"Hey! Ha!"

Taro Shizushima waved the Tai sword in his hand. Each sword had a terrifying momentum, using a real sword, not a simple vibrating rod.

With each swing, the sweat on my body was swung out.

It’s not like this that sweating, and you can’t vent the depression of Taro Shizushima.

"Taro, I said, it's enough, don't accidentally hit yourself." Tomomi Shizushima looked at her younger brother worriedly.

Since I woke up early in the morning, my brother stood in the dojo and waved his sword. He was still using a real sword. The weight of the sword is not light, and when he touches his body, he will be fragile.

Unexpectedly, it was already afternoon and I was still standing there and waving. This was a devilish mania.

I read the news last night that I said that after the Nara Divine Sword inheritance was like this, and I was obviously very excited.

It would be great if I could put my persistence in swordsmanship elsewhere.

Like her, Tsubasa Tomomi, now she just focuses on making money, and being rich is not a dream.

After the inheritance ceremony on the 15th, the business will definitely usher in a new round of rise. Being able to have extraordinary kendo is a perfectly good news for all the gyms across the country.

However, there are still hidden dangers. If the person who inherited the Divine Sword was a famous swordsman, his family's temple would definitely be the only one in the market.

There is something that the family dominates the country and kills other small colleagues. In short, the situation is not optimistic. When everything is on the 15th, you will know who the Divine Sword has been passed down.

Unfortunately, my elder sister was too strict and didn't reveal any news. She didn't know how to support her own temple.

Thinking about the business world like this, Tomomi watched Taro wave it for another half an hour and finally lay on the ground like a dead fish.

He intakes more and has less air, breathes rapidly, and his chest is violently undulating, which is very scary.

"Taro! Don't force yourself so much."

Tomomi is not as capable as her elder sister to speak up the second-class persuasion words. It is very convincing to say those words of sword heart and sword intent from her elder sister.

But the swordsmanship of Tommei's three-legged cat is better than saying that kind of beautiful words.

No one believed it even though he said it.

I can't say it shamefully.

"Second sister, am I really not talented?"

"It's not... very, let's talk about it, it's very difficult to inherit the magic sword. Didn't you even see that even Kiyomi didn't go?"

When I thought that even my elder sister was not selected, Taro Shizushima felt a little relieved. Although I was sorry for my elder sister...

But, it was still comfortable in an instant!

"Let's go, it's okay tonight. Second sister, I'll take you to have a delicious meal!"

"It will definitely revitalize your energy and fill your confidence!"

Without saying anything, Tomomi Shizushima pulled her brother into the car. Although Taro was exhausted, if she wanted to resist, her second sister couldn't drag her.

Pengmei’s car is still a small car I bought with a loan in the past. Although the dojo made a lot of money, all the tuition fees received by the first batch of students before graduation could not be said to be a guaranteed security.

This is the problem in the education industry. Before a teaching cycle ends, the money received is just an unsafe mirage.

Taking my younger brother to Adachi for dinner will also relieve Tomomi's own pressure.

As he drove slowly to Adachi, Taro Shizushima was also a little confused.

"Second sister, is the place so far?"

"You don't have to worry about the distance between food. You will definitely be full of energy after eating the food in that restaurant!"

Others don’t know that Tomomi Shuangdao promises that she will be full of energy!

"Adachi."

Taro remembered that Harusanda lived in Adachi District, but since she was defeated cleanly last time, she has never contacted Harusanda again.

Hey, what I said about Ling and Sword Saint, even my peers can't beat him. Haruanda must have despised his strength as well.

The man named Mizuno, Taro Shizushima will never forget this name.

He is about the same age as himself, but his sword skills are much better than him, so he may be a little worse than his elder sister.

Why is the gap between people so big? Taro, you should understand your level since you were defeated in front of Mizuno.

Even the same age cannot beat it. There must be many existences in the world who have been immersed in swordsmanship for many years and far exceed Mizuno.

How could I become the Sword Saint of Linghe? Should I be aware of the reality?

After stopping the car, Taro opened the door and got out of the car, but Tomi sat in the car and didn't leave for a long time.

She was sitting in her seat, taking out her makeup items from her bag and putting on her makeup.

"No problem, today's makeup is great!"

After struggling for four or five minutes, Pengmei stopped and saw her brother standing outside waiting for a long time. Her old face turned slightly red.

After coughing, Tomomi pretended to be calm and serious and said, "Let's go, the ramen here is very delicious."

This is for the sake of her younger brother's goodness, so that she can get to know better people and stop autistic in her mind.

Yes, that's it.

Gently opening the curtain of the store, Tomomi Shiroshima looked inside with a big smile.

She is different today than before, half a successful person! Tommei punched her hard.

What kind of ramen should I order in front of Mizuno Jun later, and what should the opening remarks be?

"Hey! Where are people!"

wrong!

How come someone who makes ramen is so big that he disappears!

But the store layout is not wrong, it is still the same.

"Guest, are you doing something to look for Mizuno?" He walked in with a middle school girl who was as capable as her elder sister: "Sorry, Mizuno took a leave this afternoon."

Being stared at Sada Mai's eyes, Tomomi, the adult Shuangdao, actually felt the threat.

Hell.

Where did the cat protector come from?

...

Hell.

Looking at the restless soul in his hand, Mizuno hesitated a little.

‘Where is this! Let me out!’

I don’t know if there were too many chakra injected, but Shilong Dou’s soul woke up without warning.

Pull the curtains and Mizuno put the soul ball of amber on the table.

"Do you know who you are?"

‘Stone Dragon Fight!’

Shilong, who was tightening in the mixed group, said seriously.

"Tsk."

The soul looks fine and knows who he is.

Mizuno doesn't like this restless soul. How can I do research like this? Besides, Shilong saw himself and his wisdom is not low, not as easy to deceive as animal psychic beasts.

In order to hide his identity, Mizuno was wearing several layers of vests before the human beings were "offlined".

‘My name is Shilong Da Dou, the first sword saint from ancient times to the present!’

‘I once slashed the dragon with only one sword and suppressed countless monsters!’

‘Powering thousands of geniuses, Onmyoji, and Great Demons are all defeated by a sword!’

‘A small boat crosses the sea and goes west…’

Listening to Shilong's passionate voice, Mizuno's expression became more and more strange.

Isn’t this person proficient in Chinese? Have you read those online novels?
Chapter completed!