drunk snow

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was very upset.

To him, scaring is classy fun, and he's one of the best.In a life without a little fright, the mind will gradually cool down to death.Life should be like a firecracker, making people scream!

But he has lived as a knife for so many years, he is considered a thousand-year-old fox, and this time he capsized in the gutter.

He can't frighten the judge, what a humiliation!

I have been in Honmaru for nearly two weeks, but not a single prank can be called a success.

It was as if he had fallen heavily into a mud pit.It's time, he decided, to put his scary tricks into perspective.

Tsurumaru wondered where to start, but suddenly recalled that the moment he was forged, he had already suffered a defeat.

"Yo. I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Are you surprised by my sudden arrival...!"

At that time, he was speaking his debut lines as usual, but before he finished speaking, his tone paused because of surprise, because a young man in a pure white kimono with a white rabbit in his hand was standing in front of him wearing a Noh mask.

"It's the first time I met you. I'm the god judge. It's Bouncy Zaemon."

While introducing, the young man stretched out his arms and hugged the rabbit closer to Tsurumaru.He could only stare at the white rabbit's twitching pink nose.

Um.He felt that the judges' taste in choosing names was really bad.

Although he did not get good results in his first appearance, he will not admit defeat because of this.

So after this, Tsurumaru tried very hard to make the God-inspector fall into his carefully arranged trap.

For example, he took pains to dig hidden burrows on several occasions.

He even matched perfectly when and where the lord would pass by, but the old man made a perfect move, and the god judge would always stop at the first few steps into the burrow, and in the end it was usually Chang Gu who walked side by side with him. Bu Guozhong fell into the hole.

For another example, he will deliberately add a lot of chili to the meals of the judges.

But the judge still had that calm smile, eating without changing his expression.

Only once, only once.When Tsurumaru was wandering in the corridor, he happened to see the Lord was about to turn the corner. This seemed to be a rare and perfect opportunity, so he quickly chased after him silently, and grabbed the Lord's arm from behind.

"Yeah! Don't touch me..."

The God Judge let out a cry of surprise, then shook his hand violently and unexpectedly, all the blood on his face disappeared.After watching the lord run away from him, Tsurumaru still couldn't understand the reason behind it.

──At this time, he finally used this memory to come up with a prank that he claimed to be a clever plan.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga couldn't help snickering to himself.

The psychic will occasionally take a bath after dinner.

Tsurumaru, who had investigated this beforehand, hid patiently by the bedroom and waited. He waited for a long time, and when he was bored, he suddenly saw Zaemon bouncing around someone's feet, and the master who had finished grooming finally Appear on the porch.

The lord has already put on clean underwear, and is about to open the paper door to enter the room.

Tsurumaru seized the right moment, rushed forward, and suddenly hugged the judge from behind.Feeling the expected tremors in his arms, he felt extremely proud, even more satisfied than the complete victory when he went out.

"Wow! Hahahaha! My lord, are you scared?"

"No, no, no, let me go!"

He didn't expect the judge to struggle so fiercely, so he panicked and hugged him even more at a loss.

His nostrils were filled with the scent of orchid grass that covered the smell of smoke in the past, and the steaming hot air on his body leaked out of the thin underwear, making Tsurumaru feel anxious all over his body. Thanks to the height difference, he could see the neckline from behind. Snow white neck all the way down──

Tsurumaru's hands that were clasping the slender waist turned to grab the wrists of the examiner.

For no reason, he bent down, turned his head, and opened his mouth to bite the left side of the white and soft neck of the lord.

Feel the skin hit the teeth, fine and smooth.

"My lord, you're scared this time... Ugh!"

Tsurumaru asked again, but this time he didn't complete the question, because the rabbit named Hopping Zaemon gnawed him hard.

The god judge let out a small sound from his throat, struggled to break free from his grasp, and stared at him with his pair of vermilion eyes that were misty, looking so innocent that I felt pity for him.

Just as he was thinking this way, the paper door in front of him had been slammed shut.

The wound on the ankle was aching.

"Oh. Let him escape."

The sound made by the interrogator just now was like a kitten whose throat was squeezed tightly, it sounded pitiful.

Tsurumaru chuckled lightly.He unconsciously licked his lower lip, which seemed to still have the residual warmth of his body.

"It's so beautiful."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was very happy.

Because he finally saw the lord's expression other than a smile, and he guessed that few people had seen that frightened look.

The frightened look of the god judge is really beautiful.

Usually, he always has an elegant posture flying through the clouds and fog, but when he is frightened, he still turns pale like an ordinary person.When panicked, he looked like a very soft rabbit, and his demeanor of being tall and indifferent like a fairy disappeared without a trace.

Tsurumaru has privately heard that the protagonist has a demon, but the exact demon has not yet been identified, so he can only find clues from the dictation of the first issue.At present, it is only known that it is related to the protagonist's brother, fire, and them who are Token Fusangshin.

It's just that he really doesn't understand why they should be such a source of terror.

In short, the inner demon made the judge more and more cringe, and the lord before he came to Honmaru seemed more refined and elegant.

That's good.He didn't like the lord's calm smile at all.

It is illusory and ungraspable, as if living in a different world from them—a world that cannot be reached even by spreading the wings of a crane.

Everyone guessed that perhaps the contact with the swords would scare the god judges.

So Tsurumaru decided to focus on this.

He wanted to see more of those ordinary expressions.

the next day.The first team encountered a non-violation mission when they went out to battle, and fell into a bit of a hard fight. Although it ended in victory, every member was more or less injured and in a state of slander.When they returned, they went into their hands and rooms as usual, and the judge personally healed them.

