Cold weapons are a man's romance

An old man stood in front of the just posted schedule, leaning on a cane with both hands, with a dignified expression.Those who wanted to rush forward to watch the form gathered behind him, and no one dared to approach.The invisible coldness emanating from the old man made them flinch.

"He must be very angry..." Vincenzo hugged his two companions and looked at the motionless old man tremblingly.

The reason for anger can be imagined - Mr. Blackson, the biggest sponsor of the game, was very dissatisfied with the semi-final results.His grandson, Edward Blackson, has reached the final and is about to compete with his club's Romain for the title.Normally, a grandfather and club owner should be happy no matter which side wins, but that certainly wasn't the case for old Mr Blackson.

"He must think that none of us can fight..." Vincenzo said firmly.As a member who disappointed his old man, he really had no face to go up to talk to the old man.This blocking battle against Edward was a complete failure. He was like a saint who broke through the zodiac all the way through and killed to the end.It stands to reason that he should be the villain, why does he seem to have taken the script of the protagonist of the comic?

In the end, he had to rely on a newcomer who had only learned swordsmanship for a few months to turn the tide.They couldn't imagine how furious Mr. Blackson would be if Roman lost the title too.The closest thing Vincenzo can imagine to "Raging Mr. Blackson" is Daenerys riding a dragon on Raging Fire.

"What are you all doing here?"

Cesar's voice came from behind.

"Has the game schedule been posted yet? Hey, if you don't want to read it, please step aside, don't block me."

Vincenzo tried desperately to silence him, but he only asked sympathetically, "Are your hands cramping?"

"Mr. Blackson is here!" Vincenzo pointed to the old man who looked like a stone sculpture in front of him.

"Oh, it's just right, it saves me from running to the auditorium to look for him."

Cesar walked over to greet the old man as if nothing had happened.

"Roman is in the final! Are you proud, Mr. Blackson?" He asked happily.

Everyone gasped, not daring to see Cesar being burned to ashes by the fire sprayed by the old man... Ah no, they didn't dare to see Cesar being beaten up by the old man's proud French cane technique.

"A little bit." The old man said calmly.

Then he turned around.The others took a step back and covered their heads with masks, gloves or simply with their hands. No one knew who the old man's cane would fall on.

"The competition for the third and fourth place is about to start, don't you guys want to watch it?"

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Knowing that the old man was implying that they should get out of here, everyone responded enthusiastically, flocking to the arena, leaving this space for Mr. Blackson and the desperate Cesar.One can only hope Cesar will be in good health when they return.

When everything was quiet, Cesar turned to the old man. "You look very dissatisfied with the results."

"I thought he wouldn't make it through the first round."

It's been seven years since Edward's skills should have grown rusty, but instead of regressing, he has improved even more, defeating several masters in a row, even the masters of the Fiore school are no match for him.

Edward was beating the young men he admired most with what Mr. Blackson was most proud of.It seems to want to destroy everything that the old man loves so much, so as to achieve a shocking revenge plan.

"I'm not the only one who has improved over the years, isn't it?" Cesar shrugged and smiled, "Edward is also improving, quietly improving himself in places we can't see, otherwise he would definitely not be able to enter the final."

"What do you want to say?"

"Didn't you see that long ago? Edward has been practicing swordplay. We all thought he would never touch the sword again, but he never put it down."

Cesar stared at the two names on the schedule that were playing in the final round.

"He said he hated swordsmanship, but who knows what he actually thinks? Maybe he's as dishonest as his grandfather, who always keeps the truth in his heart."

Mr. Blackson tried to protest, but he opened his mouth and ended up silent.

Cesar suddenly changed the subject. "Have you ever forbidden him to come back?"

"Forbidden?" The old man laughed. "Do you think I am Don Corleone? Can I forbid someone to come and go freely? It is his own fault that he refuses to come back. I have never issued such a strange order." , I don’t have that right, nor do I have that kind of will.”

