Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Sister and Brother (Main text...

Like a long black snake, the deep nightmare that was tightly entangled in the limbs slowly faded away during this night, and the feeling of weightlessness of falling towards the bottom of the invisible abyss also slowly dissipated.

The evil cause that had troubled Minamoto Higekiri's sleep for a long time seemed to be brushed away at this moment. His slightly wrinkled brows slowly relaxed, and lying quietly in the bedding, Minamoto Higekiri also showed a rare sense of being well-behaved and weak.

What was different from before was that a katana was quietly placed next to Minamoto Higekiri's pillow, closest to her cheek.

Invisible spiritual power slowly flowed out from the blade, silently wrapping around Gen Higekiri and circulating around her body.

However, the other party who was awakened by being caught in a nightmare was still awake.

He sat up and glanced sideways at Minamoto no Higekiri who had finally fallen asleep beside him. After a long moment, Higekiri nodded with satisfaction: It seems that using his real body as a way to get rid of nightmares is still useful.

Seeing that the other person finally fell asleep, Higekiri slowly lay down, rubbed his cheek against the soft pillow, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

A rare dreamless night.

After getting enough sleep, Minahigekiri woke up early the next day.

When she sat up and was about to pick up her coat and put it on, her hand accidentally touched a cold object.

Following the touch in his hand, Minamoto Higekiri looked down and found that it was a katana that looked all too familiar.

The expression on his face suddenly became a little complicated, and Minamoto Higekiri's usually calm and cold mood was slightly rippled, just like the calm surface of a lake being stirred by a breeze.

"Your true form."

Reaching out and holding the katana in his palm, Minamoto Higekiri walked out from behind the screen and saw the culprit who had placed the katana next to his pillow without his permission, lying lazily under the quilt with one hand supporting his cheek, looking at him.

It was not known whether he was pretending to be stupid or really had not woken up yet, but Higekiri half-closed his eyes, his face full of confusion and ignorance, and his golden cat eyes were clear and pure.

"Ai?"

She murmured a questioning tone and tilted her head, then blinked slowly. Her gaze moved from Minamoto Higekiri's face to the katana in her hand, and then back to Minamoto Higekiri's face.

"It's my real body. What happened?"

Minamoto Higekiri was silent for a moment, looking at the Tsukumogami who was pretending to be stupid in front of him. He tightened his hand holding the katana slightly, then looked up and a soft and harmless smile appeared on his face.

"No, not really."

Gently tapping the scabbard of the katana with his fingertips, Minamoto Higekiri lowered his voice and said, "I just suddenly realized that this katana is quite beautiful."

Higekiri was stunned as he didn't expect the other party to say that, and a blank expression appeared on his face, making him look even more harmless and... cute.

Seeing Higekiri like this, Minamoto Higekiri suppressed the urge to pinch the other's alopecia.

“It’s really beautiful.”

Trying his best to look serious, Minamoto Higekiri nodded and said, "I've decided to put my katana away when I get home. I won't donate it anymore and will just place it next to my pillow."

"After all, it makes people happy just looking at it."

Higekiri, still stuck in the sage time of waking up, lost in thought: ...

Wait, no, according to the script, after you've praised my true self, shouldn't you also praise me? At the very least, you should say something that seems sarcastic but actually compliments me, right?

Why did the conversation suddenly change to praising her katana?

Higekiri, who felt subtly aggrieved, did not say anything, nor did he respond to Minamoto Higekiri's words. He just sat up silently, turned around silently, and faced Minamoto Higekiri with his back.

Looking at the suddenly childish Minamoto no Higekiri:???

Not sure what the other party was doing, Minamoto Higekiri also fell silent, and stood there quietly watching Higekiri's next performance.

Higekiri, who hadn't heard a question from Minamoto no Higekiri for a long time, couldn't hold it in for long. He turned his head and looked at Minamoto no Higekiri with an accusing face: "How dare you look at me like that?"

He raised his eyebrows, looked at Higekiri carefully for a moment, and found that this guy was really temporarily out of intelligence. Then, Minamoto Higekiri leaned to the side with his arms folded, staring at Higekiri as if watching a show, and signaled him with his eyes to continue and not stop.

Higekiri, feeling even more aggrieved: ...

"Bastard."

After a long time, Higekiri managed to utter two words.

Minamoto Higekiri’s smile suddenly froze:???

Meow meow meow?

What are you talking about, little cookie? What did I do wrong? Did I do wrong to you?

Bah, that’s not right, don’t slander me, I have never been a scumbag, don’t wrongly accuse a good person!

