Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Sister and Brother
Ever since Minamoto no Higekiri openly set a trap for Ichigo Ichijin, and when the opponent counterattacked and dragged Higashimaru into the trap together, she was so straightforward and shameless as to even drag Higashimaru, the rare conscientious old swordsman of Honmaru, into the trap, she successfully became famous in one battle.
Originally, in the minds of the Tsukumogami, Higekiri was ranked higher in danger than Minamoto Higekiri, but now...
"I'd rather be remembered by Higekiri in his little notebook and then be retaliated against than be remembered by Minamoto Higekiri."
After all, Higekiri might still have a little conscience and wouldn't do anything so ruthless, but the heartless Minamoto no Higekiri would definitely not let go of anyone who dared to offend her.
Faced with this situation, Minamoto no Higekiri may not have noticed it, or he may have noticed it but didn't care, and still maintained the same schedule as before, as if he had been assimilated by Higekiri and joined the Kamui Elderly Sunset Red Group, holding a cup of tea every day to start his retirement.
Well, if you were to say the only difference between her and the other old knives around her, it would probably be that a group of little short knives particularly like to lie in her arms.
"Yeah, good boy, good boy."
Rubbing Jin Jian's head in his arms, Minamoto Higekiri smiled kindly: "Would you like some snacks? There are plenty here."
After saying that, Minamoto no Higekiri reached out and very naturally took the snacks from the plate in front of Higekiri and brought it to Konken's mouth.
Reaching out and taking a lonely Higekiri: ...
convex
After seeing Imakaki off, Higekiri smiled and looked at Minamoto Higekiri very kindly, pointing to the snack plate beside her: "Hey, you still have snacks here." So, why would you take my snacks to give to others?!
Reaching out to smooth his hair, Minamoto Higekiri took the snacks from his plate and stuffed them into his mouth, answering vaguely, "I know."
"So I saved it for myself to eat."
After swallowing the snack, Minamoto Higekiri tilted his head and looked at Higekiri, whose face was turning darker, and smiled: "I saw you always holding a teacup, and I thought you didn't like these."
With a proper attitude, a sincere expression, and a hint of concern in his tone, Minahigekiri now looks like a good kid who cares about Old Blade.
Higekiri almost believed it: ...Hehe.
I don't believe you.
The two men stared at each other for a long moment, and Minamoto Higekiri was the first to turn his head and admit defeat: "Ah, okay, okay, I admit my mistake."
Raising his hands in surrender, Minahigekiri lowered his eyes in frustration, "From now on, I'll give you half of my snacks."
Higekiri continued to smile and looked at Minamoto Higekiri without saying anything.
"...More than half a dozen! No more!"
It seemed like this had reached its limit. Minamoto no Higekiri looked at Higekiri with a hint of pain in his heart, stretched out his hand and gestured a number: "Don't even think about it!"
“Tsk.”
Suddenly, with a slight chuckle, Higekiri tilted his head and said something completely unrelated to the distraction: "Can you hold a knife?"
Genhigekiri raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected the other party to ask this question. He immediately withdrew his hand and sighed in relief. "Oh, you're going to talk about this... I worried for nothing."
"I can't."
The hands behind her back tightened slightly, and Minamoto Higekiri looked calm, but only she knew the tension in her heart the moment Higekiri said that.
"Huh? You don't know how to do it."
As if feeling a little regretful, Higekiri then stood up and extended his hand towards Minamoto Higekiri: "Well, do you want to come with me to the hand-to-hand room?"
"I can teach you."
The golden cat pupils narrowed slightly, and the pointed fangs were faintly visible. What Higekiri said was sincere, but also revealed a sense of irresistibility.
"All right."
Seeing that there was no way to refuse, Minamoto Higekiri no longer insisted and placed his hand in Higekiri's palm: "I hope I won't make you angry to death by then."
"Because I've never held a knife before."
Faced with Minamoto Higekiri's frankness, Higekiri seemed very patient and nodded gently: "It's okay, it's just for fun anyway."
Upon hearing this, Minamoto no Higekiri paused slightly, then returned to normal and followed behind Higekiri with an unclear expression.
