Names

"I'm a first-time parent."

Kenma nodded slightly, suppressed the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart, and focused his thoughts on Yoruichi in front of him, his brows suddenly raised.

At this moment, Yoruichi was still in the same posture as before, lying on the table with his arms supporting his head, pressing his abdomen.

"Yoruichi, how dare you lie down like this even though you are pregnant? Come down quickly!"

"And what happened when you kicked in the door before and dared to use Flash Step? You were not afraid of accidentally hurting the fetus."

Kenma Although I don't know whether this posture will compress the fetus in the abdomen, I think it's best to change the posture first.

Yoruichi curled her lips, and she knew Kenma would react like this.

"The fetus hasn't formed yet. Where did the injury come from?"

"Prude, it seems you are more worried than me.

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Having said that, Yoruichi still got up from the table and wanted to jump to the ground.

Kenma stood up quickly and opened his arms with a serious look on his face.

"Be careful, I'll carry you down."

"Haha, then you have to hug me well."

Yoruichi put his arms around Kenma's shoulders, and was gently carried by Kenma, slowly placing him on the ground.

Kenma tentatively stretched out his hand and gently stroked his wife's smooth and flat belly. Through that layer of fabric, it seemed that he could feel Yoruichi's body temperature and the brand new life deep inside his belly.

"Hey, you're serious, this is our child, you are going to be a father."

"I'm going to be a mother. Now that I think about it, it doesn't feel real. It's like a dream."

Kenma reluctantly let go of his hand, caressing Yoruichi's delicate cheek, his fingertips rubbed across the chin to the slender and graceful neck, and then followed the smooth skin to Yoruichi's face.

Yoruichi's playful look was reflected in those eyes, and he seemed to feel the same, feeling Yoruichi's happiness at this moment.

But he clearly realized that he didn't feel very happy at all from the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah, people like me can have children, it's just like a dream--"

Yoruichi held Kenma's big hand and rubbed it on his face. He felt the calluses on the palm of that big hand from years of sword practice, which scratched his face.

But now Yoruichi feels an indescribable joy.

"Name--"

Yoruichi murmured in a low voice, causing Kenma to look slightly sideways and ask softly.

"What?"

"I mean the name."

Yoruichi held Kenma's big hand and stroked it on his belly. The previous free and easy and heroic spirit was completely gone at this time, leaving only a gentleness like water in his expression.

"Have you thought about our child's name?"

"Of course, of course."

Kenma nodded calmly, grabbed Yoruichi's hand and came to the desk, pushed the seat further away, and took out the four treasures of the study from the drawer on the desk.

This set of Four Treasures of the Study was originally given to him as a gift by Aizen. He has always treasured it over the years and would be reluctant to take it out under normal circumstances.

After these years of practice, Kenma naturally cannot say how good he is in calligraphy, but he has also learned to write neatly.

At least it's fine for normal reading, and it won't be like before when people see it and complain about it.

The paper was laid flat on the table, pressed flat with a paperweight, and the pen was dipped in ink. Just as the tip of the nose was about to reach the white paper, he suddenly paused.

Kenma turned to look at Yoruichi and asked, "What's your favorite name?"

"The child's surname is Shikokuin Family. At least you can choose the name of the child, which gives you as a father a sense of involvement." Yoruichi said with a smile, "And I'm not very good at naming."

Kenma had gentle eyebrows and was obviously in a good mood. He immediately complained, "How could you have this child without my participation and hard work?"

When Yoruichi heard this, he smiled more simply and urged again and again, "Hahaha, hurry up and write. I'm still looking forward to what name you will give your child."

"Yoruichi, you promised not to laugh at me."

Kenma reminded me that this was a name he had thought of a long time ago, and it represented some kind of sustenance for him.

If I write it down now, if Yoruichi is dissatisfied, I'm afraid I will really make fun of him on the spot.

Yoruichi can really do this kind of thing.

"If you don't smile, as long as you choose the name seriously, how can I laugh?"

Under the urging of Yoruichi, Kenma put pen to paper, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in his hands, as if he had been assisted by a god.

"Huh~"

After blowing the ink on it, Kenma fanned it with his palm again, admiring the words he wrote with interest, and couldn't help but nod his head frequently.

