[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

"Like is like..."

No, wait, it's not a matter of liking at all.

"I remember that the press-cut Hasebe is preserved in a museum as a designated national treasure?"

Tsukimi reached out and carefully picked up the knife in the box.He doesn't have much research on 'antiques', but somehow feels...

This is true.

Moreover, Aizen-san would not lie about such things.

However, he had never heard of the rumor that this knife was lost!Is he ignorant?

"The one in the museum is not the real thing."

Aizan, who was wearing a slim trench coat, leaned against the edge of the desk, telling anecdotes that could frighten many collectors in the world.

"The Four Great Skills of the God of Death: Fist Slashing and Ghost Walking. Among them, the Slashing is the Slashing Technique, which is ranked first, which is also known as the Dao of Swords in the world."

Cutting Dao is of great significance to the god of death, and it is not a kid's plaything in this world.Basically, every god of death who can survive the fight with Xu is a master of swordsmanship.

"Hundreds of years ago, there was a trend of collecting famous knives in the soul world."

At that time, if a large number of famous knives were purchased, it would easily attract the attention of others.The famous knives collected across borders are equivalent to disappearing in the eyes of the world, so the twelfth squad at that time and today's Technology Development Bureau thought of a way to make an identical copy of the famous knives they wanted to collect, and then replace the real ones come out.

It couldn't be easier to do this with the skill of Death.

Of course, they were still a bit virtuous, they didn't intend to hit the knives that were fighting side by side with their masters, but only moved those swords that were stored and put aside to pile up ashes.

After all, no matter how similar it is, it is easy for a slightly sensitive person to tell whether the partner who has been in the hand for a long time has been swapped.

At that time, the main people who did this were nobles from the soul world.Corresponding compensations were also made to those families whose collections were changed, and the [-]th division team also received a large amount of funds for this.

"In addition to these swapped ones, there are also those that the agents of the nobles in the soul world have been asking for all year round. When the war broke out, these famous knives were 'lost' in a fair manner."

Yuejian: Now he is very curious about how many famous knives in this world are actually treasured by the other world.

...No, the point is.

"Is the power of the other world so powerful in this world?"

He is now curious whether there is such an existence in the family he has dealt with.

"it's gone now."

What is lost in the flames of war is not only the sword.It is not impossible for a big family to disappear as soon as it says it will.

So what about the support of the so-called nobles, not everyone can come to the soul world after death, isn't there still hell.

In recent years, even though the present world has become stable, those gods of death who have long decayed have long been satisfied with the world they have, and never thought about opening their eyes to see it.

"This cutting Hasebe was a gift from the Kasumi Oji family when I became the captain of the fifth team 100 years ago."

He smiled and touched the top of the little boy's head.

"Now I'm giving it to you as a gift, don't refuse or feel embarrassed. This knife can only really play a role in your hands, otherwise it will just be stored in a dark warehouse."

"Besides, you are the only student I have accepted in my hundreds of years of life, and you may even be the only one in the future. It's just a knife, don't worry too much about it."

With that said, he took out the knife from the box and handed it to Yue Jian's hand.Then, he pulled the boy's wrist and walked towards the small dojo next door with great interest.

"Come on, let's try the knife first."

The knife, which had been hidden in the snow for more than 600 years, was still extremely sharp when it came out of the sheath. With a gentle swing, the straw man used for the test knife was split in half, and the cut surface was extremely smooth.

Aizen looked at the knife-wielding boy with admiration, and that awe-inspiring gesture reminded him of the bright moon that he admired that night.

Then, he opened his mouth softly, as if his tone was a little stronger, and he would bump into the beautiful moon elf.

"Remember what I said to teach you the use of spiritual power, now is the time."

Lingli, Yuejian couldn't help reaching out to touch the knife that Aizen had asked him to carry with him.

"If you are used to not confining your spiritual power, you want to do it overnight. It is impossible to perfectly hide your spiritual power in your body."

This is how Aizen explained to Tsukimi.

"Your spiritual power has reached the level of the captain, and it is still increasing day and night. This means that it is not an easy task to control an overly large power."

The magnitude of control and strength cannot be generalized, but the same person must spend different time to control two completely different forces at the officer level and the captain level.

"If you want to control your strength perfectly, it will take time to polish. In the meantime, you can try to inject excess spiritual power into this knife first, and then it will be easier to exercise control, This is why I gave you this knife."

The god of death has his own shallow sword, nourishing the sword with his own spiritual power for many years, thus forming a unique Zanpakuto.

Then, after passing through Yuejian's hands, what kind of sword will this sword form.

