What Other Agonizing Sensations, Besides Stubbing Your Little Toe, Can Never Be Forgotten?

Land of Demons, a country that only appears in the drama version that has nothing to do with the main story of Hokage, actually exists in this world.

Because it is the first drama version of Naruto: Shippuden, Shinji, who was an old fan in her previous life, has also watched it many times. The protagonist of the story - Shion's sports bra, Shinji also has great appreciation and praise.

Shinji I have always felt that I came to this world too early, and the familiar characters are still in the stage of the girl next door who has not grown up. Except for Tsunade, which is already 106, none of the others can even be called cardamom.

Land of Demons palace, where the miko-sama sleeps.

A young Mikomon with white hair and purple pupils - Shion - stood in front of the door, tilting her head and looking at her mother - Miroku, who only had a face that showed something clearly wrong through the gap in the sliding door.

"Mom, why is your face so red?"

"Uh... I just... feel a little hot."

Looking at his mother who was speaking half-heartedly, as if she was trying her best to suppress something, Shion also showed concern in a very obedient and sensible manner. "Mom, are you sick? Do you need a doctor to see you?"

"No, Shion, mom just went out for a run to exercise and hasn't recovered yet."

"Is that so..." As he said that, Shion sniffed his little nose again and asked, "Mom, why does it smell strange?"

"It's nothing..." Miroku, a gentle young woman with black shawl hair, smiled and coaxed her daughter, "Go back and rest quickly, Shion."

"Mom, where is the blue-haired An Shu from yesterday? I promised to tell Shion stories at night when I have free time."

"Uh..."

Miroku's eyes dodge, and then he raised an index finger and tugged gently. "Maybe he went out for a walk? Tomorrow... we should see him tomorrow! Hey, go back and rest quickly."

Shion pouted, lowered his head and nodded his fingers. "Shion wants to sleep with mom..."

"No!"

Little Shion, who was frightened by the sound of Miroku, felt aggrieved instantly, and crystal tears also appeared in the corners of his eyes in an instant.

Seeing her daughter in this state, Miroku was also heartbroken. If it weren't for some unspeakable reasons, I really wanted to open the door and go out to comfort my daughter at this moment!

"Shion-chan, don't be too willful. You are already a big child, so you have to learn to sleep alone. Be obedient, and I will tell you a story tomorrow night."

After hearing the voice of Shinji coming from the crack in the door, Shion stopped crying in an instant, nodded his head heavily in response with a smile, then turned around and trotted away with his little feet.

Looking at his daughter who was running excitedly down the corridor with her arms open, Miroku no longer bothered to complain about the man who had just been exposed, and called softly in the direction Shion was leaving.

"Shion, you can't run in the corridor! It's dangerous!"

In the dormitory with the door closed, Miroku, whose abnormal expression had recovered somewhat, glanced with his beautiful eyes at the blue-haired man sitting cross-legged opposite him very casually.

It was as if he was complaining that the other party allowed him to show his infatuation in front of his daughter. Immediately afterwards, Miroku, who saw something, also blushed.

The culprit that made him show such infatuation was the other party's long... spicy stick.

Yes, it's the strange snack called spicy strips.

Originally, I wanted to have a good chat tonight with the man who appeared in front of me and my daughter like the wind yesterday and killed Mōryō in an instant. However, before I could even talk for a few words, the man took out that strange food and started eating it in big gulps.

Not only the alluring fragrance, but also the spicy taste that can stimulate the secretion of salivary glands in the mouth, also constantly arouses Miroku's curiosity and desire to try it.

In the end, under the question "Do you want to try it?", Miroku she lost herself and fell deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate herself.

When she woke up, Miroku's hands were already covered in red spicy oil, her pretty face was red, and her mouth was involuntarily inhaling and exhaling due to the spicy oil.

And just in time, little Shion knocked on the door.

Miroku, who knew that this kind of junk food should never be touched by children, also sternly refused Shion's entry. And because he didn't want his daughter to see the spicy strip packaging bag that he had not yet had time to pack, he only exposed his face through the crack in the door to face his daughter.

Looking at Miroku licking his fingers, Shinji was also amazed at the foodie attribute that he had discovered inexplicably.

Of course, this is not to blame Miroku. After all, this world view was created by people who had a pretty good life in their childhood... ahem, and the recipes were also the recipes of people who had a good life in their childhood. It is understandable that they don't have many beautiful things.

After licking his fingers clean, Miroku also got down to business. He closed his eyes and sat upright. After breathing a sigh of relief, he sincerely knelt down and thanked Shinji Dogeza.

