After I became a divine judge [Comprehensive]

Going back to the moment when Honmaru was hugged by the long-awaited chaos and withdrawal, I felt a strange and hot emotion that I had never experienced sprouted in my heart, and quickly climbed to fill my entire heart at an unshakable speed, making me feel My slightly sore pain seemed to be flowed through my whole body by countless streams of warm water, which taught my tense muscles to relax instantly, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise.

The feeling of coming home.Almost subconsciously, I thought of this strange and familiar phrase that I had read many times in the book but never experienced it.

Thinking like this seems too taken for granted, absurd, and overconfident.Surrounded by everyone, I secretly tried my best to pour cold water on my feeling of burning up and going to heaven, trying to calm myself down and forget about it, but I still couldn't stop a certain part of my ribcage from becoming violently at this moment. A taffy that has been stripped of its sugar paper, continuously melts out strands of soft and sweet happiness due to the heat of the hug.

"The main hall." I raised my head slightly as I was hugged by Tsurumaru and hooked around my neck by Kiyoko. From the gap between their arms, I saw Candlestick Kiri wearing an apron, Minghu holding fried tofu, and Ishikimaru said something to me with a smile.

The distance is a bit far, and An Ning and Qing Guang are pinching each other in my ears, so that I can't hear his voice clearly, I can barely recognize his mouth shape by squinting my eyes.

'Oka...erinasai? '

"Welcome home, my lord." Kissed me on the cheek indiscriminately, and the words he said corresponded to Ishikirimaru's mouth shape, and after he said this, everyone else repeated the same to me.

Welcome home, they say so.

Welcome home, welcome home, I couldn't help repeating this sentence over and over again in my heart like a fool, the hot and joyful joy that came from it was hard to be poured out by any bucket of cold water Extinct, or rather, I have been dazzled by the temperature, and my whole body has turned into soft, half-melted candy, and I have long since lost the strength to lift the bucket of cold water.

Never—no one ever said that to me.Standing at the door of Honmaru, I was a little breathless from being hugged, my feet were a little weak on the ground, I felt overwhelmed, nervous, and my brain was almost blank, but in those familiar instincts, emotions and reactions In the meantime, I clearly felt unprecedented steadfastness and peace of mind.

I am really standing here, and those hugs, warmth, gazes, the softness on the cheeks, and the warmth from the palms of my hands are also real.

"I'm back." I said this carefully but clearly with some impatience.

Then, got a response.

Not echo's response.

"Welcome home." Restraining the desire to cry out with joy, I lowered my head and told Shinano and Mukichi who were holding my hands tightly what Ishikirimaru and the others had said to me.

Wu Ji raised his head from my arms, his beautiful light golden eyes are moist and soft, his slender eyelashes are distinct, and they are lighter than the color of his hair, like snow, with many drops of water condensing on them.

"I will definitely bring luck to the lord!" He was a little anxious and held my hand tightly as if he wanted to prove something.

I probably know why he is like this, and I can fully understand why he is like this, so I didn't shake my head to tell him not to worry and work hard like this, but just smiled and nodded and held his hand.

"I'm Shinano Toshiro. I'm the child who is kept the most secret among the Toshiro brothers." Shinano let go of my hand, looked helplessly at the chaos that was about to hang on me, and then a smile appeared on his face. With a dazzling smile like a little sun: "The embrace of the general, I will take good care of it from now on!"

What, I turned my head sideways in embarrassment, but the moment I turned my head, I met another pair of eyes.

He stood next to Da Juli and Jiang Xue, facing me with eyes separated by many people. I thought it was a coincidence that he turned his head and looked back, but it still raised the hopeless feeling that he might have been looking at me all the time. drug delusions.

To be watched by him....In the warm light of the sunset, I fell into the night that spanned midnight and dawn again, and tied all my emotions to that new moon.

He suddenly bent his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled softly.

Still facing me, still looking at me, he smiled slightly.

I felt that the taffy under my ribs irreparably turned into a handful of sticky syrup in this split second, lingering into the blood under the violent beating of the heart, filling all the limbs and bones, like The heartbeat, attachment, and indescribable love for him.

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The first dinner after returning home was overly rich. The steaming curry tonkatsu bowl and the miso soup with small tofu pieces floating in the perfect pairing can already make people want to swallow their tongues, but there are still layers Layers of attractive sushi and sashimi platters, at a glance, you can tell that the braised pork has been stewed for at least an afternoon, and the golden and crispy fried chicken nuggets are overwhelming. There are three or four more desserts than usual.

