Chapter 42
He is a good person.
Kenji Hagiwara quickly noticed that the house next door, which had been listed for sale, had been bought.
About ten days later, a memorial tablet with the words "Youqi" engraved on it was hung at the door.
When he visited with his family, he saw the girl who opened the door. Her dark eyes blinked with a look of doubt, and her black hair fell loosely around her cheeks. She looked very well-behaved.
After the door was fully opened, she seemed to be about to say something, but suddenly ran inside, and a boy took her place.
Golden hair, green eyes, dressed in pajamas, but draped with a somewhat dirty bed sheet.
The girl reappeared, her hair now tied up with a hair tie adorned with blue and white pom-poms.
Was it because you didn't comb your hair properly?
Intuition told Kenji Hagiwara that this wasn't the case.
The girl said her name was Arisu Fuyuki, and the boy was her older brother, named Arisu Yuki.
A brother and sister with black hair and black eyes, and blonde hair and green eyes?
During that visit, Kenji Hagiwara developed a very strange impression of the Arisu family.
When I saw Arisu Fuyuki again, she was walking lively along the roadside, accompanied by a blue-haired young man.
Kenji Hagiwara took the initiative to greet him, and the atmosphere of the conversation was very harmonious.
Then he learned the young man's name: Arisugawa.
He paused slightly, then smiled gently: "Little Winter Tree has two older brothers."
But the little girl shook her head and said seriously, "Brother Yaner, Arisu has many brothers."
Hearing Fuyuki address him as such, Kenji Hagiwara didn't take it seriously, assuming it was just a child who didn't understand the difference between two brothers.
As a result, he saw many of Arisu's older brother.
With a lively personality, he even saw the boy acting coquettishly towards a child, Arisu Kiyomitsu.
Always wearing a gentle smile, yet appearing less like the innocent boy he portrays, is Arisu Yasusada.
The person who startled him upon their first meeting was named Arisu Tsuru.
A pink-haired young man with a melancholic air, Arisu Sozo.
He loved literature, had a refined taste, and was a poetic immortal.
Among them were even some boys who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old.
They are both brothers from the Arisu family. Although they are different and clearly not from the same family (emphasis), they also have things in common.
That was the utmost love and protection he showed to his younger sister, Fuyuki Arisu.
This is a real-life version of the saying, "The CEO has over a dozen sons, and finally welcomes a daughter. Spoil her to the skies!" But he never actually met the "CEO."
Ah, it's all because of those weird ads he saw before. Those strange things should get out of his brain!
Shaking his head, looking at the puzzled look in his childhood friend Matsuda Jinpei's eyes, Hagiwara Kenji scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
However, one has to admit that they are truly a family; otherwise, who would treat each other so intimately?
The look those people sometimes give off unintentionally is not something an ordinary person would have.
Overall, the Arisu family is truly an amazing family.
After saying goodbye to Matsuda Jinpei and heading home, Hagiwara Kenji saw a dark blue-haired young man standing at the door of the house next door. He had a premonition, but still went over to ask him.
He glanced at the note beside him: "Who are you?"
The young man, dressed in a very simple shirt, trousers, and jacket, yet exuding elegance and composure in every movement, paused.
Then she looked at him gently and introduced herself naturally: "I am Arisu Mitsuaki, Fuyuki's older brother."
As expected, Kenji Hagiwara still couldn't help but mentally complain.
Another older brother!
Doesn't this family have any older sisters?!
Ah, no, it should be, how did Arisu's parents manage to do that...?
The boy was puzzled.
"I'm Kenji Hagiwara, we're neighbors." Kenji Hagiwara, who has always had excellent social skills, wasn't affected by a little teasing.
"It's nice to meet you, Hagiwara-kun." Arisu Mitsuaki looked troubled. "Excuse me, do you know where there's a good restaurant nearby? It's almost lunchtime, and my younger sister needs to eat, but I'm not a very good cook..."
He paused, a troubled look on his stunning face.
A stunningly beautiful woman is seeking help in distress; no normal person would refuse her request, right?
Moreover, this wasn't the first time Kenji Hagiwara had been asked for help by Arisu's older brother.
He nodded very naturally: "I'll take you there."
"grateful."
Mikazuki Munechika followed slowly, chatting happily with the boy he had heard about from his colleagues, while subtly observing him.
Her slightly long, black hair was delicate and soft, clearly well-maintained.
Her purple eyes held a smile, and she was focused when chatting with people. Her gentle smile could also shorten the distance between people.
"Leading the way so skillfully—" Mikazuki Munechika suddenly laughed, "You've gotten used to asking me for help."
"Mr. Arisu?" Looking at Mikazuki Munechika who suddenly laughed, Hagiwara Kenji wondered if he had said something funny.
