Ya-kun's Honmaru is a bit weird

I'm Nako Asahina, the fourth son of the Asahina family, and a writer.Although it is a bit abrupt, what I am going to write next is something that makes people angry and helpless.

This was a long time ago.

But it is said to be a long time ago, but it is only a month ago. As for why it is said to be a long time ago, it is probably because I feel that I have experienced a lot during this period and it is difficult to sort out one by one.

After deciding to take writing as a career, I left Asahina's house and went to various countries in the world to meet various people and things in order to seek novel writing materials.

Although Ukyo and Yachen would call him from time to time and say, "Go home once in a while for dinner or something like that", they also said, "Don't worry, even if you go far away, the room will be reserved for you at home".

But I bet, that room must have been taken by You Jing because he always verbally took advantage of me on the phone, and threw all the sundries into his room in anger and shame to relieve his hatred.

When I travel, I always stay in hotels, and because of my profession, I occasionally wear women’s clothes to get close to certain criminals to obtain material, ah, I forgot to mention, my profession is a dark novelist.

I am interested in all novel things, and I have sincere enthusiasm for new things and strange things, so when I was sorting out writing materials in the hotel room, I accidentally scattered the paper on the table in the last second I stretched out my hand in the air, but maintained that action in the next second. When I appeared in a strange and dilapidated room, I still maintained my demeanor and did not sit on the ground.

It was already dusk, the rare warmth coming in through the paper door fell on the somewhat messy tatami, and the small dust particles suspended in the air made me frown.

Gusts of cold wind entered the room through the broken paper door, making the low indoor temperature even colder. I, who was not used to the air-conditioned room, suddenly raised my hand and rubbed my arms uncontrollably.

Because he was in a hotel room, he was dressed very casually. He simply put on a thin white shirt and three-quarter-length black pants, and stepped on the slippers provided by the hotel. Facing the cold wind, he could hardly resist the cold air.

Tightening his shoulders uncontrollably, he walked to the paper door and tried to pull it open.However, it took a long time for the paper door to remain motionless. I lowered my head and took a closer look, only to find that the paper door had been severed from the middle with a sharp weapon, and only a small part was still connected.

The fingertips slowly slid across the broken part of the paper door. There were very few burrs and it was very smooth. It was almost possible to imagine how decisively the owner of the sword must have cut off the door at that time.

I looked away and began to look at the furnishings in the house.

The room is a very traditional Japanese-style room, and there is only one cabinet standing against the wall. I reached out and opened a few drawers, rummaged through it, and found that most of them were empty, and there was nothing I could wear on my body. I was helpless Had to re-close them one by one.

When I was hesitating whether to smash the paper door open from the inside, something on the ground caught my attention.

Is this...a spell?

I squatted down and took a closer look, and found some white striped things that seemed to be tightly attached to the ground.My heart moved, I raised my eyebrows slightly, stretched out my hand to pinch one end and tore it gently.

"Tear that off and you won't be able to go back."

A clear but steady youthful voice suddenly came from outside the door. I paused, and when I stood up, the door had been completely destroyed from the outside, making a loud noise.In an instant, a large amount of cold air rushed in, blowing the long hair tied behind me.

There were dots of light floating in the air, and I squinted my eyes, trying to make out who was standing outside the room.

I saw a young man with bright blue hair standing expressionlessly on the corridor connected to the room. His body was wrapped in many white bandages, faintly oozing blood.It may be that he forcibly opened the door from the outside with his hand just now and scratched his hand. At this time, the palm hanging by his side is bleeding, flowing along the palm lines to the fingertips and dripping on the ground.

Although I personally like dark and bloody things, it will still move me to see such a child who is as old as my youngest brother get hurt.

Even though the boy didn't seem to care much, his expression didn't show the expression that a young child should have.

I walked over and got closer, and asked, "Is your hand alright?"

As soon as the words were finished, the young man turned around suddenly, and walked towards the room at the other end of the corridor without giving him a look.