So much so that I felt the taste of insomnia on the long-lost familiar bed.

I didn't suffer from insomnia on the rough bedding, and I didn't suffer from insomnia in the hay in the cave. Why did I have insomnia after returning?It's all because I ate too much for dinner.I kicked off the quilt that was mostly hugged by me, and touched my already flat stomach, trying to find a little remaining fullness in it to strengthen the credibility of this reason.

I couldn't find it, I sighed, but I heard myself mumble a name in a low voice.

"Sanriyue." I heard myself call out this name in the silent room late at night, and my sleepy brain, which was slightly aching, suddenly woke up.

The reason for the insomnia was already there, but I subconsciously denied it in the first half of the night, looking for other reasons for the denial.

In the short period of more than a month in the Warring States period, I developed a dangerous habit.I was fully aware of this, but I didn't feel the relief that I should have. Instead, I only felt that the original inexplicable sense of loss surrounding the irritability of insomnia suddenly turned into a tangible anxiety that could be stretched out and touched— — Anxiety that he is not around, as if it can condense the uneasiness that is manifested with longing.

Such a bad idea.But the more I blame myself for thinking like this, the more I can't help but think about his smell, his temperature, the feeling of being held by him and hugged by him, and then it goes round and round, a vicious circle.

This is probably greed.I stood up from the bed, walked barefoot on the wooden floor, and walked to the door step by step in the coolness passing through, and opened the door.

The night wind in the early summer is still a little cold, and it is slightly cold on the body, and it would be much better to put on a thin coat, but now I just want to move forward, find a remote place to sit for a while, let this The icy wind can calm my brain, which is dazzled by something strange.

I walked towards the distant hillside without any obstacles, but unexpectedly saw Wu Ji in a white dress in the corridor next to the courtyard.

"My lord!?" He turned his head, and the vigilance on his face quickly turned into bewilderment and surprise.

"...Night, good evening, Wu Jizhang." I didn't have to go anywhere, but when I met him here, I sat down about half a meter away from him.

The moon is close to full tonight, and there are no clouds, so the clear and faint moonlight sprinkled all over the courtyard. I swayed my bare feet lightly, watching the frog jump from one lotus leaf in the pond to another. , didn't speak any more, and he did the same, but surprisingly, he didn't look embarrassed.

It seems that I have become less afraid of the silent silence, and it seems that I just lost my soul in the moonlight.

"I...can bring luck to my lord." He said suddenly, but when I turned my head to look, I found that he seemed to be talking to himself, with both hands clasping his head tightly.

"I'm very happy to meet Wu Jizhang." His movements are the ones I'm very familiar with that can best protect his body: "Well, it's not important whether it brings luck or not."

It is said that Mukichi Sadamune is able to bring luck to the owner who holds it. ——I saw such a statement in the sword description on the internal website of the God-inspector, but to me, no matter how widely this statement is spread, it is just an unfounded rumor.Having huge expectations for people because of such unfounded statements, and inflicting anger, disappointment and hurt on people because they didn't get the expected results... I think it's a very sad thing.

I don't have the right to judge and stop others, and I don't have the ability to say that such a thing is right or wrong, but I think I can still do the small things that prevent myself from doing that.

Or, a little more, like everyone did to me?Can it be done?I pressed the amulet I had given you in my pocket, and the soft touch filled me with determination.

I took his hand.

"I, I think, that I... Is Wu, Wu Jiyu hungry?" I heard my determination slammed down, and in my panic, I asked such a stupid question that didn't make sense.

He looked at me blankly for a few seconds, and the second before I was about to lose my hold and fled - he tilted his head and laughed.

"Thank you, my lord." He moved closer to me and buried himself in my arms.

A warm liquid seeped through the thin fabric of the pajamas, soaking dry skin.

I froze for a moment, raised my hand and stroked his soft short hair.

Touching the direction of hair growth one by one, just like that person did to me in the past.

It's not a new moon tonight.

The author has something to say:

The update is one day late, I have been suffering from heat and cold for the past two days and feel like sleeping qwq.

I still feel that I can't get used to typing in the dormitory. When there are too many people, I get stuck. I can only take advantage of my roommate's absence. I was asked if I was writing a novel. Mysterious shame [cover face.

I'll be howling 'I'm back! ', and must howl until someone responds. When my parents and sister are away, I will be particularly disappointed-especially when I hear the echo, I really want to grow mushrooms.