Sawada Tsunayoshi originally thought he wouldn't be able to sleep.
He even thought about grabbing Ryomen Sukuna if he really couldn't do it, and whispered in his ear, "Ryomen Sukuna, are you asleep? I can't sleep."
However, his vision was blocked by the broad palm, and his body was firmly controlled by the other three hands belonging to Ryomen Sukuna, almost like being embedded in the other's body.
This posture has a strange ambiguity, but when I think about the fact that the two people (judging from Ryomen Sukuna's warm palms, they should still be human at this time) were once a more intimate half, this posture seems to become natural and reasonable.
The almost holographic memory allowed Sawada Tsunayoshi to clearly feel the warmth of the man who was holding him. Compared to ordinary people, Ryomen Sukuna's body temperature was much higher, which was just enough to counteract the coldness of the mountain night.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt his body unconsciously shrinking towards Ryoumen Sukuna, and an indescribably familiar smell spread through his nose, and he unconsciously felt relieved. He opened his eyes again, and the east was already bright.
There was a rustling sound from the side of the bed. He rolled over in the bed wrapped in the quilt and turned to the other side, where he saw a naked figure from behind.
The Godfather sat up suddenly.
The other party noticed his action, turned his head slightly, and a dangerous light flashed in his red eyes.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned for a moment before he realized where and when he was.
He touched his nose awkwardly.
"Good morning?"
The voice of the brown-haired young man came from behind.
Ryomen Sukuna paused in putting on his clothes and looked back at the guy behind him.
The guy who usually couldn't get up at this time of day was now staring at him.
Look stupid.
Sometimes Ryoumen Sukuna would wonder why he had such a half body... It was fine that the personality and inner qualities did not satisfy him, but even the appearance after being separated was so stupid that it would be a disgrace to him to tell others that it was the half of his master Sukuna.
But there is nothing that can be done about it. Even the mother who gave birth to the child cannot deny the bond between the two children. And over the years, the two have gradually become accustomed to each other's existence.
Now this is not something I am used to.
But it was he who initially proposed to separate the two people, and it was also he who tried every possible means to find a way to separate them.
But when the other person was separated from his body, he was the first one to feel uncomfortable.
Tsk, trouble.
The King of Curses naturally complained about his own half, and then naturally kept the other party by his side at all times.
After all, this guy is different from him.
Even Ryomen Sukuna had to admit this reluctantly.
When looking for a body for the other party, the guy who has always been good at taking care of himself started to be picky.
In the end, he had to seek the help of the mountain god with great effort. The god gave him the name "Sawada Tsunayoshi" and connected him to this world, which allowed him to have a physical form.
But he is not human.
Although Ryomen Sukuna is called a demon, except for his somewhat strange appearance and body shape, he is still a human being.
But not Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Thinking of this, the red eyes of the King of Curses darkened.
He casually pulled at his clothes - but it didn't move. He turned around and found that Sawada Tsunayoshi had sat on him without him noticing.
Following the other person's line of sight, he saw something that was probably clothing, and felt extremely embarrassed: ...
"cough."
He clenched his fist and coughed. Before he could pull out the clothes and hand them to Ryomen Sukuna, the other party had already withdrawn his gaze and walked out with his upper body naked, casually picking up a piece of clothing from the chair.
There is no doubt that Ryomen Sukuna has an excellent figure.
His muscles are well-proportioned and thick, and when he stands up, he brings a sense of security as strong as a mountain - although the name "Ryomen Sukuna" has nothing to do with words like "sense of security".
Following Ryomen Sukuna, Sawada Tsunayoshi also got up slowly. After folding the quilt, he wrapped the other person's clothes and found that it was a woman's kimono... Oh, because four hands have nowhere to put in ordinary clothes, so when the mother was still alive, they wore women's kimonos with wide cuffs - he peeked out.
I didn't see Ryomen Sukuna, but I saw a little ghost with short white hair.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned for a moment and called out tentatively.
"Rime?"
The other party raised his head very happily.
"Are you calling me, Master Tsunayoshi?"
——It’s actually true.
With mixed feelings, Tsunayoshi Sawada followed the other person into the dining room.
Ryomen Sukuna had already sat down at the table and was eating without any hesitation.
Hearing the sound, the other party raised his head and glanced at them indifferently.
Sawada Tsunayoshi found that Ryoumen Sukuna was being particularly...well-behaved at this moment.
It is a bit strange to put this word together with Ryomen Sukuna, but perhaps it was because of some kind of filter in this memory that Sawada Tsunayoshi used this word naturally.
He held his chin and observed as he continued to use one hand to hold clothes and the other three hands to hold different foods or dishes. His eating posture could be described as rough, but it felt like it should be that way.
The last person Sawada Tsunayoshi had seen who was so rude and self-centered during a meal was called "Xanxus", the boss of a terrifying assassination unit. Probably because of his childhood experiences, Xanxus, who had jumped from the slums to become the son of the leader of the largest mafia in Italy, the Vongola, did not cater to those noble and upper-class customs, but instead maintained his original appearance and grew up wantonly under the protection of the Vongola.
For some reason, Sawada Tsunayoshi had no desire to eat. He sat opposite Ryomen Sukuna, holding his chin with one hand, watching the other's behavior, which was self-willed, rude, yet seemed to have its own "elegant" system. Finally, he regretfully concluded that his "childhood" plan to change Ryomen Sukuna's behavioral habits had probably failed.