"..." Does this mean you want to follow him...?

I paused for a moment, silently watching the boy's figure getting further and further away, and after a long time, raised my legs and followed him.

The boy stopped in front of a room that was relatively complete compared to other rooms. He looked back at me, then turned his head in silence, slowly opened the door, and walked in.

The ground in the courtyard was covered with snow, and occasionally dry branches were broken by the snow falling on the branches and fell to the ground.

I looked back at the empty courtyard around. There was no footprint on the snowy ground. If it wasn't for the young boy who just appeared, I would definitely think this is a deserted house.

The cold wind blew again, and I couldn't help shaking, but I had no choice but to walk into the house.

The inside of the house is always warmer than the outside. Although it is still low temperature, being able to have a complete paper door to block the cold wind has played a lot.

I stood on one side of the room and looked around calmly.The layout of this room is exactly the same as the one just now, the only difference may be that there is no sword enshrined in that room.

I looked at the sword placed in the upper hall of the room, and saw that the nearly two-foot-three-inch scabbard was covered with tiny cracks, which greatly reduced its grand appearance, which seemed a bit regrettable.

Although I don't know much about swords, but looking at the well-made scabbard and sword grid, I can tell that it is a good sword.

I just don't know why it happens like this...

While I was meditating, the young boy suddenly walked into a room separated from this room by a paper door, and I could vaguely hear him talking to someone.After a while, he came out of that room again, but this time he supported a young man in his hand.

The young man with pale pink hair seemed a little weak. Although there were only a few steps between the two rooms, the young man walked with great difficulty. He was finally helped by the young man beside him to the cushion, and some thin sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

He breathed a sigh of relief slowly, then raised his head and looked at me with strange eyes, and said softly.

"Next, Zongsan's left writing." He turned to the young man sitting beside him, "This is Xiao Ye's left writing."

Now that the other party introduced himself, according to the etiquette, I should also introduce myself, so I said, "I'm Asahina——"

Before I finished speaking, the person in front of me suddenly interrupted me.

"You don't have to give your name to people like us."

I looked at him suspiciously, obviously with the intention of asking, but the young man lowered his eyes lightly, changed the subject and said slowly.

"I'm very sorry for bringing you here hastily, but time is running out. I want to tell you everything that happened here. Please listen quietly."

His voice was very soft, and occasionally it became difficult to distinguish because of his unsteady breath, his pale skin showed an unnatural blush, and the loose robe made him even more emaciated.

Before I could respond, Zong San Zuowen lowered his eyes and continued, "Words alone may not be convincing, let me show you something."

After he finished speaking, the young man sitting next to him suddenly stood up and ran to another room as if he was searching for something. I looked at the young man sitting across from me with a complicated expression. For some reason, I felt inexplicably agitated.

In fact, this is really not a happy thing.Although I often think about the reactions and emotional changes that some women will make in order to be more natural as a woman, but at this time I don't want the intuition of women to appear in me at all.

Tightly holding some old but very familiar rabbit dolls in my hands, the anxiety in my heart became more and more obvious. I frowned and looked at the young man, and asked in a deep voice with a bit of a bad tone, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that my mood had begun to become slightly unstable, Zong San Zuo Wenwen paused, as if hesitating for something, which caused Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen who was sitting beside him to look at him involuntarily.

After a long time, he seemed to calm down in his heart, he slowly opened his mouth, and slowly narrated the matter in detail.

The beginning of the story was unbelievable, because at first I thought it was a kidnapper.

After listening to a story-like discourse of a young man, I was even more silent.I have been holding the doll in my hand, because I know how much children cherish this thing, almost inseparable, so as soon as this thing is taken out, even if there is nothing else, I already know that this is more important than novels. Dramatic things are probably true.

Although a little weird.

Although I like to hear novel things, the premise is that these things do not involve the interests of my family.

Listening to Zong San Zuo's eloquent retelling of everything calmly, the anger that arose in my heart suddenly subsided gradually, and I slowly let go of the hand holding the puppet tightly under the table, and I suddenly laughed.

