Chapter 430 Is the Story of the Underworld Lady About to Begin?

Hojo Kyosuke, who stayed at home, was not idle either. He kept eating.

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

"General, the first batch has been delivered."

Hojo Kyosuke waved his hand without looking back, motioning Hirata to help him get it. Although collecting petals seems to be difficult, the most difficult step is actually to fix the petals on the tree. Such soft and tiny petals will be crushed if the fingers are slightly forced.

It is not enough to brush a layer of glue on the tree and stick the petals on. In that case, it will not be cherry blossoms blooming overnight, but alien deformed plants invading the earth. It is necessary to consider the beauty and ensure that it will not hurt "It's really me". Such a difficult task may not be completed even if those immortals who can do micro-carving come.

Although this is nonsense, it is not a joke!

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

The square wooden box, made of white pine, has a pleasing color and texture. It is usually used to hold high-end bento or high-end meat.

After opening the box, pink petals are neatly arranged on the plastic wrap, one petal at a time, and under the exquisite box, the delicate cherry blossom petals look as beautiful as the little maid waiting for the emperor to come back.

Looking at the petals with the same size and spacing, the obsessive-compulsive patient Hojo Kyosuke felt a sense of comfort. So when it comes to packaging, or the sense of ritual, it has to be Japanese. When I become a cherry blossom fairy, I must give Xisaki a cherry blossom god general.

The petals were sprayed with a special potion as soon as they were collected, which is similar to the potion that will not go bad for a hundred years after being sprayed on fruits.

Hirata Shunryu, who was standing by, saw his brother's satisfied expression, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and quickly sent a message to tell the military advisor.

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

With his eyes focused, like embroidering, his hands did not tremble or hesitate, and with his unparalleled body control and deft hands, he fixed the soft petals on the bare branches. With his current operation, even an immortal who can cut the nucleus with a knife would have to sit and discuss with him.

Hirata Shuntaka was so angry that he dared not breathe, for fear that he would disturb his elder brother because of his breath. No, it’s not that he dared not disturb, but that the beautiful scene in front of him made him reluctant to destroy it. In such a situation, he felt that it was a sin for a vulgar person like him to breathe or speak.

Under the moonlight, a young man in a white shirt stood on the metal stairs. He was concentrating, twisting a pink and white cherry blossom with his slender fingers with distinct joints, and his dark eyes were indescribably gentle, as if he was gently sending the fallen cherry blossoms back to the distance.

"Handless Devil", "As expected of me"

The former is Tokyo's fearsome chief of bad guys, and the latter is a cherry tree with an indecent name. The two who have nothing in common have achieved a perfect unity.

Hirata Shuntaka heard that his elder brother was going to participate in the Tokyo Youth Exhibition. He had racked his brains before, but he didn't know what was good about those messy paintings. But at this moment, he had an epiphany in his heart: even if he was a fool who could only draw stick figures, as long as he could draw 20% of the picture he saw at this moment, he would definitely win the prize.

If he hadn't handed the cherry blossoms to his elder brother himself, Hirata Shuntaka would have thought that his elder brother was repairing the moon. Only a great miracle like making every day a full moon is worthy of his elder brother's concentration at this moment.

Two Hojo Kyosuke appeared in front of Hirata Shuntaka, one with a slightly frowned brow and a murderous look on his face, exuding the deterrence of an ancient beast in his every move, and a casual slash could split people four meters away. He was a monster among monsters that could only be described as a monster.

One has gentle features, and his every move is in harmony with the rhythm of nature. His movements are so gentle that he seems afraid of disturbing the moonlight. Even barking dogs will subconsciously calm down when they see him. A gentleman, a banished immortal from heaven.

So the hand that can knock him out of the life revolving lantern with one punch can also do such a delicate thing? Such a gentle gentleman should wear a wide robe with big sleeves, recite poems and drink fine wine.

Hirata Shuntaka admired it quietly, and felt that if possible, he could watch it like this for the rest of his life, just like the stone steps in front of the Douzhan Buddha Cave.