"You don't even give me a compliment?!"

As he said this, Higekiri's tone rose slightly, and a hint of disbelief and accusation appeared on his face: "You've gone too far!"

Minamoto Higekiri, who covered his mouth and tried so hard to hold back his laughter that he almost died: Phew!

Hahaha, Higekiri, you have come to this day too!

Do you ever feel like this?

Where's my phone? Where's my phone? Hurry up and record this! It'll be hard to capture this guy's dirty work once he wakes up! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Don't miss this opportunity!

His whole body was shaking slightly because he was trying to hold back his laughter. Minamoto Higekiri took a deep breath, and after finally suppressing his smile, he moved closer to Higekiri, then reached out and touched his head seriously.

"Be good, call me sister. I will praise you if you call me sister."

With his fingertips pinching the other person's ahoge, Minamoto Higekiri was half-bent over and very close to him, so he could even see the other person's trembling eyelashes and the haze in his eyes that had not yet dissipated.

"Um……?"

Higekiri blinked, then smiled slowly and held out his hand: "Okay..."

Alarm bells rang in his head, and Minamoto Higekiri, who realized something was wrong, was suddenly pulled and fell on top of the other person before he could react.

"You are very brave."

He stared at the person who was lying in his arms with a half-smile on his face. There was no trace of ignorance on Higekire's face. His canine teeth were faintly visible as he spoke, and there was a hint of danger in his tone.

Minamoto Higekiri: ...Shit!

Shameless Lao Dao, he was actually acting before!

Rolling his eyes silently, Minamoto Higekiri said expressionlessly, "I've always been very courageous. Didn't you already know that?"

Higekiri recalls what he had done in the past: ...There is no way to refute this statement.

"Oh, I can be even bolder. Would you like to try?"

Seeing the other party being choked, Minamoto Higekiri seized the initiative in the conversation. He said this, then not only stopped resisting, but even stepped forward and pressed Higekiri under him, then moved closer -

"Chiu"

Mustache:? ! ! !

Pupil earthquakejpg.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was stunned, Minamoto Higekiri broke free and looked down at the stunned Higekiri, shaking his head and sighing: "As expected of me, my skin is just great."

Reaching out and touching his face, Genhigekiri subconsciously wanted to look in the mirror.

"Every time I see you, I love myself a little more. I'm so beautiful!"

Higekiri touched his cheek: ...

I felt my heart skip a beat just now, but it was definitely an illusion.

Well, an illusion.

Minamoto no Higekiri, who had been praising himself again, finally remembered Higekiri. He lowered his head, looked at him compassionately and said, "Come on, come on, while I'm in a good mood and have a beautiful woman to tease, if you have any requests, just tell me."

Hearing this, Higekiri hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously, "Any request is acceptable?"

Minamoto Higekiri nodded nonchalantly: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, right, right now, hurry up."

The corners of his lips curled up, Higekiri's eyes dropped slightly, and then he said seriously: "Knee pillow!"

My younger brother Maru had a knee pillow yesterday, so why can’t he?

"By the way, I want a knee pillow for my thighs!"

Raising his hand like an elementary school student, Higekiri added without blinking with a very serious expression and tone.

His heart skipped a beat, and Minamoto Higekiri, feeling that the posture was too intimate, fell silent.

"Oh? Could it be that Master Minamoto-Hikikiri is planning to default on his debt?"

Higekiri's lazy voice came over, and his words were full of obvious and deliberate sarcasm.

"You want a lap pillow."

Having adjusted his mood, Minamoto Higekiri smiled, then knelt down beside him, patted his thigh with one hand, and beckoned towards Higekiri with the other: "Come here."

Having achieved his goal of getting the upper hand, Higekiri decided to quit while he was ahead. He walked over obediently and prepared to lie down.

The next second, Minamoto no Higekiri smiled and pressed Higekiri's face with one hand, knocking his head against the floor. The sound of the back of his head hitting the floor was extremely loud.

"Dream on, dreams can hold anything!"

"I'm a decent woman, I won't let anyone just lie on my lap!"

And don't think that she doesn't know what this guy is planning. He probably still remembers that she teased him at the beginning and plans to tease him back this time.

Miss Minahigekiri, feeling she had seen through the truth, clapped her hands, put her hands on her hips, and chuckled, "Look at the time, get up."

After saying this, Minamoto no Higekiri turned and left, leaving Higekiri lying on the ground pitifully, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Ah...what a pity."