The young man seemed to be taken aback when he saw me. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at me in surprise, but he seemed a little angry at this moment.

I raised my hand and gathered the scattered hair behind my ears casually. I leaned on the table and gently propped my chin, and looked at the young man with a bit of mockery at the corner of my mouth and said slowly.

"Hey... are you telling me this now to prove that you are a good person and have no intentions of my children?"

I paused, then shook my head suddenly and said, "No, I made a mistake, it should be Lord Fusangshen... right?"

"..."

The young man didn't speak, his eyes were still lowered, but his clenched fist on his lap exposed everything.

Yes, they have selfish intentions. Although they are not the main cause of the current situation, they have deliberately ignored it several times when the status quo could be reversed.Then, when the swords of Honmaru hurt the boy all over his body, he stretched out a hand to lure the fragile boy to this side, leaving an impression that "Zuowen can be trusted" to get the boy's attention.

But in fact, this was just his idea, Jiang Xuezuo's text and Xiao Ye's left text were only used by him in the process.

From the first time he handed over the photo to the young man, this idea appeared involuntarily, and things went smoothly in the direction he wanted, but in the end, Jiang Xue Zuowen still noticed it.

He originally wanted to take the lonely young man as his own at that time when Honmaru's swords were all out in battle, force him to find out the young man's name, and then disappear.

Anyway, there have been countless incidents in which the interrogator was sent to the gods, and even the government of the time would not be so relentless in their pursuit. Everything was as planned. He thought that day was not far away, but However, the sudden appearance of Yue Zongjin on the third day will disrupt everything.

At that time, he was hiding under the far colonnade and watched the confrontation between the dagger and Sankai Yuezong. Although the appearance of Sankai Yuezong was a bit unexpected, he originally thought that after the two of them had suffered some injuries, it would be okay to take the opportunity to kidnap the young man. pass.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xuezuo's text would suddenly intervene at that time, and the figures of the two fighting were right in front of him. When he realized it, Xiaoye had already stood beside him and looked up at him calmly.

Ahh...all were found.

At that time, there were only such words in his mind, and he smiled helplessly as he saw the dagger clearly staring at his pupils for a long time.

"..."

I don't know what the young man is thinking, but he has no interest at all.From my point of view, I only saw Fu Sangshen's arrogance and arrogance. When I thought about what the child had suffered, I felt an uncontrollable anger in my heart.

"Can you send me back, Lord Fusangshen?"

Actually, I seldom get angry, but that time I couldn't help but sneered at that thin young man. I knew he would definitely not refuse my request, because at that time, I saw repentance and relief in his eyes.

With the things left by the child here, I stood in the center of the spell. The young man who had been silent all this time suddenly stepped forward and handed me the things in his hands with some hesitation. Be careful.

I looked at the thing in his hand, it was a very common little yellow duck.

I think I should reject him severely, and tell them in a cold voice not to approach my children anymore, but the boy's clear eyes showed a hint of pleading, perhaps because of his appearance at this age, he couldn't help but remind me of my own children. Child, I took his things in a moment of softness.

In a blink of an eye, I saw Zong San Zuowen slowly squatting down, putting one hand on the center of the spell. Gradually, a faint light radiated from his whole body. Through the light curtain, I saw the young man's paler face than before. Against the backdrop of the curtain, it seems to have become transparent.

I frowned and opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

The light curtain became more and more dazzling, and I couldn't help closing my eyes. There seemed to be a faint voice of a young man passing through the light curtain in my ears, which was a little blurry and hard to hear clearly.

... sorry.

what did you say?

right…….

Can't hear clearly, you should talk to him yourself.

The author has something to say: Zong Sanzuo text: Words alone may not convince you, come here, let me show you a baby~

Nako Asahina: #

Do not take it seriously!Don't draw your sword!Harmonious trouble you and me. ︿(￣︶￣)︿