Hideki Nogi's decision does not concern or care about Hideki Shiraido.
Now he has rearranged his hair, put on plain glasses, and returned to the appearance of an ordinary college student.
"Thank you for your patronage. Here is your receipt."
The taxi stopped in Adachi District, in front of a small and simple gymnasium.
Through the mottled lights, you can see a plaque with the words "Poison Island" hanging on the side of the gate.
The driver wearing white gloves hands over the receipt with both hands.
Polite, but distant.
To be honest, Bai Tangjing still doesn’t adapt to the atmosphere of this country until now.
But no matter what, he is just a guy who doesn't know when his life will end.
Pursuing a comfortable atmosphere...it's too luxurious.
Shake your head and get rid of the distracting thoughts in your mind.
Baidang Jing took the receipt, looked at the long string of numbers on it, and without changing his expression, he took out several "Fukuzawa Yukichi" cards from his backpack and handed them to the driver before getting out of the car.
The purpose of making money is to spend it. Only the flowing funds can turn into influence in human society and then turn into "power".
This is Bai Tangjing’s understanding of money.
What he needs is the "power" represented by money in times of crisis, not a bunch of numbers lying on the account, so he spends money as much as he makes money.
After the taxi drove away, Bai Tangjing took out the key and opened the gym door.
Without turning on the lights, he walked quietly in the darkness to the back hall of the gymnasium where people live.
As soon as I took off my shoes and was about to enter the house, the lights came on brightly.
"Eh? Aren't you asleep yet?"
Bai Tangjing was a little confused, this was not the senior sister's daily routine.
Immediately afterwards, the French wooden door was opened lightly.
"Welcome back, Mirror."
It's obviously a girl's voice, but it has a mature charm.
Behind the opened door, a beautiful Yamato Nadeshiko-style beauty with long purple hair and a yukata was sitting on her knees.
Her face was flushed, and her phoenix eyes were looking tenderly at the white hall mirror outside the door, like a wife who had finally waited for her husband to come home.
Baitang Jing, who was surrounded by gentle eyes, immediately froze while taking off her shoes.
After a long time, he pinched his eyebrows and said in distress.
"Senior sister, when I first came here a year ago, you visited me almost once every two months.
After half a year, you will need it once a month.
Now...it's less than a week since the last time.
Isn't this the original intention of Mr. Takemoto to let me live here?"
The beauty smiled and said nothing, but stood up amid the turbulence.
He led Bai Tangjing, who looked melancholy, to the dining table in the house and sat down.
The dishes are beautifully presented and the aroma is fragrant. It can be seen that this is a meal that the makers have put their heart and soul into.
Just like that, the table was filled with high-calorie meals that didn't look like a late-night snack at all.
The beauty pressed Baitang Jing on the chair and sat opposite.
She gently handed over the only tableware on the table, her meaning self-evident.
"Mirror, please use it."
Bai Tangjing sighed as if accepting his fate, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks.
"Okay, there's nothing we can do about you."
Having said that, he did not say "I'm going to start" like the Japanese, but just started eating like a wind and a lingering cloud.
The chopsticks flew across my fingertips, almost leaving an afterimage!
The mouth is like a black hole, and the food is sent into the esophagus without even chewing. The speed is so fast that one even worries whether he will send the plate into the stomach.
After starting to eat, Bai Tangjing concentrated on the dinner plate in his hand.
This can be regarded as a habit that has been cultivated for a long time. Even if you eat, you must go all out!
Martial arts training consumes energy, and internal strength cultivation is even more so.
As for Bai Tangjing, who practices high-level martial arts in a world without spiritual energy, his only source of energy is food.
So, when I was a child, I was just called a glutton, but when I grew up, I was called...a glutton!
The spirit of gluttony, every swallow was like a punch, and the indescribable dull feeling was like suffocation!
When Bai Tangjing was in embarrassment at a young age, he once participated in the Big Eater Competition in order to supplement his nutrition. At that time, his vigor in eating even made all contestants other than professional Big Eaters forget to eat!
Food is transformed into energy under the rapid metabolism of internal forces, which penetrates into the body, fills the meridians, and repairs damage...
The huge heat brought out by the body's activity even slightly distorted the air above Bai Tang's lens!
But the purple-haired beauty sitting across from her now, facing the gluttony that could be called a thriller scene, her eyebrows became more and more gentle.
"...call."
After clearing the full table, Bai Tangjing picked up the towel that had been prepared on the table, wiped his mouth, and exhaled a breath of foul air.
"Did you enjoy your meal?"
The purple-haired beauty stood up, walked to Bai Tangjing's side, leaned over slightly and asked softly.
The slender waist, long legs, plump and tight curves are vividly displayed in this action.
But Bai Tangjing, who was being served by a beautiful woman, looked completely untroubled after getting out of the gluttony state.
“Thank you for the hospitality, it’s very beautiful...!”
"bass!"
Before Bai Tangjing could finish her words, a shrill cold light appeared at the hem of the purple-haired beauty's yukata and beside her plump and slender legs, bringing with it the sound of breaking wind and rushed directly to her neck.
Bai Tangjing didn't have time to stand up, and pressed his weight to the side of the chair. In this posture, which was about to topple over, he managed to avoid the sharp edge by a hair's breadth.
Rolling along to widen the distance, Bai Tangjing could even feel the coldness of the blade cutting through his hair!
"Hey, hey! Are you going to use the real sword this time?! That's too much, Saeko-senpai!"
The young man said "too much", but when he took off his glasses and smoothed his hair back, the grin on his face meant that he was completely interested.
The purple-haired beauty's face was flushed, and the tenderness in her eyebrows seemed to be dripping with water.
But the sword in his hand was a merciless blow that cut off the upper section of the cassock.
"I told you to call me Zizi!"
The cold light was sharp, it was a Murata sword treasured by the Busujima family, and the blade would not curl even if it chopped pig bones.
The cold light of the sword almost turned into a storm, and the pace of Busujima style and swordsmanship made Busujima Saeko's figure, in addition to the turbulent waves of the body, even more confusing like a weak willow supporting the wind.
Bai Tangjing's "Dragon Blood Secret Technique" is just a beginner's guide, and the version of the world is incompatible, so it has not been fully restored yet.
So I could only rely on the attributes of my physical body to move around in the wind of steel.
This is a fight that looks like a scene from a movie.
At this small dining table, no matter how swift and sharp the sword was, it could not leave a mark on his body.
The steps and body shape move repeatedly between steps, and the movement does not need to be too big. After all, the attack trajectory of the sword blade is just a "line" in the final analysis.
But a flash of white suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes.
A plump and slender leg stretched out from under the yukata, lying behind his knees and legs.
"Tai She Ryu?"
Teishe-ryu is a very unique kendo school that creatively adds joint techniques, kicking techniques and other techniques to swordsmanship. In addition to swordsmanship, you can use flexible body skills to suppress the enemy with the sword hilt, hands and feet.
To put it more vividly... it's the move in "The Advent of the Son" where Sephiroth was thrust into a two-meter-long sword by Cloud, and then beat him violently with the hilt of the sword, fists and kicks.
"But, a swordsman takes the initiative to use physical skills to fight against a fighter?"
Bai Tangjing, who was dumbfounded, didn't even have time to think about it, and his body, which had been tempered for thousands of years, reacted automatically.
"Bang-"
There was a short sound of flesh colliding, and the purple-haired beauty lost her sight, lying on her back in disheveled clothes.