Kyosuke Hojo, who stayed at home, was not idle, he was eating non-stop.

After a while, Hirata's mobile phone shook, and after taking it out and looking at it, he took two steps forward on his knees, lowered his head and said:

"Commander-in-chief, the first batch has been delivered."

Hojo Kyosuke waved his hand without looking back, motioning for Hirata to help him get it. Collecting petals may seem daunting, but attaching them to the tree is the hardest part. The petals are so soft and tiny that the fingers will be pinched with a little force.

It's not just a matter of sticking the petals on the tree, so that the cherry blossoms don't bloom overnight, but the alien deformed plants invade the earth. It is necessary to consider the aesthetics and ensure that it does not hurt "it is really me", such a difficult task may not be completed even if those immortals who can carve miniature may not be able to accomplish it.

It's nonsense, but it's not a joke!

Hirata quickly returned and placed the two wooden boxes in front of Kyosuke Hojo.

The boxy wooden box, made of white pine, looks pleasing to the eye in color and texture, and is generally used to hold high-end bento boxes or high-end meat.

After opening the box, the pink petals are neatly arranged on the plastic wrap, layer by layer of petals, under the delicate boxing, the delicate cherry blossom petals look as beautiful as waiting for the emperor to renew the little palace maid.

Looking at the petals that are the same size and spaced apart, Kyosuke Hojo, an obsessive-compulsive patient, only feels comfortable physically and mentally for a while. So when it comes to packaging, or a sense of ritual, it has to be a neon person. When he becomes a cherry blossom fairy, he must give Sakura a cherry blossom god general.

The petals are sprayed with a special potion as soon as they are collected, similar to the one that will not spoil for a hundred years after being sprayed on a fruit.

Hirata Toshitaka on the side saw the eldest brother's satisfied expression, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly sent a message to tell the military advisor.

Kyosuke Hojo picked up the tools he had prepared and began to cast the magic that only he could cast.

His eyes were fixed, like embroidery, and his hands did not tremble or hesitate, and with his unparalleled body control and dexterous hands, he fixed the soft petals to the bare branches. His current operation, even if the immortal who can cut the atomic nucleus comes, he has to sit down with him.

Hirata Toshitaka didn't dare to breathe because he was taking a breath, for fear of disturbing his eldest brother because he was taking a breath. No, it's not so much that he doesn't dare to disturb, it's better to say that the picture in front of him is beautiful and he can't bear to spoil it. In such a situation, he felt that it was a sin for a layman like him to gasp or speak.

Under the moonlit night, a young man in a white shirt stood on the metal staircase, he was engrossed, his slender fingers twisted a pink and white cherry blossom, and his dark eyes were indescribably gentle, as if he was gently returning the fallen cherry blossom to a distance.

"No hand devil", "It's really me"

The former is the feared bad commander of Tokyo, and the latter is a cherry blossom tree with an unscrupulous name, and the two have achieved a perfect unity.

When Toshitaka Hirata heard that his eldest brother was going to participate in the Tokyo Youth Exhibition, he didn't know what was so good about those messy paintings before he wanted to break his head, but at this moment he had a realization in his heart: even if he is a fool like himself who can only draw stickmen, as long as he can draw 20% of the picture he sees at this moment, he will definitely win the award.

If he hadn't handed over the cherry blossoms to his eldest brother, Toshitaka Hirata would have thought that his eldest brother was mending the moon. Only the great miracle of making every day a full moon worthy of the concentration of the big brother at this moment.

Two Hojo Kyosuke appeared in front of his eyes, one browning slightly furrowed and his face full of anger, exuding the deterrence of an ancient beast in his gestures, and a random slash can split a person four meters away, a monster among monsters that can only be described as a monster.

One is the gentle eyebrows, every move and natural rhythm, the movements are gentle as if they are afraid of messing up the moonlight, even the barking dog will unconsciously gentle down when he sees it. A gentleman, an immortal in the sky is also.

It turns out that the hand that can knock himself out of the marquee of life with one punch, can he also do such a delicate thing? Such a gentleman who is as gentle as jade should wear a wide robe and big sleeves, recite poems and books, and drink wine.

Hirata Toshitaka admired it quietly, and only felt that if he could, he could see it like this for the rest of his life, just like the stone steps in front of the Buddha Cave Mansion.