What a calligraphy, it can be called the best of his calligraphy in recent years!

Yoruichi leaned forward, stretched his neck, dropped his golden eyes, and carefully scanned the Chinese characters on it.

"Tong-Ichiro!"

"Shikokuin Tōichirō!"

Yoruichi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but happily slapped the husband beside him on the shoulder.

Snap! Snap!

"You're being serious, I didn't expect the name you gave your child to be such a good name, and the numbers, it's even better than I imagined."

"Even much, much better than the names I struggled to come up with."

Kenma became interested and asked, "Tell me, what name did you give your child?"

Yoruichi's face turned red and he opened his mouth. Seeing Kenma's expectant eyes, he finally gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Don't laugh at me, just, yes--"

"The boy's name is--Shikokuin Yao Yorozu Shinjo, the girl's name is Sanzen Ruri--"

"Ah?"

Kenma's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he heard something unbelievable.

I couldn't help but pick my ears, made final confirmation on Yoruichi, and asked again.

"Yao Yorozu Shinjo? Sanzen Ruri?"

"Yoruichi, are you serious?"

Yoruichi pretended to be furious and immediately shouted, "You said you wouldn't laugh at me!"

"I never promised you, and I didn't laugh."

Kenma turned his face slightly, not wanting to look at Yoruichi, and not wanting Yoruichi to see his expression that he was about to lose control.

Well, Yoruichi got this name, which is really a bit difficult.

Yoruichi shouted, "You are still laughing, you haven't stopped."

"I didn't laugh, I really didn't laugh."

Kenma forced himself to hold back the excitement in his heart. Fortunately, his expression management has always been his strong point.

When he turned sideways and looked at Yoruichi, the expression on his face had returned to normal.

"Hey, Yoruichi, I have to say, you were right not to give me a name."

If I really want my child to be named after Yoruichi from now on, I'm afraid the child will be too embarrassed to see anyone when he grows up.

In terms of secondary level, it is comparable to the [Immortality] of a certain First Hokage captain.

"I told you, I'm not good at this!" Yoruichi gave a sweet shout, and then secretly said in an almost inaudible voice, "Although I think the two names I chose are quite handsome----"

"Yoruichi, you really have no talent in this area."

Kenma I have to admit that every mountain is higher than the other, and Yoruichi this mountain is breathtaking.

Originally, he thought that he was not good at choosing names, and he was still wandering between [Tōichirō] and [Tongwan] before.

However, in view of the reputation of a certain Liu Bobo, I wrote down the name [Tōichirō] first.

Now it seems that compared to Yoruichi's weird name, he also has the appearance of a famous general.

My confidence was restored instantly!

Yoruichi quickly changed the topic.

"Hey, prude, that's a nice name, but it looks like a boy."

"The baby in my belly is too small now and the gender cannot be determined at all. If it is a girl in the future, what name should I give it?"

Of course, Kenma has already had an idea for this.

Put the piece of paper aside and slowly start writing from the paper again.

Yoruichi looked at the flow of Kenma's pen and gently read the girl's name.

"Light?"

"Shikokuin Hikari!"

Yoruichi had a flash of doubt in his eyes and asked, "Why are there no numbers?"

Kenma said softly, "When you add numbers, it always feels a bit nondescript, just like your name [Yoruichi], it feels a bit neutral and not like a girl."

"If it's a girl, I still hope she's softer, brighter, and warmer."

Yoruichi nodded heavily. "That makes sense!"

Immediately, she reacted, looked at Kenma beside her, and raised her eyebrows.

"Then you mean that my name isn't girly enough?"

"Yoruichi, do you want to see if you look like a girl?" Kenma sighed.

"Well~what you said makes sense."

Yoruichi pursed his lips and nodded in agreement subconsciously.

She also has a tomboy-like personality, and is really not as squeamish as ordinary girls.

There was a thoughtful look on his face, and his golden eyes looked at Kenma.

"Kenma, in your mind, what should this child's name be?"

Kenma laid the two pieces of pen and ink flat on the table. Hearing Yoruichi's question, he turned his head to look, a trace of doubt flashing across his face.