After a long moment, Xiqie suddenly let out an inexplicable sigh: "It was so close...why didn't it work?"

Minamoto no Higekiri, who was supposed to leave, poked his head out of the door, then smiled and threw the bedding he was about to hang out to dry at Higekiri's face.

Passing by Minamoto Higekiri, Smiley Aoe watched as her futon was snatched away: ...

I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have passed by your Genji stable just because I wanted to eat some melons.

But what's going on? I'm so grumpy so early in the morning.

Quietly raising his eyes to look inside the house, Smiley Aoue felt as if he had suddenly realized something when he saw Higekiri lying on the floor with disheveled clothes.

"Hmm...did you scare the little girl?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Higekiri-dono, you can't be too reckless, okay?"

After confirming that Minamoto no Higekiri had truly left, Smiley Aoe walked in, squatted beside Higekiri, and said in a blunt tone, "Take my advice, girls are very thin-skinned, you have to take it slow."

He paused in his attempt to tidy up the bedding, turned his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh?"

Smiling Qingjiang, completely unaware of the danger, said: "Do you think my reputation as Honmaru Kuroe is in vain?"

"Listen to me, girls like gentleness..."

Pulling the other person's collar with one hand, Higekiri smiled and said word by word: "It was you who spread the rumors before, right? Let's go to the hand room and talk."

"Oh, by the way, I think Mikazuki is also very interested in this matter."

Smiling Qingjiang:? ?!

Wait, I’m not, I didn’t, I’m a good boy from Honmaru, how could I do something bad?

Just when Smiley Aoue was enduring the double beating from the old sword of Heian-kyo, Minamoto no Higekiri received a piece of news that her way home had been repaired.

*8,000 words of additional extra chapter - Gift to the God Judge

[Not related to the main text of this unit, the original manuscript is the full text of this book]

(1) First Fruition

You were an unpopular child, and you knew this from a very young age.

Your peers always tease you on purpose, pulling your ponytail, lifting your skirt, or yelling at you, "You are a wild child your parents picked up."

As a child, you were terrified by the malice that came without any reason, and you didn't know how to deal with it.

At first, when you came home crying, your mother touched your head and comforted you softly, and you were able to calm down.

However, when it happens too many times, when you try to argue with them and awkwardly say "I'm not", facing their laughter, you feel like you are slowly losing your language function and don't know how to speak or how to start.

Obviously you did nothing wrong.

There is always one person in every group of children who is hated and excluded by everyone. It’s just that you don’t know it at that time, and you don’t understand why you are the only one being treated like this by them.

Therefore, you who are eager to play with others spend most of your time staying in a quiet and secluded corner, watching them smile and play with a little envy, suppressing the urge to go forward.

"I'll just watch and see."

At first, your idea is very simple. If you can't play it yourself, then just watch it and think of it as participating.

Looking at others, you imagine enjoying the warm feeling of the sun shining on your body, imagine the feeling of inserting your fingers into the soil and casually pinching the mud house, imagine the feeling of laughing loudly and running.

The little beast in my heart seemed to be full, licking its paws contentedly, relying on the smell and imagination to fill its stomach.

However, even if you just watch them, they will still come over and do all kinds of unfriendly things to you.

"Tsk, you're so weird."

This is the comment they make loudly while deliberately walking up to you and pretending to be casual.

After saying this, the boy looked at you with malice on his face and continued, "We will never be friends with a freak."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other children started laughing and cheering loudly.

You don’t understand why this is happening, and you still stay in the corner, looking up at them with a sense of bewilderment and grievance, trying to refute them in a low voice: “I’m not…”

But your voice is too soft.

No one heard you, no one came to help you, and every child present was malicious towards you.

It’s like a black, rotten seed has fallen into your heart. Even though it’s already rotten, it’s trying to take root in your heart.

Every rebuttal you make is an attempt to pick up this seed and throw it out of your heart, but when you open your mouth, all you get in response is the innocent ridicule of a child.

Maybe... there's something different? A little girl walks towards you and takes your hand.

"Shall we be friends?"

"Can I...can I?"

Your voice was soft and trembling slightly, but this was the first time you heard someone say to you that they wanted to be friends with you.

At this moment, you don’t know that there is a little firefly light in your eyes, fragile and bright.

"Of course," the little girl said, and nodded.

You hold the other person's hand and think you have caught a ray of light.

When you are with your good friend, you always seem a little too timid and overly nice to her, as if you want to hold your heart in front of her and let her know that you really, really cherish this friend.

