Chapter 38: Calling My Boyfriend
"What did you do wrong?" I could hear the sound of Yoruichi-san standing up and then sitting down again, coming over to me. "If Kisuke hides something important from me and puts himself in danger without repenting, I'll be the first one to give him a beating."
Huh?
"So you beat him up?"
"No..." I just threw back the things that Saburo had given me before.
"Oh, then you are definitely doing something wrong."
"But my brother's right." I looked at Kokusai and Hotaru, who sat obediently beside him. "Shinsen, Shinigami, psychics. I didn't tell him about any of this."
The reason was that he didn't want his aunt and him to be implicated because they were ordinary people.
"So your brother is angry too, isn't he?" Miss Yoruichi gently placed the bottle on the ground. "That makes us even."
This made me laugh.
"But even if we're even, that's one thing. That guy's harsh words pissed you off is another." She reached out and patted my head. "As for when to forgive him, that's up to you."
“…”
Anyway, it’s impossible for me to take the initiative to find Sanlang again!
Miss Ye Yi finished her drink and did not stay in this room for long. She said she was going to talk to the profiteer and left. No one knew what they were going to talk about.
"Owner."
"What's wrong, Kotobuki?"
"...I..." He moved his body and sat up with difficulty.
"Eh? You, you lie down first! Mr. Tessai is still being purified."
"It's okay. The purification has reached its final stage." Mr. Tessai knelt beside the light shield. "Just say whatever you want to say. Don't worry about me."
Ah, this, this actually makes me feel a little embarrassed.
"Actually, I applied for this opportunity to come to this world myself."
“…Huh?”
Kotobuki lowered his head through the light shield: "Because there are some things I want to tell the Lord, about memory."
To be honest, I'm a little nervous now.
"I'm glad the Lord was able to regain his memory." The young man before him raised his lips slightly. "It's not a good feeling not being able to remember the past."
I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"Don't say that. I just got lucky by accident, and—"
"The Lord said at that time, 'No matter what happened in the past, the memories we have with you are real.' I...felt the same way." He raised his head and looked me straight in the eye. "Although my memory of the past is still blank, the days I spent with the Lord are now my most precious memories."
“…” I wanted to speak, but when I saw Gu Ku’s sparkling eyes, no sound came out of my throat.
"Because I wanted to convey my thoughts to the Lord, I volunteered to take on the role of the living guardian. I ended up losing the battle so immaturely. I'm deeply sorry." The young man reached out, as if to touch the barrier separating us, but ultimately gave up. "Mr. Black Rose is very powerful. Honestly, although I'm a little reluctant, during the battle, even though he knew I was wary of fire, he didn't take advantage of me."
"They are also following their mission. So there is no need to bear any grudge against Master Saburo because of my injury."
"What the hell..." I took a deep breath and curled my lips. "After saying so much, are you just trying to excuse that Saburo guy? And you're a wounded soldier, so be a little more cautious."
Kotobuki didn't say anything, but the smile on his face became more obvious.
Really, there's nothing we can do about him.
"I understand the logic, but it's impossible to apologize to Saburo."
I leaned back slightly, supported myself on the floor behind me with my hands, and changed my sitting position.
"What he said really hurt me. I don't want to talk to that guy for the time being."
"I understand." Kotobuki smiled and nodded.
Hotaru also ran over and leaned against me: "Yeah, I'm glad that the master is not sad anymore."
After the purification of the hellfire was over, perhaps because the tsukumogami themselves survive on spiritual power, Mr. Tessai only used the recovery-type ghost method to treat Kokugo's wounds lightly, and his wounds were almost healed.
Even so, the three of us still caused quite a commotion when we returned. Ran and Kotobuki were brothers, after all, and seeing each other injured nearly brought tears to their eyes. Ishikirimaru, on the other hand, pinned the three of us down on chairs and examined us thoroughly. He was a sword enshrined in a shrine, so he was particularly sensitive to unclean auras.
"What? Monster?!"
"Does that mean the Master's brother has been dragged into the non-human world? How could he say that?" Ran grumbled, sitting down beside me and pushing Hotaru's arm away. "The Master did hide something from him, but it was unavoidable! Our existence is an absolute secret to ordinary people in this era!"
Apart from the government's confidential agencies and the ancient families with spiritual powers listed on the reserve list of Shinsengumi by the Time Government, no one else, even those with psychics, knows anything about the swordsmanship.
"How could he say that? Damn it! I'm so angry!"
"chaos."
When Kotobuki called out his name, he pouted but didn't say anything else.