You want to see my boss without stepping on me? Dream on!

Buzz buzz buzz——

The sound of the mobile phone vibrating instantly woke up Momotaro who had just fallen asleep. The little furry four short legs immediately stretched straight and jumped up, and the black bean eyes looked around vigilantly.

Seeing that the general on the ladder stopped moving, Hirata Shuntaka's face also changed suddenly. Who dared to disturb the commander-in-chief? Did he forget to mute his phone? But his phone was clearly placed on the grass in front of him, so that he could see the message immediately even when it was muted.

Then there was only one possibility! Momotaro! When did you learn to use a mobile phone! ?

The buzzing sound was still ringing, and Hojo Kyosuke was not in a hurry. He slowly fixed a lifelike cherry blossom in his hand on the branch, and looked at it twice before nodding with satisfaction, and then took out his phone.

Hmm? Why did she call me? Why didn't she hit her head with a brick when she was bored?

While thinking, he sat casually on the stepladder and answered the phone.

"Don't call me to bother me if you have nothing to do." He didn't even say hello.

"Something? If you have something, then don't call me."

"I'm impolite? You are the one who has a problem calling a single man at 3:30 in the morning!"

"Why can't I call myself single? Do I have to be unmarried until I'm 30 to proudly call myself single?"

"Yukinoshita? Don't you understand? If it's her, she will be even more mean than me. No, you can't get through to her at this time. She will definitely hang up without hesitation, and she may even call the police directly. In this respect, I am really too kind, and I can be called the new era of Jesus."

"So you are so lonely that you can only fall asleep peacefully by listening to the voice of a beautiful boy in the middle of the night?"

"I am too narcissistic? Is this the only thing you want to deny? Sure enough, even if I wasn't there, you would call another innocent boy. It seems that I have done another good thing and prevented an ignorant boy from falling into the abyss."

"..."

Hirata Shuntaka looked at his elder brother who was talking non-stop under the bright moon above his head with a confused look on his face, not knowing whether he should cover his ears or bury his head in the ground. Glancing at Momotaro who was staring at his elder brother, he decided to learn from the commander-in-chief's close minister and quietly began to eat melons.

"Is there something important? Are you planning to go to China to become a monk?"

"...I see. Thank you. I will give you a thank you gift tomorrow."

Hojo Kyosuke's face gradually became serious. After hanging up the phone, he walked down the ladder. Hirata Shuntaka stood up quickly, his hands touching the warm white towel and his head bowed, waiting for the next instruction.

"I'm going out for a while." Hojo Kyosuke took the towel and wiped his hands, and said softly.

"Yes!"

Hirata Shuntaka replied in a low voice, and then trotted to the gate of the courtyard. Hojo Kyosuke hesitated for two seconds, looked at the room where the debut was stored, and finally chose to grab Momotaro with one hand.

Time moved forward slightly.

Xisaki sat in a black business car, surrounded by several people holding notebooks. Each of them wore thick glasses, and the lenses reflected the fluorescence of the screen.

This is the "Tokyo's Last Cherry Blossom Collection Team Temporary Headquarters". It is not an easy task to collect enough cherry blossoms when all the cherry blossoms have withered. Although nearly 400 members of the organization have been mobilized, it is just a drop in the ocean compared to the huge Tokyo.

If you want to search Tokyo thoroughly, you must come up with a charter, so the temporary team was established.

The members of the runaway team formed temporary teams based on their place of residence. The headquarters was responsible for assigning search locations. Once cherry blossoms were found, the nearby teams would be called to support the collection immediately.

This is not an easy task. How many people can be dispatched to a large area to maximize efficiency, which area has a higher probability of finding cherry blossoms, the coordination between team members, and even the performance of each motorcycle, etc. must be taken into consideration.

This is not the end, because it is late at night when even ordinary bikers have gone home to sleep, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, a monitoring team must be organized to prevent those idiots from getting excited about this super-large action.

The scale of 400 people is already quite impressive. If the development of things is beyond control, then Xisaki himself will probably have to commit seppuku to apologize.