However, one day, you heard Na's good friend say to the kids who bullied you, "Hey, we agreed on it. I was just pretending to play with her and teasing her."

Well, playing around.

With your head lowered, you said nothing, just turned and walked away silently.

In fact, you had vaguely felt her distant and teasing attitude towards you before, but you always thought, "Maybe it's an illusion?"

As long as the truth is not revealed, you would rather be deceived.

But now, you can't pretend anymore.

The group of kids stand in front of you with a smug look on their faces, loudly talking about their plans and then laughing at your stupidity.

You didn't say anything, just lowered your head and walked back to your home amid their mockery.

Your throat hurts a little, you look at your mother, reach up to hug her and cry, but when you see her busy in the kitchen, you suddenly shut your mouth.

At this time, the faint fluorescence in your eyes begins to dissipate and finally disappears completely.

You obediently returned to the room, closed the door, sat on the ground leaning against the door, hugged your knees, buried your head in your arms, and cried quietly and suppressedly.

I don’t know, I don’t understand, and I can’t figure it out.

You think you never want to make friends again. Being alone is actually quite good.

The little beast in my heart licked its wounds, then continued to lie on the ground, allowing the overgrown weeds to crawl over its body and cover it.

Eventually, the rotten seeds took root in the field and began to absorb nutrients. Slowly, the rotten shell began to fall off, and the rotten seeds would only produce rotten plants.

Even if the plant might have originally produced beautiful flowers.

(2) Seedlings

You met your Mr. Tsukumogami on a very ordinary afternoon.

At that time, you were in elementary school. You still didn't fit in in the class and no one would talk to you. The kids who lived in the same area with you would always tell others "Don't get close to that freak" and then deliberately make weird laughs at you.

Just like that, slowly, you become like non-existent in the class and are ignored by everyone.

Blinking your eyes, you vaguely felt some sadness and pain, but you still just hid in your room after school and whispered to yourself, "It's okay, it's good to be alone."

You thought so, ignoring your slightly moist eyes.

Then, you met your Mr. Fusangshen.

"You seem a little unhappy?"

This is a male voice that is completely different from your usual weak voice, revealing a cheerful mood.

You subconsciously look in the direction where the sound comes from.

On the windowsill of the wide-open window in front of you, someone so beautiful that you don’t know how to describe him is looking at you with a smile, supporting his chin with one hand.

There are too few words in your mind, so you can only keep repeating "beautiful". Beautiful eyes, beautiful eyebrows, even the other person's hair is beautiful to you.

Behind him, the setting sun of midsummer gradually shone through the crowns of the lush trees outside the window, sprinkling strands of light on his body, making him look like he was about to disappear in the sunlight at any time, just like the setting sun.

"that……"

You belatedly remembered that this good-looking man was talking to you just now. Under his gentle gaze, your face inexplicably turned red, and you stammered, "It's dangerous there..."

The other person was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect you to say this, and then laughed.

This smile makes the other person seem more alive and more human. But at that time you didn't know anything, you just instinctively felt that the other person's smile made you blush.

But this feeling is not unpleasant.

This laughter is different from the laughter that children make when they face you.

"Okay, since the little girl said so, I will listen to her."

As he spoke, he jumped from the windowsill into your room like a light cloud.

"Oh? The little girl seems a little unhappy?"

It seemed that the distance was too close, and the other person saw the faint traces of tears in the corners of your eyes. He couldn't help but frowned, bent down and moved closer, then stretched out his finger and gently touched the corners of your eyes.

"I heard that after doing this action, happiness will be passed on to the little girl, and sadness will be driven away~"

You stood there completely stunned, your mind going blank. It was the first time you were treated so intimately by someone, the first time you felt someone's kindness towards you, and your first reaction was to take a step back in fear.

You squatted down, covering your head, and slowly, in a low, trembling voice, said: "I, I'm not sad... I'm not sad at all..."

You keep repeating, "I'm not sad" as if trying to convince yourself, but your trembling voice and suppressed sobs make you seem unconvincing at all.

"What a stubborn child."

He concluded, ruffling your hair gently.

Hiding in your own little arms, you are like an ostrich, expecting the other person to leave because of your posture and rejection, just like countless children since childhood, staying away from you.

But the other party didn't.

You heard the other person say that, then he held you in his arms and said to you, "It's okay, after all, I am your Fusangshen, um, someone who belongs only to you..."

After a pause, and a serious reflection on the children's books of this world, the other party smiled and said, "Your fairy godmother."

