Heavy, so heavy..

Junka Hoshino opened her eyes with great difficulty,

The first thing she saw was the green-eyed young man lying on her body in a daze.

"Master, you're awake!"

The young man who looked slightly cold when he didn't speak,

After noticing her gaze..,

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Junka was unable to make a sound under his weight, so she could only nod,

And use her eyes to ask him to get up from her body.

Who knew..,

Not only did the silver-haired, green-eyed young man not get up, he even reached out and touched Junka's head,

He said, "Hmm... your expression is strange,

Could it be that you're still not feeling well?

Be good, be good, blow it and it won't hurt anymore. "

(No, I'm not in pain at all, but I can't breathe under your weight...)

This young man gave her a very contradictory feeling.

On one hand..,

He could use a very mature and ironed tone to comfort the "Painful" Junka,

On the other hand..,

He was clearly very tall..,

But he was like a child, lying on her body coquettishly.

And she didn't know if it was an illusion..,

Junka always felt that this young man who inexplicably called her "Master" seemed to weigh a thousand pounds,

It gave her the feeling that Mr. Ishikaga Maru, Tarō Tarō, and Jirō Tarō in This Pill suddenly fell down and accidentally pressed her to the ground..

Wait..,

Ishikaga Maru, Tarō Tarō, Jirō Tarō - Odachi?

Thinking of the item in her hand the second before she fainted, she looked at the young man with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"What's Wrong?

Look at me like that. "The green-eyed young man asked.

A drawn-out voice,

Clear green eyes.

Although it was the appearance of an adult,

But... it was very, very, very cute!

"Cough cough cough..." Junka Hoshino pushed his shoulder shakily,

She said intermittently, "That... excuse me... can you... let go of me first?"

"Ah, I see.

Okay. "

The young man obediently moved away and sat upright at the side.

She was finally saved.

Chun Xia spread out her arms and legs and exhaled deeply.

If possible, Junka wanted to stay in this position for a day. However, under the gaze of the young man in front of her, Junka found it hard to ignore him.

Therefore, she could only use all her strength to make herself sit up.

"Be careful, be careful."

The young man held her shoulder. "It's okay if you don't want to get up as long as I'm here. I will protect you anyway."

He finished this sentence in a declarative tone, as if what he said was not a promise, but a simple fact.

…

Junka blushed.

"I'm sorry."

She muttered in her heart, "This is not a person, it's a saber, a saber, a saber, a saber," while trying her best to keep a straight face, she asked, "Excuse me, where is this place?"

Above his head, seagulls spread their wings and circled.

Junka thought that she was still in the ruined hall, trying to summon the odachi in her hand, but the next second, she lost consciousness and came to the beach. This was too illogical.

"Hmm."

As if he was curious and excited, the green-eyed young man excitedly touched her messy hair, and then told her, "This is the Pacific Ocean."

… … The Pacific Ocean?

It must be a lie.

Junka Hoshino, who was struggling to resist the idea of "taking the young man's hand away", opened her eyes in disbelief after hearing the name of the place.

While she was in a daze, the young man couldn't help but touch her head again.

This time, Junka quickly reacted, raised her hands, and grabbed the young man's hand, and said discontentedly, "Don't touch me all the time, you won't grow tall."

The young man was strangely silent.

He stared at Junka for a while, and then turned his head as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong?" Junka asked.

"Nothing," he answered.

How could a person as tall as him feel "empathize" with this sentence?

Also, why was he so happy when he touched other people's heads?

— — Could it be that there was someone taller than him who often touched his head?

Fu Mourning God, who had always believed in his current height, suddenly had doubts.

Junka Hoshino tilted her head and looked at him for a while, and then took the initiative to break the silence.

"Why do you call me master?"

"Because I haven't seen anyone else for a long time."

The young man pulled up the zipper on his collar, sat with his knees bent, and calmly looked at the scene of the waves rising and falling on the sea, and said, "I've been here since I was conscious.

In front of me is the sea, and behind me is an endless forest … It seems like I'll never be able to leave this world. "

"When I saw you, I felt very familiar, and I wanted to lie on your body — — I'm a Dachi, shouldn't a Dachi be hanging on the back of the master?

So, you're the master. "

He said it as if it was a matter of course.

Junka looked at his hair on both sides, and suddenly wanted to touch him.

"You didn't think of a way to leave?" She asked.

"I can't leave."

He said, "Although I can't remember the exact name, I remember that I dropped something very important in the sea, and I have to wait for it to come back."

Junka recalled the conversation she had with Aizen Kunitoshi.

The Pacific Ocean … Aizen mentioned the Dachi that was lost in the Pacific Ocean, what was its name again?

"You're a Dachi." She probed, "For a Dachi, the most important thing is its body.

