Kanroji Mitsuri
At dusk, Kanroji Mituri and I walked along the mountain road. Her cherry-colored braids bounced with her brisk steps, and she was holding two large bags of uneaten cherry cakes in her hands. Sometimes she raised her head to smell the smell in the air, and sometimes she turned back to show me a bright smile, with bright eyes. It didn't look like she was going to fight at all, but like she was going for an outing. When the ghost burst out from the forest, she instantly thrust the cherry cake bag into my hand. The soft sword was thrown out like a pink whip, wrapped around the ghost's limbs, and pulled easily - the ghost fell heavily to the ground. The battle ends in the blink of an eye. The first thing she did after sheathing her sword was to take back the bag of cherry cakes, take a big bite happily, then narrow her eyes and give me a victory sign. The sunset made her smile sweeter.
About Kanroji Mitsuri
At dusk, Kanroji Mituri and I walked along the mountain road. Her cherry-colored braids bounced with her brisk steps, and she was holding two large bags of uneaten cherry cakes in her hands. Sometimes she raised her head to smell the smell in the air, and sometimes she turned back to show me a bright smile, with bright eyes. It didn't look like...Read more