At that moment, you seemed to hear a sound. Then you slowly looked up and saw your fairy godmother, your Mr. Tsukumogami, reaching out to you with a smile so gentle it brought tears to your eyes.

This is your fairy godmother, a soft white cloud that floats down from the window and lands beside you in the afternoon, a cloud you will never forget in your life.

The seemingly normal plant in the soil shifted, pushing up the surrounding dirt and exposing its rotten roots. Then, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and golden sand flowed over the rotten parts. Then, as the sunlight passed through, the roots recovered.

The tightly bound little beast opened its eyes weakly. Someone dispelled the darkness before its eyes, pulled out the weeds rooted in its body, and carefully held its scarred claws in someone's hands.

(3) Growth

Ever since you met your Mr. Tsukumogami, your life seems to be no different from usual. You still have to run around between various cram schools and still have endless homework.

However, every day, when you wake up, there will be a small gift from Mr. Fusangshen on the windowsill in front of your desk.

Perhaps it's a bouquet of unknown flowers; perhaps a postcard with a child's doodle; perhaps a piece of candy, or perhaps a small, exquisite handmade hairpin never seen before on the market...

Every day, when you open your eyes, you can't help but wonder what Mr. Tsukumogami will bring you today.

When you see these little gifts, you will hide them secretly, keep them carefully, and then at some point pretend that you brought them home to dispel your parents' suspicions.

You carefully placed the bouquet of flowers in the pen holder, carefully kept the postcards, and wore the beautiful hairpins in your hair.

When Mr. Tsukumogami, who was lazily lying on the tree, saw you, his eyes fell on the hairpin in your hair and he smiled at you. Then, on the way to school, gusts of wind carrying the fragrance of hibiscus flowers would pass by your nose.

Then, another flower will fall on your cheek.

The soft petals gently rubbed your cheek. You blinked and turned your head, and sure enough, you saw the Tsukumogami smiling at you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand in the tree above your head.

"Have a nice day, my little girl."

Mr. Fusangshen mouthed something to you wordlessly, then waved his hand and disappeared into the treetops.

The little gift in the morning, the essential greeting every day, the soft flowers, the mysterious Mr. Tsukumogami. These are like the stories you read in the fairy tale book when you were a child, all happening to you.

This seems to have become a little secret buried deep in your hearts between you and Mr. Tsukumogami, which will not be known to outsiders. It is a little secret between reading and the two of you.

Looking at the soft flowers in your hands, at this moment, you feel like a little princess, being carefully held in the palm of your Tsukumogami's hand like a treasure.

"Thanks……"

A sweet joy fills your chest, and you feel that you are still loved.

In addition to loneliness, the world before our eyes also contains miraculous encounters and companionships that are so warm and beautiful that they make you cry.

Because of these, you start to try to do things that you never would before. You start to try to step out of the castle you built for yourself again. You start to muster up the courage to talk to your peers around you. You gradually start to like to laugh.

The soft clouds bring you a tenderness you have never experienced before. Just like in a fairy tale, the clouds carry you away from the castle and take you to see the sunshine, the morning dew, the rainbow, and the valley full of flowers.

It was a view you had never seen before when you were trapped in the castle, and it was also your sweetest dream.

(4) Maturity

Your age is slowly increasing and your height is increasing.

You are like a seedling that has accumulated enough nutrients and begins to grow wildly after a spring rain.

Every day, when you wake up, you will hear the admiration of people around you. Everyone says that you are "changing day by day", "growing taller every day", "growing up and becoming more and more beautiful".

You don’t care about these things in your heart, but you still put on a well-behaved smile and nodded shyly.

What makes you happier than all this is when, at the appointed time, your fairy godmother, your Mr. Tsukumogami, arrives and places a new little gift in your palm, gently rubs the top of your head, and says to you with a smile, "The little girl has grown up."

You didn't say anything, but just quietly clenched your palm to hold the small gift the other person gave you, and then you couldn't help but blush, even your earlobes turned red.

You lowered your head and said nothing, but at the same time quietly reached out and held the corner of Mr. Tsukumogami's clothes, expressing your closeness to him with your actions.

Every time this happened, Mr. Fusangshen would laugh softly and say in a gentle voice: "The little girl has grown up, but why is she still the same as when she was little, and still so good at acting like a spoiled child?"

You hummed, still refusing to answer.

Only you know that you answered the other person's question in your heart.

"Because it's you. In front of you, I am just myself, the little girl who always depends on you and always wants to act coquettishly to you."

(5) Flowering

Time passes really fast.

Before you know it, you are already in junior high school.

