"Let me tell you, my swordsmanship is super strong!"

Yasuo was sitting at this stall called Tam Seafood, eating takoyaki and bragging to Ike next to him.

I saw him pointing his thumb at his nose, looking like "I'm so awesome", and he was just short of carving two words on his face.

One is called Nothing.

One is called the enemy.

"Yes, yes, your swordsmanship is super strong."

Ike rolled his eyes speechlessly. Yasuo was like this. Every time he drank too much, he would start bragging about his swordsmanship, but when asked what awards he had won and why he stopped doing it, he would shut up.

Already.

So much so that every time he went to a tavern he knew well, the bartender would ask him:

'Yasuo, what other stories about the swordsman have you not told us?'

Then Yasuo would lower his head in embarrassment, cover his face, and say, "It's not enough," to stop him, and then create a happy atmosphere in the tavern.

"I am not kidding."

Yasuo sighed and couldn't help but sigh again when he watched the game of Yongen on TV.

At this moment, what he was wielding was no longer the broken steel sword heirloomed in his hand, but a fluorescent stick. To be honest, it was somewhat suspected of discrediting the school and the heirloom swordsmanship.

But there is no way. Since meeting that monster, my brother who is often attacked by me is fine. In my own words...

Thinking of those fierce steps and mysterious and unusual sword skills, every time Yasuo thought of that scene, he couldn't help but think about how he should break the sword moves used by the opponent.

But in every deduction, he died under that sword, which directly led to the fact that although he had not practiced swordsmanship for a long time, he knew that his swordsmanship was constantly improving.

But every time he held the knife, he would be reminded of the fiasco that day, making his hand holding the knife unsteady.

"I am really powerful..."

With a sigh, Yasuo also knew that a kid like Ike had never seen him be active during that time, so he didn't say anything more and just looked at the stall on one side.

In a stall on one side, the former sword fighter was grilling a large piece of barbecue in front of her, while her former comrade and rival Atreus was running his bakery on the other side.

On the other side, there is also a person who is next to this store. It is the person they are looking for today, a girl selling Japanese food.

He couldn't help but shook his head as he watched the other party continue to order Japanese seafood ramen, then roll sushi and cut sashimi at the customer's request.

"She makes much more money than we make in the bar. Will she really agree?"

Yasuo glanced at the sushi on his plate with a guilty conscience. This sushi was really expensive, but it was also really delicious. If Tam hadn't been one of the few men who could become his father, he would have been there right now.

Eat at the stalls instead of eating seafood chowder here.

"It's not like you haven't seen her rapping online. Her voice and technique are really great! Although I'm ashamed, even if it's rapping, I'm not her opponent now. Such a person will not be willing to do it all his life.

She went to sell seafood noodles and sushi, and it’s not like she didn’t sing.”

Ike explained that he really hopes Akali can join because she is so good!

Whether it is dancing ability or singing ability, they are all top-notch, and with a little polish, they can become a hit.

"Yes, yes, I know, she is indeed very powerful, but why is she partnering with us? For free paella?"

Yasuo pointed to the paella in front of him, his face speechless.

Although Tam's seafood risotto is indeed delicious, eating it every day is really...

Just as he was thinking about it, a fork suddenly fell in front of him with a thick octopus leg stuck in it, scaring him so much that he almost stood up.

Tam looked at this guy who was half-heartedly eating his paella with a gloomy look on his face. He was very unhappy. He hugged his arms and looked at the treacherous and heartless Yasuo.

When he was living on the street, if he hadn't raised a hand, this guy would still be wandering on the street carrying this guitar.

Let him eat for free, and end up looking at other seafood!

Do you look down on his father Tam?!

"What's wrong? Not satisfied with my meal? What kind of seafood ramen do you want to eat? Do you have a problem with my seafood pasta? Or can you eat such a big, delicious and cheap octopus elsewhere?

leg?!"

Tam stared at Yasuo, as if he wanted him to look good without making it clear.

Yasuo silently picked up the octopus leg as thick as a mineral water bottle, took a bite, and then spoke wordlessly.

"But Uncle Tam, my uric acid is super high... If this continues, I will get gout."

