Chapter 18
Third person perspective.
After a few peaceful days, Fuyuki took a quick stroll around Yokohama and became quite familiar with the area.
What she recognized most were those five towering buildings, which could be seen from afar and entered her field of vision so frequently that it was impossible not to recognize them.
These past few days, Tsurumaru Kuninaga has mostly been acting alone, and he often disappears after breakfast. However, when it gets dark, Fuyuki can always see the katana reverting to its original form inside the house.
Fuyuki silently placed the short sword in his hand and the waiting katana together, closed his eyes, and opened them again; it was a new day.
Without the fright caused by Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and with Gokotai and Fuyuki not being talkative by nature, these past few days have been relatively peaceful.
It's another morning. After finishing breakfast, the same scene that has been playing out every day for the past few days begins.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga waved vigorously, looking very energetic: "See you tonight, I hope today is full of surprises too."
"Okay." Dongshu nodded seriously with a straight face, "But there's no need to be frightened."
She enjoyed her peaceful mission life, though she knew that the peace was only temporary since the mission wasn't over yet.
Watching Tsurumaru Kuninaga's figure quickly disappear, she wondered what he was busy with, but as long as it didn't affect the mission, she didn't want to think about it too much.
After Tsurumaru Kuninaga left, Fuyuki took a walk by the river, with Gokotai walking beside her.
Fuyuki skipped and hopped around. The world was boring, but she would create her own entertainment. Holding Gokotai's hand, she was in a good mood.
The river wasn't wide, and the water was exceptionally clear. I didn't see any fish or other creatures, but I could clearly see the stones on the riverbed, perhaps because the water wasn't deep.
Fuyuki began to walk slowly, gently swaying the hand of Gokotai. The little tigers played and frolicked around them energetically, occasionally bumping into the two of them.
At this moment, Dongshu's wandering thoughts were temporarily pulled back. Finding that nothing was wrong, he continued to drift off into thought.
Walking along the river is very peaceful; the air feels fresher, and the clear river makes me feel better too.
Suddenly, the faintly visible paper gradually solidified before my eyes, marked with an arrow pointing diagonally in front of the winter tree.
This prompt from the world helps the young Saniwa to notice Dazai Osamu's danger in time.
The paper that appeared last time was like that. After all, Fuyuki wouldn't be checking on the target's situation every moment. Not to mention whether she herself could handle it, knowing a boy's every move every moment was not something she wanted to do.
Fuyuki: That's perverted.
The first time I discovered Dazai Osamu's danger was because I happened to land nearby. During the teleportation, I lost control, and the scattered spiritual energy unknowingly detected the information. Such a coincidence will probably only happen once.
Thus, the understanding world bestowed several gifts upon the Saniwa. Although these gifts were only effective within this world, they were still heartwarming. Fuyuki called them world buffs.
Paper prompts are one of them.
It hadn't appeared for several days. The sudden appearance of the paper startled Dongshu slightly. The paper in front of her was scattered as she moved, turning into scraps of paper and disappearing into the air.
—
In the clear river, a boy dressed in black lay face down in the water, completely still, with only bubbles occasionally rising from the surface of the water around his head.
His oversized black coat, soaked with water, looked unusually heavy, pressing down on Dazai Osamu's body.
Dongshu pulled Wuhu back into the water, which was not deep, only reaching her calves.
Fuyuki's strength wasn't great, but with the help of spiritual power, it was enough for him and the tsukumogami to pull Dazai Osamu away from the not-so-wide water surface.
The little tigers also stepped into the water, nuzzling against Dazai Osamu's body, providing support for the Saniwa's actions.
Upon reaching the roadside, Fuyuki released his grip, his spiritual power gently catching Dazai Osamu, cushioning his fall and allowing the boy's face to make peaceful contact with the pebbly ground.
With her hands on her knees and her body leaning slightly forward, Dongshu tilted her head and asked, "Tui, how did he manage to get so wet?"
Dazai Osamu's eyes were tightly closed, and his slightly long, wet black hair was disheveled and hung on his face. He was soaked to the bone, and not a single part of his body was dry. Even the big movement of Fuyuki pulling him up seemed unable to wake him up.
"Maybe he rolled over by himself... um," he said, becoming somewhat flustered, his golden eyes revealing anxiety.
His words abruptly stopped, his golden pupils contracted and then recovered, and the familiar pat on his head calmed him down. Before him stood his owner with a warm smile, her eyes filled with purity, which calmed his restless heart.
He was clearly so cowardly, unable to do even the smallest things well, and prone to tears; among his brothers, he seemed so ordinary.
When did it start? Even someone as insignificant as him could receive his owner's care.
—
The sun was shining brightly, and the weather in the citadel was perfect. Gokotai, a member of the expeditionary force, returned from his mission and encountered the Saniwa sitting by the corridor.
The Saniwa held the still-steaming teacup, squinted her eyes, and took small sips, looking content, with a faint aroma of tea filling the air.
That teacup was the one he picked out when he went to the general store with Ichigo Ni.
He was hesitant for a long time, wondering if it was right to buy a teacup for a little girl, but with Ichigiri's encouraging gaze, he bought it and personally gave it to its owner.
"For me?!"
She seemed quite surprised, as she wasn't very well-known at the time.
“…Hmm.” Little Dagger’s ears turned red silently as he responded.
"Thank you for the refund! I love it!"
He would always remember the way his master held the cup with both hands, his dark eyes sparkling.
As if possessed, he stepped forward.
"Owner."
"I'm back...! Please pat my head...!" The timid little knife's eyes were full of expectation, and only one thought remained in his mind.
He wanted his master's touch.
And, I love my owner the most.
—
Putting her sudden question aside, Fuyuki took Kotaro's hand and left the little river that had led her to her current job.
I don't feel like coming here for a while now (annoying).
"Ah..." The boy, whose body was wrapped in bandages, got up from the ground. He glanced in the direction the two had left, rubbing his face which was a little sore from being poked by pebbles, and muttered, "What a child who doesn't know how to cherish things."
He sighed.
His iris-colored eyes, which were visible only in one, were calm and dim. He tugged at his somewhat heavy black coat and said, "However, this is quite interesting."
After this incident, Fuyuki noticed that paper appeared more frequently.
Rivers, trees, rooftops, even amidst gunfire... both Fuyuki and Gokotai have become extremely skilled at it.
This is really unnecessary skill.
At night, Dongshu lay wearily in bed, gazing at the moon outside the window. The moon was bright and clear, spotless; tonight was a full moon night.
"well......"
Give me a raise!
[Author's Note]
Poor little winter tree, exhausted
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