"Edward said he wouldn't come back because you wouldn't let him come back. Wonderful contradictions."

"You might have to ask him that."

"Can I understand it as: You didn't mean to reject Edward. If he is willing to bow his head and apologize, you can settle your differences?"

"It sounds like you're keen to broker our reconciliation?"

"I didn't get into a car accident just to keep you two from seeing each other forever."

The old man tapped the ground heavily with his crutches, turned around, and walked slowly towards the passage leading to the auditorium.

"This is probably the last chance!" Cesar said loudly. "If Edward wins the game, he will get what he wants, and he will not bow his head. If he loses, do you think he will stay?" ?”

"I'll think about it." The old man said lightly.

Cesar made a sound like a balloon leaking, and pressed his temple in trouble.

"Grandfather and grandson are exactly alike," he muttered.

***

In a secluded corner of the stadium, the final may have quietly started early at an unknown moment.

Roman pushed open the door of the toilet cubicle and bumped into Edward who was waiting outside.

The two stared wide-eyed and small-eyed for a long time, and the background sound was the sound of the toilet flushing.This is really the most embarrassing bgm ever.When the voice disappeared, Roman asked helplessly: "...Why is it always you?"

"There is a queue for other toilets." Edward replied coldly.

"There's more than one compartment here!"

"It's all broken."

Edney Wayne Gym!Do you guys lack the money to maintain the facility or something!Look at what you've done!

Before a major game, one should maintain a stable mentality.Having gunpowder-smelling (and ammonia-smelling) conversations in the bathroom with your final opponent doesn't help "stability" one bit!

Roman resisted the urge to argue with Edward and walked towards the sink.Edward slammed the compartment door behind him.He would have oiled the soles of his feet if he hadn't been so strict about hygiene that he couldn't leave the bathroom without washing his hands.

"I didn't expect you to be able to enter the final." Edward said suddenly, "You must have been very lucky to meet a group of weak chickens."

Calm down, calm down, he is deliberately disturbing your emotions, don't fall into his trap.Roman told himself.

"Your opponent must be very humble, knowing that it is invincible to fight the layman."

Edward didn't expect him to have the guts to retort, he was quiet for a while, and then said: "You have a pretty sharp mouth, huh? Cesar must like it very much?"

Roman blushed instantly.This, this is considered sexual harassment!Sexually harassing an opponent before a game is a foul, right?If he had known this, he should have secretly recorded this conversation, and then brought it to Dmitry's live broadcast room for a round of public execution.Let's see if Edward has the face to continue rampant in the future.

"You seem to be very envious!" He snapped back.

There was an earth-shattering bang from the cubicle, as if Edward had punched something with his fist, or sat down on the toilet.

"I still don't understand why he likes you." Edward's tone became extremely mean, as if he finally couldn't hold back the jealousy in his heart, "Your face is not very good-looking, and your fencing is not top-notch. What's good? Does that guy have a different aesthetic than ordinary people?"

"You grew up with him, but you don't know him very well. It seems that your relationship is not very good. Cesar is not such a superficial person! We are... love at first sight, okay?"

Edward burst out laughing: "Did I fall in love with you at first sight on TV? There is a limit to lying, my friend!"

"Not on TV. We've known each other since he got into a car accident!"

Strictly speaking, when they first met, he didn't pay attention to Cesar at all, he just felt that it was pitiful for the child to be hurt like this, so it was not "love at first sight".But what the hell?Cesar really fell in love with him at first sight, and it was not wrong!And Roman didn't mind exaggerating the facts as long as he could make Edward even a little bit angry.

Edward's reaction was much bigger than Roman imagined.He kicked open the door of the cubicle, rushed to Roman in front of the sink, grabbed his skirt, and almost lifted him up.

"Hey! Don't touch me with unwashed hands!"

"What car accident?" Edward asked viciously, "Why didn't I know he had a car accident? When did it happen?!"