[Comprehensive Ghost Extinguisher] I always feel like my dad is going to roll over

Well done!

I dragged my quilt to Yuanyi's side and lay down next to him. Before falling asleep, I carefully put my hand into Yuanyi's quilt and held his hand.

I closed my eyes, felt the temperature on my hands, and a silly satisfied smile appeared on my face.

what.

Now I am really happy.

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so cold...

so cold...

why... so cold...

"--too--!"

"Positive----!"

whose... voice...

"...Youta!"

It's like...calling my name...

But...it was warm...so cozy...

Can't you just sleep like this...

"Youta! Wake up!"

I suddenly opened my eyes, and the ominous red mist instantly enveloped my body, just waiting for my order, they can instantly devour the enemy.

After seeing the person who woke me up, I withdrew the mist calmly, and smiled gently at the person who came: "Father, you are back from outside."

The man with black hair and red eyes was wearing a western suit, raised his perennially cold hand to hold down my movement of getting up: "Don't go through those unnecessary etiquette, Yota, you are my son."

Yota...

I have already forgotten what exactly I dreamed just now, but... I always feel that the person in the dream doesn't seem to call me that.

"Dad." I asked him seemingly plainly, "Have you ever given me another name?"

"Why do you ask that?" Dad stared at me, and I looked at him, but there was no fluctuation on his face, as if I asked an unimportant question.

"It's nothing, I just asked." I shook my head, the feeling gradually disappeared, and then I stopped thinking about it, but raised an expectant smile: "Dad, what hand gift did you bring me this time? The mask ? Clothes? Or those vases?"

Dad smiled softly, raised his hand and tapped my forehead lightly, and his tone was full of affectionate teasing: "You. I'm almost going to be your dedicated errand runner."

I winked at him and exaggeratedly asked: "Isn't it?"

Dad shook his head helplessly, then turned around and called out, "Ming Nu."

With my back to us all the time, the ghost guarding the door of my room plucked the strings, and a long box appeared beside my father. He stretched out his hand to help me sit up, and pulled the armchair beside me to put it behind me. I smiled gratefully at him, and then looked at the box beside me.

"This is?"

The father opened the lid of the box while explaining: "This is a sword."

"Sword?" I was a little surprised: "It's so good, why did Dad give me the sword?"

I thought about it: "Is this sword famous?"

"Famous?" Father pondered for a moment, then said, "Should be considered famous, right?"

"What's the name of that knife?" I picked up the sword stored in the box, looked at the gorgeous decoration, and asked, "This knife is really pretty."

"As long as you like it." Dad showed a gratified smile: "The name of this knife is Sanri Yue Zongjin."

I took out the knife and looked at his sword carefully: "San Riyue..."

The author has something to say:

In the end, it's still a combination of Touken Ranbu... I really love the sword man deeply.

Alas, the length of the sword is not used, just soy sauce.

The following is Baidu Encyclopedia: Before the outbreak of the Pacific War (1942), it was basically determined that Mikazuki Munekin belonged to the Tokugawa family. When the new national treasure was designated in Showa 26 (1951), it was held by the personal collector Seiichiro Watanabe.

In Heisei 4 (1992) Seiichiro Watanabe donated Mikazuki Munechi to the Tokyo National Museum free of charge, and it has been there ever since.