"But this matter does need to be informed to everyone in Honmaru, especially the monsters." Ishikirimaru, sitting nearby, interjected, "When I was still in the shrine, well, it was many years ago, but I did hear stories about monsters and ghosts."
"Huh?"
"What? Ishikiri Maru, tell me what you mean?"
During the Eishō period, Ishikiri Maru, who was enshrined in a shrine, once heard an anecdote from the priests after the ceremony was completed.
In the east, the head of a famous exorcist family cut off the head of an evil ghost and died together with the ghost.
...Could it be the Zhiwan family? Furthermore, the Jiujing family has ghost bloodline, and there are marks on Sanlang's neck that look like they were left by beheading.
What? Are they also considered past lives and present lives?
After discussing with the swords, not only did we have no clue, but the original clues were also becoming increasingly scattered and fragmented.
I definitely wasn't in the mood to prepare dinner. Bone-Ku was injured and needed to rest early. I grabbed some stew and leftovers, washed up early, and headed back to the house to rest.
Back in my room, alone and quiet, Sanlang's words to me today kept echoing in my mind. I tried to distract myself by reading or surfing the internet, but it didn't work.
While flipping through the text messages and web pages on my new phone, I subconsciously dialed a number.
After waiting for a while, the call was connected.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Wow, it actually connects?" And the signal seems pretty good!
"...Are you free and have nothing to do?"
I could imagine Toushirou rolling his eyes even through the phone, and I started laughing.
"Yeah, I was a little lonely and didn't know what to do, so I called you. Are you busy?"
"Fortunately, it's just that the cheap teacup Matsumoto bought this afternoon is cracked."
Um? ? ?
"Are you okay?!"
"It's just a cracked teacup, what's the big deal?" Even though he said that, the person on the other end of the line could clearly hear the gnashing of teeth. "It's just that the documents were damaged by water. Everything needs to be re-approved."
Okay, that means he's probably working overtime in the captain's office right now. As for Miss Matsumoto...she's probably gone.
"Hmm—I see."
"What's wrong?"
I sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, feeling a little relaxed for the first time today. "No, I just feel like even though your positions have changed, the way you get along is still the same as before."
In the past, Captain Isshin was the one who took the lead in slacking off, and Miss Matsumoto, as the vice-captain, would go out and bring people back every day. But by the time they returned, Toushirou and I had basically finished processing all the documents.
"Your voice sounds a little drained."
"...Why do you know all this over the phone?"
"I can just tell." A soft sigh came from the receiver. "Tell me, what happened?"
"It's hard to explain over the phone..." I subconsciously twisted the hair around my fingers. "Besides, it's, uh, nothing to do with death."
Dong Shilang suddenly stopped talking.
The room was very quiet. I could hear soft breathing coming from the phone, but for some reason, the sound of shuffling papers stopped.
Just when I thought there was something wrong with the phone, the other party's muffled voice rang out: "What are you thinking about?" He was clearly unhappy. "So what if it has nothing to do with the Grim Reaper? As long as it has something to do with you, that's all."
"It could also be a very troublesome problem! For example, the Time Government, or people with special abilities."
"Let's put things in perspective, and do I look like someone who's so afraid of trouble?"
Indeed not.
"Anyway, anyway, let's not talk about it now. What a waste of time." Without waiting for the other party to refute, I said, "Come to my house this weekend and I'll tell you."
"Is it really okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay." It's just a cold war with that idiot Sanlang. It won't affect anything. Just keep a normal mind.
"But, talking to you on the phone did make me feel a lot better." Closing my eyes, I imagined the scene in the 10th Division office, where Toushirou was sitting at his desk, holding a brush. "Thank you."
"You're welcome... Stupid Homura."
"The person who calls others stupid is the stupid one."
The desire to see him suddenly became much stronger.
The upcoming county tournament and the increased training volume of the tennis club have at least distracted me a little. Although Rikkai University has dominated the national championship for two years, they did not slack off even in the county tournament, but trained attentively.
It wasn't until I joined the tennis club that I realized Kirihara actually had a great talent for tennis. His Red-Eye mode made his play even more frantic. But even so, he still faced several huge obstacles. At least with Kirihara Akaya's current level, he couldn't challenge the third-year players.
By the way, Senior Sanada is worthy of being a kendo practitioner. When he plays tennis, his racket swing is somewhat like swinging a sword. It is said that his special move is called "Wind, Forest, Fire and Mountain".
It makes me want to see how the seniors usually practice kendo.
Saturday arrived as scheduled amidst the intensive club training.
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