[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

...Ah, it looks like, no, it should be exactly the same as Squalo 18 years later.

However, there is still a little difference. Although the grown-up Spellby Squalo is also very irritable and awkward, but the number of blushes is very small. Forcibly cover the past by yelling, destroying walls, and smashing through floors.

But it's also cute. I like people who seem too innocent in some inexplicable places.Because it looks good to bully.

I lowered my head, lowered my eyes, and stared straight at the young Squalo as if I was looking at something novel, even though the latter looked more and more awkward under my too naked gaze, I didn't intend to look away either.

Thinking of what Sawada Iemitsu told me, I didn't show that I was very familiar with Squalo rashly, although according to the time I met Squalo, I can swear that no one knows him better than me... Uh, except maybe Mr. Xanxus.

I couldn't help but look at the other's fleshy cheek a few more times, secretly warned myself not to touch, not to pinch, and never offend the other party when we met for the first time, and then sighed according to my heart: "Mr. Doer, I think you That's not right, Sku... No, Mr. Squalo is not a brat with a bad temper and a bad attitude who likes to yell and look down on others, Mr. Squalo is obviously so cute."

Squalo blushed a little, and after he reacted quickly, he punched Dole's waist twice viciously with his small round fist, as if teaching him to speak ill of himself behind his back, and said fiercely: "How can I have a bad temper?" Worse?!"

Duer was beaten so hard by him that he bared his lips: "You still said you have a good temper??"

Squalo was so angry that he couldn't speak, he straightened his soft lips stiffly, and simply turned his head away.

Dull laughed twice, put Squalo down, and then pressed his whole palm on the top of Squalo's head, unceremoniously brushing the other's short, fluffy white hair.The latter showed an expression of hovering on the edge of the fried hair, but for some reason, he endured it abruptly.

Dull put on the appearance of a parent showing off his child's achievements, and said to me: "This guy's name is Spelbi Squalo, and he is a child of the Vengley affiliated family. Although he is still young, he is actually in the He has a very high talent in the way of swordsmanship, and his talent may still be higher than mine."

"Hmph, it's obvious without you saying it!" The pride in Squalo's eyes was almost overflowing, obviously he was quite confident in his talent in swordsmanship.

I nodded and said firmly, "Well, I can see it."

Dull was a little curious: "Eh? How did you see it?"

"Because of his hands." I pointed out curtly.

Squalo spread out his small hands belatedly, I bent down slightly, and moved the opponent's hands gently into my own in a very natural way, Squalo's body and expression accompanied me The movement stiffened for a moment, but recovered quickly.

I held his hand and explained: "I noticed his hand just now. There are calluses left from holding the sword on the palm of his hand. This level of callus means that he holds the sword for at least four hours a day. .It’s already very powerful for a child, and this is not something that can be done with talent alone.”

"From the first time we met, I thought you...would be a very great swordsman." I said sincerely, my voice and eyes didn't waver at all, because compared to the current Squalo, I've seen pretty far into the future.

Squalo stared at me blankly and didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he moved his soft lips as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't make a sound.He tilted his head, not knowing why he looked a little awkward as if he was not good at expressing his feelings, and seemed a little shy. He pursed his lips and said, "Of course."

"...And, that," he hesitated, and finally said unnaturally, "...thank you."

I:"……"

Dole and I showed kind expressions at the same time.

Squalo jumped angrily: "Hey! What kind of eyes do you have?! Don't look at me like that!!"

After a brief greeting, today's training session will soon begin.It is said to be a training course, but because the strength level difference between the two sides is too large, it presents a cruel crushing situation.The same background as an assassin, Duer is very familiar with my attack method of only attacking the vital parts of the human body, and the competition is his proud swordsmanship. His strength is stronger than mine, and his speed is faster than mine.

To be honest, when I faced Toure, I vaguely felt a sense of oppression that Mr. Naru gave me when I first met him, but I don’t know if it was because of the difference in strength or personality. Still weaker.It was this weakened sense of oppression that gave me the idea that "it's not that I can't beat him", but it made me more eager to fight.

