Chapter 8 Namimori Daily Life (Part 8)

“Kufufufu, I am Rokudo Mukuro, I come from hell.”

The boy with heterochromatic eyes wore a small braid and smiled elegantly and alluringly.

The fairy's dreams are limitless, and sometimes small animals will accidentally enter her dreams, which she calls a special adventure.

When Rokudo Mukuro came in, she simply waved to him in a friendly manner, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Perhaps it was expected.

She introduced herself like Rokudo Mukuro: "I am Yokawa Rei, from Yomotsu Hirasaka."

When it comes to the underworld, no one knows it better than her. That's her home.

The spirit that illuminates the Sanzu River.

That's the origin of her name.

Yaochuan Ling's name is not like a human name, which has a surname and a given name; her name is more like that of a yokai (supernatural being).

Hearing Yokawa Rei's answer, Rokudo Mukuro smiled even more happily.

He let his guard down and sat casually on the grass, his eyes showing a rare ease and gentleness.

His vague suspicions from seeing her during the day were confirmed. She really was the little girl he had met before.

"Little Sunflower, it really is you."

Yaochuan Ling was stunned for a moment.

It had been so long since anyone had called her that that that she almost didn't react.

Yokawa Rei is her full name, but it wasn't the name Izanami gave her. Most of the time, the people of Yomi call her Little Sunflower.

Only people in her world know this name.

—My memories returned to my childhood

At the age of seven, he was implanted with the Eye of Six Paths of Reincarnation.

At that time, the power of the Rinnegan was always out of control. The worst time was when he was in a daze and suddenly found himself in Hell.

He hated everything.

The ones who should go to hell are those damned mafia members, why him?

Hatred intensified like oil on a raging fire, and young Rokudo Mukuro covered his stinging eyes, letting out a low growl.

"Calm down, you're not dead yet."

A young elf approached, stood on tiptoe, and patted his head, acting like a little adult.

Sometimes she helps guide lost souls in hell, and she can tell at a glance that they still have the aura of life on them.

Rokudo Mukuro stared at her warily: "Who are you?"

A ghost official who happened to be passing by was extremely busy. Seeing this scene from afar, he called out, "Lord Little Sunflower, please take this child back with you."

Little Sunflower, who had entered her rebellious phase ahead of time, was about to say her full name when she heard this, but she pouted and looked sullen.

"Anyway, you're going back soon, so who I am doesn't matter."

Yao Chuanling stubbornly changed the subject.

“Kufufufu, it’s Master Sunflower.”

The heterochromatic-eyed child, covered in thorns, emphasized the words.

He noticed her unusual ears and subconsciously treated her as a test subject for human experimentation, even developing a subtle feeling of sympathy for her.

Only after realizing that this was not his world, and that there were many other monsters and gods in this world, did Rokudo Mukuro withdraw his pity.

He looked at her with the eyes one would use to look at a faithless man.

Rokudo Mukuro thought that if he had a trident, he would definitely kill her.

Yokawa Reikawa didn't care about his rich inner monologue; she had never encountered such a special situation before and was calling for Izanami.

"You can't eat things from the underworld, or you'll be stuck here."

The elf said seriously, his face tense.

Since he was homeless in this world, she sent him to the Western Lands to keep her childhood friend Sesshomaru company.

Have you given up on me?

Rokudo Mukuro looked around at the various monsters and the magnificent palace, and asked pitifully.

At this time, his illusion magic wasn't that powerful; it could only fool some weak monsters. But this palace was full of experts who could easily kill him.

He needed to seek refuge for himself.

Monsters don't have the virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, especially towards humans.

Yao Chuanling asked in surprise, "How could that be? I'll be here the whole time, so you don't need to worry."

Izanami is still negotiating with other worlds, and Rokudo Mukuro is currently under her control.

Yao Chuanling is a responsible and good child; she would naturally keep her promise to ensure his safety. She hung a pendant inlaid with an indigo gem on Rokudo Mukuro's chest, vowing to come immediately if he were in danger.

It's the pendant that Rokudo Mukuro is taking out right now.

Under the ethereal sunlight of the dream, it reflects a faint, dreamlike glow.

oh……

She remembered.

She was her playmate for a limited period of fifty-six days when she was a child.

Yokawa Rei was a frequent visitor to the Western Kingdom. Sometimes she would spar with Sesshomaru in the palace, while Rokudo Mukuro watched from the sidelines; sometimes she would teach Rokudo Mukuro some basic martial arts, while Sesshomaru would mock her from the sidelines; more often, she would take him along and urge Sesshomaru to go out and play.

Go to the fields, to the mountains and forests, to the lantern festival, to any place you want to go.

The aloof dog demon hates humans and is possessive, while Rokudo Mukuro likes to push his limits and provoke him. The two are always at odds and can easily draw their swords at the slightest disagreement.

But those were precisely the most relaxed and carefree times Rokudo Mukuro spent.

On an ordinary morning, before he could even say goodbye, he was back in the lab in the blink of an eye.

He later used the power of the Rinnegan many times, but he could never go back.

What kind of feelings are you experiencing? Regret? Sadness? Nostalgia? Or resentment?

The fifteen-year-old boy held the pendant, and every time the sunflowers bloomed, he would think of those days that could never be returned to.

Eight years have passed like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, silently stirring up something.

But she doesn't seem to have changed.

Rokudo Mukuro scrutinized his old friend: "Will you stop me?"

He knew that Yao Chuanling was extremely protective of his own. Although he never killed any living beings, he would beat monsters to a pulp.

New friends or old friends, which would you choose?

The boy, who was about to unleash a storm, thought about it with great interest.

Yao Chuanling gleaned even more information from this.

"I will remain neutral, but you cannot die."

She said.

Yokawa Rei declined the Vongola's invitation, but that doesn't mean she'll become their enemy. Just as she told Reborn, if everyone is in the Vongola, then she will always be a friend of the Vongola.

"kufufufu, the answer was exactly what I expected."

She also declined Rokudo Mukuro's invitation.

This was the answer Rokudo Mukuro wanted. As long as he remained neutral, he had eliminated the biggest obstacle in his plan.

“However,” the elf winked and smiled, “I don’t think they will lose to you.”

Rokudo Mukuro finally did what he had wanted to do since he was a child. He pressed his trident against the head of the unruly spirit.

"Don't say such unlucky things."

The boy, who looked like a beautiful woman, squinted and threatened softly.

That's so unfair.

Instead of cheering him on, they cheered him on instead.

Yao Chuanling repeatedly agreed and raised his hands in surrender.

You weren't like this before.

Once the trident was removed from her head, the forgetful elf muttered under her breath.

And so he happily acquired the trident once again.

“Kufufufu, I’ve grown up, but you’re still as childish as ever.”

Yao Chuanling felt the sharp object pressed against her forehead gradually disappear. When she looked up, the figure of her childhood playmate was also slowly fading away.

The boy, whose words were ambiguous in their sincerity, spoke with such earnestness.

Welcome to my world.