The reason is "The leader of the current Busujima stream - my father, Yohji Busujima, is abroad, so what happens to you will naturally be decided by the determined leader of the next generation."
So a group of four people walked to the back hall under the reception of Saeko.
While walking around, Takemoto Jiuan was still teasing.
"Oh oh oh oh! I promised my old friend to cure my daughter's murderous rage, but now my daughter has even found the next generation leader. I wonder if he will kill me when he comes back?"
"My father has a profound friendship with you, and I will surely make your departure painless."
Saeko, who was leading the way, chuckled at first.
Then he said seriously: "Even if my father comes back and meets Jing, he will never be disappointed."
"There's nothing to question. As long as you're a warrior, there's no way you'd think that kid is incompetent!"
The young and old talked happily.
But Hikaru Narushima, who was following the two of them, felt worried.
“Is the man with glasses’ name ‘Mirror’?...No, that’s not what’s important.”
The white-haired young man's wild eyes returned to the two people in front of him.
"The important thing is, how strong can a guy be who can make these two monster-like people unable to find fault?!"
The blood is boiling and the heart is roaring!
The door to the back hall of the dojo is right in front of you.
Hikaru Narushima even felt that I could feel the excitement coming from my soul at this time.
——He is about to truly enter the world of "strong men"!
"Wow-"
The Japanese-style floor-to-ceiling wooden door was opened lightly.
But what caught his eye was Bai Tangjing, who was standing in the kitchen with her hair disheveled and glasses.
His slightly skinny palm was so low that it covered the stove, and his other hand was already on the knob, with a focused expression.
"Mirror, are you...?!"
"Crack-boom!"
Before Saeko could ask worriedly, Baidang Jing had already turned on the stove!
The spurting natural gas was broken down and ignited by the electric spark, exploding the air!
The next scene made all four of them stand frozen under the entrance with their eyes widened!
The red and blue flames should have climbed directly onto the lowered palm.
The high temperature that carbon-based organisms absolutely cannot withstand should have turned the fragile body into a layer of charred black within a few seconds.
But now, that hand seems to be protected by an invisible layer!
The unruly flame was pressed out of the hollow of the bowl by the palm of the hand.
As the palm is raised, the swaying red and blue plasma appears like a dragon sucking water, connecting the human palm with the source of the flame.
Wait until the dragon absorbs water and stretches far enough from the bottom of the stove, and the middle has been thinly disconnected.
The flames in the lower section then seemed to be freed from some invisible influence and returned to normal.
The flames in the upper section rose and gathered in the palm of the hand, turning into a dreamy sphere that changed between red and blue.
The shape of the sphere in the hand is erratic, getting smaller and smaller...until it disappears.
In this world bound by the cold physical rules, "surreality" is nakedly displayed in front of the four people.
"Is this...magic?"
The three of them were silent. Only Taisuke Sawaga was struggling to spit out words from his throat that he didn't even believe.
And this sentence also woke up Bai Tangjing who was staring blankly at his palm.
He was frowning, with a slight disappointment in his expression.
After Taisuke spoke out, he turned his head and looked at everyone, slowly smiling.
"Oh? What a rare visitor."
~~~~~~
After everyone was sitting on the sofa, Takemoto Jiu'an held the tea cup and looked at his youngest disciple with burning eyes.
"Your body has lost at least five kilograms of fat and muscle just for... that thing?"
After pondering for a long time, "Martial God" finally found an adjective from his vocabulary that was more suitable for the situation just now.
Little did he know that this was the result of eating too much for several times.
"Ah, that's right." Bai Tangjing said with a smile, "It's not difficult to get the fat and muscles back, but it's unlikely that you'll have the things you just missed if you missed them."
The young man knew very well what kind of character his master was.
On the surface, he is a respectable old man, but in fact... he is just a martial arts lunatic in disguise!
as expected.
"Stop talking nonsense! Can we fight? Now!"
Before the young man could even finish his words, the old man's surging and congested muscles were almost filling his wide kimono.
Compared with the old man's expression at this time, Hikaru Narima's previous ferocious wolf-like expression even seemed a little gentle!
The two delinquent boys who had been sitting next to Takemoto for a long time were so violent that they even ran away uncontrollably.