He pointed at his two calligraphy paintings.

"That's the two."

"No, that's not what I meant." Yoruichi shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about your current name, but only the name you gave your child based on your original name."

"I remember you said that you were picked up from the mill by the old man Shimazu Family. Later, by some strange combination of circumstances, you became [Kenma]. According to the original, you were supposed to be Shimazu Kenma. Later, you became Shikashuin Kenma after marrying Shikokuin Family."

"You can remove the surname Shikokuin and the name that others gave you. What was your original name?"

"In that case, what would you name the child?"

"That's what I want to say!"

Kenma Clearly, he understood what Yoruichi meant.

Really, it's so simple and there are so many words to talk about. It seems that Yoruichi is not only a bad name, but also not very good at organizational language.

"My last name was this before."

Kenma dipped his pen in ink, drew one stroke at a time on the white paper, and wrote solemnly.

"It was a popular surname during my lifetime, and it is said that my ancestor was Taizong - no, it's nothing."

With the last harvest, Yoruichi looked puzzled and tried to identify the brush, so he tentatively said, "Wu?"

She looked at Kenma and asked, "What was your last name before?"

"Not bad."

Kenma nodded.

Yoruichi asked again, "What's your name? Do you have a word, number, etc.?"

"I have never had a name or a number."

Kenma didn't even raise his head, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper, and said at the same time, "As for my name, I took it from this book."

As Kenma's pen fell, two big characters appeared on the white paper!

"Book of Changes!"

"Yoruichi, have you heard of it?"

Yoruichi frowned, stared at these two words for a while, and finally shook his head.

"No."

"It's okay if you don't have it."

Kenma is not discouraged. There are very few people in the world where he lives who have read <Book of Changes>, let alone Soul Society who is currently in the world.

Even Oda Nobunaga, the only knowledgeable person, may not have read it.

If the name hadn't come from this, he wouldn't have read the book.

Although he has long forgotten most of the content, he still remembers his name clearly.

Kenma picked up the pen again and wrote four big characters.

What a great breast art!

Seeing the four big characters "BRAND NEW", Kenma felt happy. He was in really good condition today. Every time he picked up the pen, he could reach peaks that were impossible in the past.

I have spent so many years brushing and practicing calligraphy, and today is the day I use my pen the most.

"Yoruichi, do you know him?"

Yoruichi nodded and shook his head. "I know three of them, and there is one I don't know."

She stretched out her hand, pointed with her fingers, and said, "What a great art."

Strangely, she remembered that she had learned Fu before, but she just couldn't remember to brush it for a while.

"It's a great breast art." Kenma explained, "It goes without saying, it just means sighing. As for the breast art, one refers to the sky, the other refers to Emperor Pi, and the third refers to the great virtue of the emperor."

"Ruyuan, taken from the first hexagram of the Book of Changes, "Ru", one of the ten wings of the elephant says: Great Qianyi, all things have begun, and they rule the sky."

At that time, Kublai Khan established himself as Khan and established Dayi. The country's title was taken from here.

However, considering that we are in a different world, Kenma does not elaborate too much, but simply explains it.

"There is no art here, it is the art of milk. Qian is the sky, so it is not the beginning. It is the beginning of Heavenly Path."

"To put it simply, it is the grand and vigorous spirit of art, which is the source of power and driving force for all things to originate and transform. This kind of vigorous and endless power proves the saying [Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement]. It is extended and runs through the entire process of the operation of Heavenly Path."

"And my name comes from these two words."

Seeing that Yoruichi was still a little confused, he babbled a few words, but Kenma listened and couldn't even pronounce it correctly.

He then took Yoruichi's hand, pointed at each one from top to bottom, and said, "Read it with me, big! Oh! Breasts! How can you!"

"Big! Oh! Breasts! Why!"

"That's right, great work."

"What a great breast art."

Yoruichi Under the guidance of Kenma Fu Shi, the sound in his mouth became more and more accurate, gradually approaching the pronunciation of Kenma Fu Shi.

After reading it several times, I quickly memorized the pronunciation of these four words Kenma.

She raised her head and raised her face, her golden eyes sparkling, flashing and shining like the bright stars in the sky.