Is it as beautiful as me?

Not knowing that the sword that finally hatched was not Daopo but Fusangshen Aizen was looking forward to it at this time.

The so-called control is water grinding kung fu. According to the plan that Lan Ransang made for him, at the beginning, it is best to carry a knife at all times to inject all the spiritual power out of his control.

Anyway, when the control power is not enough, the power that can really enter the knife will not be too much, so don't worry about it being damaged because of it.

After a long time, when the control power is sufficient, it will naturally be able to control the degree of injection power.

"Persist in maintaining the knife with spiritual power, maybe there will be surprises!"

What does Aizen-san mean by this sentence, Tsukimi touched the crimped Hasebe lying on his knee and couldn't help but fell into thought.

"Zhaoqiao-san?"

Halfway through speaking, Yukimura Seiichi stopped when he realized that the listeners were distracted, and reminded him aloud.

"Ah, sorry, I was distracted."

Tsukimi, who suddenly came to his senses, apologized to Yukimura Seiichi, who had a beautiful face, short iris-blue hair, and was wearing a tennis tracksuit.

Yukimura Seiichi shook his head, looking at the green room, his expression was very quiet and gentle.

"Actually, this system is already very comprehensive, and you don't need to write down too many things. If you find something like illness, I'm not a professional, and I can't help you much."

"That also requires me to know what the signs of illness are, doesn't it?"

Tsukimi reached out and poured a cup of tea for the pretty boy opposite.

"I'm sorry, there's only black tea here, so I'll let you make do with it." It's still Aizen-san's stock here.

Looking at the face in front of him as usual in memory, Yukimura said with emotion: "No. However, Teruhashi-san is still as polite as when he was a child!"

Just like a young master who pays attention to etiquette, people don't dare to get close without knowing it.

"It's just the proper etiquette for hospitality, Yukimura-san is the one who tolerated my rudeness."

After chatting awkwardly for a few words, the two couldn't help falling into silence.

half an hour.

"puff……"

"Cough cough..."

Tsukimi and Yukimura burst out laughing at the same time.

Yukimura Seiichi put his fist to his lips, trying not to look so rude.

"Is this the so-called commercial courtesy? The world of adults is really scary."

Tsukimi, who was also smiling, deliberately retorted solemnly.

"No, trust me, social rhetoric is more boring than you think."

As he spoke, he also performed a live performance of 'Hello, your wife is so beautiful. ''No, no, not as good as your wife this time. ''...this is my daughter. '

The vivid tone of voice made Yukimura Seiichi laugh while holding the table, trembling with joy.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked, "Is there really such a person in the social arena?"

"Trust me, every year. Except, this one is a whole new level of stupidity."

Tsukimi, who was standing with Akashi and Atobe at that time, just witnessed the embarrassing scene with a complicated expression, "It was a banquet to celebrate that daughter becoming the heir of the family."

Yukimura Seiichi was stunned with tears in his eyes: "..."

After a while, he silently closed his mouth.

"I thought it was just a social joke, is it real?"

He was so stupid that he couldn't bear to continue laughing.

"I was standing by the side at the time, wishing I didn't wear my ears."

Seeing Yuejian's unbearable expression, Yukimura snorted and couldn't help laughing again.Laughing, thinking of something and a little worried.

"The other party knows you heard it, will you be careful?"

That was already a scandal.

Yue Jian waved his hand, indicating that it's okay.

"There were so many people there at the time, he couldn't offend him and didn't talk about it, and he wouldn't care about children."

The point is, I dare not.

Atobe, Akashi, and Usami, none of them tolerate his provocation.

"However, I never saw the person who said the wrong thing again at such a social banquet."

Yukimura: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Tsukimi, trying to remember if he had seen this face before, saw the young man opposite him showing a look of unbearable expression, and hurriedly spoke to comfort him.

"Really, maybe the other party is just not invited anymore, or maybe he just went abroad and left this circle, so don't worry too much."

The head of the Rikkai Tennis Department, Seiichi Yukimura, who is known as the Son of God, is essentially a good boy with a gentle heart and a little sensitivity.Regarding Yuejian's explanation, he hit the nail on the head.

"It's not about worrying about strangers. It's just that neither of these two situations is a good thing?"

It's really not good, Yuejian nodded in agreement, and then asked a meaningful question.

"How do you know that the other party didn't mean it?"

This is also a situation that he felt more likely when he talked about it with Zhengjiang and Xiaojing later.

