Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Obviously he was an uninvited guest who broke in on his own, but the man seemed to be the king of his own country, and the guest who was angry at his arrogant speech was also awakened long-lost memory when he saw his face.

"Erina, long time no see." He looked at Nakiri Erina, the girl's body was stiff and trembling, she was in fear, almost suffocating fear.

"Father..." Her voice was dry, as if uttering this word would consume all her strength.

Nakiri Ji, her biological father, was also a person who was expelled from the family by her grandfather and cleared documents and was no longer allowed to be mentioned.

Nakiri Erina tried to say something, but her voice almost changed its tone, she couldn't say anything, she couldn't defy this man at all, she couldn't do anything, even today after Nakiri Ji left for many years, she still There is no way to get rid of that fear.

Just like a marionette, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of the strings wrapped around your body.

The girl took a step back and almost bumped into Zong Jue's desk.

"Mr. Nakiri," Zong Jue finally said, "bullying children is not what adults should do."

"You—" Nakiriji narrowed his eyes and looked at this figure sitting with his back facing him, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but whoever he was familiar with in this school hadn't been married to him before? blame.

So he walked over and said coldly, "Why don't you tell me what you said just now?"

His steps were not fast, but they were long. He had already walked behind Zong Jue in two or three steps, and reached out to pat Zong Jue on the shoulder——

A second before his hand touched Zong Jue's shoulder, a table knife brushed across his cheek, and at the same time Gexian Kanesada's knife was already resting on his neck.

The purple-haired young man with a gentle face looked at him with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a real person at all, and whether it was the slight cold sting on his neck or the cold light on the blade in his sight, they all showed that he was in conflict. What is on his neck is not a good-looking ornament.

"In front of the main hall, please be cautious in your words and deeds." The young man's tone was calm, full of warning, with an unusually calm expression on his face, just like his hands that didn't tremble in the slightest, cutting thistles without the slightest bit. I suspect that if I do something, the knife on my neck will slit my throat without hesitation.

The boy sitting opposite the purple-haired youth, who looked like he was only in his teens, was using a fork to put a small piece of cake left on the plate into his mouth, and the knife in his hand should have disappeared.

"General, do you want to try it?" The child tilted his head to look at the black-haired young man sitting in the main seat, and suddenly bent his eyes, showing a cute smile.

It's chilling.

Nakiri Ji felt something dripping down his cheek, and then there was pain that couldn't be ignored.

The originally noisy restaurant quieted down at a certain moment, and the guests felt a chill behind them as they looked at the table knife nailed into the wall.

Are the guests invited this time from the gang?

In other words, when did there become so many characters in the big gangs in Japan?

The atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating, but Zong Jue unhurriedly ate the few remaining bites of food on the plate, "How is it?" he asked Yao Lang.

"It's not bad." Yao Lang said, his brows and eyes slightly drooping, completely unaffected by the changes in the arena.

"That's good." Zong Jue put down his knife and fork, and raised his head slightly to look at Nakiri Ji standing behind his chair: "I just said that bullying children is not something adults should do, Ah Ji."

The moment he saw Zong Jue's face, Nakiri Ji froze.

"How...how could you..."

"Ge Xian." Zong Jue motioned, and Ge Xian Kaneding put his sword back into its sheath and sat back quietly. The young man looked elegant and gentle, not at all like someone who would draw his sword without even saying hello.

Yaken Toshiro looked at the dessert on the plate with a serious face, looking like the most ordinary child.

"Even my own daughter can't do it with this kind of attitude." Zong Jue looked at the junior who was not as cute as when he was young and said, "Be careful of being asked by the parents' committee to talk."

Nakiriji didn't speak, but just looked at Zong Jue with that incredible look, not the look of seeing some rare creature, but the kind of horror and fear in the eyes of seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

Everything seems to have been pressed to a freeze frame, only the sound of the piano flows slowly in the stagnant air, dragging out a graceful and erratic soft vibrato.

"Hey, Nakiri!" The red-haired boy pushed open the door, and his voice broke the stiff atmosphere, "Is there any room?"

"Xinghei...kun...?" Nakiri Erina looked at the young boy Yukihira Soma who barged in, with a look of asking for help that she didn't even notice in her eyes.

Xingping?Zong Jue glanced at the boy again when he heard the surname, and saw a familiar outline on his face.

"Nakiri!" Xing Ping Chuangzhen seemed to be born with no skill points to see the atmosphere, completely ignoring the silence in the room and just pulling Nakiri Erina and said, "Sorry for breaking in so suddenly, I think Try the dishes you prepared this time, I wonder if it will work?!"

The young man's eyes were earnest and sincere, maybe it wasn't that he didn't know how to read the atmosphere, but that his enthusiasm for cooking was enough for him to ignore anything else.

"Ah, the table here is empty, can I sit?" He pointed to the only vacant seat and asked.

"That's..." Nakiri Erina subconsciously looked at Nakiri Ji, and Xinghei Somari naturally misunderstood her meaning, walked over and asked: "Excuse me, sir, if possible, can we share the table?"

"He won't mind." Zong Jue replied on behalf of his junior student whose thoughts had temporarily stopped, and looked at Nakie Ji with one hand on his chin, "Ah Ji should be very happy, after all, this is the one you admire the most The son of Saibajo Ichiro-senpai."

