[Comprehensive] Peach blossoms are not cherry blossoms!

"Horikawa~ how is the master??!! Have you seen her??"

As soon as the black-haired boy in a red-backed black-striped tracksuit returned to Honmaru, he was surrounded by short knives eagerly waiting in the courtyard. You and I asked each question about the Lord. The good-tempered young man was quite overwhelmed.

"That, that, I actually haven't seen the Lord." He scratched his head and smiled apologetically at the short knives who were showing disappointment.

He also only learned yesterday from the discussion of the little knives that the huge flower tree on the small slope turned into a girl and appeared in the Honmaru, although the little guys said that the girl seemed to have a bad temper and was very special I hate children, but everyone still hopes that she can stay and become their new master.

"Because, because, my lord is actually very gentle, she saved me who fell from the tree..." Wu Hutui said timidly while hugging the little tiger.

"We in Honmaru can still live together like this now because of her spiritual power supply, although she may not be aware of it." Yaken Fujishiro said calmly while shaking the reagent bottle.

"Master is very cute, especially the way he eats." Candlestick cut took out the dim sum in the pot, carefully arranged the plate, and then handed it to him, "This will trouble you."

Although Horikawa Kunihiro was a little surprised to be suddenly entrusted with the task of delivering snacks to the master, but for him who likes to do housework and take care of others, he is quite happy, but he is a little puzzled, because obviously whether it is The small short knives are still candlestick cuts. Everyone seems to be looking forward to getting close to the Lord, why are they willing to give him this opportunity to do it?

On this point, he has now understood.

The right hand subconsciously held the left arm, and the wound that could not be seen under the cover of the long-sleeved sportswear had been healed by the strange and gentle wind.

It's a pity that I didn't see the Master Lord appear~

He was really looking forward to seeing her with his own eyes!

"Have the dim sum been accepted?" Candlestick cut a glance at his empty hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Next time, let Mr. Yamabagiri go?" Kunihiro Horikawa rolled up his sleeves to help him clean the ingredients for dinner, "He was also injured when he came back from the battle last time. Although he refused to say it all the time, he walked awkwardly. You can't even cover it with a cloth."

"Ah, Yamabuchi..." The young Taidao rubbed his chin and said with some trouble, "How to make that guy willing to help, you need to think about a way."

Thinking of the young man who always likes to hide under the dirty white cloth and hide in the corner, Horikawa Kunihiro, who is full of energy, is a little bit hesitant to make up his mind.

……

"Why are you expecting an imitation like me?" Sure enough, upon hearing the pleas from the daggers, the young man pulled the white cloth forward to cover most of his face with his sword, and squatted on the ground, "If she sees me, I don’t want to stay any longer.”

"Mr. Yamabukiri, please!" Ranto Shiro grabbed his arm and shook it resolutely, "My lord said she doesn't like children, and the only ones who have adult appearance in this pill are you and Mr. Candekiri~~"

"In order to let the lord accept us, you go there once~~"

Yamato Mamoru looked at Yamabugiri who was surrounded by a few short knives and blushed and wanted to disappear in place with a smile, and interjected, "It would be better if Mr. Yamabukiri would remove the white cloth~ After all, Mr. Che's appearance is really beautiful~"

"Don't say I'm beautiful!" The young man who had shrunk into a ball roared reflexively as if he had been poked suddenly, and then shrank back blushing.

"Yamato Mori, is your injury okay?" Kunihiro Horikawa looked at the pale boy who smiled softly and harmlessly.

"I'm fine, this wound is nothing to Okita-kun~" The blue-clothed boy with a fluffy ponytail smiled with crooked eyebrows, raised his arms and waved them with an innocent expression.

"After all, it's all slander, and we still need to pay attention to rest." Token, Horikawa Kunihiro, who was once a member of the Shinsengumi, was still a little worried about them, "There is also California..."

The smile on Yamato Moran's face paused.

"Qingguang's injury makes it difficult to even stand up. It would be great if the lord could stay and be willing to help..." He lowered his eyes, looking frustrated.

After brushing it, under the surprised gazes of the short knives, the young man who had been shrunk in the corner stood up abruptly. He lowered his head and covered his head with a dirty white cloth to cover his expression. He quickly walked over Yamato Mori and Horikawa walked towards the door beside them.

"I go."

Hearing the extremely low voice, Yamato Mori and Horikawa looked at each other and made a V in their hearts.

……

When Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro came to the tree with the food box, he also didn't see any girl's shadow. He looked around, opened the food box, and brought out the dishes inside. Picnic cloth.

Then stood up and waited silently.

After a while, there was no movement, not even a whiff of the wind.

