Chapter 50

Munechika, whether as a cosplayer or as an artist.

When he does both jobs exceptionally well, it shows that he has a certain degree of understanding of the needs of fans and audiences.

As an artist, he needs to show himself at the right time, both in appearance and personality.

What a cosplayer needs is to know how to use all of his or her assets, such as face, body, makeup, clothing, angles, etc. to display all kinds of beauty captured in photos.

Crazy, sickly, elegant, and superior.

So of course he knew that it was possible to wear gloves with a hunting jacket, but the glove element would not be so prominent.

If he were in battle clothes, with the gauntlets already on, the audience might not even notice the difference.

Of course, he couldn't use gauntlets in the live broadcast he was going to do today.

The boss has given him so many small awards, so let him do it with the attitude of customizing elements for a cosplay show.

...although I don’t know what the boss wants to see specifically.

Having cosplayed as Mikazuki in a suit before, Munechika stood in Chodakiri's room, hesitating a bit, but still firmly took out the white shirt and trousers that Chodakiri Mitsutada wore as a battle uniform.

Munechika murmured in his heart, "Excuse me."

He will come back clean.

Time was running out and there were no other humanoid creatures in the Honmaru, so Munechika changed his clothes directly in Chodakiri's room.

Kadakiri Mitsutada is 186cm tall, while Mikazuki Munechika is 180cm tall.

The legs were wrapped in black trousers, the trouser legs were slightly long, but it was noticeable if you didn't look closely.

Initially he thought that the 5 cm difference would not be a big deal, but after putting it on, he found that the cuff of the shirt sleeve reached the bottom line of his palm.

In this way, whether the cuffs are buttoned or not, it is estimated that people will find that they are not well-fitted.

Without hesitation, Munechika rolled up his long sleeves three times so that the sleeves of both hands just reached the middle of his forearms.

Then he reached out and started carefully from the buttons on his chest - buttoned them up and tucked the shirt into his trousers.

Gloves are put on last.

Relatively speaking, gloves fit the shape of the hand very well, but when wearing the glove on one hand, with only one hand exerting force, it takes three or four pulls back and forth to put it on completely.

Without giving it much thought, he put his hand to his mouth for some leverage.

It was at this time that Kitsunesuke broke in.

"Three-day Moon Palace, I have arranged it... already."

The little fox pushed and pulled

He opened the door and took a few steps forward before he could see the scene inside the house clearly. His foot slipped and he fell on his back, uttering the last note with great difficulty.

——

Its mind went blank, and it subconsciously got up and slipped again.

"?"

The person who was biting and tearing the gloves just now was attracted by its movement.

Munechika saw Kitsunesuke fall twice and became a little worried, so he walked over and picked it up.

The feeling of the hands was different from when they were wearing gloves. The fabric of the gloves quickly became warm due to the contact between the body temperature inside and outside.

Kitsunesuke didn't need to look up because Munechika was holding it right in front of his sight.

Then it saw the two moon-like eyes smiling, and the tone was the same as always: "Be careful, are you tired of helping me set up the equipment?"

"Very good, very good. I'll reward you later."

…

…

Thanks for the invitation. Fox's Help is down.

8888 live broadcast room.

4342 people online.

Popularity: 3w.

This live broadcast room has never been renamed since its owner started live broadcasting, and it has always been the original ID number.

However, there is a rule in the live broadcast area of ​​the current affairs network entertainment module: unless you set a cover yourself, a picture with a human figure will be automatically captured as the cover.

So, don’t ask why this live broadcast room can attract so many viewers in such a short time.

The question is, Mikazuki Munechika who broadcasts live every day is rare...

This is just one example!

It’s not that there aren’t any swordplay live broadcasts, but most of them are just for fun.

The judge carries a sword - it is just a by-product of the live broadcast, and he does not use his own sword as a selling point.

It is quite rare to see someone like Sanriku Munechika, who is alone with his sword and has no trace of other swordsmen or inquisitors for three or four days.

Plus... he's really good at it.

Every time, not to mention that he makes the inquisitors outside the screen blush without distinguishing between genders, he even doesn't let go of swords.