Tsurumaru is raising his arm to ask the lord to take the medicine.

It stands to reason that the wound would heal automatically after the main body blade is repaired, but he insisted on asking the God Judge to apply the medicine, which made people feel puzzled.However, according to the character of the examiner, even if this request is slightly unreasonable, he will agree.

He stared at the slightly trembling hands of the examiner.

"My lord, the medicine has been spilled. It's really scary."

"Oh, I'm a bit overwhelmed. Sorry, I'll be fine in a while."

The drooping eyelashes covered the eyes, the lord said briskly.Tsurumaru could see that he was trying to regain control of his hands, but his hands continued to tremble uncontrollably, the frequency of the left hand holding Tsurumaru's wrist was particularly strong.

After a long time, he still couldn't restrain the trembling all over his body. Although he tried his best, his body was completely uncontrollable by his will.

"My lord, if you can't handle it by yourself, I can help you."

Tsurumaru stretched out his free wrist and squeezed the hand of the judge.Needless to say, he did it deliberately to achieve his goal.

"Look, hold it down for you, so you can take the medicine properly."

The medicine jar fell to the ground suddenly, with a piercing sound of glass shattering, the medicine splashed all over the floor, and the pungent smell of medicine wafted out.

"My lord! Are you alright?"

Qingguang, who was standing aside, hurried forward to check whether he was cut by the fragments. The god-inspector who was kneeling to apply the medicine for the crane pill stretched out his hand to grab Qingguang with difficulty.The long pendant corners of the pure white kimono are stained with light brown medicine color.

"Don't panic, don't panic... just ignore any guilt..."

He showed a tense expression, he didn't know if he was talking to Qingguang, or he was muttering softly trying to hypnotize himself.

It was as if he was tremblingly asking for appeasement from an invisible person.

"Please let go."

Kiyoko glared at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was holding on to the lord, with an annoyed look on his face.

"It's amazing! Looking at your expression, it seems that you want to blame me for the overturning of the medicine jar, the Lord? Speaking of which, I'm not joking. After all, this wound hurts."

"Anyway, please let go first."

When Tsurumaru let go of his hand, the judge rushed out of his hand and entered the room as if fleeing.Tsurumaru calmly planned to catch up, but was grabbed by Kiyomitsu, and the two stared at each other in unison.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"It's nothing. I just want to give the Lord unexpected surprises all the time──"

"──Then watch him fall into the human world. But, I'm not a bad person, haha!"

He laughed loudly, then threw off the restraints, leaving the astonished Qingguang alone in place, and walked out of the hand and entered the room leisurely.

The white sock of the god-judgment seems to have also been wet by the potion, and the shape of the hem of the sock is printed on the corridor, all the way to the god-judgment's room in a straight line.Tsurumaru walked leisurely, and quickly followed the master who was panting against the wall.

"Yo, my lord. Are you scared?"

"Don't lean any further. Onii-onii...onii-san will disappear..."

"Your inner demons are serious. But, this look is really beautiful. If you promise me, you will be a person who can make people clearly feel emotions, and you don't have to smile to hide the truth. I will now Oh leave."

"Impossible...it would be against my mother's will."

"I don't understand at all."

"I've tried so hard...why, even though I've tried so hard, I still can't..."

The judge's face was ashen-colored as if the blood in his body had congealed, and he whispered indiscriminately as if his head had been messed up.His eyes wandered, as if an invisible fear around him was devouring his body, losing his mind.

That appearance is really pitiful, what kind of demons are invading him, making the protagonist weak like a mortal and lovable.

Weak as a mortal, falling into the mortal world, living in the world of mortals, that is the mortal world that his crane wings can touch.

However, the sense of vulgarity is always only a moment.

"Haha. You should be helpless with such a demon."

The body and expression of the judge had gradually calmed down.He evoked that bland, empty smile again.

"If you really care about me, then please stay as far away from me as possible."

Tsurumaru stared at the disgusting smile, and suddenly opened his arms, leaning forward to grab him.

Just look at it again, that panicked, ordinary expression!

The lord's movements were faster than him. He stretched out his hand and pushed Tsurumaru into the God Inspector's bedroom, and then slammed the paper door shut.

Tsurumaru fell to the ground, listening to the escaped footsteps of the interrogator outside the door in a daze.

"Ugh......"

He turned over and lay on the tatami, and after a while, let out a long breath.

My lord, when will I become a real mortal?

When will I have the courage to let go of that emptiness?

I really want to distort that smiling face severely, so that the main character can show a crying expression, an angry expression, and genuine feelings from the heart.

He no longer wanted to see that misty smile that was so high above that he couldn't touch it even if he stretched out his hand.

Ahhh, when on earth──

Can the banished immortals who were relegated from heaven truly blend into the world?

Come on, come on, come down to me...

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper beside the table, Tsurumaru took the paper over to have a look, then suddenly jumped up from the floor as if he was electrocuted, and began to rummage on the desk of the judge.

He took out a whole stack of papers under the scroll, and the master's beautiful and neat handwriting was densely written all over it.

Quickly flipping through the contents of each piece of paper, while sweating more and more, as if discovering a new continent.

Feeling astringent in his mouth, he couldn't help swallowing hard.

"This is really a big surprise──"

Lowering his voice, he shrank his throat and moaned.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga has found the truth.

The author has something to say:

Well, here I want to clarify for Tsurumaru.

He is not sickly, nor is he perverted.

It's just knowing that it can't be done but doing it on purpose, just like a cat seeing a glass vase on the table and just reaching out to push it down.

Behavior like this is what I usually call being a bitch.So this is not a coquettish wwww (where did it get clarified)