Yusuke Konomon, the only son of Tainori Konomon, the lord of Tsujino Castle.

The entire Tsujino Castle is a young man who is honored as a "young master......

Why, is he here?

Tsuji's eyes were filled with deep incomprehension, and she raised her head, as if she was trying her best to catch the man's figure, but under the glow of the light, the object in her eyes seemed to be separated by a layer, flickering and shaking, making her eyes a little sore.

Memories of Yusuke Konomon came to mind, and that was when the old man was still dead, just a few years ago.

No, it's not just about the memories of Yusuke Konoe.

- It was even more distant, from seeing the man named Koichi Nakamura wake up with his own eyes.

The memories flow to the end in flashbacks, and then they are refracted back in narratives, and the memories that make her unhappy and painful awaken from the dusty corners of her brain.

"Do you remember me...... Miss Tsuji Shofumi. ”

The young man stood up from his seat and stepped down step by step, the light behind him blurring his figure, revealing a subtle sense of overlapping the unreal and the real.

"Yes, too...... After all, you and I once had such a fate that ended without a problem. ”

He said lightly and stood in front of Tsuji Zofumi.

Tsujizo looked at him with a dead eye, as his words, memories of the past two years ago rose in his mind, fluttering, roaring, destroying his calm and self-contained heart into ruins.

Yusuke Konomon's beautiful woman-like face gave birth to a wonderful smile.

"The reason for tying me up...... Is it because of that man? ”

Tsuji was tightly clamped, sitting weakly on the ground, his body bound by ropes, and even his voice seemed weak.

"Because of that man? That person - Koichi Nakamura! ”

Tsujizo's tone suddenly rose to a higher pitch, like a sudden whistle, and the sound suddenly became high.

She stared at the young man in front of her closely, but her mind had already flowed with her memory to the time when she first met Koichi Nakamura five years ago.

……

Su Zeying stood in front of the City Lord's Mansion, a heavily guarded mansion like a heavy palace standing in front of him, here, in the past, there were usually guards in teams of ten people guarding here, wearing heavy armor, looking at passers-by coldly, guarding the master who lived in this mansion.

Although he had only passed through this place once in the past few days, the fierce temperament and arrogant overlook of those people had already left a deep impression on Su Zeying.

After all, he thinks he is also a very pretending person, and in the face of the same pretending armor guards, he is really prone to have a vulgar idea of knocking their pride into the dust and trampling it under his feet. However, he has not yet reached the situation of such a complete villain boss, so Su Zeying just walked by silently, although he secretly gave the mansion a middle finger.

But now it's completely different.

The originally closed door of the mansion was now deeply opened, and the door panel that could only be broken by a dozen people holding on to the logs was torn apart, and on the steps from the gate of the mansion to the street, there was a corpse lying horizontally at this moment, and the red thing overflowed from the steps, looking extremely viscous and terrifying.

- That's blood.

And there was even more thick black smoke accompanied by the fire between the mansions, and this scene was simply a battlefield.

Su Zeying narrowed her eyes.

Hands on bridges, knuckles crossed, chakras surging, seals—

"Bang!"

The smoke rose, and in the same place, the child who was short disappeared, and what appeared here was an ordinary young man with a tall and thin body and cold eyes.

After performing the transformation technique, Su Zeying raised his steps without hesitation, stepped on the steps, stepped on the viscous blood water, and walked towards the city lord's mansion step by step.

……

Memories rush away like muddy water, leaving the muddy sand in its place, leaving only joyful and warm experiences like clear streams meandering away.

But the sediment exists after all, and as long as you look back, the sediment will be disturbed, and it will rise up in the water, staining the flowing water of memory with dust and black ashes.

Fragments of memories passed through the mind, flickering like a marquee.

Tsujizo, who grew up to be a sixteen-year-old girl, met the man for the first time.

The man with blood on his chest drifted down the stream, unconscious, his face pale, and his chest looked like a bright red flower.

Because of the narrowness of the shore, he was gently washed ashore by the stream, and half of his body sank into the water, but half of his body remained on the shore.

However, for some reason, his right hand always held a long knife with a black handle tightly, dark and cold, giving people a calm and desolate feeling.

Tsujizo looked at the man in a daze, walked slowly over, and then crouched down.

"He ......"

Tsuji Zofu stretched out his hand, testing the man's snort, and suddenly screamed!

"He's alive!"

A few days later, the man woke up in the attic, and although he looked a little terrible with the scar on his face, the vicissitudes of life made people very curious.

"Thank you for bringing me back...... What is your name? ”

He looked at her who was timidly shrunk to the side, and said softly with a smile:

"Tsuji...... Tsujizo smoked ...... What about you? ”

She looked at him, her eyes full of timidity, but also curiosity.

“…… Koichi Nakamura. ”

For some reason, he was silent for a moment, then laughed.

——

As the months passed, the old man who had saved Tsujizo from his escape confronted Koichi Nakamura with the same kindness, his body gradually recovering, and his face smiling, while he began to help with some things in the store that had been passed down for decades.

Koichi Nakamura was still clumsy at first, allowing Tsuji Zofu to find a deep sense of superiority in him. From time to time, the sound of Tsujizo's joy can be heard in the storefront:

"Haha, you can't even do this!"

"Stupid stupid!"

"You're a pig, you have to recommend different houses to different guests!"

In the face of her big grin, Koichi Nakamura was consistent and smiled.

However, he is really a very smart man, and he has soon mastered all the qualities and skills required for this job, and he copes well with the guests who come and go, which makes the "Xingye Huiju" a lot more prosperous.

Feeling a little frustrated, Tsuji Shofuki began to trouble him, picking at the eggs from time to time, but Nakamura Koichi accepted all the sarcasm without hesitation, and never moved.

Tsuji Zofu is not an ignorant person.

So it went on like this, and her attitude towards Koichi Nakamura softened more and more, and in the end, those occasional grievances looked more like coquettishness.

And every now and then, the old man would look at them with pleasure, like the kind and gentle Ojisan that any family would have.

Once upon a time, Tsuji thought that time would pass so casually that such calm and warm days would last long after.

But she was wrong.

This is only two years.