Fortunately, among the biker angels, there are not only martial arts factions such as "Onibaku Duo" and "Three Tigers of the World", but also a group of intellectual factions with brains that can easily enter prestigious schools. So Xisaki's temporary command center was established.

They are in charge of calculations and dispatches in the center, and they are determined to sacrifice their lives to search Tokyo inch by inch!

But...

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

Small sealed bags were piled on the table, each with only three or four cherry blossoms. Everyone squatted by the table, staring at these petals that they used to trample into mud without paying any attention. If Xisaki hadn't already said hello to the nearby Kobansho, with their current posture, they would probably think they were engaged in the flour business.

"Ah!! I'm so useless! I'm going to die under the cherry tree and use my blood to make it bloom again!" The man in black No. 1 cried out.

"Don't be silly, you don't have that much power." The man in black No. 2 also looked decadent.

Xisaki crossed his arms and looked at the cherry blossoms in front of him, his face was ugly like an alien from the back of the earth.

"I am Xisaki Tetsuta, and I swear to bring back all the cherry blossoms in Tokyo with unwavering determination!"

The heroic words are still echoing in his ears. Is it only possible to commit suicide to apologize?

No, it's not that step yet! I must stay useful to complete my big brother's mission!

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

What should I do if there are too few resources? The ancestors of Neon have already given the answer!

Package, package, and package again, add some ritual, some thoughts, and some other random things. Meat is also sold by the slice, with one piece of fish on a plate, to express his awareness!

He called his subordinates who ran a sushi restaurant at home and asked them to bring all those high-end bento boxes that deceived people immediately, while he carefully processed the petals he had collected.

Time passed little by little, and after receiving the message from Hirata Shuntaka, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then the more serious situation made him tense again.

A huge map of Tokyo was hung in the carriage, divided into a fan-shaped area with Bunkyo-ku as the center. All the searched areas were marked with blood-red crosses. At this moment, the six central districts of Bunkyo-ku, Shinjuku-ku, Chiyoda-ku, etc. had already been crossed out. The search of Arakawa-ku, which was highly expected, was also almost completed.

Nothing was found! Even the cherry trees in the nearby mountains and forests that were subjected to lower temperatures had withered. The two wooden boxes that were just sent might be the last batch!

Is this still the country of cherry blossoms? Asshole! How dare you call it that without cherry blossoms that bloom all year round? Xisaki was extremely angry. He felt that he might have a little understanding of the true meaning of his elder brother's order.

The runaway angel who dominated Tokyo was just like this cherry blossom. Even if he could be gorgeous for a while, he would inevitably end up sadly and end up in a miserable end.

This is also the truth of the world. Flowers cannot be red for a hundred days, and people cannot be good for a thousand days.

But!

I, Tetsuta Kisaki, have an elder brother. My elder brother is Hojo Kyosuke!

He only needs one sentence to make the withered cherry blossoms bloom again. He is a miracle maker! He is our god!

"This is the will of the commander-in-chief! It is the order of the runaway angels!"

Kisaki said in a deep voice, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse. No matter what he paid, he would make his elder brother's unity run through.

"This is the will of the commander-in-chief! It is the order of the runaway angels!"

He repeated, and his bloodshot eyes fiercely swept over everyone in the car. And the members of the runaway angels, who were also haggard, felt an inexplicable emotion rising in their chests.

"Will we disappoint the commander-in-chief?" Kisaki asked in a deep voice.

"Never!" The others shouted loudly.

"Will we present all the cherry blossoms in Tokyo to the commander-in-chief?"

"Absolutely!"

"Then, let's go."

Kisaki closed his eyes and calmly uttered the last sentence.

"Target, Yamazakura Group."

Yamazakura Group, that is a real gangster organization. It is said that there is a beautiful mountain cherry tree in the yard of the organization's headquarters, so they just used this name.

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

"The cherry blossoms are still beautiful during the Golden Week"

This is the proudest thing of the Yamazakura Group, and they always talk about it.

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