Naruhito (23)
An irritated-looking Hiiro put on a red military uniform and dressed me in a black one.
Yoshino cut and sewed the left sleeve of the uniform for me, so it wasn’t in the way.
Both Hitachimaru and Gramps were wearing the same uniform as me. Is Prince Hiiro in a bad mood because only his is a different color?
“Hiiro, you look cool.”
When I said that, he hmphed and smiled a little.
“I don’t like red.”
Ah, it’s about the color after all~ Even though it suits him.
Otoha also joined us, wearing a different kind of outfit. It seems to be the formal attire women wear, called a kimono. The obi created some shape on her back, and it looked beautiful. I couldn’t help but be captivated. I thought a color other than black would be better for the kimono.
“Otoha, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you. You also look cool, Naru.”
As the two of us showed each other our unusual clothes, Hiiro, who still seemed displeased, said, “Let’s go.”
The castle was huge. I would probably get lost, but Hiiro walked briskly. In the hallway, where fewer people were present, voices echoed.
“Sekitora, stop it. It’s Father’s decision. It won’t be overturned anymore.”
“Shut up. It’s not Father’s decision, but yours, isn’t it?”
A sign of drawing a gun. Just as I thought of charging at Sekitora with a knife held in my right hand, the gun suddenly flew. I changed the angle of my face to avoid the gun and Sekitora’s kicked-up arm. Since it’s difficult to judge distance with the perspective of one eye, the gun was closer than I thought.
“Whoops, sorry.”
The person who kicked up Sekitora’s gun apologized and quickly left the scene. I also moved away, but there was a slight pain in my right leg, and I limped a bit.
“Oh, Rikimaru won.”
Princess Akemi’s voice sounded.
“Are you injured? Really, sorry.”
I looked closely at the person apologizing. Is this Hitachimaru? Thin, raised eyebrows. Large eyes with downturned corners. Thin lips. Looking at Sekitora, it looked like he was held down by Hitachimaru.
Huh?
I looked at the person next to me again. The face was similar, but he was thinner and smaller than Hitachimaru.
“It’s okay.”
When I answered,
“I see, that’s good. I’m Senmonin Rikumaru. I look just like my brother, right? I’m often told that~”
Smiling, Rikimaru spoke. An older brother. I’ve heard that before. About Princess Akemi? Hiiro mentioned it. Huh? If they look alike, is Hitachimaru also an older brother? I’m getting confused. While I was confused, Rikimaru continued to talk cheerfully.
“You’re fast. Are you the guard of my sister-in-law? Are you in Hiiro’s mansion? Can I come and play next time? Let’s train together.”
Sister-in-law. Is the sister-in-law he speaks of Nijou Mihane? No, she’s dead, right?
I don’t know what’s going on anymore…
“Rikimaru, it’s not over. Don’t play around.”
In my bewilderment, Hitachimaru’s voice sounded, and Rikimaru shrank back.