He was helpless. Tam really didn't treat him as an outsider, but he was different from Tam! At first glance, Tam looked like the kind of guy who could eat fish, but he was not!

That's a racial talent! Yasuo is just a humble ordinary human!

“Won’t seafood noodles raise your uric acid level?!”

But Tam didn't accept this at all, and blew hard on the cooking board in front of him.

"Ah... there's some rice over there. You know, I prefer rice, the kind that I really like."

Yasuo didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't say he missed the cherry blossoms in his hometown, right?

He felt that if he spoke out, 80% of the people in this street would raise funds to hire a plane to send him back to his hometown to farm.

These people can definitely do it, and they are really rich.

Night markets are very profitable.

"Rice, right?! You're not allowed to leave until you finish eating!"

Tam snorted coldly and put the remaining bucket of seafood risotto in front of Yasuo, asking the man who was preparing another bowl silently and carrying a colorful cannon that looked like a shotgun to silently take it back.

I was ready to have another bowl, but chose to pay.

"Ah, this, are you serious..."

Looking at the steaming bucket of seafood risotto in front of him, Yasuo hesitated.

"What? You are not satisfied?"

Tam snorted again, but Yasuo just silently raised his little rice spoon.

"I mean give me a big rice spoon. This is inconvenient."

ha?

On the side, Ekko looked at the serious Yasuo and Tam who really gave him a big spoon to serve rice. He was about to ask are you kidding? Then he saw Yasuo really used a big spoon to serve rice.

He took a bowl of rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ike's face was suddenly filled with horror.

On one side, Akali, who was cutting sashimi, took a moment to glance at Yasuo and the frightened Ike who were stuffing rice over there, as well as the crowd of onlookers who gradually gathered around and began to cheer, and couldn't help but murmured.

"Two idiots."

She had felt that these two people were following her since the day before yesterday, but she didn't understand why these two people were following her, so she pretended that she didn't see them.

Mainly because I want to know how many idiots it takes to track down a ninja.

But now it seems that these two idiots actually want to invite her to join their band...

To be honest, this makes Akali a little regretful. Because of the family inheritance, she is really good at ninjutsu and her skills are quite good, so she is waiting for this Japanese and black man to rob and kidnap her.

, so that she can vent her anger.

There is no way, her mother has frozen all her bank accounts, and now she relies on singing in bars and doing night markets to support herself. This is because she is very energetic, and she has met Olaf, a supplier of fine meat, so she doesn't have to worry about fish.

The quality and price are good, otherwise I really can’t sustain it.

Just as she was thinking about it, Leona, who had a heroic appearance, chopped meat in a similar way to chopping people, and pounded meat into meatballs in almost the same way as pounding people's heads, suddenly spoke to her.

"Akali, your cooking skills are quite good. Are you interested in the Master of Chef Competition next month?"

There was considerable enthusiasm in Leona's words. Ever since she discovered that her favorite thing was not fighting but barbecue, and her colleague Atreus, who was nicknamed Pantheon in the arena, also dreamed of opening a bakery, they hit it off immediately.

Went here to do catering.

Because of this, her enthusiasm not only did not decrease, but also increased.

"Ah, forget it. I'm going to sing in a bar next month, so I don't have time to prepare, even though I really want to go."

Akali nodded and declined with a bit of regret.

She really wanted to prove her ability, and she also liked cooking, second only to singing, so she was disappointed that she could not participate in the Master of Chef Competition.

Her cooking skills have been honed over time!

"That's it. What a pity. I still want to compete with you."

Leona sighed with regret. She didn't like Japanese food very much. In her opinion, meat had to be cooked with fire. Although tuna and the like were indeed more delicious when eaten raw, she was still unhappy.

But this doesn't stop her from liking Akali, an energetic and cool girl.

Because she was pretty cool like this back then, with a knife in her hand and a knife in her hand, if she hadn't met...

Thinking of this, Leona couldn't help but look at the moon in the sky, which was the only white moonlight in her mind.

Others thought her lover was Pantheon and Atreus, but only she knew that was not the case.
To be continued...