If I don't step on it, I still want to see my boss? Dream!

Buzz Buzz –

The sound of the mobile phone vibrating woke up Momotaro, who had just fallen asleep, instantly, and the little fluffy four little short legs immediately jumped up, and the black bean eyes looked vigilantly in all directions.

Seeing that the commander-in-chief's movements on the ladder stopped, Hirata Toshitaka's face also changed suddenly. Which unsightly one dares to disturb the commander-in-chief? Did you forget to mute your phone? But his phone was clearly placed on the grass in front of him, so that he could see the message immediately when he was silent.

Then there is only one possibility! Momotaro! When will you still learn to use a mobile phone!?

The buzzing was still ringing, but Kyosuke Hojo was not in a hurry, slowly fixing a vivid cherry blossom in his hand to the branch, and looked at his eyes before nodding with satisfaction, and then took out his mobile phone.

Well? Why did she call me? Why don't you hit your head with bricks?

While thinking, he casually sat on the herringbone ladder and connected the phone.

"Don't call me if it's okay." He didn't even say hello.

"Something? If you have something, don't even call. ”

"Am I rude? You're the one who calls a single man at half past three in the morning! ”

"Why can't I claim to be single? Do you have to be proud to be single at the age of thirty without getting married? ”

"Under the snow? Don't you understand? If it were her, it would only be meaner than me. No, it is impossible for you to get through to her at this time, you will definitely hang up without hesitation, and you will call the police directly if you can't say it. I'm so merciful in that respect, I'm the Gisses of the new age. ”

"So you're so lonely that you have to listen to the beautiful boy's voice in the middle of the night to fall asleep?"

"Am I too narcissistic? Is that all you want to deny? Sure enough, even if you didn't have me, you would have called another innocent boy. It seems that I have done another good deed, preventing an ignorant young man from slipping into the abyss. ”

“……”

Hirata Toshitaka looked at the eldest brother who kept talking with the bright moon above his head with a confused expression, not knowing whether he should cover his ears or simply bury his head in the soil. Glancing at Momotaro, who was staring at his eldest brother next to him, he decided to learn from the commander-in-chief's close ministers, and silently began to eat melons.

"Got down to business? Are you planning to become a monk in Huaxia? ”

“…… Well, I see. Thank you, I'll give you a thank you gift tomorrow. ”

Kyosuke Hojo's face gradually became serious, and after hanging up the phone, he walked down the herringbone ladder. Toshitaka Hirata hurriedly stood up, his hands touching the warm white towel and standing aside, waiting for the next command.

"I'm going to go on a trip." Kyosuke Hojo took the towel and wiped his hands, and said softly.

"Yes!"

Hirata Toshitaka whispered, and then trotted towards the gate of the courtyard. Kyosuke Hojo stood in place and hesitated for two seconds, glanced at the room where his debut was stored, and finally chose to grab Momotaro with one hand.

Time shifted forward slightly.

Shimisaki sat in a black van, surrounded by several people with notebooks, each wearing thick glasses that reflected the fluorescence of the screen.

This is the "Tokyo Last Cherry Blossom Collection Force Temporary Headquarters", and it is not easy to collect enough cherry blossoms when all the cherry blossoms are gone, and although nearly 400 members of the organization have been mobilized, it is only a drop in the ocean compared to the huge Tokyo Metropolitan Government.

If you want to search Tokyo, you have to come up with a charter, so an ad hoc group was formed.

The members of the rampant will form a temporary team based on the division of their place of residence, and the command will be responsible for distributing the search location, and once the cherry blossoms are found, they will immediately call in a nearby team to support the collection.

It's not a simple matter, but you need to take into account how many people can be dispatched in the area to maximize efficiency, what areas are more likely to find cherry blossoms, the coordination between the group members, and even the performance of their respective bikes.

That's not all, because it's already late at night when even ordinary mobsters have gone home to sleep, so in order not to add unnecessary trouble, it is necessary to organize a monitoring team to prevent those idiots from getting excited about this mega operation.

The scale of four hundred people is already quite impressive, and if the development of things is out of control, then Samisaki himself will only have to apologize for his seppuku.

