Chapter 050
"Hey, hey, hey! Shouldn't you explain yourself?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga poked his furry white head into the entrance of the clinic cafeteria. Then, with a pretentious expression, he retracted his head and turned to ask the person standing upright behind him. "That big monk who's feeding the master, he's a monk, right? Who is he?"
Yagen Toushirou glanced at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was whispering to him without lowering his voice, and then said in a calm voice: "That is the Rock Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, Gyoumei Hirumi, and he is the one who took her in after the admiral came here."
"Oh, I see." Tsurumaru Kuninaga nodded his pale head up and down, a look of realization on his face. "But, he's so tall, he looks even taller than the taro dachi in Honmaru... And, look at that macho man and little girl combination, it's something that even taro dachi doesn't have."
Yagen Toushirou's cold purple pupils moved, so, what do you want to say?
Receiving the boy's questioning gaze, Tsurumaru Kuninaga folded his arms across his chest, a look of regret on his face, "It's a pity that in this era we don't have convenient cameras like modern ones, or even cell phones. Otherwise, we could have taken a picture of it and showed it to Taro Tachi after we were found by the Time Government."
Yagen Toushirou: ...What are you trying to show him? Are you living such a comfortable life that you're planning to go after even the few stable units in Honmaru?
Tsurumaru Kuninaga: It would be better if life had some shocks, otherwise the heart would die before the body.
While being fed by Beimeijima Xingmei, Qingxi took the time to briefly explain to him the matter of Yagen Toushirou and Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
Perhaps because Qingxi came here from another world, when Jiro picked up the "food allowance" for her and gave it to her in the form of two sword tsukumogami, Beimeijima Xingmei was shocked at first, but then he didn't feel anything more.
After lunch, Beiming Island Xingming was ready to leave. He rubbed Qingxi's head at the door of the clinic. When he came to see her before, Ueno Arata had told him that the injury on Qingxi's face was a bit serious and it was very likely to leave a scar.
The big monk who gave people the impression of being tall and difficult to approach was also worried at the moment. No, it should be said that he had been worried since he knew that the little girl was disfigured. In fact, whenever he encountered a ghost in the area he was patrolling in recent days, he would just kill it with an axe.
He had hoped that when Ah Xi grew up, she would find a good family to marry into and live a peaceful and happy life. But now, even this small hope was destroyed by the ghost.
Men love beauties. Since he doesn't love beauties and doesn't want his wife to have scars on her face, Ah Xi will...
The blind young man had been silent for far too long. Feeling the top of his head about to be rubbed bald by him, Qingxi looked up and asked in confusion, "Mr. Beimingyu, do you have anything else to tell me?"
Gyoumei: "...Aki, I heard about your face from Dr. Ueno."
Qingxi understood and explained, "I have my own medicine, and it won't leave scars on my face. I used it on someone last year, so there's no problem. Don't worry, Mr. Beimingyu."
Worried that the other party might not believe her, she added, "If you don't believe me, Mr. Beimingyu, you can come over when you're free. Then I'll let you touch my face and confirm for yourself."
Beiming Island Xingming was silent for a moment, but still sighed and said, "Okay, I understand."
"See you next time, Mr. Beimingyu."
Qingxi watched the young man leave before turning back to the clinic.
During the days that followed, Qing Xizhen finally experienced the power of the "waste review manufacturing machine".
Thoughtful! It was really thoughtful, so thoughtful that she wanted to lie down and do nothing.
Half a month later, the minor scratches on Rengoku Kyojuro's body had healed, and the serious injuries were turning into minor injuries due to the body's own rest. The only thing left was the broken ribs, which could be well taken care of at home, so after saying goodbye to Kiyoki, he returned to his home with the help of Mrs. Ruhi and Chijuro.
Thinking of Madam Ruhu, Qingxi felt quite embarrassed. On New Year's Eve, she went out wearing the small-patterned kimono that she had given her before. There were some tears on the small-patterned kimono, and there was a large area of dirt on it. Although the clothes were taken off and washed after she was rescued, the damaged parts were mended by the skillful sister in the clinic and flowers were embroidered on the visible parts to cover the mending. However, she could only wear it on ordinary days. She could not wear this dress in some slightly formal occasions. Then there was Kyojuro, who also went out with her. Her son almost lost his life. Even so, when the two of them came to see Kyojuro while recuperating in the clinic, he did not forget to come and see her, and even talked to her, saying that he did not blame her... He is simply a good person.
The Great Cold has passed and the Beginning of Spring has quietly arrived. The snow that has accumulated outside has finally melted away quietly as the temperature rises.