As for the motive, it is nothing more than being really stupid, or deliberately acting stupid for taking advantage of it.They were not interested in investigating, and after chatting, they just treated it as a joke and let it go.Because in either case, the other party will not have the opportunity to appear in front of them.

Yukimura Seiichi, who was quick-witted and penetrating, couldn't help but fell silent.

Then, he sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"This is probably a world that I don't want to set foot in for the rest of my life."

It's not unexpected, it's just that Yukimura Seiichi, who lives in a relatively simple life circle, didn't think in that direction for a while, and he didn't want to think too badly of others.

"Speaking of this, I remember when I was in elementary school, many girls swore that you were the president's son, a young master!" Yue Jian smiled while holding his chin, "The rumors are outrageous, and some people came to ask I am married to you as a childhood sweetheart."

"My family is just an average middle class, thank you."

Apparently, Seiichi Yukimura was quite used to such rumors, and he clarified them smoothly and officially, without stopping for half a sentence.

"However, what happened in the second half, the childhood sweetheart is married?"

"That's it."

Yuejian compared the relationship between herself and Zhengjiang. Except for the part where both of them are boys, they basically hit everything?

Can't help but ponder.

"Maybe in their cute little heads, as long as the young masters of rich families know each other, and they are either young tame dyed, or unmarried couples, preferably both?"

"That's it!"

Yukimura Seiichi smiled suddenly, and asked curiously in a purely innocent tone.

"Compared to that, I want to know which one of us is the eldest lady in their eyes."

Seeing the moon: "..."

Yukimura: (*￣￣*)

Tsukimi: This must not be the Yukimura Seichi I know.

Without teasing too much, Yukimura naturally pointed to the knife on Tsukimi's knee and changed the subject.

"I remember that you thought there were too many rules and regulations in kendo competitions, so you chose archery in the end? Did you start learning kendo after you transferred to Diguang?"

I have already started to use real knives, and my level should not be low. I have been learning for a while.

His childhood friend Genichiro Sanada still uses a wooden sword until now, and he rarely gets permission from his grandfather to touch a real sword.

"No, it's just this semester."

Tsukimi lightly touched Hasebe on his knee and explained briefly.

"What I learned is not orthodox, it can only be regarded as a practical technique."

Yukimura raised his eyebrows: "What about archery?"

"I've already given up." Yue Jian didn't have much regret in his mouth, but simply stated a fact.

Facing the slightly disapproving and even regretful eyes of the young man across from him, Yue Jian felt warm in his heart and couldn't help explaining.

"Unlike your love for tennis, my motivation for practicing archery was not pure from the beginning. I have persisted for so many years, but because of habit and talent. I was doomed from the beginning to not be able to walk on the professional path. It will be a matter of time before I let go .”

"However, it's too early."

Just like Yukimura Seiichi, he can't say that he will definitely go to the professional net in the future, but at least now he can play tennis to his heart's content and compete for victory.For him, tennis has become a part of his life.

Even if he does not go professional in the future, he will not give up this sport.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly mentioned someone.

"Didn't it mean that most people in the circle of rich people know each other? You should know Keigo Atobe of Ice Emperor."

The other party is also a person who has a family business to inherit, isn't he also playing tennis happily now?

Understanding Yukimura Seiichi's unspoken reassurance, Tsukimi smiled.

"Talk about Xiao Jing, I knew him when we were in England!"

Holding the cup, the boy with long silver hair down his back explained sincerely.

"I understand what you mean. In fact, last year, the training in archery was already half-finished. Originally, I wanted to wait for it to officially end after graduating from junior high school. It will be two years earlier, although I didn't expect it. , but not suddenly."

Among them, Brother Zhen contributed most of his strength to this decision, but saying this would really make the other party think that he was 'coerced' by his elders.

"If I really like something, believe me, I will never waver."

Therefore, archery is just an end for him, far from giving up.

Facing Tsukimi's firm but not regretful eyes, Yukimura Seiichi sighed: "I understand."

The two chatted about their respective lives for a while, as if Yue Jian knew it. While he knew each other, the other party obviously knew the honors he had won in the past two years.

"Speaking of which, we can be good friends at all?"

I don't understand this weird situation right now, they clearly care about each other, why have they been alienated for no reason until now?

Speaking of this, big black lilies bloomed behind Yukimura Seiichi, and the smile on his face was even more beautiful and dangerous.

"Probably I received an insincere box of imported chocolates from someone in the mail!"