Mikazuki Munechika shook his head: "Sorry, I just suddenly thought of my younger sister's sleeping face."
He looked on with a nostalgic expression: "That was such a gentle feeling that made you smile without even realizing it."
Kenji Hagiwara's half-moon eyes: The Arisu family are all such siscon families after all!
Kenji Hagiwara smiled and said, "Is that so? Fuyuki is indeed very cute."
This is the time to give praise.
Noticing his form of address, Mikazuki Munechika's smile deepened: "It seems that Hagiwara-kun and my younger sister are quite close."
Kenji Hagiwara sensed Kuroko approaching and his alarm bells went off: "We just see each other often, we're not that close."
Mikazuki Munechika smiled and said, "Is that so? My little Fuyuki really does love playing outside."
The way they address each other has changed.
Kenji Hagiwara exclaimed for the umpteenth time that the Arisu family was truly an amazing family.
Feeling as if enveloped by soft clouds, Dongshu, still a little groggy from just waking up, didn't want to open her eyes.
A warm blanket covered her body, perfect for a short nap in this season. Her tender hands reached out to pull the blanket up and cover her head, filling her nostrils with the fresh scent of nature.
They were all washed by the clean-loving Kasen Kanesada.
The soft sofa beneath her was so comfortable that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable even while sleeping; it was her favorite light blue color.
Hearing the faint sound of the door opening, Dongshu was still a little dazed, and a thought popped into her mind.
It is the crescent moon.
Then came a gentle nudge and a familiar voice: "Master, get up now that you're awake. It's time for dinner."
Dongshu pulled down the blanket and said slowly, "...Okay."
She got up, tidied up the sofa, and then tidied up her somewhat messy appearance. Seeing the hair tie on the back of her head that seemed about to fall off in the mirror, Dongshu took it off.
The delicate rubber band exuded spiritual energy.
After tidying herself up and tying her hair up, Dongshu felt relieved enough to push open the door and enter the restaurant, seeing that she looked neat and tidy.
After successfully finishing lunch, Fuyuki pulled Mikazuki Munechika into a room, her expression expectant, her dark eyes sparkling.
Long boxes were displayed in the wooden cabinet, possessing a unique charm in the dark environment.
The box was heavy and placed high, so the young Saniwa couldn't take it out. She stood on tiptoe to look at it and then naturally whined to her tsukumogami, "Mikazuki, I can't reach it."
Mikazuki Munechika smiled and steadily placed it in front of Fuyuki: "Is this the end for today?"
"Mmm!" Fuyuki responded with a smile, placing her hand on the box with anticipation.
Following a specific trajectory, a beautiful array of spiritual energy appeared beneath the box, radiating brilliant light, while heavy curtains prevented any leakage.
With a "clatter," it opened, revealing two large katana covered with talisman paper.
The scabbard of the Tarotachi is decorated with many exquisite ornaments, especially the gold patterns, which fully reflect its noble temperament.
Jirotachi's scabbard, however, has a dark purple binding with gold patterns, giving it a completely different feel.
Both are predominantly red, similar yet distinct.
He also said that it was indeed a greatsword, its length was almost twice that of Fuyuki.
Fuyuki carefully sensed their auras, feeling the pure and unadulterated essence of the tsukumogami, and his smile grew even brighter.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling like tiny stars: "Mikazuki, it's all done. We've completed this mission."
She was very happy.
Mikazuki Munechika looked at the excited little Saniwa with amusement and gently patted her head: "Hmm, hmm, congratulations, Master."
Winter Tree was excited.
She pulled out two pieces of paper from a small cubicle next to her. One was engraved with a teleportation array that could directly send the two greatswords back to the government, and the other was a talisman to protect them.
Both of these swords are newly born blades that have never been awakened. Like blank sheets of paper, they are easily stained with color. Because of this, they were inevitably tainted by the aura of another world after being taken away by the pillars of the dark side of this world.
After contacting the government, a purification plan was proposed, and a special array was sent to the world. As a result, the mission that led to Fuyuki's arrival in this world was put on hold until today.
With unblinking eyes, I watched the teleportation array light up as it took effect, and heard the familiar "ding" sound from the terminal. The mission rewards were about to be delivered to the citadel.
Holding the hand of the spirit beside her, Fuyuki gently shook it. After completing one task, she still had a long task ahead of her. Her expression was determined; she couldn't let her guard down.
Lying in Mikazuki Munechika's warm embrace, Fuyuki held his sleeve with her small hand, and the two spent a quiet afternoon in the cozy room.
As the sun sets and night falls, so too does the night.
Two bottles of wine were already standing in the familiar room.
Looking at the noticeably shorter black wooden table, the two men stared at each other, speechless.
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