350. The foggy yesterday cannot be looked back on

“……”

In words, it is probably the scene that was swept away by a typhoon.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fuyuki even felt that his adjectives were a little too thin, so that he couldn't express the fucking feelings in his heart at all.

The wooden wall, which was originally used for projection and artistic transformation, was beaten like a hedgehog by countless glass standards, densely piercing the entire wall. The shiny glass reflects countless beautiful patterns in the sunlight and shines on the floor.

In the corner of the wall was a large pile of small jars that emitted a pungent smell of alcohol. You don't even have to look at it to know that it's definitely brewed in it. But I don't know why the mud on it seems to have been slapped off, allowing the wine to volatilize in the air, bringing a rich smell to the room.

As for the broken table, the broken tatami mats, and the knife broken into a dozen knots, it is even more strange.

I always feel that it's not people drinking here, but two groups of people fighting here.

"Ah...... I'm in trouble now......"

I'm not going to clean up.

Feeling that he had dressed up for the dog, Blowing Snow sighed, but walked down the stairs on tiptoe, opened the window and began to replace the air in the hall.

As the air gradually flowed, the pungent smell was gradually carried out by the breeze, bringing the fresh smell back to this small villa.

And in the process of going downstairs, Fuyuki also found the appearance of the three people.

It seems that the reason for what happened, they also posed in various poses, and fell asleep in place.

For example, the little girl who called herself Akula was like a dead dog on the railing of the small balcony, and her body and clothes were rattling in the wind.

Ruifeng, who used to be the captain of the Coast Guard, hugged the Admiral with tears on his face. Leaning against the corner of the wall, he slept on his feet in a shabby admiral coat. Blowing Snow tried to pull it, but found that no amount of force could pull the two men apart.

But the expressions that remained in the sleep of those two people were as terrifying as being bombed by a nuclear bomb, so Blowing Snow was not to say that he was envious, but he felt a little pity for these two people.

They have nightmares when they sleep, and it looks like they are not under a lot of pressure on weekdays, right?

Fuyuki shook her head slightly helplessly.

"But......"

However, the presence of these characters is understandable. But the other one doesn't know.

In the speechless gaze of Blowing Snow, the sound of water in his bathroom kept coming.

Accompanied by the overflow of tap water and soap foam, a single ponytail girl in a white dress floated face down in the large bathtub like a floating corpse, and from time to time two bubbles were muttered to convey the message that the person was still alive.

…… What happened to make it like this?

And who's soaking in the bathtub?!

Where did you get your medicinal wine? So soaking won't have any medicinal results, okay? And no one will drink it at all!

No, wait a minute, I heard that the ship's bath water is rare for a rare reason, and there seem to be some people in the mainland who want to drink it.

‘…… Now is not the time to think about this. ’

Putting aside the evil idea of finding someone to sell to make money after taking a bath, Fuyuki stood on tiptoe and rolled up his sleeves, ready to take out the outsiders who were soaking in the bathtub.

However, because the soaking time is too long. Plus the hair is really a bit long, even if the girl who soaked in the bathtub is fished out, Fuyuki can't recognize who she is when she looks at the long-haired monster-like covered face.

If it weren't for the vague confirmation of the identities between the ship girls in the subspace, Fuyuki would even think that the person who soaked in the bathtub and was accompanied by soap bubbles was a human. Who has ever heard that a ship's mother can drown? If this kind of thing is said, it is simply a joke in the world.

But then again, what should I do if the ship's mother is drowning?

The faucet was screwed on and the drain gate was opened. Looking at the girl who was laid flat on the floor of the hallway, Blowing Snow fell into deep thought.

"Poof...... cough cough cough ......"

But she didn't have to think about it for long, the girl who was fished out was on the ground for a while after being a dead fish. As if he had an idea, he suddenly clutched his chest and coughed.

In the strange gaze of the blowing snow. After squirting out at least half a jar of soapy water, the white-clothed girl with her hair softened her strength a little, and barely leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

“……”

And then there was no response.

Like a statue, he stared at the ground with empty eyes, and let the water droplets on his body drip down without any reaction.

And it doesn't look like there's any intention to introduce yourself. Instead, the girl who was holding her legs and looking at the floor in a daze, Fuxue waved her hand at her rather dissatisfied and shouted at her.

"Hey, I said who are you?"

“…… Who am I? ”

The blank girl slowly raised her head and looked at the blowing snow with a blank expression.

It's like a power outage and reconnection. The girl sitting in the hallway just watched the blowing snow. Then the godless pupils gradually spread, and suddenly there was a spirit, startling Blowing Snow.

"-It's me!"

With the speed of electric shock, she quickly touched the damp hair covering her face to the side, pointing to her beautiful face, and the girl looked at Fuxue with a sincere face and said loudly:

"Did you forget? I'm the Yamato you said I could always challenge you! ”

"Ahh

Don't get excited, sit down and talk about it first.

Pressing the slightly excited girl, Fuyuki looked at the face carefully.

Although it was a little white and swollen, Fuyuki immediately remembered the maverick Yamato. However, Blowing Snow thought about it and found that things were not simple.

"But no, why are you here?"

“…… yes, why am I here? ”

I remember that I was in the middle of a spiritual practice, huh?

Regarding this matter, the Yamato also seemed to be quite troubled, and slowly frowned.

"I remember going to the gendarmerie and challenging the whole gendarmerie, but they wouldn't show their strength. Then I thought that you said I could challenge you at any time, and I came to you. As for what happened next, I really can't remember. ”

Yamato covered his head, thinking in confusion, completely unable to figure out why he was soaking in the bathtub, but vaguely recalled some fragments.

But for reasons that are too ridiculous, Yamato didn't say it.

Nudes, fists, wine, soap, what is this?

But for some reason, Yamato suddenly felt that he might not be able to defeat Captain Fukiyuki in his life.

Only this impression is firmly in my mind, juxtaposed with the heroic impression of the 111th senior's single-handedly cutting off the cannonball.

…… Sure enough, something was wrong.

The Yamato, who was covering his head, suddenly felt that his life had fallen into confusion from then on.

"Forget it, don't think about it if you can't think of it. You're here anyway, you're here. Then it's just a good time for me to pack up all the things in here. ”

Looking at the confused Yamato, Fuyuki tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly said. (To be continued......)