Chapter 444: The relationship is based on mutual names
Hideki Morohoshi dragged Aito Miyamoto to the training ground. I don’t know when the training ground was decorated into a Christmas atmosphere.
Hideki Morohoshi looked at the gaudy training ground, which was completely opposite to the simple style of the past, with a strange expression.
He didn't let anyone else dress up like this on the training ground, right?
The rest of the Morohoshi family who are at home on vacation are also on the training ground at the moment.
The children of the Morohoshi family grasp guns at an early age. Even if they are not police officers, they must learn to shoot.
However, there are still relatively few people in the Morohoshi family who are not police officers.
"Xiu Shu, do you want to teach your friend how to use a gun?" asked a man who was practicing gun shooting.
Hideki Morohoshi glanced at the other party and said nothing.
"He is my cousin." He introduced Miyamoto Aito.
He has too many cousins, even uncles and the like, and he has been trying to distinguish them from a very young age.
"How's it going? Do you need our help?" Several men who were originally using the training ground stopped what they were doing and asked, arms around each other.
"No need." Hideki Morohoshi replied coldly.
Even to his so-called cousin, he couldn't act like a child. At most, he wouldn't mock them with contemptuous eyes.
"Do you want to try it?" Hideki Morohoshi asked his friend.
He knew that Miyamoto's marksmanship was very good.
"No need." Aito shook his head.
The training ground here is not as organized as it is, and there are other people there.
He can't show off his marksmanship in front of others.
"Give it a try, little brother, guns are a very fun thing." Morohoshi Hideki's brothers said.
At this moment, they want to show off their marksmanship and teach the children.
After all, Hideki Morohoshi is so unlike a child that they cannot feel the feeling of admiration from each other.
"Miyamoto doesn't need you to teach me." Zhuxing Hideki frowned.
With Miyamoto's marksmanship, he didn't need the guidance of his unreliable cousins.
Maybe Miyamoto's level is higher than these cousins.
"Xiu Shu, do you want to teach your friends by yourself? That would be great too..." Several people turned the guns in their hands, or dismantled and reassembled them, as if watching a good show.
The door to the training ground was opened again.
The sound of footsteps and shouts reached everyone's ears
"Stars——"
"Miyamoto——"
Everyone looked towards the door. Kikukawa Seiichiro, Jiang Shouhuang, and Takizawa Shinya waved and walked over slowly.
"Here, if you call me Zhuxing, many people will turn around." A cousin from Zhuxing's family said jokingly.
"Yes, after all, all of us who live together have the surname Zhuxing." Another man also said with a wink.
"Between friends, just like family members, just call each other by name, right Hideki?" They patted Hideki Morohoshi's shoulders and asked.
Hideki Morohoshi slapped his cousin's hand away violently, showing an impatient expression while blushing to the roots of his ears.
"Are you done practicing? When you are done, let the training ground out." Hideki Morohoshi said.
Obviously, even allowing them to use the training ground at the same time would not be enough.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave it to you, have fun." Several cousins simply put away their guns and left.
After all, their cousin is already teetering on the verge of getting angry, and it would be bad if he continues to tease him.
Offending the future boss will not end well.
"Don't pay attention to what they say..." Hideki Morohoshi watched several figures leave, breathed a sigh of relief, and spoke to Silver Bullet's friends.
"Indeed, there are many people named Morohoshi..." Miyamoto Aito said thoughtfully.
"If you call me Hideki, you won't admit your mistake, right?" He asked in a questioning manner.
"Then I'll call you Hideki from now on." Then he decided to himself.
Morohoshi Hideki, who had no time to speak at all, looked dull and blushed.
Only the elders had always called him Hideki, and no one of his age had ever called him that. Even Jiang Shou and the others called each other by their surnames.
"In that case, we have always addressed each other by our last name. I am not the only one with the surname Jiang Shou..." Jiang Shouhuang thought for a while and spoke.
"There are many people in the Kikukawa family..." Kikukawa Seiichiro also echoed.
In terms of people, the Kikukawa family should have the largest number of people. After all, in addition to those who are related by blood, the Kikukawa family also adopts orphans who are not related by blood, giving them the Kikukawa surname and cultivating their Noh playing skills.
"I'm not the only one named Takizawa..." Takizawa Shinya also shook his head.
They all live under the glory of their parents or ancestors, and they are proud of it, but this does not mean that they want to lose their names.
"So let's call him by his name from now on, Hideki." Jiang Shouhuan said with a smile. Unsurprisingly, he saw his friend's calm expression despite his red face.
"It's up to you." Morohoshi Hideki had a "what's the point of caring about this kind of thing" and "boring" expression, as if he really didn't care.
If your face didn't turn red, it would probably be very convincing.
"Then when we call Miyamoto from now on, we'll also call him Aito, right?" Jiang Shouhuang looked at Miyamoto Aito again.
The clothes the white-haired boy wore today were cute and in line with the theme of winter and Christmas.
"The name Aito... I always feel that aito (love) is always on my lips..." Takizawa Shinya said pretending to be profound.
"If you keep talking about love, doesn't it sound like you are always confessing your love?" Kikukawa Seiichiro said suddenly.
People in the art field always have rich imaginations.
"The name itself is a confession," Hideki Morohoshi said calmly.
"The person who gave you this name must love you very much, Aito." Kiyoshiro Kikukawa looked envious.
His name means... first son.
The eldest son who carries the glory of the Kikukawa family and has high hopes for him.
So it has no meaning of its own.
"Well, my mother..." The boy with white hair and blue eyes thought of something, his eyes were extremely gentle.
"You do love me very much." He said softly.
In order for him to die calmly, death gave him eternal life.
Before he died, he gave him a name that meant love and the ability to be loved.
The surname Miyamoto did not originally belong to him, only the name Aito has belonged to him since his birth.
But now, he is Aito Miyamoto.
"I love my mother very much too." Aito lowered his head and said with a smile.
He likes the love that the other person is willing to die for him and is thinking about him even before he dies.
So he should give equal love to his mother.
He should also deeply love his mother who died for him.
"I like this name very much too." He continued in a positive tone.
He should also like this name which proves his mother's love.
It would be great if all his family members could love him as much as his mother does.
"Aito looks very happy, but I don't know why I always feel a little strange..." Kikugawa Seiichiro touched his arm.
"Maybe it's a little cold at the training ground?" Takizawa Shinya shivered and said.
Suddenly I felt inexplicably cold.
"Aito, are you cold?" Hideki Morohoshi asked with a frown.
He didn't feel cold, he just felt... a sense of danger.
"I'm not cold, do you feel cold? But isn't the temperature in the training ground twenty degrees..." The white-haired boy was a little confused.
Everyone wears quite a lot, shouldn’t it feel hot?
So would ordinary people still feel cold if the room temperature is 20 degrees Celsius even if they wear so much?