With one hand on his chin, he looked at the blackboard boredly, and began to spin the pen unconsciously in his hand, but his thoughts went to the Tsukumogami who was confused by the flower you gave him and the words "the blade is more beautiful than the flower" this morning.

Thinking of the other person's dazed expression at that time, you couldn't help but laugh.

Noticing your smile, your deskmate poked your arm with a pen, then leaned over and asked mysteriously in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

This is the first friend you make. It's also your best friend.

You and her can talk about almost anything, and your relationship is so good that you two can even stay overnight at each other's houses.

Now, you look into her curious eyes and can't help but reveal your deepest little secret: "I thought of my fairy godmother."

As you might expect, the other person has a "are you kidding me" look on his face.

You coughed and gestured for her to talk after school.

After finally making it to the end of school, the two of you were walking on the street. You excitedly held her hand and told her in detail the whole process of your encounter with Mr. Tsukumogami.

You are filled with joy, your heart is filled with complete happiness, and your face is filled with the most sincere smile.

You were so immersed in this joy that you didn't notice the unnatural smile and worried look on your good friend's face.

What you didn't know was that Mr. Tsukumogami, who was hiding in the tree canopy, looked at you and sighed.

When you got home, you said you wanted your friend to come and meet your Mr. Tsukumogami, and you wanted him to meet the person you loved most and were closest to.

Your good friend agreed, and then, the facts made you feel a little confused.

Your Mr. Tsukumogami was standing right in front of you, and you threw yourself into his arms as usual, holding his hand and smiling at him, then told him what you wanted and asked him to meet your friend.

Suddenly, you hear your friend say, "There's obviously no one here."

You were a little dazed and turned your head to look at her, thinking that she was joking with you. However, you only saw confusion, worry and... a little fear on her face.

At that moment, it was as if you suddenly lost the ability to speak. You opened your mouth in vain, but no sound came out.

You hear her say, "Gods, ghosts, fairy godmothers... they're all fake. Fairy tales are all lies. You're just lost in your own world."

Seeing that you still wanted to prove something, your friend opened the door and went to find your parents.

Then, your family completely panicked.

They took you to the hospital, and countless people told you that "Tsukumogami never existed."

You're just stuck in your own imagination.

You remained silent, just looking at the place not far away where your Mr. Fusangshen was smiling at you.

Finally, facing your silent resistance, everyone finally made a judgment about you - "You are sick."

Just like a powerful judge passing sentence to a criminal, everyone looks at you and says, "You are sick."

The little animal that had finally caught a piece of cloud whimpered a little, hid in the corner, endured the gazes from all directions, and couldn't help shivering.

The little beast clenched its claws in vain, trying to grab a piece of cloud that belonged to it. It tried desperately to hold on as if it was dying, but it could only watch the cloud disappear.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, you looked at your Mr. Tsukumogami and, under his gaze, knocked on the door. Through the door, you said to your parents who had been worried about you, "I was just teasing you."

You hear yourself saying, "I know all about these things. Tsukumogami and fairy godmothers are fake. I never believed in them."

You looked at the Tsukumogami squatting in front of you, smiling and stroking the top of your head. You hugged your knees and curled up in the corner, letting the tears fall, but you kept saying, "It's fake, I have never seen them."

On this day, you killed yourself.

(6) Results

People say that time heals all wounds.

This seems to be true.

Having graduated from university and started working for three years, you have now become a social elite.

You can chat and laugh with your colleagues and boss, and you can also joke with your classmates; you are a well-behaved and obedient daughter in the eyes of your parents, and you are an excellent "other people's child" in the eyes of your neighbors.

The past about you being "crazy" has now become a cloud of smoke. When someone brings it up again, your parents and you will joke, "We were young at the time and just wanted to make a joke, but we didn't expect the misunderstanding to become so big."

No matter how you look at it now, you are a person who has been in society for many years and is a very qualified adult.

However, whenever you finish a day's work and sit alone in your study with a cup of tea in your hand, you will see your Mr. Tsukumogami standing quietly beside you, staring at you silently.

But you still act ignorant.

Because it's all fake.

You tell yourself this in your heart and then believe the answer.

The psychological suggestion you have been receiving all along has also taken effect, and you really think that it is just an illusion.

Until one day, when you were moving, you accidentally fell off the ladder while packing your old things.

Your Mr. Fusangshen stood behind you, holding you in his arms and carefully placing you on the ground. He then reached out to rub your forehead like he did when you were little, and said in that gentle tone that seemed to never change, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

However, his outstretched hand paused.

