[Rebirth of the Future] Furutake Era

The early morning twilight enveloped this unremarkable farmstead on the outskirts of Kvilia.

The light came in through the window and shone on the face of Artofea who was lying on his side. Artofis was unbearably disturbed and slowly opened his eyes.

He shrank his body, feeling that he was alone on the bed.

The side is empty, Shiba is no longer there.

Atofis froze, and a trace of complexity flashed in his lowered eyes. He pulled the quilt and buried himself in it. After a while, he slowly got up.

"woke up?"

Someone at the window asked a question, Artofes twitched his brows, and slowly looked up, his hands and feet were suddenly cold.

Shiba held a lighted cigarette between his fingertips and looked sideways out of the window. He was only wearing a bathrobe and his hair was still wet.

His eyes were indifferent, and although he was asking questions, he didn't give Atophis any extra attention, and he was surrounded by a cold aura.

The heating was turned on in the room, and it was very warm, but there was heavy snowflakes flying outside the window, and a layer of ice flakes condensed on the glass, but because of the special material, it was still clearly visible. At this moment, Kvilia is a snow-white world .

Artofis was silent for a while, then hummed lightly.

Shiba sighed, crushed the cigarette ash on the table, got up and gathered his clothes, turned his head to look at Artofes, and felt that his head hurt more than before.

When he woke up early in the morning and found himself lying in the arms of Artofes, Shiba was frightened into palpitations.

The reaction after a hangover is one thing. The most important thing is that after avoiding Artofys for so long, he suddenly fell into this dilemma and felt a little at a loss.

With the faint musky smell in the room and the wetness between the legs, coupled with the naked appearance, how could Shiba not guess what happened?

He would never admit that the moment he realized that something was beyond his expectations, his first reaction was——

Reached out to touch Artofea's groin.

He was relieved by the result, but at the same time a little worried.

Artofis is a cautious person, if he hadn't already made plans for a showdown, he would never have slept with him like this.

What's more, he didn't even do any follow-up cleaning, it was made clear that he wanted to let him see what happened last night.

So after Shiba lightly got out of bed, he didn't wake him up in a somewhat evasive manner, but smoked a stuffy cigarette by himself.

The tangy smell of smoke made Artofys frowned. He didn't know when Shiba was contaminated with this kind of thing, but Shiba's current attitude made him a little uneasy. Artofys hesitated for a while, He opened his mouth before Shiba could speak: "Last night..."

"Last night!" Shiba interrupted him, and walked over with no expression on his face, "Last night, what happened?"

Artofis was stunned: "You don't remember?" He raised his head and stared at the man who was looking down at him, but he couldn't find any obvious emotion from Shiba's eyes.

Shiba looked away and shook his head.

Artofis looked at him for a while, opened his mouth, and suddenly lowered his head and smiled faintly: "You were drunk, last night...it's nothing serious."

Eighteen's fingertips trembled, his brows tightened, and he didn't expect Artofes to answer like this.

Artofes closed his eyes and got up. He was dressed, and there was no embarrassment when he got up, so he said, "Are you hungry? I'll go find Tomato, he should get up now." .”

Shiba grabbed him the moment he turned around, exerted a little force on his hand, and sighed, "Are you okay?"

Artofis nodded with a smile, his eyes firm.

Shiba let go of his hand when he saw it, and shrank back embarrassingly. Artofes licked the corner of his mouth at him, lowered his head, opened the door and went out.

"Hey..." Shiba opened his mouth, stared blankly at the closed door for a long time, and suddenly said in a tangled voice, "What are you doing..." Obviously, the one who escaped from embarrassment should be me...

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Shiba quickly discovered that something was wrong with Artofys.

From this day on, Artofis began to treat him as before he left home, with a smile, or physical contact, all of which were held in a tight line.

There will still be something in the eyes, but whenever Shiba senses to look over, he can only see the drooping eyelids of Artofys.

Every time Shiba frowned, Artofis would lower his head when he saw it, and find some messy things to divert his attention, while Tomat would look at the two worriedly.

well...

After a few times down, Shiba began to comfort himself, at least, there were already some signs that he wanted to give up.

Shiba was still a little sad, but Artofys was still young after all. From Shiba's point of view, maybe one day in the future, he would be enlightened, so he bid farewell to himself freely.

His relationship with Artofys was limited to close mentors and apprentices, or teachers and students, although Artofys never called him a mentor from the beginning to the end.

This strange relationship often makes Shiba feel troubled when he dreams back at midnight, and the increasingly silent appearance of Artofes also makes Shiba feel relieved and at the same time start to feel a little worried.

"Bang!"

The snow-white disk hit the ground and fell into several petals.

Shiba's hand that accidentally touched Artofy's little finger froze, and Artofyus apologized even faster, squatting on the ground and bowing his head to pick up the fragments.

"Mumu."

Eighteen yelled, and Artofes, who bowed his head, paused for a while, and then pretended not to hear.

Shiba sighed, bent down and took his hand, pulled him up, and then walked upstairs.

Artofis still held the broken porcelain in his hand, Shiba took it off and threw it into the trash can, saying, "I think it's time for me to talk to you."

Artofes was struggling instinctively, and when he heard this sentence, he suddenly fell silent, his face also turned pale, but he didn't say anything, and followed Shiba's footsteps upstairs.

Tomat came out of the kitchen with the cutlery, and looked up at the backs of the two worriedly.

The young master probably hasn't realized that his own emotions have become very strange...

"I want to know, how long will you keep your absent-mindedness?"

The door closed, and Eighteen's voice sounded the next moment. Artofes looked up, and Eighteen was locking the door with his back turned to him, and turned on the electric light above his head.

"I'm fine." Athophis turned his head, his voice was light and light, "You are worrying too much, there is nothing wrong with me."

"Mumu!" Every time Shiba got angry or became emotional, he would call back Artofes's former name. At this moment, he seemed to be a little emotional, and there was some hatred in his words, " Why can’t you understand!? I’m doing it for your own good!”

Artofis clenched his fists hanging on his legs because of his address, still looking like he was not dead or alive: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Look at me!" Eighteen seriously stretched out his hand to grab Athophis' shoulder, trying to turn his gaze away, "Look at my eyes!"

A trace of pain flashed in Artofes' eyes. He raised his hand to break Shiba's palm, lowered his head and kept saying awkwardly: "I have other things, you let me go first..." Feeling Shiba Without insisting, Artofis stared into his eyes for a second, and pleaded in a low voice, "Tell me tomorrow, okay?"

Shiba's heart tightened, but his voice was extremely strong: "Not good."