If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Ye Jian also curled up the corners of his pastry-like soft mouth, which was full of malice.

Just when he understood the rhetoric this man was going to say, he realized that it was just rhetoric.

But what the man really wanted was to teach the wild boy who stole his daughter a lesson.

Even if this wild boy doesn't look like a wild boy.

Ye Jian licked her lips with her pink tongue: "I'm crying for you!"

442 Bringing Modern Times Back to the Age of Mythology ([-])

The sun, like rain of swords, fell into the sky, polishing the huge training ground to the bony.

Ye Jian's blond hair is scattered with specks of light.Looking around, the empty training ground was wider than his school's playground.

Although using the playground as an analogy, the style of the martial arts training ground seems to have dropped, but in Ye Jian's knowledge that he doesn't travel far, or even at home, he can only use the playground as a comparison.

However, unlike the well-built playground, the entire martial arts training ground is full of potholes and uneven terrain, like the surface of the moon, and it also looks like a face with heavy acne marks.

Ye Jian didn't know whether this martial arts training ground was deliberately built to simulate the real terrain, or it was ravaged like this during years of martial arts practice.

There were only two people on the training ground, Ye Jian and the Patriarch Kosaka facing each other, and they were more than ten meters away from each other.

And around the martial arts field, they have already left the position of the martial arts field. The servants and servants who bowed to greet them when they entered the door just now surrounded a circle, as if they were watching a ceremony.The old butler was there too.

The entire training ground and even Kosaka's house are quiet except for the sound of the wind.

Tong Nao, whose long black hair danced like ink on paper, lowered his voice under the pressure of the atmosphere, and asked Walter, "Why do you want everyone to come and watch?"

Walter enjoyed his sister's move of bringing her little head closer, so she also leaned over, with an intimate look as if she was about to meet at night: "Because everyone in the family, including these servants and servants, are practicing martial arts. Yes, you can always get some benefits from watching the battle from the sidelines. It’s like a martial arts gym, when someone comes to kick the gymnasium, and when the master of the gymnasium fights, there are disciples around to watch.”

"It's not that we want to kick the gym..." Tong Nai muttered, and then asked: "Every time someone comes to compete, do you have to watch the battle like this?"

Walter seemed to want to make the conversation clearer. He moved his feet on the gravel ground, almost touching Kirino, and replied at the same time: "Every time there will be people watching the battle, but the scale is different. For example, some other forces... Well, young talents, whether they are domestic or foreign, come to compete with each other, and usually a manservant or maid will fight. These manservants and maids are all father’s disciples.”

"Huh? Are they all there?" Tong Nao was a little surprised, and widened his eyes like a deep pool.

"All of them. Because after being the head of the family for a while, my father felt bored again, so he started teaching the apprentices. Then these apprentices became the servants and servants of this big manor to pay for the tuition."

"Are these men and women strong?" Kirino put his arms around Walter's shoulders, squeezing the side of his breasts against the sleeve of her shirt.

Walter pretended to be calm and looked like a primary school student who had never been in love: "Very, very strong. Father numbered them from strong to weak through their actual combat with each other. The two ranked first and second are already close to each other. Master class."

"Eh...? Is it just getting closer?" Kirino rested his chin on the side of Walter's head, and his big eyes scanned the audience: "I think the oldest of these servants and servants are all 23 or [-] years old, right? They're just getting close to the master level?"

"This is already very strong!"

"But," Tong Nao pointed at his chin with green green jade like a cute one: "I remember you said on the road that your father was a martial arts master at the age of 16. And you are also a master of martial arts. Oh yes, and the guy of Dashen, She defeated her father at the age of 14, her father is also a master, right?"

"Uh..." Walter's face froze. Hearing this, she really felt that there were as many masters as dogs, but she still corrected her name: "Miss Dashen is a different kind, belonging to the kind of genius that is rare in a thousand years. She is not yet a master. Although she is indeed extremely talented in terms of actual combat ability, she is still a little short of the master level in terms of actual combat ability, mainly due to her physical fitness. She is too young, and she is a girl, and her physical fitness Can't keep up."

"No wonder the master plans to train himself into a King Kong Barbie during this holiday..."

"This analogy is really... In short, there are not many masters in Japan, mainly because you have contacted these top people all over the place, so you feel that masters can be seen everywhere. In fact, how many years are called A person who is a martial arts genius will only be close to the master level in his whole life."

"Oh~ that means you are a rare resource?" Tong Nai said and patted his sister's chest.

"...Why do I feel that your words have more than one meaning?"

And when Kirino and Walter upgraded from chatting to "touch me, I pinch you", in the middle of the martial arts training ground, the two people who were about the length of a tram car apart were also talking.

Probably masters always have to say a few words before the contest.

"Mr. Yejian," Patriarch Kosaka's clothes fluttered in the wind: "In the past, when master-level warriors came here to compete, we had a way of competing with each other with only one move, each with a unique move, and the winner was determined by one move. This time we will use this as a comparison, I wonder if it is okay?"

"The guest does as he pleases, so let's do it this way." Ye Jian pulled a strand of hair blown away by the wind behind her ear.Compared with the aura of the head of Takasaka, who seems to be standing on the top of a mountain and cutting through the strong wind, Yemi's soft and weak appearance is more like posing for a photo in a studio.

Then the two fell silent.Patriarch Kosaka's gray-blue devil-like pupils pierced Yejian intently, Yejian was not to be outdone, his emerald eyes were unblinking, ready for battle.

quite a while.

"... Excuse me, what are you waiting for now? A flare gun?"

Ye Jian couldn't help but blinked, the wind and sand were indeed not small.

"Ah, this is..." The head of the family, who has never been asked such a question in his life, was taken aback for a moment, and thought for a while: "...Well, in order to overwhelm the opponent with momentum and find the opponent's flaw... something like that?"

"Why is it an interrogative sentence?!" Ye Jian's complaint was one of his rare words that didn't need to go through the brain.

Only after he blurted out his own words did he realize that the current behavior seemed to be an inevitable step in the sparring.

It's the kind of behavior that is actually the same as who doesn't blink, but looks much taller.

Because Ye Jian was born in Yeluzi, he had never done something like [competition], which sounds quite stylish, so he didn't understand it at all.

He has always been [chopping meat].

"Then..." Ye Jian opened his mouth and wanted to address the middle-aged man opposite, but he didn't know how to be more appropriate, so he had to be vague: "...can you make a move now?"

The man on the opposite side showed a non-smiling smile. Fortunately, Ye Jian's body has good eyesight, otherwise he couldn't see clearly from such a distance.

The man said: "Should I make the first move? The master level is self-confidence..."

...Oh, it turns out that what I said was provocative.

very good very good...

"Well, please." Ye Jian followed up with another light sentence.