You looked at him and suddenly burst into tears.

You know, you can't deceive yourself anymore, you know, you have never lied, your Mr. Tsukumogami is real, and your fairy godmother is always by your side.

You reached out your hands tremblingly, wanting to hug him like you did when you were little.

Noticing your intention, your Mr. Tsukumogami smiled and extended his hand to you.

Your two fingers are about to touch each other, and then you see that your Mr. Tsukumogami is becoming as illusory as bubbles and is slowly disappearing.

"don't want……"

A suppressed voice sounded, and you were a little scared, and you reached out to grab him.

Fingers passed through the air, and Mr. Fusangshen smiled as before. He looked at the tears on your face, and stretched out his hand, but it just passed through the air in vain.

"Don't cry."

He said: "I am just a long dream in your life, little girl, don't cry."

At this moment, Mr. Fusangshen seemed to have opened his mouth and was chattering to you.

"Don't eat spicy food if you're not feeling well..."

"Don't drink cold drinks during this special period..."

"When you go out, you always have to check if you forgot to bring anything. You always have to ask me to secretly put keys or other things next to you..."

"If you can't drink, you have to learn to say no. Your health is the most important thing..."

"Don't stay up late or read with strong lights on. It's bad for your eyes..."

He seemed to say a lot, but until the end, when he disappeared, he just looked at you with a smile, and then said: "Little girl, don't cry, it will hurt me."

You can no longer control yourself and fall to the ground, your forehead touching the ground. You are suppressed to the extreme and want to scream, but no sound comes out.

Tears fell to the floor, but there was no sound.

You know, at this moment, you have completely grown up, you have completely killed your past, and killed Mr. Fusangshen who belongs to you.

There was once a young child who stumbled along the road of growth, and there was once a Tsukumogami who always stayed by her side.

When the young child successfully grew up, put on the crown of an adult, and sat on the thorny throne, the Tsukumogami who once accompanied her buried herself.

(Extra)

In fact, Fusangshen has always known that he cannot accompany his Shinsengumi forever.

The so-called eternity is nothing but a lie.

But so what?

Looking at the palm of his hand, Fusangshen chuckled: That is his Shinsengumi, the most important existence in his life.

He must make up for the regrets of what he had missed in the past in this life.

Even if he is like a moth to a flame, he will stay by his Shinsengumi's side.

Therefore, even though he knew what the final result would be, Fusangshen still chose to stay by the side of the reincarnated Shinsengumi.

There was just a change of plan.

Originally, he had only planned to watch from afar, to see her grow up, and then to protect her silently. But when he saw the loneliness on his own Shinsengumi's face, and saw the light disappear from his eyes, Tsukumogami could no longer bear it.

So, on that day, Tsukumogami chose to appear beside her, using a clumsy fairy tale as an excuse.

But the result is good after all.

Looking at the smile on the Shinsengumi's face, Tsukumogami couldn't help but smile: At least, she is smiling now.

She is very happy now.

That's enough.

Time passed slowly. When the Shinsengumi began to come into contact with society and began to understand that the so-called fairy tales were all fictional, Tsukumogami had already felt that the world he created for the Shinsengumi was collapsing.

The rainbow that once existed began to disappear; the valley that was once full of flowers now has withered vegetation; the bright sunshine is now blocked by dark clouds.

This is still unavoidable, Fusangshen knows it very well.

But so what?

Looking at his somewhat transparent palm, Fusangshen smiled and murmured just like when he made this decision: At least, he can still accompany me now.

But the time we spend together is still short.

When that friend revealed the so-called truth, when the Shinsengumi's parents took her to the hospital, when those so-called doctors made a cold judgment, and when his own Shinsengumi was locked in the house, the smile on Fusangshen's face disappeared for the first time.

For the first time, Fusangshen had the idea of ​​taking his Shinsengumi away with him.

But it doesn't work.

Letting go of the hand holding the real body at the waist, Fusangshen silently hinted to the Shinsengumi - this was all a dream.

When the Shinsengumi finally said those words, Tsukumogami closed his eyes, his heart filled with melancholy.

This is the best option.

That's what Fusangshen thinks.

Until the end.

The girl will eventually grow up, be crowned king, and leave him.

Young children will grow up, and at that time, the tsukumogami will disappear.

This was something he had known for a long time.

It would just be better if he could spend a little longer with his little girl.

Fusangshen closed his eyes and thought so.

He has not yet seen his little girl put on her wedding dress, nor has he seen his little girl walk through life's journey.

