"Aren't you a Dou Qi user?" The sound of the piano in the Cowardly Lion's hand suddenly stopped, and he looked at the other party with a look of disbelief. The look of shock was as if he found out that his wife was a man on the wedding night.
"No, I never said that I would use fighting spirit." Rikka closed the music sheet and replied with her little head tilted.
"Then what kind of monster are you! I am a high-level warrior." The Cowardly Lion still looked unbelieving and took a few steps back again.
"I think your contracted beast is a monster. Stop talking nonsense and play the piano quickly!" Rikka pointed at him arrogantly, as if the master was scolding his slave.
Ten days have passed since the two first met. During these ten days, the Cowardly Lion marveled at Rikka's growth, and Rikka gradually mastered each other's sword skills.
On the first day, after a whole night of rote memorization, Rikka managed to master all the music theory knowledge. She was also able to draw inferences from one example, showing her talent in art.
The next day, Rikka listened to all the Cowardly Lion's favorite songs. Although she still didn't understand why, she reached the state of identifying the music by listening to it.
On the third day, Rikka began to learn note writing under the doubtful eyes of the other party. Although it seemed very lame at first, in the end, she looked like an academic.
On the seventh day, the Cowardly Lion still pulled his own work. But Rikka, who was sitting aside, sometimes pointed out mistakes and sometimes criticized the pace.
On the ninth day, Rikka took over the Cowardly Lion's contract beast cello. After a beating, she slowly pulled the bowstring, and its sound was no less than that of those artists.
On the tenth day, the Cowardly Lion took a few pages of paper. On them were Rikka's whimsical works last night, but the Cowardly Lion thought that the other party had created a new genre.
The melodious sound of the cello resounded through the garbage dump, and Rikka admired her work with satisfaction. The Cowardly Lion also enjoyed himself, which is the greed of an artist.
But those refugees had already stopped what they were doing, or sat back in their shacks alone, or hugged each other and cried. To them, the melody seemed to come from the endless abyss, and was the last hiss of a creature about to be swallowed by the devil.
Shout.
"I have to say, you are a genius, a true artist!" The Cowardly Lion finished his performance and looked at Rikka with a complicated expression.
"My inspiration comes from a person, who is everything to me. This song is to commemorate my first encounter with him." Rikka murmured to himself while looking at the sky, and the scene of the dark rainy night emerged again.
"Choose a name, not only for this song, but also for your swordsmanship." The Cowardly Lion slowly transformed the cello into a rapier, and his whole person's temperament changed drastically again.
"It's you who taught me this, so naturally you should be the one to choose the name. It's also to commemorate you." Seeing the other party's actions, Rikka also knew that today's practice was about to begin.
"Gift of liberation! Holy grace comes to the world, and all souls are liberated!" After saying this, the Cowardly Lion turned into a hurricane and attacked Rikka at high speed.
Rikka, on the other hand, had no reaction to this. She just held the twin swords and twisted her body like a dancer. If you observe carefully, her movements all fall on the beat, like a silent cello. p>
After these ten days of practice, Rikka has abandoned his previous "skinning combat skills" or sublimated them into new sword skills.
If she was a precise killing machine before, now she is an elegant death. Not only can she pierce the opponent's throat with a sword, but she can even be stained without a trace of dust.
The Cowardly Lion's swordsmanship is not difficult to say, but it is not simple to say simple. The principle is to use the smallest consumption of fighting energy in exchange for huge losses to the opponent.
But it was this alien that defied the times that defeated countless powerful opponents, including swordsmen who were at the pinnacle of power.
Rikka's training process is also difficult to describe. She is not a Dou Qi user, and she doesn't even have a trace of Dou Qi in her body.
Her advantages are her extremely hard body and indestructible double blades. But these are the secrets of being a contracted beast, and they are secrets that must not be known to third parties.
Therefore, in this situation, Rikka had no choice but to rely on her "skinning combat skills" and the two meteorite iron swords in her hands. While enduring the Cowardly Lion's strange offensive, she listened carefully to the other party's suggestions.
After spending more than thirty gray linen hoods, Rikka was able to fight with the opponent with ease, and even almost split it in half several times.
The reason why the Flower Moon is called the Flower Moon is not only the season when flowers bloom, but also the moment when petals are flying. The song "Gift of Liberation" sounded in Rikka's mind again, and the two swords in his hands were like extended arms, cutting countless fallen flowers.
into pieces.
Seeing this, the Cowardly Lion on the side looked a little unbelievable. Because to be fair, although he can do this kind of thing, he always misses something.
The melancholy sound of the cello sounded again, and Rikka's body suddenly paused, but then quickly spun again. More petals were cut into pieces, and the ground was gradually covered with a layer of pale pink, like the most magnificent garden.
The last note gradually dissipated, the Cowardly Lion smiled, and two lines of tears quietly fell. Perfect! Apart from this word, he could no longer find how to evaluate it.
"You are not only a natural artist, but also a powerful warrior. Although you have no fighting spirit." The Cowardly Lion's applause suddenly sounded, but only the other party could hear it.
"Beautiful lady, can I know your name? At least let me die a worthy death." The Cowardly Lion stroked his cello, but this time the other party did not transform into a rapier.
Rikka was still looking at the sky with her body on her back. Although this sword skill was extremely powerful, the sequelae were also extremely strong. At this time, she fell into endless sadness and was eager to see Boom's face.
Hearing this, she turned around slowly. Although she was holding two meteorite iron swords in her hands, her expression was like that of a bereaved dog. If you weren't the person in the song, how could you know its meaning?
"Did you also notice the aura on my body?" Rikka seemed to be responding to the other person's words, more like talking to herself.
The Cowardly Lion nodded. The aura on the other person was definitely not human. This was something he knew from the first moment he saw Rikka.
"Then what are your wishes? After all, you are my first teacher." Rikka smiled, but her eyes were filled with endless coldness.
"Give something back to the refugees outside. After all, they are my relatives." The Cowardly Lion dusted off the dust on his body, feeling aristocratic.
The setting sun is like blood, and the evening wind is bleak. This small basin is filled with countless garbage, and buried beneath it is an artist and his cello.
The refugees in the garbage dump were singing and dancing wildly today because they found a wooden box filled with gold coins. As for the music scores, they were reduced to ashes in the bonfire.
Walking into Ogu City, into the black market, into the House of Wonders. Rikka threw her robe into the stove and ducked into Boom's arms.
Boom, who was practicing, almost died due to the chaos of magic power. But when he saw Rikka's desperate look, he swallowed back the blame he was about to blurt out.
Under the moonlight, he kept patting the other person's back, like an old man doting on his pet. The latter closed his eyes and gradually fell into a deep sleep.