one thousand years

Paring

Mikazuki Munechika

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Tsurumaru Kuninaka

RatePG 13

Because everything is subject to change and uncertainty, because everything is displeasing. Because everything is something that cannot be predicted.

If it were not described as colorful and not boring, then one would have to sigh at the inversely viciousness of those things.

When he thought about it until he was disappointed, he only had to smile and accept it...

What a thousand years...that's astonishing.

“Surprisingly,” said a young man with pure white hair in a kimono of the same color. He exclaimed softly while hiding behind a large tree in the shrine, seeing a group of people carrying picks and shovels into the cemetery. He didn't think that coming on a mission this time would turn out to be a return visit to a time period. formerly

“Because it's a view you've never seen before, is that why you're shocked?” a black-and-blue-haired young man in a blue-and-gold karikinu standing next asked. In fact, having returned here This place at this time was still shocking, but the biggest surprise was witnessing the night of sin.

“Ah, that was when I opened my eyes again. It's in that person's hands now.” He replied as he walked away behind the group of people. “Is this moonlight the night of the full moon?”

Looking up at the beautiful black sky on that night, the golden moon shone brightly and beautifully. He had never felt this atmosphere. Never felt this clearness, never felt this coolness

The reason was because at this time he was probably asleep, sleeping soundly. In the arms of the deceased

“Because it was a sad night for Lord Tsurumaru Kuninaga,” he asked, causing the footsteps of the person walking in front of him to stop, his white hair sparkling with gold. And the white face that Miang looked back at was smooth, but there was a tremble in his eyes. Perhaps the fact that this person was able to do this should be considered strange as well.

“Ah, that's it, Mikazuki Munechika,” he replied, smiling. However, those looking at him knew that this was not his usual smile. Smiling as beautiful as ever But filled with...sorrow

Mikazuki just laughed, even though he knew that trying to change the past and return to the flowing stream of history was sad, but now that he saw his loved ones being miserable, he just... Deeply aware of its inappropriateness.

The thought of enemies twisting past events and causing all of them to return to those agonizing days again was beyond measure.

“Go, you just want to pay respect to your old master's grave. Just wait a moment and those people will leave.” Mikazuki smiled as he ran his hands through the pristine white hair repeatedly.

"I want to see that child too."

“Huh?” His brows furrowed slightly because he didn't expect his opponent to mention this matter.

“I want to see the moment my life changes. Don't you think that's surprising?" He chuckled and buried his face in the palm of his hand. It was as if he wanted to hide the tears that were falling on the corners of his eyes and disappear.

Even when it was about other people, he was strong and could laugh, but when it was about himself, he was weak and lost his bearings. Tsurumaru began to feel that he was closer to humans.

"..." But Mikazuki didn't answer. He just squeezed his opponent's hand and pressed it closer to the beautiful face, ignoring the tears. and instead placed a soft kiss on the corner of his eye

“Mi...”

“Then let's go, I miss that little guy too.” His comforting and gentle smile was nothing short of embarrassing. and becoming weaker when standing in front of one's fate, whether it be an object, a plant, an animal, or a human being, there is no difference.

For this reason, they both came to the cemetery, hiding behind a large rock, and saw the vicious behavior of the thieves who were destroying and disturbing the peace of the deceased.

The tomb robbers were dignitaries with many titles, but their eager eyes, hoping to find a valuable treasure, were not at all different from those of ordinary vile robbers.

A moment passed until the people's exclamations of joy rang out. Followed by the sound of the coffin lid opening and that time the familiar spirit suddenly felt it.

Surumaru Kuninaka stood looking at the picture with longing eyes and saw the Hojo clan samurai. of Kamakura picked him up. No, take Adachi Sadayasu's jointly buried treasure from the coffin.

The Tsurumaru Kuninaga from a thousand years ago that was placed in a golden satin cloth was so beautiful that even a thousand years later self would be amazed.

The silver blade, when it was unsheathed, glistened in the moonlight even when it was put back in its white scabbard. It was so white and pure that it made me touch and look at it. It was truly astonishing that even I felt that the little treasure that the child had buried with me was truly worthy of being stolen from the tomb by an intruder.

“That kid has opened his eyes.” It was Mikazuki who motioned for Tsurumaru to look at the soul of Tsurumaru's sword. The Kuninaka from a thousand years ago was dazed, like a person who had just woken up from a dream. The youngster, who was no more than a five-year-old's body, was translucent. Humans cannot see or touch. and cannot hear the sound

“That's right, I remember,” Tsurumaru said. Actually, he had forgotten, but he just remembered that feeling when he saw the little boy slowly let out a sound before his body trembled and he cried out loudly. Of course, the little boy wished to sleep peacefully next to his master. Even if it were to turn into rust and crumble into the ground, even that brilliant beauty would not be able to shine before anyone's eyes.