The knife-wielding youth hesitated for a moment, then as if he had thought of something, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed a corner of the white cloth, as if he was having a violent psychological struggle, he clenched his fingers and loosened them again, repeating this After a few times, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and pulled off the white cloth covering the top of his head stiffly, revealing that brilliant blond hair and a trembling dull hair.

He kept his head low, his eyes fixed on the toes of his sneakers, and even so, he could still see his face getting redder and redder.

...it looks like it's going to burn.

Then a thin branch broke into his field of vision.

The brown twigs looked limp, their thin tips stretching out in front of his bent head.

It twisted to the left, then to the right, and it looked like a curious child was peering at him.

Thinking of the short knives in the main pill, I knew that this was probably the monster girl. The young man's body became even more rigid. He stood there motionless, and his whole body was already smoking.

Then, a small green bud popped out of the front end of the thin branch, and the green bud grew into a pink flower bud.

The buds are blooming, and the tender yellow stamens are wrapped in bright petals, tremblingly blooming on the delicate branches.

"who are you?"

The girl's voice came from above the flower, revealing doubts and curiosity, and clearly passed into the ears of the young man who was looking at it in amazement.

"Yamubakiri Kunihiro...is an imitation of Yamabukiri." With a swipe, he lifted the white cloth and covered it over his head, and said in a low voice almost speaking to himself, "...But, I am not What a counterfeit, it is Kunihiro's number one masterpiece!"

Seemingly gaining a great sense of security from the dirty rags, the young man finally calmed down.

The bright red flowers trembled twice, and then the branches began to retract.

——Sure enough, I think there is no need to pay attention to imitations.

Grandma Shan pursed her lips, and her beautiful green eyes dimmed.

Feeling a gust of wind with the fragrance of flowers blowing in front of him, the cloth draped over his body was swaying slightly, he was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and saw the girl in the short red and white kimono who had appeared pretty at some point Standing under the tree, under the big hood, those water-red eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

out, appeared? !

He stared blankly at her with wide eyes, then lowered his head abruptly.

This girl in front of her is their master?

To actually show up in front of his imitation?Horikawa clearly said that he didn't even see her show up.

Tao looked at him with a delicate expression, "Can you take that rag off?"

Shanba was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously pressed the white cloth on his body.

Seeing his nervous look, Tao felt a little unhappy, "Why are you wearing such a dirty cloth on your body? I really don't understand, you are obviously very good-looking~"

"Don't say I'm pretty!" the young man Da Dao subconsciously said loudly.

Tao was taken aback by his reaction, and looked at him with wide eyes inexplicably.

Yamabuchi regretted the words before they were silenced. He hid his face behind the white cloth, and sneaked a glance at the girl's expression, a little flustered.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, why are you so fierce!" Tao flattened her lips and snorted.

Da Dao pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

The atmosphere was very stiff for a while, and the young man who was trying to explain and wanted to find a topic had all kinds of thoughts in his heart, but no matter what he couldn't find anything to say, as time went on, the body of the knife-wielding young man also collapsed. He became more and more stiff, and the panic in his heart, which was inherently socially phobic, intensified. When he was so nervous that his brain was going to strike and he might faint at any time, he heard the voice of the girl in front of him again.

"Hey, are you hurt too?"

Her eyes were on the position of his right leg.

"No, don't worry about me," he subconsciously grasped the edge of the white cloth, lowered his head, and said in a stiff tone, "Anyway, it's just an imitation, so it's fine to look tattered like this."

"..." Tao looked surprised, as if she couldn't understand the brain circuit of Fu Sangshen in front of her.

After a while, she raised her sleeves to cover her face, only showing a pair of water-red eyes, turning back and forth on him a few times, narrowing her eyes and saying, "I won't let you get your wish~"

Yamabachi was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyes, and was immediately thrown into a mess by the oncoming gust of wind and flower petals.

The petals smacked all over his face. He panicked for a moment and didn't hold on tightly. The white cloth on his body was blown away by the strong wind, and his blond hair and that dull hair swayed in the wind.

——When he finally returned to Honmaru with an empty food box, the young man’s expression was numb and sluggish, his hairstyle was wild and uninhibited. The swaying hair on the top of the head still made the other swordsmen in Honmaru couldn't help but take a second look.

The author has something to say: Do you know why Tao is treated differently by others?

PS. "Boss Growth Diary" has added a new episode~

Yesterday I looked through the income records of the background, and the author thought for a long time. You said, if the author sets a small goal and finishes writing this pit before the end of the summer vacation, is it possible?

Hey, speaking of it, every time I call myself the author, the author, I wonder if I can ask the little angel to give me a nickname or something? 【Cover face and shy】

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