Chapter 30
Hug her.
Under the guidance of the staff, Dongshu received her salary. She clutched the small button, which contained the reward she had earned after 47 days of hard work.
This is incredibly important—salary!
Back at the citadel, pushing open the door, you see Akita Toushirou sweeping the floor. The pink-haired little swordsman is diligently holding a broom, and he looks up when he hears the noise.
His face quickly lit up with joy: "My lord, Yagen-ni, you're back!"
Fuyuki waved to him, and Yagen Toushirou responded with a smile, "We're back."
Akita Toshiro was wearing an inner robe, with long sleeves that covered his arms and tightened at the wrists, and shorts that revealed his fair legs.
Internal affairs? Not as important as the lord.
Akita Toushirou decisively tossed aside what he was holding and jogged over: "Master."
Her large, bright blue eyes stared at the Saniwa, her fluffy pink hair swaying. Fuyuki couldn't help but reach out, and Akita Toushirou obediently lowered his head.
"Akita, I'm back."
"Yes!" Akita Toushirou immediately agreed obediently, his blue eyes lowered, his long eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows in his eye sockets, making him look very well-behaved.
The return of the Saniwa has gradually brought life back to the citadel.
"My lord, here, here."
Fuyuki obediently walked in, and Ran Toushirou mysteriously opened the thing in his hand, his long orange hair tied with a red bow swaying behind him.
The pretty little dagger smiled and said, "It's for you."
"What is this?" Fuyuki's eyes widened.
A small hand held a blue butterfly that seemed to be dancing gracefully.
The butterfly's shimmering wings fluttered gently, and as it trembled, it left Ran Toushirou's fingers, tracing a perfect and elegant arc in mid-air.
It nimbly circled the two little creatures once, the blue light spot fell, and then disappeared in mid-air.
A butterfly landed on a nearby flowerbed, its graceful dance swirling around it like a sprite, lightly flitting among the blossoms and drifting in the air.
It emits a blue light, appearing exceptionally bright in the sunlight, with blue fluorescence emanating from its body, as soft as moonlight.
This shade of blue is breathtakingly beautiful; it's like an untouched fairy, with butterflies twirling in its blue light, displaying their beauty to the fullest.
The light from the citadel formed a thin blue veil around it, hazy and beautiful. Its wings fluttered slightly as it flew among the flowers, soaring and leaping through the air...
Fuyuki stared at it for a long time before she came to her senses. She blinked and asked, "A creation of spiritual power?"
Ran Toushirou nodded: "I saw it when I went to the general store before and wanted to show it to my lord, but unfortunately my lord has never been here... so I've been wanting to..."
As she spoke, the little knife seemed a bit dejected, but then she perked up again: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
The gradually fading butterfly image was reflected in his dark eyes, and the scattered light illuminated the darkness like starlight. Fuyuki nodded in affirmation: "Very beautiful."
She raised her hand, and pure white spiritual energy gathered, compressed, and transformed, outlining the nascent shape of a butterfly about to take flight.
Ran Toushirou gasped in surprise, his mouth agape. "My lord, you're amazing! So beautiful!"
The young Saniwa, flattered by the praise, smiled shyly and placed a smaller butterfly, one size smaller than the blue butterfly, in front of Ran Toushirou.
"In this way, we met together when it was born."
“My lord…” Ran Toushirou’s azure eyes shone, and the intense sunlight on his smile made the moment seem dreamlike.
The little dagger's voice trembled: "I... I really do love my lord the most!"
Fuyuki replied with a smile, "I like Ran-chan too, I love her so much!"
"Um!"
—
In the kitchen.
Fuyuki stood on a small stool, gazing at the stove. Shokudaikiri Mitsutada couldn't help but chuckle at the little Saniwa's eager look.
"Master, don't worry, it will be over soon."
"Okay." Fuyuki nodded, raised a finger, and looked at the head chef with a serious expression. "No green vegetables! They can't be on the table today!"
"I plan to make something cool according to my own ideas. I hope my master will understand."
"...I don't want vegetables." Fuyuki hesitated, but still stood firm in her decision.
Don't let that bright green stuff appear on her dining table!
“...Alright.” Shokudaikiri Mitsutada sighed, seemingly giving in.
Dongshu nodded in satisfaction, then nimbly jumped off the stool with one foot and skipped away from the kitchen.
Shokudaikiri Mitsutada gazed at her retreating figure with gentle eyes. Even the tsukumogami who always worried about the Saniwa's diet couldn't escape this task today.
Hey! Did I scare you?
"Wow!"
Startled by the sudden appearance of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Fuyuki almost fell over.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga swiftly grabbed her and pulled her back to the ground. He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh dear, sorry."
Dongshu shook his head: "It's okay."
She looked up and saw the white cloak and sheet that had appeared above Tsurumaru Kuninaga's head, and her eyes widened immediately: "Tsurumaru, you... he..."
She was momentarily incoherent.
This familiar white color, this familiar dust on the edges—I'm certain it's the bedsheet that Kunihiro Yamanbagiri never takes off.
But how did it end up with Tsurumaru Kuninaga?
Following her gaze, Tsurumaru Kuninaga explained earnestly, "Yamabakiri is too introverted; this will help him become more extroverted."
Having spent so much time with him, Dongshu didn't believe his nonsense.
If Yamanbagiri Kunihiro lost his bedsheet, he'd probably turn into a mushroom.
I imagined myself exuding a gloomy and decadent aura, huddled in a corner hugging myself tightly, like a withdrawn Yamanbagiri Kunihiro who had lost all his shelter...
Fuyuki covered her face... She actually wanted to watch it, no, no, how could she think like that?
She earnestly advised, "Tsurumaru, give it back to Yamanbagiri."
"No need, he's already here," Tsurumaru Kuninaga said, pointing.
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro was dressed in a red tracksuit, his body covered by a white sheet, and his blue eyes, peeking out from under the sheet, revealed a sharp light.
"Lord Tsurumaru..."
"Yamabakiri, did you come to get your sheets? Here you go."
Seeing Tsurumaru Kuninaga fold the sheets neatly in an instant, without any slack, and with a sincere expression, Fuyuki and Yamanbagiri Kunihiro were both taken aback.
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro lowered his head uncomfortably: "Okay."
He didn't say anything more then: "Master, Tsurumaru-dono, I'll be going now."
After glancing at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who breathed a sigh of relief, and Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, who was leaving with his bedsheet, Fuyuki patted his tachi and turned to follow the katana, who seemed to be acting strangely.
She tugged at the hem of her katana and called out, "Yamabunagari!"
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro stopped, paused, squatted down, his eyes lowered, his jade-green eyes obscured by shadows, making them appear somewhat dark.
"Owner."
Are you unhappy?
"……No."
Dongshu tilted his head, looking somewhat puzzled.
She reached out and gently pulled the spirit into her arms, a gentle spiritual energy spreading through her, her dark eyes filled with comfort.
"I'm here."
"Give me a hug, I want to be hugged, to be held."
Excuses that anyone can hear are deceiving.
"……Um."
The blond-haired tsukumogami's ears secretly turned red.
[Author's Note]
Beautiful everyday moments [sprinkling flowers]
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