But it doesn't matter.
The Godfather thought bitterly in his heart, this is exactly what Sukuna is like...haha.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the two Sukuna here.
At this time, Ryomen Sukuna has become much more mature than the one I "saw" before.
His body is no longer the short and stocky figure that always looks like a baby even when he looks gloomy. The cute baby fat that was originally fed by his mother after giving birth has disappeared from his face, and his overall temperament has become much more mature.
A subtle feeling of an old father's "my son has grown up" arose in Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart.
Almost at the moment when his expression changed, the man opposite him paused his eating and looked up at him.
Ai?
Sawada Tsunayoshi slowly sat up straight, looking at the other person obediently, and did not relax until Ryomen Sukuna withdrew his gaze.
He remembered that when the two of them were still in the same body, they had a very good understanding of each other. It could be said that they had telepathic induction that allowed them to communicate with each other without even needing to connect antennas.
Although the two people seem to be separated now, this thing that can be called telepathic induction does not seem to have disappeared.
Thinking of this, he knew that the other party probably felt his old father's mentality just now, and Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but stiffen for a moment.
He turned his head awkwardly and coughed. Just then, Li Mei brought the food, so he buried his head and started eating as if nothing had happened.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi still felt a little confused.
He looked down at his right hand holding the spoon, slowly scooped a spoonful of rice porridge into his mouth, feeling the warm food melting in his mouth, as if his whole body was warmed up.
But this is a very strange thing.
Sawada Tsunayoshi thought.
After all, logically speaking, these are just fragments of his "memories".
The so-called memories are a review of what happened in the past - however, from the very beginning, he found that his flexibility in "memories" seemed to be a little too high.
Moreover, this degree of freedom is not static. Sawada Tsunayoshi still remembers that at the beginning he could only stay in Ryomen Sukuna's body and watch, but now he is almost 100% involved in the "memories", which is a bit too weird.
When he was bored and had such thoughts, a soft laugh came into his mind.
This laughter was very close to him, as if it came from inside his mind - oh no, there was no need to use "as if", in fact it might be possible.
Having said that, Sawada Tsunayoshi had some guesses in his mind.
For example, this is not a so-called "memory", but a "memory" created by someone in order to restore his original memory.
But this is nothing more than a guess, and we have to go to the other party to get the answer.
But after realizing this, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but relax a lot, and even Ryoumen Sukuna, who found that his mood had suddenly changed after finishing his meal, showed a strange expression.
Is this that?
The King of Curses, who has been exposed to human knowledge recently, thought idly that a man's heart is like a needle in the sea.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: A-choo!
Unaware that his heart had become a needle in the sea, Tsunayoshi Sawada freely explored this "memory".
To be honest, although he was later called the "King of Curses" and was indeed cruel and unreasonable when treating other people, it is obvious that Sawada Tsunayoshi was not included in the scope of Ryomen Sukuna's "others".
After all, they are each other's halves, a relationship that is closer than that of brothers. If it weren't for an idea that some guy himself didn't know where it came from, it would inevitably entangle them for a lifetime.
So it's always special.
Time in "memories" always passes faster than usual.
In just the blink of an eye, Sawada Tsunayoshi had already spent more than a month in the mountains with Ryomen Sukuna.
The daily life of the King of Curses is almost the same as before: fight, rest, fight, rest. Because he is almost merciless and the final result is either death or injury, the name of the King of Curses has not faded with this kind of retirement life, but has become more and more intense.
Feeling the energy supporting the memories fading, Sawada Tsunayoshi picked a day, bought new kimonos for the three people, and blended into the crowd during the summer festival with his half-body kimono.
The crude magic was enough to make ordinary people ignore the differences between them. Because the "half body" was right beside them, the Godfather was particularly relaxed. He gave everyone an apple candy and asked them to wear a wooden mask hand-carved by the owner of a roadside stall.
There are no fireworks displays in this era, but the festival is still very lively.
During the festival, the lanterns that were rarely lit in every household were hung in large numbers on the streets. Amid the lush lights, the figure of the young man wearing a dark and colorful mask seemed to sway.
Ryomen Sukuna put all four of his hands in his sleeves and watched the kid's play with a cold expression.
Finally, the other person came in front of him, lifted a corner of the mask, revealing a white chin and red lips.
"Do you know?" he asked. The red and black ink on the wooden mask tried to simulate gods and demons. Suddenly, Ryoumen Sukuna felt a scene flash through his mind.
Sawada Tsuneyoshi's voice echoed in his ears, and he stepped forward with a smile that he was very familiar with, and asked.
Ryomen Sukuna recalled that when the other person fell, the half body that he thought would be entangled with him forever disappeared in front of him. Because it was not a human but a gift from the mountain god, not even the final form was left, only dots of golden and red light.
"Do you know?" He continued to ask, touching the edge of the Curse King's bottom line, but his expression made Ryoumen Sukuna feel a kind of innocence, "How 'I' died."
Ryomen Sukuna lowered his head and looked at the mask, his Adam's apple rolling.
The bustling summer festival dissipated behind him, returning to its most authentic, dark appearance.
The King of Curses, who was sitting on the pile of corpses, opened his eyes, resting his chin with one hand, looking tired and indifferent.
"You died because of me."
——He said so.
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