Of course, he himself was completely unaware.

The audience didn't think he was doing it on purpose, after all, he was just chatting with them normally, occasionally saying a few words or making some gestures in response to everyone's request.

But, that’s Mikazuki Munechika!

Most of them are feeling sad and unhappy in their hearts, but they can't control their brains at all.

...If I don’t see Mikazuki today, I will die.

So, early in the morning, most of them followed their own swords and woke up before seven in the morning.

The inquisitors rushed in immediately after receiving the notification that the live broadcast was about to start.

[I am here!!]

[Ah ...

[Wuwuwu, for this man, I never stayed in bed again in the morning!]

[Ha, don’t even mention this morning, I already died last night.]

[+1 for not staying in bed. These few days are really the earliest days I’ve gotten up this year. And yesterday I was almost caught by the drug research institute to check if I was sick. /bye/bye]

[Eh, we changed the venue today?]

[Hahahahahahahahahaha the one on the left being taken away for inspection is so funny! / wax lighting/ wax lighting]

They finally stopped rushing in to post the bullet screen and discovered that the dazzlingly beautiful Fu Oishen was not sitting in front of the camera, staring at the bullet screen with a smile as usual.

But it was empty, with no one in sight.

The camera was pointed at the door, and from the slightly open door one could see a row of hooks hanging with spoons and pots, as well as rags, peelers, etc.

If you move your eyes a little further, you can see that this kitchen is a bit small and lacking in many places, but it is clean and pleasing to the eye.

[……]

[Ah, is this Mikazuki Honmaru's... kitchen?]

[? ? ]

The screen was very quiet for several seconds.

Then a few bullet screens slowly appeared.

[…I believe that Mikazuki’s Honmaru is really poor. I can’t believe this is Honmaru’s kitchen! Honmaru! Kitchen! Oh my god!]

[The singing fairy is going to go crazy after seeing this.]

[Putting this shot here makes it hard not to think... Is it Mikazuki who is making breakfast today!?]

[……!? Don’t?]

[Good guy, I just call him good guy.]

[I never let Mikazuki make breakfast. Don’t ask me why. The answer is that I loved her.]

[There is no need for me to witness such a tragic scene...]

The wooden door was pulled outwards, and the person who opened the door did not hold the handle, but instead reached out and grabbed the edge of the door.

So when the gloved hand appeared, the first reaction in everyone's mind was: Who is this?

Mikazuki Munechika's arm armor is different from the normal gauntlet. It is relatively lighter and simpler. At first glance, it looks like a black glove from a distance, but it is not actually the case.

The material of the fingernails is different from that of the palms, so it is easy to remember once you are familiar with it.

Not to mention that he had been wearing his battle uniform for the past few days. Even without the inquisitor of Mikazuki Munechika, he would have been interested in the gauntlet.

Some impressions.

There is still a difference between ordinary gloves and gauntlets.

The hand that opened the door was obviously wearing ordinary gloves, the fabric wrapped tightly around the body, outlining the beautiful lines of the fingers.

Just as the audience was frantically searching in their minds who had the sword with the full-finger black glove, the person who opened the door walked into everyone's sight without stopping.

Everyone is—at one time.

I don’t know where to put my eyes.

Is it the arm that is hugging Kitsunesuke, or the straight shoulders with the shirt held up, or the white neck that sways slightly under the blue hair as she walks.

It was the black gloves that just reached the bottom of the palms and the white sleeves of the rolled-up shirt, and the lines of the wrists and arms were highlighted by the perfect distance and could not be seen enough.

The most messy part is the collar with one button unbuttoned.

Or maybe the other person notices the camera and when they look over, it's so dazzling that their heart stops beating for a moment as if they were hit.

Even the sound of my heart stopped, and the barrage of comments was also dead silent.

They can't slow down.

But the action in the video did not stop.

Mikazuki put Kitsunesuke on the table next to him. The little fox looked a little dazed and confused at first.

But after landing on the table, he shook his head violently, and then wagged his big fluffy tail at Mikazuki Munechika, looking as if asking for compliments.

