessly, covering his face with his sleeves as if shy, trying to rely on this thin cloth to isolate himself from the world.

"Just wait, General! My mind has been sublimated into an excellent man, and now only my body is left. When I finish my training, I will hold the General in my arms next time! By then, General, you understand right?"

"...Hou, you really scare me."

Atsushi Shirou showed a hearty and brilliant smile.

"By the way, General, I have another question to ask."

"Don't ask questions that are not suitable for children's age... I beg you..."

The god-judgment who is usually calm and not at the mercy of the god-judgment, who used to have nothing to do with Zenhonmaru, finally lost for the first time under the will of Atsuto Shiro.About this matter can only be summed up in an old saying, if you come out to mess around, you always have to pay it back.

A few days later, Honmaru sent Atsuto Shiro out gracefully.

It was raining lightly outside, wet the umbrella surface.Watching the back of Atsuto Shiro gradually going away, the examiner inadvertently turned the red oil paper umbrella, was silent for a while, and then sighed almost inaudibly.

"My lord, are you reluctant? But if boys don't go out to practice, they can't grow up."

The attendant California Qingguang who accompanied him to see him off hurriedly comforted him.

"It is the duty of the sword to be compatible with the master. You don't have to worry about Xiao Hou, because he is a very strong child."

Yizhen, who came here specially to see his younger brother off, also echoed.

I saw the God Judge raised a smile that seemed helpless and calm.

"...Is it really possible to call him a child again in the future? That child, a few days ago asked me if I was still a virgin. Isn't this too mature? I am so mature that I can't stand it Woolen cloth."

He coughed continuously as if he was choking on saliva.

Qing Guang didn't notice the next episode where he was coughing so hard, he just dragged the protagonist to ask about the follow-up.

"What... Then, then, my lord... are you still a virgin?"

"Because I once had an older brother who loved me, so ──haha."

Before he finished speaking, the interrogator chuckled, turned around and shook the oil-paper umbrella, and walked back to Honmaru.

The thunder that fell with the rain fell across the distance, and the booming sound coincided with Qingguang's overlap.

California Qingguang couldn't help thinking, should he also embark on a journey of healing the soul?

The author has something to say:

Among the short knives, I like Hou Jun the most.Although I have known him for so long (?), until now I am still very unaccustomed to having such a sunny voice with that cold face.

I think maybe it is more cold in front of outsiders, but in fact, he is a hearty elementary school student in his bones.

And because he has a strong self-esteem and is a child who does his own way, he somehow suppressed the two most invincible people in this pill.

The lord's defense range does not include cute children, but in the end, he is included in Hou Jun's attack range wwwwwww