At that time, Teruhashi Tsukimi had just transferred to Minami Shonan Elementary School in Kanagawa, and it was the first time that Yukimura Seichi, who met him, took the initiative to make a friend.

how to say?To express Xiaojingshi's simple and straightforward thoughts at the time, it is just looking at the face that I feel that I will be able to talk to the other party.

Facts have proved that the two parties who had a few brief contacts really got along quite well.Although the sports and hobbies they are good at are different, both of them like reading books and don't like making noise.

At that time, they even made regular book friends.They will recommend books that they think are good to each other. If there are books that are hard to buy in the market, Yue Jian will also lend them to each other.

Until Xiaojingshi felt that the relationship between the two could go further, he used the time of the home economics class to give his first cookie creation to Teruhashi Tsukimi, and in the end he returned a box that was the same as all the others. The same premium chocolate.

At that time, Xiao Jingichi was furious and viciously ate the box of chocolates overnight, so frightened that the Yukimura couple thought that their son had received some kind of stimulation, so they didn't dare to speak loudly for half a month.

Thinking about it later, maybe it was the wrong time for me to deliver the biscuits, because the behavior of stuffing the other party's drawer directly because of embarrassment may also be misleading.This time, since the other party took the initiative to call, he followed suit.

If this continues, this friendship that began in childhood and has not even had time to develop will really end without a problem.Yukimura Seichi thought so.

"……chocolate?"

Seeing the sincere blankness on the other party's face, Yukimura Seiichi knew that there was indeed a misunderstanding.However, this does not prevent him from taking advantage of it.

"No.14 in March every year, chocolate for White Day, don't you know?"

Yue Jian shook her head very sincerely.

Yukimura's face turned gloomy, and he said quietly: "So, you didn't even send that box of chocolates by yourself?"

"No, wait."

I couldn't understand it at all, and was inexplicably guilty by the accusing eyes of the other party.Yue Jian quickly interrupted the other party's words and asked back in surprise.

"I never received chocolates on Valentine's Day, how could I return a gift on White Day..."

Yukimura Seiichi raised his eyebrows, watching the other party suddenly become thoughtful from a blank defense.

"It's no wonder that at that time, girls always popped up and said, 'Thank you Zhaoqiao for the chocolate', and then turned around and ran away. I thought they were embarrassed to tell Brother Xin directly and let me pass it on."

Zhaoqiaoxin is also a few grades older than Yuejian, and they are in the same elementary school, so it is normal for Yuejian to misunderstand.

"What kind of misunderstanding do you have about yourself, thinking that you have never received chocolate?"

Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help but ask back.

"Because Zhengjiang said it would be troublesome to collect a lot of gifts on Valentine's Day, so every year I ask for leave to accompany him..."

Needless to say, Yukimura also understood what happened.

"That bamboo horse of yours is really scheming!"

"..."

It's really Zhengjiang's style. Although Yuejian was a little surprised, she couldn't be said to be angry.At any rate, I helped him return the gift properly, but I didn't find out that there was also his own reason.

No, isn't the point why Yukimura gave him a gift on Valentine's Day?

"It's just making biscuits with extra hands after giving them to friends. I didn't pay attention to the time. I stuffed them in your drawer after the end of work on No. 13 in February."

Yukimura Seiichi turned his head, refusing to recall that he once stuffed a card in that bag, 'Let's be good friends! ' note.

Thinking about it now, fortunately, Zhaoqiao, who never participated in department work and returned home early, didn't notice.Otherwise, this is simply a lifetime of black history.

"...Anyway, I'm sorry."

"...It's okay, it's all over."

"...I will definitely not send chocolates next year."

"...Please let this stalk go, thank you."

The two equally beautiful teenagers who had been missed due to misunderstanding finally smiled at each other, and the atmosphere became more relaxed and casual.

"By the way, have you read any interesting books this year?"

"Yes. One of the main candidates in the tennis club is working hard to win over a classmate. He amlied a book of reasoning that is said to be written by a genius middle school student. I don't know if you have listened..."

"Wait." Yuejian suddenly interrupted the other party's words, and said very seriously, "I think I still have something to say..."

Seiichi Yukimura, who was cut off, narrowed his eyes slightly. Hearing what he said, a guess flashed into his mind like lightning.

"You can't be the author Liushenyue!"

"..."

Yue Jian: "I think I can still struggle a little bit."

Yukimura pretended to sneer, and reached out his hand unceremoniously: "Don't struggle, hurry up and hand in the signature book and the surroundings. Remember to sign a few more copies, and I will use them for use."

Like kidnapping a loyal fan or something.

With a playful salute, Yue Jian smiled and promised.

"Guaranteed to see them on your table as soon as you get home!"