[Touken Ranbu] Asahi

Qianyu suddenly found that a lot of accumulated experience was useless.It was then, and it is now.

When Yingwan was unsealed, this cognition became even more profound.

——Five Tigers' head-touch killing is not suitable for all knives.

"If you touch me again, my height will shrink!"

Originally, he patted the other person's head because he wanted to actively express his kindness, but in the end he was scolded fiercely.

Being stared at by the other party, Qianyu couldn't control herself and burst into tears.

When Qianyu cried like this, it frightened Yingwan.

The originally annoyed expression condensed into bewilderment, which looked a little funny.

Under the gaze of the song fairy Kanesada who said "you can take care of what you caused yourself", Yingwan had no choice but to bite the bullet and coax the master who was about the same height as him.

——He doesn't even know about this god judge at all, okay?

"Don't cry... At worst, let you touch it enough!"

After all, it is a big sword that has lived for hundreds of years, and Hotaru was still a little embarrassed when he said that.

However, Qianyu didn't pay attention to him, she just sobbed to herself.

He thought she loved touching! (ノへ￣,)

"How about going to Wanwu to buy sugar!?"

Taking the initiative to touch the head didn't work, so Hotaru had to change his strategy.

But the judge is still weeping.

"Don't cry... oh, let me turn you into a firefly, okay?"

Hotaru had no choice but to say such self-destructive words.

But the moment he said it, he regretted it.And when the judge finally stopped crying and raised his face, this regret even reached its peak.

"..." You continue to cry, okay? QAQ

Of course, Hotaru just wanted to think about it.If the judge really wanted to continue crying, it was him who had a headache.

Once a man speaks, it is hard to follow.He pulled out the big sword quite tragically, and when he was about to draw a knife on his arm, he heard the belated reply from the judge.

"Now, go to Wanwu?"

Qian Yu carefully stretched her sleeve under the paper and wiped her eyes, then asked with a sob.

——It’s like hearing the sounds of nature.

"Go, go now!"

"I'll buy you as much food and drink as you want!"

Hotaru proudly hooked Qianyu's shoulder, and walked outside with her arms around her familiarly.He conveniently pushed Utasen Kanesada aside who was in the way.

"Get out of the way, out of the way~ open the way!"

Kasen Kanesada who was easily pushed aside: "..."

Qian Yu, who was taken away unsuspectingly: "..."

In the end, Hotaru's size had the upper hand, and Qian Yu, who had adapted to the contact with the short knife, did not show much in the end.

It just so happened that Rantoshiro was also shopping, so the three of them hit the road in such a lively manner.

Utasen Kanesada watched them go, feeling very accomplished about the months of psychotherapy.

Just thinking about where the money got when Hotaru was just awakened, Kasen Kanesada subconsciously touched his pocket, and then his whole face turned livid.

——His salary for this month is all in it! Damn it!

*****

Wan Wu and his party spent all the money in the purse.

Bought sweets and treats for all the knives and some new tea and dumplings for the rest.

Except for Kasen Kanesada, everyone seemed happy.

"The general's hair is long."

"what……"

When Ranto Shiro spoke like this, Asama was a little dazed.

She looked in the mirror beside her, and as expected, she found that her hair was shoulder-length.

It grows so fast...

"General, let's tie our hair!"

Ranto Shiro said enthusiastically as if impromptu, but behind his back was holding the hair accessories he had just quietly bought at Wanwuzi.

It seems that it has been premeditated for a long time.

"Promise me~ Promise me~"

"The general's~first time~is~my~'s~"

—and even sang.

Asahi is actually less resistant to the touch of swords now, so when Ranto Shiro suggested this, she didn't object.

Rantoshiro's appearance reminded Asama of her sister.

Because her own hair is brown and curly, she has been envious of Asahi's smooth black hair since she was a child, and every time she plays house, she has to comb her hair and braid it.

My sister who has tried many hairstyles said that Asagi looks best when she wears her hair, it is so natural and beautiful.

——But to put it bluntly, most of them still can't bear to look directly at their poor craftsmanship.

At that time, Asahi had almost never cut her hair, and if it was completely down, it could hang down to her calves.

My sister likes to comb Qianyu's hair.She said it was smooth and cool to the touch, like fine silk.

Therefore, every time Qianyu went to Honmaru to find her sister, she would inevitably receive a baptism from the wooden comb.

From the top of the head, all the way to the end of the hair...

elder sister……

Asahi has often thought of her sister recently.

She remembers her publicity and self-confidence, her tone of voice when she speaks, her hobbies and habits, but not her voice and appearance.

Those were erased together with the memory of the previous Honmaru.

Asahi had forgotten her sister's face, but that was okay.

They look alike.

The neighbors and aunts said so, and so did the teachers at school.Even the swords in the Honmaru said so... So, just look in the mirror and you will know.

But since the memory was shallowly sealed, Qianyu never took the spirit paper off her forehead.

"Pang Dang Dang Dang ~ Dressed up~ How does the general feel~"

Carefully helped Qianyu to straighten the broken hair that was not tied up, and randomly held the mirror in front of Qianyu and asked for praise.

"very nice."

Asahi gave an appropriate smile.

"Ha, that's great! When the general grows his hair longer, I'll comb his hair every day~"

"..."

Qianyu grabbed her hair and her hands froze for a moment, she didn't know how to answer the conversation.

——She didn't plan to keep it long.

Asahi used to have very long hair, but that was just the past.

After her sister passed away, Asatama, who took over Honmaru, was not having a good time.

Those swords also carried on her sister's habit of treating her - they would smile at her, and they would especially cherish her long hair that could be spread all over the floor when she sat down.

They comb her long hair every day, even if she loses one.

Morbidly cherished.

While caring for her physically with a gentle voice, at the same time, he poked her to the point of being riddled with holes in his mind recklessly.

It's all superficial and scary.

——He was obviously smiling, but his eyes were terribly cold.

Qianyu couldn't bear to be shivering every morning when her long hair was combed by cold hands, and she couldn't bear to be dried little by little by morbid love every night.

All the warmth and memories left by my sister have turned into terrible torture.

So at that time, Qianyu, who has always been well-behaved and even weak, suddenly twisted off her long hair, right?

It was the most terrifying conflict Qianyu had ever faced.

The always smiling sword finally tore off the gentle disguise and became completely unfamiliar, with terrifying eyes and a face that looked like a ghost against the candlelight.

So far, hell itself has been presented in front of Qianyu with undisguised truth.

——Or, worse.

"general?"

Having not received an answer for a long time, Ranto Shiro asked a little strangely.

This made Qianyu's thoughts break free from the nightmare.

"……what."

Qianyu uttered a meaningless syllable.

She shook her head to drive away those bad memories.

"Okay, then stay and watch."

Qianyu tried her best to behave normally.

She hid her clenched hands in her sleeves and tried to smile.

try it out...

Past experience doesn't apply any more, does it?

Everything has changed.

Right?