"How many days are left? I feel like it's been three months already. I can finally take the casts off my arms."
Under the eaves, the girl was groaning as she leaned against a large crow that was pecking at a broccoli tree that was longer than its own body.
"Master, I suggest you go to sleep."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was eating a hamburger fruit from the hamburger tree provided by Qingxi, mumbled, "There's everything in dreams."
Qingxi glared at him, but all he got was an innocent shrug from He. "Even if you look at me like that, Master, there's no way I can shorten a month to a day."
"If you are really bored, He will take you shopping." He jumped down the corridor and stood in the yard. He opened his arms towards the girl who was sitting on the wooden corridor with her legs hanging outside, making a gesture as if he would pick her up.
But before Qingxi could say anything, Jiro, who was quietly acting like a pile driver beside her, started to cackle in dissatisfaction, as if he was dissatisfied with Tsurumaru Kuninaga's shouting. He spread his wings as if to say, "If you open your mouth again, I will slap you."
"Gah, don't teach the kids bad things."
This time it was Qingxi's turn to shrug at him. "I promised Jiro before that I wouldn't leave the clinic until my injuries were healed. I'd be surprised if he didn't hold a grudge against you for encouraging me right in front of him."
"No wonder, Master, the farthest you've traveled in the past two months is to this crow house." Tsurumaru Kuninaga lowered his arms and walked to the wooden floor, then with a light jump, sat back down on the floor. "But Master, you're a real homebody. If it were Tsuru, I'd be too busy all day."
Not surprisingly, because his words did not please Ya, he once again displeased Jiro, and this time Jiro even slapped him for real.
"Alright, alright, alright, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I won't encourage my master to go out on the street anymore." Tsurumaru Kuninaga put his head in his hands but didn't move his bottom. "That's enough for you."
Qingxi, who was watching the scene, thought it was just a joke. Afterwards, she shook her head as if sighing, "We are all birds, why can't we just get along well?"
It has to be said that with a trouble-making crane by her side, he can always find various things to keep her busy. Just watching the two birds "pecking each other" now makes her feel interesting.
After the two of them had pecked enough, she asked, "Where's Yao Yan?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his hand and ruffled his hair that had been pecked by Jiro. He said, "I'm helping out in the front."
"After all, he is receiving a salary from Ubuyashiki-sama, so naturally he has to help when the wounded are sent here." Tsurumaru Kuninaga saw that the little girl beside him was listening attentively, and thought that her knowledge of her origin came from the game, and she probably didn't know much about other things, so he simply gave her a crash course on the origin of Sword Man.
"Yagen Toushirou is a sword that has been on the battlefield, so he is quite adept at treating and bandaging external injuries."
Qingxi tilted his head: "I'm actually quite curious about you sword men."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga cooperated and said, "For example?"
"Ya Yan is a dagger made of..." What's the short sword made of light?
"Awataguchi Yoshimitsu." Tsurumaru Kuninaga completed the girl's stuck words.
"Yes, that's Awataguchi Yoshimitsu." Qingxi nodded. "Awataguchi has the most tantos, so why, for the same tanto, does his polarized and non-polarized forms have different height settings?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga said that he couldn't answer this question either.
So he said casually: "Maybe it's because Yaoyan...he has grown up."
A hint of disdain flickered in Qingxi's blue eyes. "Can a short sword grow into a wakizashi? I'm really learning something new. Can I see Tsurumaru Kuninaga with a large sword next time?"
"That might not work." Tsurumaru Kuninaga continued to talk nonsense, "After all, Tsuru is already a grown-up Daiken. How much longer can he grow?"
The two people, one big and one small, looked at each other, and then someone laughed first, and then a burst of laughter rang out in the yard.
He has no idea that he has become a topic of conversation among others. Today, Yagen Toushirou is still doing his job of treating patients and prescribing medicine.
After laughing, Qingxi returned to something Tsurumaru Kuninaga had mentioned before, "Yakuken has already found a job here, what about you? Are you planning to become a ghost hunter?"
"Master, haven't you heard? The katana is blind at night," Tsurumaru Kuninaga said, making fun of himself. "Every time the Time Travel Army came up with a night battle, our previous Shinsengumi would send out the tanwaki."
"Then what do you want to do?" Qingxi asked, looking him up and down.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga leaned his body, completely disregarding the fact that the girl was still a child, and rested his furry head on the girl's thigh. He said cutely, "Me? I'm following the master. I am your sword now."
Qingxi opened his eyes wide: "You actually want to be a gigolo?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga choked, but immediately said with a smile: "Little white face? Not impossible, Tsuru is still very popular."
Qingxi: "I refuse."
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