Play for fun? Tsk.
Gen Higekiri, who keenly sensed some other meaning in Higekiri's first question, originally planned that "as long as I am bad enough, the other party will never be patient enough to hold me back."
However, Minamoto Higekiri ultimately underestimated Higekiri's patience.
Even when she couldn't draw her sword and it slipped and hit the opponent while practicing swordsmanship, Higekiri always tolerated all her mistakes with a smile and would only say "It's okay, you are a beginner after all."
Do it again, do it again, don’t stop.
Minamoto Higekiri, who was pinned down by the other party and unable to leave the room, felt that his patience was about to end. His hand gripping the knife handle tightened again and again, and the smile on his face began to stiffen.
Taking a deep breath, Minamoto Higekiri was about to throw the wooden sword in his hand to the ground and say in a tough tone, "Play with it by yourself" to express his desire not to hold the sword anymore. The next moment, a slight sound of breaking air was suddenly heard.
“Snap—”
The wooden blades collided with each other. Minamoto Higekiri looked up and saw Higekiri smiling at her, his hand holding the wooden sword still increasing its strength.
"Since practice hasn't been going well, let's try actual combat."
The sword-wielding god with light milky white hair said this with a smile on his face, but there was a sinister look in his golden cat eyes.
“Pain can be the best teacher.”
"If you don't take it seriously...something might really happen~"
As soon as he finished speaking, Higekiri no longer gave Minamoto Higekiri any room to breathe. His attack was so tight and intense that it didn't even look like a sparring match. He kept approaching and pressing on Minamoto Higekiri's nerves, leaving her no room to react.
His pupils shrank slightly, and Minamoto no longer had the ease and comfort he had before because of Higekiri.
The face of Higekiri in front of her seemed to have turned into another face, and the scene she saw that night seemed to reappear in front of her eyes.
In the dim secret room, the floor was covered in blood and the sword was covered in cracks and on the verge of breaking.
The once kind face became twisted and hideous, and the eyes that were once filled with tenderness were now filled with madness and blood.
His canine teeth bared, and as he began to lose track of his memories and reality, he tightened his grip and closed his eyes. Then, when he opened his eyes again, his aura suddenly changed.
Minamoto no Higekiri, who was originally at a disadvantage and was being beaten by Higekiri like a beginner, was like a sharp blade that had shed all its disguises, and the sound of it breaking through the air was endless.
Now Minamoto no Higekiri is not only able to withstand Higekiri's offensive, but even has the potential to turn the situation around.
More importantly, unlike Higekiri's seemingly oppressive attacks, Minamoto Higekiri's targets were all Higekiri's vital points, which were clearly intended to take Higekiri's life.
In response to this, Higekiri's original expression was quite relaxed, until Minamoto no Higekiri almost knocked the knife out of his hand.
His expression began to become serious, and Higekiri, who noticed that something was wrong with the other party, also showed a serious expression.
In fact, when Minamoto no Higekiri was enjoying his retirement in the divine residence, Higekiri, as the blade closest to him, had been observing him.
Unlike the filtered Higekiri, from the very beginning, Higekiri vaguely felt that there was a sense of incongruity with the human named "Genre Higekiri".
Perhaps it was because of his keen sense of smell, or perhaps it was the special relationship between the two people who shared the same roots that made Higekiri increasingly suspicious of the other party. The strangeness he sensed from Minamoto Higekiri made him feel more and more uncomfortable.
Until today, most of the Tsukumogami in the shrine were out, and Higekiri seized this opportunity and decided to force Minamoto Higekiri to tell the truth.
...Or rather, to see the real Minamoto Higekiri.
However, the facts were somewhat different from what he imagined.
Although he had long anticipated that the other party was not completely ignorant of swordsmanship, when he really pushed the other party into a corner and forced him to remove all disguises, Higekiri discovered that the other party's swordsmanship was even slightly better than his own.
This really...surprised him.
The wooden swords in his hands broke, and the broken wood chips scattered on the floor.
His back hit the ground heavily. Higekiri, who was pinched by the neck and pressed to the ground by Minamoto no Higekiri, was not worried about his life safety. He looked at Minamoto no Higekiri with a cold expression who was pressing on him and even had enough energy to be distracted.