At this moment, her bright eyes reflected her husband's serious look, and the starlight flickered just for the tall figure in her eyes.

"Fake Sutra, your name is two of these four characters."

"So your name is--"

"Wu Dazai?"

Originally Kenma was still nodding his head, but when he heard Yoruichi's words, he almost lost his power within a second.

The complacent mood I had just now disappeared in an instant.

Kenma's cheeks twitched, looking at the Holy Spirit Ruchufu Yoruichi, he was troubled in his heart, and finally sighed deeply.

The co-author just explained that Yoruichi didn't listen at all and just focused on the pronunciation.

Kenma said helplessly, "It's the last two words."

Yoruichi blinked, nodded with a confused expression, and looked down at the large characters on the paper.

The sound is word by word.

"Wu! Breast! Art!"

"Wu! Breast art!"

"Wu Qianyuan!"

"Yes, Yoruichi, that's it."

Kenma The name that once belonged to me still sounds familiar to me now.

It's been a long time since anyone called him that.

He remembered that when he was a child in elementary school, although his name was also taken from this sentence, it was not these two words, but the same as the name of the country founded by Kublai Khan.

Wu Dayi.

Later, when I grew up and was tired, and studied in middle school, I felt that the name was too boring and boring, so I changed it to this name.

Wu breast art!

Perhaps his destiny was too weak to support such a huge name, so the devastated young man died early and ended up in such a miserable and miserable world of the undead.

If one travels to the world of immortality, only an Immortal Emperor or a True King will have a name, a name that is loved by heaven and earth and favored by a great person.

It's a pity that in the final analysis, morality is not worthy of the responsibility. In the final analysis, it is because he did not bear such a huge cause and effect.

I read Yoruichi dozens of times in a row, and kept the original name of Kenma firmly in my heart. My watery eyes were still bright, and I looked at Kenma.

"What's the child's name?"

Kenma Changed to a piece of blind paper, and when I started writing, I felt a sudden Ichiraku in my heart, and then I straightened my face and kept my pen steady as I wrote.

Wu Bilie!

Wu Minggong!

"Oh, cough - if it's a boy, let's call him Pilly!"

Well, that's a good name!

Kenma I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He sincerely felt that it would be really good if the name of the founding emperor of Dayi was ignored.

Shu wouldn't know how to use this name, not to mention it wasn't clear whether the child was a boy or a girl, so he just thought that he, the father, had left an Easter egg for the child.

I never thought it was this fun!

No!

"For girls, let's call her Ming Gong."

Kenma is quite proud and nods lightly. It is also a good name.

The word Ming Palace is taken from the Tang Dynasty and Daming Palace. It is now a national 5A-level scenic spot and one of the top 100 archaeological discoveries in a century.

"Yoruichi, how about it?"

Yoruichi blinked, with a hint of clarity in his eyes.

What should I do? There is another word - she doesn't recognize it.

She clearly remembered that she had learned Fu before, and it was very familiar. She knew people who knew Fu with the same word, but she just couldn't think of it at the moment. It was clear that she could remember Fu with just a little reminder, but she didn't want to be reminded at this time - Fu's feeling.

Scratching your head and ears.

The word [breast] was like this before, and it is like this again now.

Could it be that she hasn't read a book for so long and has completely forgotten all the memories she had when she was a child?

Yoruichi thought deeply for a moment, and finally chose to give up thinking.

She raised the word "F" in her hand and pretended to appreciate it for a while, then showed a look of disapproval.

"It's indeed a good name."

Although she didn't know what was so good about the tears, nor did she understand what it meant.

"Yoruichi, you are pregnant. Please stop working in the team during this period. Leave it to Maeada Lieutenant and Soifon."

"I'll also take a few days off to stay with you at home."

Upon hearing Kenma's words, Yoruichi immediately put down the words in his hand, his eyes became more dazzling, and his head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Okay, okay, I've spent enough time in the team to relax for a few days. You should have fun with me."

"Of course."

Looking at Yoruichi, whose face was shining with joy, Kenma's eyes softened a bit, and his usually serious expression softened.

I'm not crying. I'm performing today. Is it in line with my role as a husband and father?"

"If so, please give me a happy cheer.