"Three-day Moon Palace, how is it, did I arrange it correctly?"

Mikazuki Munechika looked at the camera again. His expression did not change, but they noticed the obvious pause of the sword. Then he gently rubbed Kitsunesuke's head.

"Hahaha, well done~"

[ageiuhdiu￥&……（*]

[I fucking died and came back to life]

[Hasebe asked me why I was doing sit-ups in a coffin]

[I can't do it anymore]

[Grass]

Perhaps he finally came to his senses from the scene just now, and the barrage seemed to be a flood, pouring out from the right side, densely covering most of the screen, just like the server had been stuck.

They saw Mikazuki walk to the refrigerator, open the door, and discuss with Kitsunesuke what ingredients were in the main hall and what breakfast to make. After diverting Kitsunesuke's attention, he moved the camera to the cooking table.

The bullet screens only then realized what Mikazuki Munechika's subtle pause just now meant.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha damn Fox Nosuke you xswl, it turns out that weird perspective just now was caused by you!]

[Big Grass]

[Mikazuki

Sir, am I placing this lens correctly?]

[Hahaha, well done!]

[Bamboo shoots, grab the bamboo shoots! You have grabbed all the bamboo shoots on the mountain.]

[Oh my god, this Mikazuki is too doting. I am about to faint.]

[Oh my god, it’s funny but I’m already addicted. I’m waiting online for Grandpa to come to Honmaru qwq.]

[Sisters waiting for Grandpa on the left, wake up]

[Someone named Mikazuki Munechika asked, "Why are these sisters dreaming in broad daylight?"]

[Grandpa... um... I can only say that this is probably someone else's Crescent Moon.]

After deciding on the dish to be cooked today, Mikazuki's technique was obviously not right but she still had some subtle skill, despite Kitsunesuke's constant shouting of worry and Mikazuki's occasional soothing laughter.

He took out the appropriate amounts of ingredients, took off his gloves, washed what needed to be washed, cut what needed to be cut, and then - placed them on the cooking table.

So the bullet screen went crazy throughout the whole process.

[Ahhhh please don’t cut your hands, Mikazuki, please stop cooking with this technique, you’re scaring the hell out of me, okay!!]

[+1! ]

[Mi-chan!! Is there no Mi-chan in Honmaru?! Hurry up and save Mikazuki! How can he cook?!]

[Wow wow wow, this is even more frightening than when I, a killer in the kitchen, cook.]

[This guy washing vegetables made me pull up the bed sheet, wishing I could pull it apart and get on top of him]

[Shashasha Mikazuki’s hands are so pretty!]

[I can only say that although it looks a bit slow, it is cleaned after all. It is great. I must praise it! /touched/touched]

[Ah, miso, I want to make miso soup. It looks like a serious dish.]

[I was so shocked that I lost my voice]

Probably the arrangements were ready, Mikazuki Munechika breathed a sigh of relief and moved the camera closer.

The barrage that was just slowly discussing and praising Mikazuki exploded again in an instant.

[Fuck, sorry, sisters, I'll lick this clavicle first as a sign of respect!]

[I rely on Shashasha]

[This is too good, he is really too good, how dare you get so close to him, baby! Pull up your collar!]

Then they heard Mikazuki's rare hesitant "hmm".

"Is this...open?"

The author has something to say: Today, it’s short.

And, bad news.

Tomorrow, I will visit the grave and gather with relatives.

Don’t take leave for now. It may be short or it may not last forever.

Off topic: I went to sweep graves today, and I was shocked to find that not only did I have to scan my health code to enter the cemetery, but there was also a traffic police officer directing traffic at the gate.

I also went to visit the graves during the Qingming Festival this year, but it wasn’t as...busy as it is today.

All my netizens are attending wedding banquets one after another, why am I the only one going to the grave?

Finally, I’m sorry that there is no short theater performance today. It’s too rushed.

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Qingfeng, Qianjun Jiujiu, Silent 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 18 bottles of Ziyun Lunling and 1 bottle of Qianchunjiu wine.

Thank you angels, stay close to them!

Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!

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