"no."
Bai Tangjing, who took a sip of tea, declined softly.
But just these two understated syllables, with the blessing of reading, suppressed the old man's fierce fighting spirit with the will of mere words!
It returned to its calm state.
"It's just a semi-finished product, still under development."
Takemoto Jiuan worked hard to encourage his energy and blood, but found that he could not enter the fighting state.
He couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Then, the ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth widened even more!
"Although I can't understand it,...it's exciting, Mirror! I really want to have a good fight with you after I finish it!
But just that move just now is worth it for me to send this thing over."
As the old man in kimono spoke, he took out a thick wooden sign from his sleeves and handed it to Bai Tangjing.
After Bai Tangjing took it with both hands, he saw a big word "Fist" written on the wooden sign.
"This is the brand that represents the membership of the Boxing Club.
The goalkeepers among those members often use this thing to bet against guys outside the club to make a lot of money.
You should have fought like this.
But your master, I want to get back into fighting shape, so I will do it for you."
"Thank you so much. Have you met an interesting opponent, master?"
"No, he's just a bastard who used equipment to play with high-frequency sound waves during the competition." The old man took a sip of tea and nodded appreciatively towards the person making the tea, who also returned the favor dignifiedly.
"As punishment for cheating, I crushed the knee of one of his legs. I can barely regain some form."
"...It's terrible, Master."
"My self-cultivation has improved a lot in the past few years. Earlier, I couldn't help but tear off his trachea. His defense there is very weak, so it's hard for people not to take action."
The old man took another sip.
"Oh, by the way. Do you have any issues with this kid?"
The hand holding the tea cup motioned to Hikari Naruishima next to me.
Bai Tangjing adjusted his glasses gently and looked at him. He suddenly felt familiar.
"Have we met?"
"Brother Baitang, that's when you went to Brother Yagami's place to find me."
Faced with Bai Tangjing's question, Taisuke, who was already familiar with him, introduced him.
The white-haired young man who was the introduced person immediately jumped up from the sofa like a spring.
He knelt down suddenly in front of the Baitang mirror.
"I am Hikaru Narima, I beg you! Please accept me as your disciple!"
He knelt down so hard that the floor was shaken by his knees.
The old man holding the teacup said seemingly carelessly.
"Although he seems to be a good prospect, before he became a disciple, he kicked off the Busujima style plaque and is waiting for you, the next leader of the style, to decide the punishment."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hikaru Narushima, who was lying on the ground, suddenly hit his head on the floor.
The force is so strong that you can even see flying blood flowers.
"No matter what the punishment is! But...as long as it allows me to continue fighting! Let me still have hope of defeating you! I will accept any punishment!"
The startled Bai Tangjing looked at the master who seemed to be focusing on drinking tea and the white-haired young man on the ground, and seemed to understand a little bit.
So he could only say a little helplessly.
"What do you mean by talking about defeating the master when you are apprenticed... Besides, I have just turned sixteen."
"Eh!!!"
His unimaginable age even made Hikari Narishima raise his bleeding head and look at him blankly.
And he also timely introduced the topic to the strong old man who was already vaguely inciting the big sleeves and signaling to him.
"I don't want to accept a disciple yet. But I recommend to you my master - 'God of War' Takemoto Jiuan. I was brought out by the master himself!"
"Yes, really?" Hikari Narushima looked hesitantly in his eyes.
This old man is also undeniably strong, but is it really a good idea to give up the "mysterious" Bai Tangjing?
"That's it!"
The old man in kimono, who couldn't wait for a long time, didn't care about his white hair, and picked him up like a chicken, and then dropped him towards him.
A pair of big hands pressed him down and he knelt down again.
"Wait, wait!"
"There is nothing to wait for! Now you are the second youngest disciple of Wu Honryu and the youngest disciple in terms of qualifications!
Stop talking nonsense! Go to the guild hall for me today! Become a good man who can make people happy!"
After I knelt down while holding down the fluttering Narishima Hikaru, the old man angrily carried him back to the clubhouse to exercise.
But at this moment, Bai Tangjing lowered his voice and stopped his master.
"We've finished talking about Takemoto-ryu. Now it's Busujima-ryu's turn, master."