In the early morning, the handsome young man was sitting on his knees on the floor beside the bed.
Without the cover of his shirt, his streamlined muscles that clung to his bones were undulating like flowing water.
The combination of steady breathing and pumping muscles is wonderful, quiet and fierce.
Ever since he obtained the "Dragon's Blood Codex" through dimensional salvage in the first month after arriving in Tokyo, he has never slept in bed again.
"call-"
Under the rising sun, a smoke-like air sword spit out from between the young man's slightly opened lips and teeth.
The muscles on the back also surged, with the latissimus dorsi, trapezius, and erector spinae muscles interlaced and covered, as if intertwined into an abstract angry ghost face!
This ghost face twists and changes as the muscles contract, relax, and change, just like Shura laughing wildly on top of the karma fire in Buddhist paintings!
Bai Tangjing opened his eyes, but frowned slightly.
"Without spiritual energy and dragon blood, even if the energy is circulated all night, it will take two days to fully replenish the consumption. Let alone advance the practice!"
This feeling of having the superhuman way in your hands, but being unable to do so simply because of insufficient resources, is simply maddening.
Bai Tangjing frowned and let out a long breath.
But he didn't complain about anything. Years of hard training had polished his character.
What he can get from dimensional salvage depends on his luck, and he can't ask for it.
The only thing you can control in your life is your own efforts.
Just like what he has salvaged from the dimensional sea more than a dozen times now, the only ones that are really useful are the instructions of the Clay Bodhisattva, the biological intelligence brain and the "Dragon Blood Secret Technique".
The rest are mostly paper money, garbage and other completely useless things.
After gathering his mood, Bai Tangjing slowly and steadily stood up from the ground with only a few muscles from his toes to his calves amid a crackling sound of his joints.
At the same time, there was a knock on the door just outside the room.
"Jingjun, breakfast is ready."
"coming."
As usual, Shirodo mirror opened the door and saw a slim figure with long purple hair and a yukata walking towards the kitchen.
After a year of living together, he and Busujima Saeko had some tacit understanding in life.
Perhaps due to the influence of strong hormones in young people's bodies, his eyes moved downward unconsciously.
The hips are wider than the shoulders, the body is plump and stylish, and the flexible waist has been tempered by years of martial arts training. When the steps are swaying, the alluring curvature can always be seen through the outline of the yukata.
"...Woo!"
Shaking his head violently, Bai Tangjing tried hard to put away the distracting thoughts in his mind.
Without the body of a boy, even the speedy Qi training efficiency cannot be achieved now! The instructions of the Clay Bodhisattva are still hanging over my head!
...Is it really due to puberty hormones?
Luck calmed his mood, but until he sat at the dinner table, Bai Tangjing's eyes were still unnatural.
On the other side, Busujima Saeko, who handed over the tableware, looked down at the depth in front of him and the hills behind him with a slightly scorching gaze, and smiled slightly with pride.
Then he sat next to Bai Tangjing as if nothing had happened.
But Bai Tangjing, who was holding his job, always felt that the distance was much closer than usual, and he could even feel the heat of each other's bodies...
Suppressing his body's reaction made Bai Tangjing feel very unhappy with this meal. Saeko didn't even have the chance to serve two more pots of rice this morning.
"Sure enough, we can't progress too fast? After all, we are only sixteen years old..."
Saeko looked at Bai Tangjing who had stopped using chopsticks with a slight worry, fearing that the little boy she had raised for a year would not have enough to eat.
Bai Tangjing, who was already restless, suddenly heard the ringtone of his cell phone.
With a vague sigh of relief, he took out his cell phone and left the dining table naturally, putting some distance between himself and the body that made people's blood surge.
"Hey! Mirror, do you still remember the custom shop we met in Kamurocho last time? Come here quickly!"
"...Master, it's only eight o'clock in the morning. An old man in his nineties...even a 'God of War' can get into trouble!"
"Hahaha! Who do you think I am! As long as Ai-chan is here, it doesn't matter at any time! Right, Ai-chan?"
Before Bai Tangjing could reply, the girl's coquettishness and the old man's laughter could be heard on the other side of the phone.