"What?!" Before Nakiri Jiji could react, it was Nakiri Erina who screamed first, staring at Xinghei Soma with wide eyes, "You are, you are Saibajo Ichiro's son?!"

Zong Jue raised his eyebrows and looked outside the door: "Didn't you tell her, Commander?"

The commander-in-chief of Totsuki Academy, Nakiri Senzaemon, had already stood outside the door at some point, with a group of onlookers who didn't know if they had anything to do with him behind him.

"Old people tend to be forgetful." Nakiri Senzaemon said, "I was shocked when you came back, and I thought it was a scam call."

When he faced Zong Jue, his attitude was extremely gentle, so gentle that it made others look surprised.

"No one will use my name to deceive people." Zong Jue said, "You didn't come here specially for me, did you?"

"For you, it's normal for me to come in person." Nakiri Senzaemon said.

Even though Zong Jue was elusive when he was in school, his attendance rate and grades were low every year, he was definitely not a good student, and he did not engage in any cooking-related work after graduation and disappeared directly, but as the largest shareholder of Yuanyue, The veto power in Zong Jue's hands is real.

Even if this god has been in hiding for more than ten years and has never exercised this right.

His appearance is not good news for Nakiriji from any angle.

It is true that Nakiri Ji now has the consent of more than half of the Yuanyue Ten Heroes to immediately announce the abolition of Nakiri Senzaemon's position as commander-in-chief, but Zong Jue's veto power can also be directly vetoed this resolution.

"Ah Ji, whatever you want to do, you'd better do it after I'm gone." Zong Jue propped his chin and showed a friendly smile to his unlovable junior, "Don't forget that I still have that A little right."

Nakieji's face completely darkened, and he clenched his fist tightly to control himself not to be impulsive. Under the current situation, he has no chance of winning, and no one would have thought that Zong Jue hadn't appeared for more than ten years The former major shareholder will appear today, but fortunately, he just hit the muzzle of the gun, messed up, everything is messed up, he feels that everything has become absurd and unbelievable, like a piece of impossible but true falling from the sky The boulder shattered all his plans.

It is impossible for Zong Jue to support him. It has been like this since he was in school. Therefore, whether it is the damn veto or the huge amount of shares, it has become a reminder of his plan, turning this sure-fire raid into a A total joke.

When he was still in school, Zong Jue had already fully demonstrated to him how powerful the power of capital is, so powerful that even the high school board of directors would bow their heads, and powerful enough to make any unfavorable decision become A scrap of paper.

Unable to win, Nakie Ji was sweating profusely, and could almost taste the blood in his mouth.

As long as Zong Jue is still there, he will definitely not be able to win.

No matter how delicious the cuisine is, there is no way to compete with the capital that is huge enough to overwhelm the entire academy. The only thing that can make him a little bit lucky is Zong Jue's ambiguous attitude at the moment.

He remembered that what this person liked most was to watch the fire from the other side and watch them fight to the death.

"Let's go." Nakiri Ji looked at Nakiri Senzaemon, "But everything won't end like this."

Nakiri Senzaemon completely pretended not to see this person, and only asked Zong Jue with a smile how Nakiri Erina's cooking tasted.

And Nakiri Erina dragged Soma Xinghei as if he had been greatly stimulated, and couldn't accept that the other party was actually the son of Saibajo Ichiro whom she was longing for, and felt indescribably excited and excited about it. The expression made Xingping Chuangzhen's back tremble, and he felt like a mouse being targeted by a cat.

After Nakie Ji left, Zong Jue said some simple polite words, and then politely said goodbye and left.

"I bought you a whole night of time to fight back." Zong Jue blinked, "Don't lose too fast."

Compared with a one-sided situation, a war that is still evenly matched is more interesting.

Nakiri Erina sent off the guests with her grandfather. What happened tonight was far beyond the girl's comprehension. She could only accept the information numbly, but was unable to react.

In short, his mind went blank, and he could only stand there blankly and watch Zong Jue and others leave.

……

The flow of time in Honmaru is different from that in that world, so when Zong Jue brought people back to Honmaru, the sky in Honmaru was still bright.

"I have unlocked the permission on the time-space converter, and you can use the sword room as you like." Zong Jue said to Yaken Toshiro and Utasen Kanesada, "In the past few days, you should first go out for normal battles to increase your training speed. I have some It's going to-"

Not far away, Foxosuke's cry drowned out the end of his "Leave for a few days", and Fox Shikigami seemed to have a loudspeaker with him, shouting from a distance, "Master God Judge, there are urgent documents! "Running forward, a sudden brake stopped at Zong Jue's feet, gasping for breath, and said: "Huang Quan's urgent documents need you to deal with them immediately!"

It projected the document while it was talking, and Zong Jue knew at a glance that it was a document from Ghost Lantern - after working with Ghost Lantern for many years, he was very clear about Zong Jue's impatient nature of reading documents, so he would draw a sign on the upper right corner of really urgent documents tag, then summarize the summary in the first three lines of the file.

——The original spirit of Xiaohumaru on Gao Tianyuan is missing, and it is suspected that he was forcibly descended from the gods, and is very likely to be involved in the black market trade of swords.

Zong Jue's eyes turned cold.