"Benefactor, thank you for your help, which saved the world from a disaster and also saved my life."

"If you want to thank me, just wash your hands several times with soap, brush your teeth twice, and rinse your mouth well."

"Huh?"

Miroku raised his head, showing a bit of confusion. He didn't quite understand the other party's request. What does expressing gratitude have to do with washing his hands, brushing his teeth, and gargling his mouth? Is this etiquette in this strange country?

Miroku, who felt that this might be the case, nodded slightly, stood up, and followed Shinji's instructions to wash his hands, brush his teeth, and rinse his mouth.

After all, he is a benefactor. Let alone such small requests, even if he makes a little more or even a lot of requests, he will satisfy them all!

The fact that he was able to survive without having to die because of the seal Mōryō and thus being separated from his daughter was all because of this man. Such a great kindness... must be repaid!

Looking at Miroku walking away slowly, Shinji couldn't help but nod and praise him for being sensible. He still understood one of the three major pains of men - the pain of going to the toilet after eating chili peppers.

In the early morning, Miroku, whose whole body was so weak that it was difficult to even lift his hands, held on to his mud-like body, sat up and rubbed his good daughter's little head.

"Mom, are you sick?"

Seeing his mother's appearance, little Shion once again misunderstood her. With tears in her eyes, she pursed her lips and started sobbing.

After scolding the man who I thought was a gentleman yesterday, but he was a real gentleman, Miroku also spoke very gently.

"Don't worry, Shion, mom just didn't get enough sleep yesterday, just sleep a little longer and she'll be fine."

"Mom, did you talk to me late at night?" Little Shion, who had stopped crying, also blinked his unusually innocent big eyes.

"Well..." Miroku, who thought of something again, blushed and lowered his head, but responded in a low voice.

"What story did the squid tell? Is it interesting? Can you tell it to Shion?" Little Shion also suddenly thought of something, and with an excited face, he tugged on his mother's sleeve and urged her.

"Uh..."

Miroku didn't know what to say, but at this moment, he heard Shion continue to say, "What, it's so annoying. Instead of telling Shion a story, he told his mother a story. Shion wants to listen too tonight!"

Miroku, who didn't know what to say, finally chose to divert his attention with other things and gave up his idea of participating in a story session that was inappropriate for children.

"Shion, do you... want a younger brother or sister?"

Looking at his mother who brushed the hair beside her ear and turned her face to the side with a slightly red face, Shion, who still didn't understand this, tilted his head again.

"No, Shion wants a brother!"

Miroku:...

Late at night again, in Miroku's dormitory.

Seeing Shion sitting in Miroku's arms, Shion and Shinji were also quite speechless, looking at Shion who had acted coquettishly in exchange for a spot in the late-night story-telling session.

Miroku, who was glanced at by the other party and understood what the other party was thinking, shook her head gently, meaning: I can't help it. She insists on listening to the story together, and there is nothing I can do to stop her.

At the same time, little Shion also noticed something and curiously asked Shinji: "An Shumao, why do you keep shaking your legs? Mom told me that this kind of behavior is very impolite!"

Looking at the little Shion who had a serious face and spoke such words solemnly, Shinji also cleared his throat with his hands and replied, "This is all due to the adverse consequences of not brushing your teeth thoroughly and not washing your hands thoroughly. Shion-chan must never be careless about brushing your teeth or washing your hands again in the future, you know? No matter between your teeth or between your fingers, you must carefully wash away the dirty things!"

"Mom, is it true?" The innocent little Shion raised his head and asked Miroku, "Will not brushing your teeth thoroughly and washing your hands really cause you to shake your legs involuntarily? It's so scary..."

"Uh..." Miroku also smiled awkwardly. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to answer. In the end, he could only say, "You're right. You must be more careful when washing your hands and brushing your teeth. Otherwise... it may hurt for a long time."

"It hurts? Is it because of tooth decay?"

"... Almost."

Having said that, Miroku also gave Shinji a fierce look. This man can really say anything. What if he can't teach his daughter the right way?

"Okay, tonight's story session begins!"

"Okay!" Little Shion also cheered and applauded excitedly.

"A long time ago..."

Shinji, who lowered his voice, also entered the state, and used a slightly hoarse voice to talk about a tragedy that was half true and half false and did not belong to this world.

Late at night, lying on his side on the bed, he patted Shion who was sleeping soundly. Because he still couldn't let go of that strange story, Miroku, who couldn't sleep, also patted Shinji's hand away and glared at him with shame and anger.

Although he fell asleep, Shion is still there!

Not today! Absolutely not!

Well I was wrong, change the place!

Please!

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