"Okay, okay, no kidding, you are still young. Now is the time to focus on martial arts, so I asked you to come here for a serious matter."
Bai Tangjing let out a sigh of relief after hearing that his master finally became normal.
"Hmm... If you're in Kamurocho, we'll be there in an hour."
The conversation between Taketo was crisp and clear. After hanging up the phone, Shirodo Kyung turned around and saw the beauty in a yukata, who had already picked up his coat.
Just like a wife sending her husband out, she stood at the door.
Her hearing, which had been trained in ancient swordsmanship, allowed her to listen to the entire conversation between master and apprentice word for word, even if she didn't care.
And even if very bad words like "Kamurocho" and "custom shop" pop up from the mobile phone, the purple-haired beauty Yamato Nadeshiko's smile does not change.
Women from the Wu family don't care how many flowers and plants their men have on their bodies, they only care about a little...
As long as this man's final destination is himself, that's enough.
Under Saeko's gentle gaze, Shirodo Kagami broke the throat bones of more than thirty people and crushed one person's heart without changing his expression last night.
Now I felt that I had done something wrong, so I walked out of the back hall of the gym a little stiffly and walked towards the door.
Nowadays, because Saeko's father, Master Takemoto's friend, Busujima Yohji, mainly focuses on teaching students overseas, so the domestic gyms are basically empty shells.
Anyway, Bai Tangjing has lived here for a year and no one has come to learn swordsmanship.
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Holding a taxi receipt in his hand, Hakudo Kyung, under the astonished gaze of the driver, came to Kamurocho again after a night, which is famous for its custom entertainment industry.
Several pictures of "Fukuzawa Yukichi" interrupted the driver's gaze, which looked up and down and worried about his body.
After all, in his eyes, coming all the way to Kamurocho early in the morning was a bit of a "fun at the expense of life."
After sending the driver away, relying on the biological brain's photographic memory, the boy walked through the intertwined alleys of Kamurocho like a regular visitor.
We came to a shop with ambiguous neon lights even in broad daylight.
After entering the store, Bai Tangjing believed that the master was indeed talking about business.
Because in the booth that has been reserved for a regular customer like Takemoto Jiuyasu for almost all years, in addition to the sturdy old man in kimono, there is another man.
Hinomoto, President of White Night News Group, Akano Tessa Nozomi.
Bai Tangjing recognized the capitalist at a glance.
After all, since the goal of money, power, fists, and all-round development has been set, in order to protect oneself from unknown disasters.
So it would be outrageous if two influential figures in the media industry in the same country could not be recognized at a glance.
But now, this business tycoon, who is almost at the top of the entire Japanese media industry, keeps taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.
His eyes were wandering, he looked left and right, and he looked so nervous that he couldn't sit still.
On the other hand, the old man next to him was still pouring wine and laughing, looking leisurely and contented.
"Hey! Mirror, you're here, come here quickly."
Takemoto Kuan held a glass of sake in one hand, and released his other hand from Ai-chan's waist, waving to Hakudo Kyōge who had just walked in.
And when Bai Tangjing walked to the booth, in just a few steps, Akano Tessaki's eyes had already scanned him from top to bottom several times.
Wearing glasses and with loose hair, he looks like a tall but harmless college student.
...But I didn’t come here this time to find some trash that is harmless to humans and animals!
His fingers holding the handkerchief became more and more tense, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper... Finally.
“Takemoto-san!!!
This is no time for joking!
That’s a fist-wishful death! A fist-wishful death elimination match!
I think I have some eyesight. This little kid looks tall, but in fact he has not even finished high school, right?
Let him replace you as my corporate fighter? There must be a limit to joking!"
Akano Tessaki suddenly stood up from the booth, pointed at the Baitang mirror, and roared gaffefully at the old man who was drinking leisurely.
He believed that Bai Tangjing was just an excuse used by Takemoto Jiuan to evade him, so even if he pointed his finger at him, he didn't even bother to give him a straight look.
As for Bai Tangjing, the "little ghost head" in his words, although he was surprised by the eyesight of the White Night News president, there was another piece of information in his sentence that was even more interesting.
Ignoring the angry Akano Tessaki, Shirodo Kei sat down on the booth sofa and asked his master with interest.