Chapter 50 Family and Friends
I omitted the details of my life with Soul Society and recounted my life as Yamamoto Homura to the few people in the izakaya, including the manner of my death.
"In other words, as a god of death, you committed suicide, but were reborn into the human world decades later."
"Yes. I didn't remember it at first, and I only recently recalled it." I glanced at Saburo, who was lying on the sofa. "The major fire at Yokohama Port a while ago was caused when I regained my memory."
The room became quiet.
"Even though I'm a monster," Mr. Qianliang scratched his pink fur, "I also think what you said is quite outrageous."
Indeed, if I hadn't been the one involved, I couldn't imagine such a thing happening.
"In other words, you chose to protect Kujo Saburo out of your own will?"
I smiled. “Of course.”
"reason?"
I lowered my head and looked at my brother sleeping beside me. "Of course, it's because we're family." He was sleeping soundly, his hair a little messy, and his body intact, showing no signs of any previous injuries. "What reason do I need to protect my family?"
For me, who lost my mother early and no longer has any contact with my father, my aunt and Saburo are the most important family members to me.
What's so strange about me protecting them like I protected my grandma and Dong Shilang?
Miss Bai Baihe tilted her head: "Just family?"
Why are these monsters asking such strange questions?
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
She and Miss Mayako beside her exchanged a look of bewilderment. "Miss Homura, don't you know?" For some reason, their expressions suddenly became complicated. "Ah, but come to think of it, he probably didn't notice either."
What does that mean? Why are you all here as riddlers? I don't want to guess riddles.
“Hmm…”
There was a soft murmur beside me, and I subconsciously turned my head, just in time to see the red-haired boy frowning, his eyelids trembling, and slowly opening his eyes.
As if the light was refracted, the originally light-colored iris looked silver for a moment.
We stared at each other silently for a few seconds, and the silver light that looked like a ghost's eyes began to fade away.
"Yo."
It seems like Sanlang hasn't woken up yet. His eyes are hazy.
“…It’s flame…”
"Um?"
The young man looked at me with lifeless eyes, "What a beautiful flame, burning..." he whispered, as if he wanted to reach out and touch something.
Okay, you must not be awake yet.
I glared at my brother with dead fish eyes and slapped him on the forehead!
“Ah! It hurts!”
He covered his forehead with his hands and curled up like a shrimp.
"Are you awake? Are you still dreaming?"
"Huh? It's Homura, mysterious! And my forehead hurts!"
It's still "mysterious!" Sometimes I really wonder what Jiu Jing Saburo's nerves are made of, insulators or steel bars?
"Sanlang is awake."
When the boy heard the voice, he sat up suddenly, his eyes widened: "Hey, am I in the store?"
"Where else do you think you are?"
"Hmm, home? But why is Homura here, and wearing a strange black kimono? So mysterious!"
I glared at Sanlang who was scratching his head in annoyance, but managed to resist the urge to pinch his face in public, and started thinking about how to fool this stupid brother.
"Sanlang, your sister is worried about you too." At this time, Mr. Vixen, who had been watching with a smile, combined my and Qianliang's statements and started making up stories on the spot: "She was attending an event in Tokyo today. She said she couldn't get through to you on the phone, and since no one was home, she came here to try her luck."
"That's it."
Of course, you should take the opportunity given by others.
"So, are you coming back with me now?"
Yes, I don't want to leave Saburo in this place full of monsters. Because just like Shiman Ango said, although the monsters can protect his personal safety, they don't care about the existence of "Kyujo Saburo" itself.
The resurrected red-haired ghost was proof of this. If someone hadn't chopped off Saburo's head, he wouldn't have revived. Thinking of this, I didn't want to say a word, not even interested in asking who did it.
Because if you say even half a word more, I might not be able to resist drawing my sword.
On the way home, the boy was unusually quiet, perhaps because he had just been through a battle. As we were almost home, he suddenly called out to me, "Homura."
"Um?"
"Are you unhappy?"
Oh, it seems his nerves are not insulated either.
"A little, but I'm not mad at you."
Then I felt that he was obviously happier and walked a lot more briskly.
Arriving at Jiu Jing's door, I stopped and watched him open the door with his key. "Auntie's home?"
"Well, Mom is working from home these two days, but she will go to bed on time." Sanlang turned around and looked at me. "Aren't you coming in?"
I am in the state of death now. Although I fooled Saburo by saying that I was in cosplay just now, the lie will be exposed if Auntie can't see me.
"No, I have to go to school tomorrow. I have to go back."
"Hey, it's late now, isn't it?"
I spread my hands and said, "If all else fails, just take a taxi. It's not like I don't have pocket money."
He blinked. "Really?"
"Really? I'll call you when I get back."
"Okay, then you should rest early."
Oh my god, I never thought that one day I would hear these words from Sanlang’s mouth. I was so touched.