Fortunately, there are not only martial arts factions such as the "Ghost Explosion Duo" and the "Three Tigers in the World" in the Rampaging Angels, but also a group of intellectual fighting factions whose brains are so good that they can easily be admitted to prestigious schools. So Misaki's temporary command was formed.

They are responsible for the calculation and dispatch in the central government, and they vow to search the Tokyo Metropolitan City inch by inch with the consciousness of sacrificing their lives!

But......

One hundred and fifty people turned Chidorigafuchi upside down, and only found a hundred petals.

Small, sealed bags were piled up on the table, each containing only three or four cherry blossoms. Everyone squatted at the table, staring intently at these petals that had been trampled into mud in the past and did not bother to pay a little more attention. If it weren't for the fact that Xi Saki had already greeted the intersection next to him, with their current posture, I am afraid that they would have thought that they were engaged in the flour business.

"Ahh I'm so useless! I'm going to die under the cherry blossom tree and make it bloom again with my blood! The man in black screamed.

"Don't be stupid, you don't have that much power." Men in Black No. 2 also had a decadent face.

Samisaki looked at the cherry blossoms in front of him with his hands on his chest, and his face was ugly as if he was an alien from the back side of the earth.

"The contemptible Tetsuta Saki vows to bring back all the cherry blossoms in Tokyo with an unwavering consciousness!"

Those bold words are still echoing in my ears, can I only commit suicide and apologize?

No, not yet! You must be useful to complete the task of the big brother!

Shisaki's face changed, and then he slammed the table.

What if there are too few resources? The neon ancestor has already given the answer!

Packaging, packaging, packaging, packaging, adding a sense of ceremony, adding a little heart, and adding some other messy things. Meat is also sold in pieces, and a plate is filled with a piece of fish meat, so as to express your consciousness!

He called his subordinates who owned a sushi restaurant at home and asked them to bring all the high-end bento boxes that fooled people at once, while he carefully handled the petals he had collected.

Time passed, and after receiving Toshitaka Hirata's message, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then the more severe situation made his spirit tense again.

A large map of Tokyo hangs in the carriage and is divided into a fan around the Bunkyo ward. All the searches have been painted with blood-red crosses, and at this moment, the six districts in the center of the city, such as Bunkyo Ward, Shinjuku Ward, and Chiyoda Ward, have already been crossed. The Arakawa area, where high hopes have been pinned, is also nearing completion.

Nothing! Even the cherry blossom trees in the nearby forests, which were subjected to lower temperatures, withered. The two wooden boxes that were sent just now are the last batch!

Is this still the land of cherry blossoms, bastard! No cherry blossom that blooms all year round dares to call it that name? Samisaki was furious, and he felt that he might have understood the true meaning of his eldest brother's order.

The rampaging angel who dominates Tokyo is just like this cherry blossom, even if it can be gorgeous for a while, it will inevitably end miserably in the end.

This is also the truth of the world, no flower is red for a hundred days, and no person is good for a thousand days.

But!

I'm a person with a big brother, and my big brother is called Kyosuke Hojo!

It only takes one sentence to make the withered cherry blossoms bloom again, and he is a miracle worker! It's the gods we wait!

"This is the will of the commander-in-chief! It's the order of the Runaway Angel! ”

Samisaki said in a deep voice, his eyes blood-red and his voice harsh. No matter what he gives, he has to let the unanimity of his eldest brother run through.

"This is the will of the commander-in-chief! It's the order of the Runaway Angel! ”

He repeated, his bloodshot eyes viciously sweeping over everyone in the carriage. And the members of the rampaging angels who were also emaciated by the giant gods only felt an inexplicable emotion rising in their chests.

"Will I disappoint the commander-in-chief?" Sasaki asked in a deep voice.

"Never!" The others shouted.

"Shall I present the cherry blossoms of all Tokyo in front of the commander-in-chief?"

"Absolutely!"

"Let's go, then."

Samisaki closed her eyes and calmly spat out her last sentence.

"Target, Yamazakura group."

The Yamazakura Group, that's the real Yakuza organization, and it's said that because there's a beautiful Yamazakura tree in the yard of the organization's headquarters, it's just a name that was used.

And now, the cherry blossom tree has been taken care of, and the already long flowering period has been extended again.

"Cherry blossoms are still beautiful during Golden Week"

This is the proudest thing of the people of the Yamazakura group, and it is always on the lips of the people. (End of chapter)