[Comprehensive] I have become a goddess or a goddess again

The man who was making soba noodles in the kitchen had a very muscular figure. Even though his whole body was wrapped in clothes, he could still see very clear muscle lines, and the prominent muscle mass on his back contained infinite strength.

Even though he was just making dinner, the man's every move was full of ferocious aura, as if what he was wielding was not a kitchen knife, but a long sword.It seems that what is under the knife is not a green onion, but the head of the enemy.

Looking at it from a distance, it feels like the man's figure fills up the small kitchen, which looks very crowded - he can only describe it as huge.

But upon closer inspection, I found that everything just now was just an illusion—it was just a man about 190 centimeters.

The sleeve of the left arm is empty—in that incident, he lost his left arm as a price for slaying the king.

Qingwang Zhang Yuxun's clan is known as the strongest swordsman "Onizhi Shantiao". As a clansman who lost the king, the current situation makes people feel a little emotional, but there is absolutely no feeling of sympathy - he is a strong man, Already strong enough by itself, he doesn't need useless sympathy to fill his life.

The sound of the doorbell from the living room made Yoshijo stop his movements.

Turning off the coal fire to the minimum, turning on the faucet with one hand, rinsing his hands, and wiping them with a towel laid aside, Zenjo resolutely walked towards the door.

"It's so late, who could it be? Yanjin?"

Guessing the identity of the visitor, Zenjo walked to the door resolutely and opened it with his hands.

Seeing some strange people in front of him, there is a sense of familiarity, but Shanjo can't remember the identity of the person for the time being.

It's a boy...

Thinking of this, Shanjo resolutely showed a kind smile and said, "What's the matter with visiting my house so late..."

Before he finished speaking, Shanjo was stunned by his determination—he saw the sword on the boy's waist.

"You are... Chihiro?!"

No mistake, the saber bestowed by the king, as well as the sense of familiarity it gave him, all proved the identity of the boy.

Because he was so shocked that he forgot to make any reaction, Shanjo even stood at the door, not even inviting the young man in - in normal times, such a disrespectful behavior would never happen to him.

"Mr. Shanjo, I am really sorry for all these years."

Seeing the man who opened the door, Aida Chihiro bowed deeply to him, and kept this posture for a long time - without the man's permission, he would not get up.

Standing at the door of Zenjo Takeshi's house, Aida Chihiro was in an unprecedentedly disturbed mood.

The moment he saw Shanjo's resoluteness, a very complicated feeling came to his heart, and finally it all turned into a thicker apology.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Shanjo, please punish me."

Handing the sword bestowed by the king to Yoshijo Takeshi in this gesture, Aida Chihiro was waiting for Yoshijo Takeshi to take over the sword and give him punishment-as the punishment he had avoided for so many years.

A strong and warm hand lifted him up, and then, he felt a heavy press on his back by this powerful hand, and he was stuck in a warm embrace.

"Teacher Shantiao..."

He heard a man's sigh and a trembling hoarse voice from above his head.

"It's good that you come back... Qianyu. You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who did the wrong thing." He was not strong enough to fulfill the king's wish, and even beheaded the king by the sword in the end. Responsibility.

The young man who was thought to have passed away now appeared in front of him intact. This shocked Yoshijo's fortitude, but at the same time he was very relieved.

The survival of any teammate is a kind of comfort to him, especially Chihiro Aida - after all, he is an excellent student brought up by himself.

……

Sitting face to face at the low table in the living room, Aida Chihiro had a large bowl of soba noodles in front of him.

"See if my craftsmanship has deteriorated, Chihiro."

Looking at the man with a very gentle smile on the opposite side, Aida Chihiro nodded respectfully towards him, clasping his hands together.

"I'm going to start."

"Hahaha...you don't have to be so particular about it in my house, Chihiro."

The man is in a very good mood, even his words are full of joy.

Put the soba noodles with chopsticks into a bowl filled with sauce, mix them, sprinkle with chopped green onions, and put them in your mouth. The familiar taste blooms on the taste buds.

"It's delicious! Zenjo-sensei! It's the same as before... No, the taste is better than before!"

"Hahaha, really? Then eat more!"

In the small apartment, although there were only two people, the atmosphere was rare and warm.Although they have been separated for six years, the way the two get along is the same as before, and the long separation does not seem to have brought any barriers between them.

"Teacher Shantiao, is your right hand the price for killing the king?"

Stopping the chopsticks, Aida Chihiro looked at the empty sleeves, full of self-blame.

Yoshijo Kokichi is very open-minded about this matter - over the years, he has gotten used to living without his left arm.

"Well, I think it's probably true, but I'm used to it, and it hasn't affected my life at all, Qianyu, you don't need to worry."

How could it not affect life!

Looking at the hand that was rougher than before, there was still some dirt in the crevices-because I lost a hand, there was no way to clean it.

It's not that it doesn't affect your life, it's just that you're used to it.

Sensing the boy's sudden depression, Shanjo smiled resolutely and reassuringly at him and said, "Don't mind, Chihiro. This is just my punishment..." It was his punishment for killing the king.

Before the words fell, the boy's eager voice sounded in the living room.

"That's not the case! Teacher Shantiao is just trying to fulfill the king's wish! This is what the king expects!"

Yes, this is what the king expects to happen - let the sacrifice of one person prevent a greater loss, they have a great king, and Teacher Shanjo deserves everyone's respect.

"Teacher Shantiao just did what a courtier should do!"

The young man's eyes were burning, and there were eager emotions in them - some were resolute towards Shan Tiao, and some were towards the king of youth, Yu Zhang Xun.

"Teacher Shanjo has always been my most respected teacher!"

After being stunned for a while, Shan Tiao resolutely passed his hand through the low table and landed on the boy's head accurately, smiling very lovingly, like a father to a child, with a bit of relief—although Yanjin also followed He said similar things, but it was a completely different feeling when the boy said it, he was comforted by success...

"Well, what Qianyu said is right, so you don't need to blame yourself anymore. It is not your fault that this happened. I am already very happy and satisfied that you are willing to come to see me." After all, this young man is so Respect and worship the king.

"Teacher Shantiao..."

"That's how you look like a child, Chihiro, you're really too old, hahaha."

The hair was not touched gently by the broad palms, but Aida Chihiro felt very warm and satisfied - he hadn't experienced such warmth for a long time.

After tidying up the dishes, Aida Chihiro offered to ask to finish washing, but Yoshijo persevered and did not refuse.

Standing outside the kitchen, Shanjo resolutely stroked the saber hanging from his waist and said, "Qianyu, go to the nearby dojo to compete with me later. After so many years, you should have grown."

Hearing Zenjo's resolute words, Aida Chihiro's back straightened—he hadn't experienced Zenjo's swordsmanship for a long time.

Especially the kind of unforgettable Iaido - this is also his goal all the time, to become a powerful person like Zenjo Sensei.

"Yes!"

It was the boy's firm voice that answered the man.