Even though it must be just a treasure buried together in the grave of a disreputable lord that is slowly decaying into dust, but...

"This is exactly what I thought, Mikazuki."

“What are you thinking?” He turned to look at the other person, who at this time looked like he was rooting for the youngster to get over the dead person.

“Perhaps my destiny has already been determined.” I was destined to experience such a story, so many surprises like this.

"If I hadn't been dug up then..." He looked around. He saw the child who was being held back floating with his own body wrapped in golden silk. The sword spirit could not leave his own body. Can't even have determination or one's own will “How...how will it be?”

"Then we won't meet again," was the short answer.

This time, it was Mikazuki who held Tsurumaru's hand and walked out in front of the grave of the Hojo clan samurai. All that remained was the grave that had been buried and the moonlight hidden by moving clouds, as if the moon had chased the little child.

“I must apologize to you, Lord Adachisadayasu.”

“Mikazuki?”

"But I'm really glad the Hojo family took Tsurumaru away from you," he said, bowing to the grave in apology. But this is Mikazuki Munechika's sincerity. It was a sincerity that he had wanted to tell the people beside him for a long time.

“Mi...Mikazuki, what are you talking about!” he shouted, feeling that this was extremely inappropriate. In front of his first master

“When I found out that Tsurumaru was buried with him, I was extremely sad.”

“!” This is another side of the truth that no one has ever known.

“I am sad that I cannot, as a human being, not be able to dig up your grave and bring Tsurumaru back to this world by myself. So when I knew that He left… so I was very happy.” That was the first time he had cursed his fate of being only the soul of an intangible object. unable to move Can't do anything

"What are you talking about?" Tsurumaru's face turned away. He felt that his body was hot and his heart was suddenly full for no reason, “I…”

Even though he should have been restrained or angered by his former master's harsh words, Tsurumaru's heart responded in a different direction.

“I wish to be at Tsurumaru's side after thousands of years of prayer. Heaven has seen my desire, so I swear before you, Tsurumaru's first lord. That I..."Kneeled down and bowed his head close to the ground to express his sincerity and deep respect.

“I will take care of him and protect him as I have waited for thousands of years. So please rest assured.”

At the end of Mikazuki's words, it was as if a gentle breeze was blowing gently against the skin of both of their cheeks.

The wind was cool and comfortable. Warm and filled with kindness

Maybe...this is a miracle.

"Sadayasu-sama seems to understand," Tsurumaru said as he helped Mikazuki to his feet. In a world where the souls of things really existed, it would not be surprising that the souls of humans would be connected to the thoughts of the living, so they believed. It is believed that his master heard what Mikazuki said.

“Like you know?” he chuckled and looked at his slightly discolored face with satisfaction.

“What should I know? Damn it! This idea is truly astonishing!” It was astonishing that the tombstone robber was envious. What a wonder to want to be human. It is very surprising that our hearts have been connected for thousands of years.

“At this time, we should say that...it's really impressive,” said the person who promised. He raised his hand and caressed the other's cheek. His white skin was soft and smooth and beautiful. His golden eyes shone like precious sapphires. No matter how beautiful the disguised human body is, it reflects the value of the weapon's true form.

Therefore, the guard that was first forged Mikazuki believes that Lord Munechika probably expected from the beginning that Tsurumaru would definitely become the only great sword that made him famous in his lifetime.

It would be difficult for an artist to create such brilliant beauty twice...

“What impresses you? Are you impressed by your differences or what?” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a defiant smile. Among the surprising things that happened to him Perhaps throughout the course of a thousand years, this Mikazuki Munechika Perhaps the most surprising

“How can I be impressed by the true love that I have waited for for thousands of years? "Dear Tsurumaru," he said and suddenly pressed his lips to the other's cheek, causing the recipient to feel embarrassed and have to tilt his head away. However, Mikazuki held his opponent's waist. He also tightened his body in his arms.

“Mikazuki!”

"Don't let me escape again," he whispered softly into his ear. But his voice was firm.

"The moonlight of this night a thousand years ago followed young Tsurumaru to the Hojo clan's mansion. Personally, I will embrace you by your side for the next thousand years, dear Tsurumaru." He kissed her. The other party's thin, light-colored lips again, soft, soft, and diligent in wanting to make a vow of life.

This time, even though Tsurumaru didn't say anything, Mikazuki felt the tears falling on the other person's thin eyelids. That was what he wanted. Don't say anything. There is no need for memorization. Just the moonlight, just the wind just between each other

“I... seem to have discovered the most surprising thing in my life.”

“I'm really glad I'm number one.” He laughed and hugged the other person in his arms with affection.

A thousand years from now...I want to be together forever.