But his intuition was right, I had no intention of going back at all.
I watched the apartment door close, took two steps back, listened to the movement inside, and then I jumped lightly, stepped onto the wall of the apartment corridor, and after a few jumps, I reached the roof.
Tonight, I will keep vigil here.
As for the phone call, of course it was made by Gihunmaru who stayed at home.
The result of working diligently as a night watchman was that I felt sleepy at school the next day.
"How bizarre! You actually slept in class. Tell me, were you playing games or reading some interesting novel?"
Because I was sitting in the back seat, a certain kelp-head who had seen my performance in class clearly started teasing me as soon as the get out of class was over.
I yawned. "That's just nagging. I've just been too busy lately."
"What are you doing so busy?"
"...training." This is not a lie, he is indeed undergoing special training.
Kirihara showed a look of disgust: "How come you are the same as the deputy minister? You don't get up at four o'clock too?"
I didn't admit or deny it, I just threw two words at him: "Guess."
"whispering sound--"
While we were chatting, I could still feel the whispers in the class and the girls' gazes, but I've been so busy lately that I'm not interested in listening to what they are talking about.
"There's a competition with another school soon, so don't overwork yourself or the seniors will notice." The boy slumped over the table, a bit listless. "The minister's condition is still relapsing. Even if the deputy minister looks like that, he must be under a lot of pressure."
Oh, and Yukimura-senpai is still in the hospital. "Isn't it almost time to decide on a surgery date?"
"Well, if things stabilize, then in July."
I frowned. "Isn't the schedule too tight?"
"This is already the limit. The national competition is in August." His voice sounded muffled. "The Minister must be thinking about winning the championship with us after he recovers."
"Kirhara, do you know Daitenta?"
"Huh? What's that?"
"Dadiantai, Dadiantai Guangshi." I glared at him. Did he sleep through history class? He didn't even know about the national treasure. "If you're curious about the details, you can ask your deputy minister. In short, it's a knife."
But the Daitenta is no ordinary sword. As a treasured sword, it has been kept by the Ashikaga, Toyotomi, and Maeda families. Beyond its noble status, it is also said to have the power to dispel disasters and cure illness.
"Huh? So magical?! Isn't it a legend?"
Although it's just a legend, he does have powerful spiritual power, and often scares away birds on the roof. However, whenever his strength of eliminating disasters and diseases is mentioned, he always seems a little depressed.
"It's better to believe it. Don't you want Minister Yukimura to be healthy? You can try making a wish. Oh, but Daitenta is a national treasure and is not usually on display."
Kirihara's expression immediately fell: "Then why are you telling me that?"
Isn't this just to make you happy? Damn, you don't know how to appreciate kindness. "By the way, Ishikiri Maru from Kansai has the same effect, and it's enshrined in the shrine, so it's easy to see."
"What is this?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly. "You, did you fall asleep during history class? It's a sword, too. It's the Odachi enshrined in the Ishikiri Kenya Shrine. Legend has it that it can remove swelling and illness. Before the Minister has surgery, go to the shrine and get a talisman."
The boy looked at me suspiciously. "You look like a shrine touaijiujing. So you still believe in that?" But before I could frown, he suddenly smiled and said, "But, thanks, I feel much better now."
Thank you! Not only is there a shrine, but Ishikirimaru is also a sword that truly performs divine rituals! Damn, I'm so angry! I'm going back to Honmaru and making an amulet with everyone else for Yukimura-senpai!
Just as I was gritting my teeth and thinking about how to rush back to Honmaru and coax him and the other swords to pray for the amulet in a way that would not make Daidenta fall into a depressed state, the phone on the desk suddenly vibrated.
There have been so many things going on these days that I took out my phone almost reflexively. When I saw the message sender, my heart skipped a beat.
It's Toushirou.
"The captain has agreed. We'll meet at Urahara Store tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock."
Just one sentence, but I suddenly became nervous.
Why so soon? Both Urahara Kisuke and Toushirou previously said they'd have to wait for the Seireitei approval process, which might take until summer vacation. Or was it because the monster attack on Tokyo implicated me that Captain Kyoraku decided to discuss this with me earlier?
He glanced up at the classroom. Kyoka was sitting by the window reading a book, while Kirihara was resting on the table. As for the other members of the tennis club, they were probably in class, just like Kirihara, preparing for the tournament.
Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock...
I reached out and grabbed the candy cane containing the Gihun Pills that was placed on the desk.
It seems that I won’t be able to personally experience campus life with everyone these days.
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The author has something to say: Although there are many opinions about Ishikiri Maru, the one that is currently being officially linked is indeed Ishikiri Maru from Kansai Shrine.
I'm finally going back to my hometown in the next chapter (what)! Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution between 2022-04-05 02:16:57 and 2022-04-07 22:22:34~
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