Unable to see it with his own eyes, he is still...

A little worried.

He was worried that his little girl would be bullied, and worried that his little girl would hide in a corner and cry where no one was.

(postscript)

Recently a game called "Touken Ranbu" has appeared on the market.

You heard the name of this obscure little game somewhere and downloaded it.

"What? It's obviously boring."

Looking at the PPT-style battle scene on the screen, you yawned out of boredom.

"Aruji, I will always be with you."

Suddenly, a message came from your phone, startling you and making you lose your sleepiness instantly.

"Strange...did I hear it wrong just now?"

You checked your phone over and over again, but didn't find anything unusual. You finally attributed the words to hallucination.

"But, after taking a closer look, it doesn't seem that bad."

Looking at the smile on Fusangshen's lips on the screen, you felt a little blush for some reason, and then coughed uncomfortably: "Forget it, I'm bored anyway, let's just play it."

Then, you never uninstalled the game again.

On the screen, Mr. Tsukumogami's smile became even brighter, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"Hello again, little girl."

"I will stay with you this time."

Until the end of my life.

The author has something to say:

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This chapter's extra chapter is a thought that came to Dove late at night, while she was deeply depressed by online music. What if Daodao and the others' encounters with the aunts weren't accidental? What if Daodao and the aunts' sadness were all seen by them?

Then, I just couldn't help but write it like crazy. I originally planned to make it a sequel to the full book, but because of my own suicidal thoughts, I only posted this chapter. I hope more of you will see it (hence the full 8,000 words, I am full of sincerity!)

Regarding why not just writing the name of the Tsukumogami and using the second person...

First, I feel that no matter which Daodao, they will treat the aunt in this way, they are all very gentle (although Shabao may be more straight), second, the names are not written, each aunt can freely believe it, and the little cuties can put themselves in the shoes of others. Finally, the second person is to increase the sense of substitution of the little cuties. The purpose is that I hope that after watching this extra, the little cuties will like the Daodao a little more (super quietly)

[You actually swallowed my words just now! ]

Hhh, although Pigeon keeps saying she wants to live in the second dimension forever and marry a paper man husband, she actually knows deep down that being separated by a dimensional wall is really...

After all, I am not a child anymore. I can no longer believe that there are really Shugo Chara in this world (revealing my age), I will not transform into Sailor Moon, and I will not have my own Digimon (suddenly depressed for a moment)

But in the novel, just treat it as a perfect ending for yourself. Isn't writing a novel about fulfilling your dreams? hhh~

This chapter is a two-part extra chapter. If it causes any trouble to the little cuties, I will stand there and take any complaints (Stand at attention, head up, chest out jpg.)

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I will be in V tomorrow, I hope you guys will support me (thump, kneel down, hips up or 2)

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Hahaha, the main text will return to reality in the next chapter, when the sister cuts the brother Maru at home to show up~

Oh, and remember that ex-boyfriend Hijiki mentioned? Let's get started!

Click to see the poor substitute, Brother Hige, tearing apart the president, Sister Hige, and Bai Yueguang, kicking the vicious brother-in-law, and successfully becoming the president's wife (bushi)!

(Enchanting lying jpg.)

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My lesbian friend Qingqing's new pit is open, guaranteed! If she makes a pit, I will help the little cuties to urge her (hands on hips)

Title: I'm Really Smell Good After Being Forced to Be a Sea Queen

After sleeping for a thousand years, the Tsukumogami of [Seven Days of Sakura] was born into the world.

The government of time was not a human being. It sold Sakura Nanabi, who could not summon the spirit, to several judges (yuan).

Forced to become the King of the Sea, Sakura Nanaji initially refused.

She was unyielding: I, Sakura Nana, would rather starve to death, die outside, or jump off the Mafia building at the port than become Aquaman!

Until later,

Sucker No. 1·A Gravity User: Here’s the black card, use it as you like!

Sucker No. 2: A certain Fuximi: Buy any beautiful clothes you want!

Sucker No. 3·A certain Hualili: Mineral pigments, use them as you like!

And the unlucky No. 456...

Sakura Seven Days: So fragrant!

All the Aruki are talented and speak nicely. I really like being the King of the Sea!

Comprehensive: Wenye/Prince of Tennis/K/Jujutsu Kaisen

Thanks! The cute little Edge Shadow and the cute Little Night Song for the landmine! Thanks to the cute Little Fallen Flower for feeding the nutrient solution! (I'm afraid that I won't be able to express my gratitude in one click, so I'll write it here manually first)