Chapter 49
Leader = slave...?
Fuyuki shifted her body forward, and Ichigo Hitofuri readily opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
Leaning on the shoulder of the reliable katana, Fuyuki yawned, closed her sore eyes for a moment, and then continued working on what she was doing.
The work is tedious and boring.
The little paper figure scurried shyly to her hand and gently rubbed against it.
"Little Winter Tree, I've brought you the latest version of the Boss's cutscene!"
It waddled along with its short legs, placing the piece of paper in its short hands aside.
Remember to watch it!
"Hmm..." Fuyuki yawned, tears welling up in her eyes.
She was already sleepy.
"I will watch it."
Nodding vigorously, the little paper figure darted to the side, instantly losing its spiritual energy and going limp.
Dongshu rubbed his eyes hard, feeling exhausted. The moonlight climbed onto the window frame, and the scattered starlight dimmed.
She vaguely heard someone saying something in her ear, and the thing in her hand was gently taken away. She resisted weakly for a moment, then calmed down.
Her little face scrunched up, she closed her eyes, and was pulled into an embrace.
With his hands empty, Dongshu shifted uncomfortably, then grabbed the fabric and wouldn't let go.
Ichigo Hitofuri gently moved the clutter aside, his fingers reaching up to her cheek, but before he could do anything, the Saniwa rubbed against him.
The well-behaved Fuyuki had soft cheeks, and even her unconscious movements were as gentle and harmless as a kitten.
She gripped his fingers tighter, wrinkling Ichigo Hitofuri's clothes slightly. He continued, brushing a strand of hair from Fuyuki's cheek to help her sleep more peacefully.
These past few days, some things have taken a toll on Dongshu, the boss. The situation in America has kept her busy for several days, and every order she issues is the result of careful consideration.
With the information provided by Mr. Ke, she had an innate advantage in intelligence, which prevented her from losing her regular routine as a child, but it also made her afraid to relax for a moment.
After all, this was her first time dealing with officials, and she was genuinely both shocked and excited.
After placing Vermouth there to oversee things, they swiftly purged a large number of FBI undercover agents, sending them all back, and incidentally sacrificing some who were considered undercover agents there but had actually been turned.
We also can't send everyone back unharmed, as that would damage the organization's image.
But, it's another day of dealing with our own people :)
Today was the final day, and Dongshu was a little late finishing up. She hadn't expected that acting out a few scenes of "being discovered as an undercover agent - escaping - failing to escape - escaping again - ah, being found - oh, my teammates are here to rescue me!" would be so difficult.
Each performance had to be different, yet no one could suspect a thing. This wasn't just a problem for Fuyuki; his attendants had been racking their brains for the past few days. But the result was perfect.
Ichigo Hitofuri settled Fuyuki back into the bedroom and bent down, but was stopped by a hand grabbing his clothes.
The Saniwa (master of the spirit) is not very strong, but still manages to make the Tsukumogami (spirits) give in.
He tried to gently pull his clothes out, but the vaguely discernible Saniwa gripped them even tighter, causing Ichigo Ikki to pause. He chuckled helplessly.
She's so clingy.
He let Fuyuki snuggle back into his arms and Ichigo Hitofuri patted her back gently.
His furrowed brows slowly relaxed, his breathing became steady, and he gradually fell into a sweet sleep.
When called out, the owner would shyly hide behind Kashuu Kiyomitsu, secretly watching everyone who had been awakened, and even hesitated before daring to ask for a hug.
The once reserved and shy child can now act coquettishly and even clings to her family's spirit while asleep.
Since our first meeting, the Saniwa's personality has become much more outgoing, and she speaks more frequently.
Is it because the task requires communication?
Thinking of the study problem that Shokudaikiri Mitsutada had mentioned before, Ichigo Hitofuri seemed thoughtful, but still dismissed his idea.
The master looked at him and he didn't seem like someone who had never studied.
Moreover, she is a Saniwa who is just as adorable as her younger brothers.
Let's be happier, though.
I slept without any dreams.
Just as dawn broke, Dongshu slowly woke up. She opened her eyes somewhat dazedly, her brain not yet functioning. Familiar clothes filled her vision, and her thoughts were hazy. She turned over and sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Ichigo-ni, wake up."
The crisp voice was sticky and muggy as she nudged Ichigo Hitofuri.
Ichigo Hitofuri opened his eyes, his golden pupils showing no trace of sleepiness, and smiled gently: "Master."
Dongshu obediently got out of bed to wash up, then sat on a stool swinging her legs while waiting.
Before long, Ichigo Hitofuri sat down behind her with a comb, his movements practiced and his fingers nimble, his delicate little braid hanging down.
Dongshu shook his head, and his two braids swayed along with it.
"I'm sorry, Ichigo-nii, for keeping you from getting back in time."
"Please don't mind... I did all of this willingly. It's just that I didn't prepare breakfast for my master earlier, which was my fault." He spoke apologetically, but his gentle and sincere face made it hard to blame him.
Fuyuki waved his hand: "It doesn't have to be in advance. The first nun's attendant is finished, so the next one can come."
Ichigo Hitofuri paused slightly, his expression forlorn: "Master, don't you want to stay with me a little longer?"
Dongshu reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "No, it's just that you can rest now, don't overwork yourself."
His dark eyes were serious: "You need to get some rest."
She could tell that Ichigo Hitofuri hadn't slept well.
Ichigo Hitofuri, who didn't actually need to sleep to recover his energy, bowed his head and said, "Yes."
Where Fuyuki couldn't see, his hand trembled, then quickly regained its composure.
Yes, a master who can act cute in a serious manner.
So cute.
Today's attendant is Maeda Toushirou, with his short sword and spiky hair, looking very serious. His white cloak with gold tassels gives him a unique personal style.
He was always respectful and affectionate towards whatever the Saniwa did or said.
"Maeda, it's time to get to work."
Maeda Toushirou had a gentle smile, and his cloak fluttered with his movements.
"I will do my best to live up to your expectations."
It's someone you can really trust.
Maeda Toushirou quickly brought back breakfast, all of which were Fuyuki's favorites. He put a lot of thought into it and was truly doing his best.
After breakfast, Dongshu continued the work she had left over from yesterday. There was still a little bit left; she just needed to confirm the completion rate.
It ended easily.
She picked up the small piece of paper that had been carefully placed aside. The tiny piece of paper became transparent when it touched spiritual energy, and the blue data screen looked very high-tech.
Dongshu took it and looked at it, puzzled. Where did the little wild dog learn such high technology from? Has it spread to his world?
After a moment's thought, she began her long-awaited leader observation class. Watching the obviously edited video and listening to the perfectly matched music, she became quite engrossed.
In the dim light, the black-haired, purple-eyed man curled his lips into a smile and said slowly, "The so-called leader is someone who stands at the top of the organization, but is also a slave to the entire organization..."
Dongshu's eyes widened: So handsome!
So that's how it is! She's learned it again!
[Author's Note]
Bungo Stray Dogs
Fuyuki: I want to be a slave
knife:?
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