Could it be that your body fell into the Pacific Ocean? "

The young man blinked.

"Maybe — — right?"

He unconsciously dragged out the last syllable, and with his originally lazy and gentle voice, he seemed to be acting coquettishly, "I can't remember my name, but I'm indeed a very powerful Dachi ~"

"Yes, from your body shape when you transformed into Fu Mourning God, there's no doubt that you're a Dachi." She agreed with a serious expression.

…

Silence again.

"No, master, you can't judge a Dachi based on the body shape of Fu Mourning God."

Fu Mourning God, who had lost his body, puffed up his cheeks and said, "It's not only the Dachi that has the appearance of a child, there are also exceptions, such as — —"

Junka was curious, "Such as?"

"… I forgot." His expression, which had just become lively, became desolate again. "Maybe I really lost my original body.

Otherwise, why would I forget so many things? "

He continued to stare blankly at the sea.

Influenced by him, Junka Hoshino also began to recall. How did she faint?

Did she see anything before she fainted?

What did the Dachi look like when she was holding it in her arms?

Her intuition told her that she had forgotten something very important.

The strange thing was that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember what she had forgotten.

So, she said, "Come here."

Hearing her voice, the young man turned his head, "What?"

Junka pointed at him, then pointed at herself, and finally said, "Don't you like the Dachi hanging on master's back?

Then I'll lie down for you for a while. "

"Can I?"

"Yes." Junka answered him seriously, "But only for a while."

Fu Mourning God, who was about 1.9 meters tall and had a cute face, skillfully put his hands around Junka Hoshino's neck, rubbed his head on top of her head, and then relaxed his body and leaned on Junka Hoshino.

Junka seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.

It was an illusion, it was an illusion.

She comforted herself, and then silently used her Reiki to build an "armor" around her body.

Don't ask her when she learned this trick, people always learn to save themselves when they are in a desperate situation.

"Master, you are so small."

Fu Mourning God was like holding a rare toy, and he was at a loss.

"Master, have you always been so small?

Why did I feel that you were quite big before? "

"… If you have always been so tall, then maybe you have recognized the wrong master." Junka Hoshino frankly suggested, "Since you feel that the touch is not right, why don't you come down?"

"Eh?

No, no, no. "

The young man shook his head, and stroked Junka's black hair with one hand, and his eyes were shining, "It's so nice to be able to touch master's head.

Well, if only there were fireflies. "

(There are no fireflies at the beach.)

Junka was about to ridicule him, but suddenly the scene in front of them changed. The scenery in front of them changed from the sea to a forest, and fireflies were flashing in the darkness of the trees.

(This scene of fireflies is somewhat familiar.)

Before she had time to think about it, Junka Hoshino heard the young man's somewhat bored voice above her head.

"… Well, as expected, as long as I have a wish, the scene will change … Unfortunately, except for the sea, there is only the forest, and it will always be the same scenery."

He stretched out his hand as if to touch those fireflies.

Interestingly, those fireflies were not afraid of him at all.

After seeing his movement, they gathered around him, and flew around his fingers, arms, and even his whole body.

The silver-haired, green-eyed Fu Mourning God's expression was very gentle.

"So beautiful, fireflies," he said.

Junka looked at the fireflies that gathered around and suddenly said, "Have you ever thought that your original body has been found?"

The young man asked indifferently, "Is that so?"

"Yes."

Junka Hoshino raised her head, and just happened to see his chin, "Although you were lost in the sea for a while, you were still found in the end, and someone tried to summon you, but …"

But you were not willing.

The young man tightened his arms.

Junka looked at him quietly, and the scene she saw before she fainted replayed in her mind.

The fireflies that emerged from the katana filled her vision, and in the gathered light, she saw a silver-haired boy with his eyes closed, bobbing up and down in the sea, and she subconsciously reached out to the boy.

"I'm sorry to let you stay in the sea for so long."

Tsukasa Hoshino said, "You've lost your original body and your name. All you have left is some deep-rooted beliefs. Even when faced with the invasion of nightmares, you're still able to hold on to your will. You're really a powerful odachi."

She paused.

Fireflies, the Pacific Ocean, and a katana.

The only one who met these three conditions at the same time was …

"Legend has it that during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Asu Weicheng lost the battle against the Ashikaga, and the blade of his beloved katana was damaged.

Helpless, he could only retreat to the dojo to rest.

"After repeatedly thinking about the loss of the battle and the damage of his beloved katana, Asu Weicheng fell asleep in pain … In the hazy dream, he saw fireflies gathering around the blade … Yes, just as you see now.

When he woke up, Asu Weicheng was surprised to find that the blade had been repaired, and it was the same as before the battle, without any damage.

"So, his beloved katana was named 'Firefly.'"

The girl turned around, faced him, and raised her hand to poke his forehead twice.