'I was careless.'
Higekiri looked at the other person without saying a word.
And Minamoto Higekiri doesn't look like a normal person at all now.
His golden eyes seemed as cold as those of an animal, filled with pure murderous intent. His face was expressionless, and he looked at Higekiri as if he were looking at a worthless object.
The hand that was pinching the other's neck slowly tightened. Minamoto Higekiri looked at Higekiri, whose expression changed slightly, and only let go after a long time.
"You've gone too far this time, Higekiri."
Staring down at him, Minamoto Higekiri's expression was terrifyingly calm.
"really."
Coughing slightly, Higekiri nodded and admitted, "I should have planned it more carefully."
"Yeah?"
With a rare sarcastic look in his eyes, Minamoto no Higekiri lowered his head, and his sharp canine teeth barely touched his fragile throat.
"Don't mess with me. I don't have the heart to make enemies with you right now."
"I told you, I was simply implicated and ended up here by accident."
"Isn't it good to just sit back and do nothing? I'll leave when the time comes."
"otherwise……"
A thick, bloody murderous intent enveloped Higekiri. There seemed to be a hint of laughter in his tone, but his golden eyes were tinged with red. "I don't think you would be happy to see that scene."
Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and gods were dragged to hell.
She didn't want to see such a scene.
"Be good and don't always try to test me. My temper has always been bad."
So far, the only person who can tolerate her is Kagemaru.
The slender fingertips slowly moved to Higekiri's cheek, stroking it quite ambiguously for a moment. Then Minamoto Higekiri put away his previous expression and put on the mask again.
"Well, you have a really pretty face."
It is no longer beautiful if it is destroyed.
He smacked his lips and was about to stand up, but the next moment, Higekiri suddenly grabbed his waist, and then he felt dizzy.
The two people switched places.
"Yeah?"
The smile on his face became sweeter and sweeter, but Higekiri's aura continued to rise.
"I've never had a bad temper."
It was like a lion that had been sleeping for a long time finally opened its eyes, staring at Minamoto Higekiri lazily and dangerously, baring its sharp white fangs at her.
"But you are an exception."
Looking at Minamoto no Higekiri's face which looked similar to his own, Higekiri stretched out his hand and placed it on the other's forehead, his eyes dark and inexplicable.
"I'll give you what I said before as well."
"You should behave yourself, too."
otherwise……
Gently stroking the other's forehead with his fingertips, Higekiri chuckled.
Then, at this moment, the door of the hand and room was suddenly opened.
"Anika, I'm listening..."
Hibiki's words got stuck in his throat.
"Hegekiri, don't even think about bullying..." Minamoto Higekiri!
Upon hearing the news that Higekiri had taken someone to Handumuro, the frightened group of tantos rushed out, and the words they were about to use to warn the other party not to act recklessly were stuck in their throats.
The air became quiet in an instant.
a long time.
"Hahaha."
Before Mikazuki Munechika could even utter "very good", he was hit in the abdomen by an elbow from the little Tengu.
"...Ha, I mean, this doesn't seem like the right time to laugh."
The death stare from his eldest brother successfully shut Mikazuki Munechika's mouth.
Mustache:......
"If I say we just simply put our hands together, would you believe me?"
The facial expression is sincere.
"Hmm..."
At this moment, Minamoto Higekiri suddenly sobbed and covered her face with her hands. "How silly! How am I going to explain this to my (ex-)boyfriend when I get home?"
Mustache:? ? !
Wait, no, you backstabbed me?!
The many blades whose hands fell on the main body at the waist: the scum among the Fusanggami.
The author has something to say:
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Everyone: Come on, we will join you in the fight :)
Brother Hiji: Wait, I didn’t, I didn’t, let me explain!
Hige: Pervert!
Hige: …#@%#￥……%￥*&*#@!
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Brother Hiji was actually a little bit negatively influenced by Sister Hiji, and his methods became a bit radical, especially when it came to hand-in-hand combat, Brother Hiji was a little bit out of control.
Then, the emotions of the two blades influenced each other, and they almost went berserk together.
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