Copy: Fuyuki died and was lost. Until one day, she fell onto the snow and was saved from the blade by a red少年.
The scarf was warm, dispelling the cold.
He said to her: "I offer you ...
Chapter 29
Going home
In the spacious port Mafia leader's office, Sen Ou, wearing a red scarf, rested his face on his hand, his cheeks beaming with happiness.
He looked at the two little girls huddled together in front of him and felt so happy he was melting.
This is what the joy of little girls is like~ These lovely little ones, holding cute desserts, even feeding each other—
Alice held the cookie in her hand to Fuyuki's mouth. Fuyuki blinked, opened his mouth without hesitation, and took a bite. He finished the cookie with Alice's hand, then picked up the small cup and took a sip of warm water to relieve the dryness caused by the cookie.
Fuyuki nodded, then nodded affirmatively to Alice, her tone satisfied: "Alice, the cookies are delicious."
Alice took a bite of the cookie in her hand, her words slightly slurred, but her tone carried an undeniable pride: "Of course, I wouldn't lie to you."
Alice's Approved Cookies, you can't go wrong with them.
"Mmm." Fuyuki squinted her eyes happily and slowly sipped the milk tea in her hand.
Enjoying a leisurely and carefree time.
The leader's desk, which should have been filled with various important documents, was instead covered with cute desserts and milk tea that little girls would love.
When Alice made the request, Mori Ougai, as the leader, didn't think there was anything wrong with it. On the contrary, he readily agreed, making this place a successful venue for the little girls' tea party.
Mori Ougai briefly looked away from the two of them and turned to the boy standing to the side.
The boy looked to be only a teenager, dressed in a uniform, with neat, soft black hair framing his face. His purple eyes were fixed on Fuyuki the whole time. Although he was not carrying any weapons, the sharp aura emanating from him was not to be underestimated.
As soon as he looked over, a sharp gaze instantly pierced him warily. Sen Ou smiled at him in a friendly manner, and the boy nodded and looked away.
interesting.
They are highly vigilant and have a keen sense of their surroundings.
After thinking for a moment, Fuyuki named the suddenly appearing boy "Yagen".
Thinking of the names of the other two people in the intelligence he had obtained, Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Gokotai.
Oh my, it's an organization named after swords.
Are the samurai wielding swords protecting only a girl who seems to have no power?
No, that healing ability alone is enough to drive people crazy.
On the surface, he was engrossed in the little girl's affectionate affection, but his mind was racing. A strange light flashed in his purplish-red eyes, which he then concealed well in the next moment.
He smiled and called out, "Alice-chan~ Fuyuki-chan~ How about trying on my new dress? It'll definitely suit you perfectly!"
Alice looked up and sternly refused, "No! I don't want Fuyuki-chan either!"
"No way~ Alice-chan, try them on~" He pulled out two skirts from somewhere, stood up and showed them to the two of them one by one, "Look, the wavy hem of this skirt is like a gentle stream of water, how beautiful it is!"
Mori Ougai leaned closer to Fuyuki: "Fuyuki-chan, why don't you try this...?"
A slender hand came across and separated him from Dongshu.
Yagen Toushirou stared sternly at Mori Ougai: "Chief, please do not get so close to my general."
Sen Ou sensibly raised his hands, a regretful expression on his face: "I understand."
Then he pitifully retreated to Alice's side.
Alice puffed out her cheeks cutely: "Fuyuki-chan, don't mind Rintaro. Don't pay attention to what middle-aged men say. Sweets are justice, and we can't let them down."
Poor Mori Ougai received no comfort from his own supernatural being; he huddled there dejectedly, his gaze still fixed on Fuyuki's surroundings.
At the same time, that sharp and keen gaze did not cease.
"Sweets are justice, I totally agree!" Fuyuki nodded in agreement, reassuringly handing Yagen Toushirou the sweets in her hands, "Yagen, eat."
The little Saniwa sits on a chair where her feet barely touch the ground, raises her hand, and offers you her favorite dessert with expectant eyes...
Would you refuse?
At least Yagen Toushirou wouldn't.
His serious expression softened, and he bowed his head to take the gift, saying, "Thank you, General."
Senou took in the whole scene.
He's a dangerous samurai, but will he develop a gentle side for his master...?
He tilted his head, his black hair partially obscuring his deep eyes.
That's really interesting.
Alice, who was next to him, gave him a symbolic push in disgust, but did not push him away directly as usual.
The wonderful time with his friends passed quickly, and Fuyuki jumped off the chair to say goodbye: "Goodbye, Alice-chan, Uncle Mori."
The girl's black hair was a little messy, but she still exuded a well-behaved aura. She stood there quietly, as if she had blended into her surroundings.
No one could see her, yet the atmosphere of Yokohama, the very essence of the city, enveloped her completely.
Alice hugged her, her golden hair showing reluctance, her beautiful blue eyes gleaming: "Okay, goodbye, Fuyuki-chan."
Mori Ougai also looked regretful: "Goodbye, Fuyuki-chan, Yagen-kun."
Yagen Toushirou nodded in response: "Goodbye."
After the roll call-like goodbye, he immediately followed Fuyuki to the door.
The office door closed slowly behind him, the sound muffled, separating the darkening leader from the oblivious little Saniwa.
Yagen Toushirou glanced sideways as if sensing something, slightly drawing his short sword from his waist. The cold glint of the blade pierced through the crack in the door, nailing itself into Mori Ougai's eyes.
However, his smile deepened.
That threat alone is not enough.
As a slave to the organization... you have to sell everything for profit...
Fuyuki made his way through without any obstacles. Apart from the guards at fixed points, he didn't encounter anyone else. The entire port was unusually peaceful for a Mafia settlement.
Yokohama was peaceful as always. Fuyuki tucked the strands of hair that the sea breeze had blown behind her ear, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, making her soft face even warmer.
"Ding—ding—ding—"
The ringing terminal brought new information.
The task list displays two pieces of information.
Mission Description: Repel the Time Travel Army! Protect the pillars of the world! Protect yourselves!
Coordinates: Wenoyeo World
Time: 1/8 day
Recipient: 197 Honmaru Saniwa [Fuyuki]
Received status: Please complete this step!
Completed!
The light was beautiful but not dazzling, and the golden words were engraved on it, each stroke carrying a sense of solemnity.
Every completed task deserves praise.
Fuyuki watched quietly, then raised her hand and grasped Yagen Toushirou beside her. The tsukumogami's hand had thin calluses, but it didn't feel uncomfortable to the touch; instead, it possessed a powerful beauty.
After the light faded, a rectangular card appeared, with words engraved on the front and a pattern resembling the ground on the back.
The golden lettering shines brightly, signifying the world's complete acceptance.
It includes not only global consciousness, but also belonging to the world.
For a world that is still in its infancy and not yet fully developed, it is not yet able to directly imprint the mark on those who accept it.
With the guidance and support of experienced Yokohama, Fuyuki became acquainted with many pillars of the world, and even in a short time, that was enough.
Because the city has already accepted it.
The city, riddled with holes and having suffered countless hardships, was filled with anticipation when it saw a shooting star flying across the spatial barrier from beyond the world, longing for its arrival.
then.
A flash of golden light revealed her true form.
Identity Card – [The Messenger of Yokohama]
The cards are integrated into the booklet, settling obediently into their home on the last page.
The light from the teleportation array reached its peak, and Fuyuki gripped the hand of the spirit, hearing a reluctant sob in his ear.
He is saying goodbye.
[Author's Note]
[Peeking through face] The groundbreaking ceremony has been completed.