"Yoizumi-nii, are you going to see my brother today?"
"Yes."
"Please wait a moment! I'll be right back!"
Genya anxiously rushed to the kitchen, and after a short while, he ran back with a box. He had specifically washed his hands and carefully held the food box out to Yoizumi.
"These are ohagi. Could I trouble Yoizumi-nii to take them and share them with my brother?"
"Just don't say they're from me."
ohagi, Yoizumi had eaten them before; they were sweet and delicious.
So Sanemi Shinazugawa liked these.
Yoizumi nodded, taking the box. The box had been well preserved by Genya and was still warm.
"Thank you, Yoizumi-nii."
Using Blood Demon Art: Instant Shadow, he arrived at the temple where they usually trained together.
Today, Yoizumi was the first to arrive, holding the food box quietly, waiting for the others.
"Ah? Yoizumi-nii, you're here so early today," Muichiro said as soon as he saw Yoizumi standing there, greeting him with a smile.
Yoizumi took out a still-steaming ohagi from the food box and offered it to Muichiro.
"Want some?"
"Thank you."
Muichiro sat on the stone steps beside Yoizumi, taking small bites of the red bean paste ohagi.
Yoizumi casually took one himself and sat down next to Muichiro. The outside was soft and chewy, and the red bean paste filling inside was dense. Genya must have made it himself.
Delicious.
"You two..." Iguro Obanai looked speechlessly at the two people on the stone steps. Before he could utter his complaint, Yoizumi forcefully shoved an ohagi into his mouth.
He stared at the ohagi in his hand, wanting to speak but holding back. Facing those two emotionless pairs of eyes, he felt that if he were to get angry, it would be like punching a cotton ball.
He silently leaned against the stone pillar, his back to the two of them. Eating was a troublesome task for him, and his appetite was small; he couldn't eat much.
Only when he was with Kanroji, watching her adorable expressions while she ate, would he gain a little appetite, eating slightly more than usual.
Sanemi Shinazugawa, however, liked ohagi. He would give it to him when he arrived.
"Tch, am I the last one?" Just as he mentioned Shinazugawa, he arrived.
Sanemi Shinazugawa stood with his arms crossed, looking at the scene of the three of them each holding an ohagi, his eye twitching slightly.
Huh?
Before Iguro Obanai could act, Yoizumi spoke first.
"Eat," Yoizumi said, pulling out another ohagi and holding it out to Sanemi Shinazugawa, who coldly pushed it away with force.
"I'm not eating!"
Yoizumi had promised Genya he would share it with his brother, and since Yoizumi had promised, he would deliver.
As for how he did it, never mind.
Taking advantage of Sanemi Shinazugawa's inattention, he forcefully shoved it directly into his mouth. Under the other's almost murderous gaze, Yoizumi calmly took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
"Mmph! Mmmph..." Shinazugawa angrily tore off half of the ohagi. That bastard!
He chewed forcefully, as if the ohagi in his mouth was Yoizumi himself. After a moment, he suddenly froze.
This ohagi's taste... it was so familiar.
It seemed it couldn't be given away. Iguro Obanai resignedly untied the bandages wrapped around his mouth and quickly finished it with his back to the other three.
"I'm done, Yoizumi-nii."
Muichiro drew the nichirin blade from his waist. His youthful, smiling face carried a strong fighting spirit.
"Let's spar first today."
"Alright."
The frost-white nichirin blade, its sharp edge glinting coldly. Regarding Breath of Snow: Sixth Form,
he had a small idea.
Although it was just a prototype, it was worth a try.
"You need to be careful."
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