I am not a belligerent person, and my passions in all aspects are exquisitely maintained at a moderately weak level-maybe I am a little interested in money-too ​​strong desires will make it difficult to keep my mind clear, and then Gradually blinding the eyes, "Greed" is a very Achilles' heel for killers who need to cover their tracks.

However, the strong contrast between a strong opponent and my own weakness aroused my desire to suppress the competition below the average line. Hold back—after all, it was clear to me long ago that I was an incompetent person who hated myself so much.

Duer seems to have seen this point, so he went all out and mercilessly.In this respect, he is indeed an excellent teacher.

"The strength of the arm is too weak."

"Don't just focus on offense! Defense is also necessary."

"The speed of vision changes should be accelerated, and you must learn to predict when your reaction ability is not as good as the opponent's actions."

"The key to prediction is to observe the changes in the muscles. The body's response will not be deceiving."

……

Under Doer's slightly appreciative eyes, I really felt my progress. 210 Eight losses and one draw. In the final draw, my left face was left with a shallow gash caused by the sharp sword energy, and a little blood oozed from Duer's neck. In the end, no one attacked again. room for.

Dull stuck the sword in his hand on the ground, and stroked the top of the hilt with his palm like a scepter.He looked at me as if he was looking at a growing branch, and he had vaguely seen the shape of the growing tree in his eyes.Duer smiled at me, and said in a relaxed tone: "Huh... it's over, if this continues, I won't have anything to teach you."

I shook my head, raised my hand and wiped off the blood on my face in a perfunctory manner, and said solemnly: "Before I have completely won you, every battle is just a failure for me."

Hearing this, Duer's eyes moved slightly, and then he said with half sigh and half expectation: "Pretty answer. I'm starting to envy that Nail guy, what kind of woman will you become in the future... I really want to wait until The day I saw it with my own eyes.”

"Ah," I thought for a while and said with a serious expression, "You probably won't be able to wait for that day."

Dole was at a loss: "???"

Then, I walked up to Squalo, who had been watching until the end, squatted down, and kept my eyes on the other side.

Although Squalo is a noisy and bluffing child on the surface, at this time he has shown the same calm and calm personality as he has since, watching every scene silently and attentively from beginning to end. fighting.

Squalo looked at me a little strangely, with an unnatural expression on his face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," I blinked, and said calmly, "I'm just waiting for you to praise me."

Squalo suddenly showed an expression of "Is your brain broken?": "???"

Duer, who seemed to have lost his name at this moment: "Can't I praise you enough???"

Seeing that the young Squalo pursed his lips for a long time without any response, I couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of loss—sure enough, Squalo 18 years ago and Squalo 18 years later, although physiologically It's the same person, but very different to me.

If it had been the original Spelby Squalo, he would have said something to me.Whether it's praise or taunting, encouragement or taunting, his words have always meant a lot to me.

Squalo snorted: "Are you kidding, I don't take losers seriously."

I thought for a while, then nodded: "Well, that's what I said..."

At this moment, the left side of my face suddenly softened—probably because my movements were too sloppy just now, and the blood on my face was not wiped off. Squalo reached out to me, and carefully wiped the blood on my face go.

"Let's wait until you win." Squalo continued.After he finished speaking, he shut his mouth and refused to speak again. The soft white hair around his ears could not hide the reddened roots of his ears at all.

I:"…………"

I couldn't help but stare at the other person's fleshy cheeks and short fluffy white hair, and once again warned myself not to pinch, not to touch, and absolutely not to offend the other party to avoid a bad impression.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of something, turned my head to look at Duer who was standing aside, and asked with some doubts: "Mr. Duer, may I ask you a question?"

"Ask, just ask," Dole raised his chin at me, "Don't be so polite to me, just skip the honorifics."

Now that the other party said so, I pointed it out straight to the point: "When you fought just now, you never used your left hand at all. Why is that?"

Duer is not the kind of person who will give water to his opponent for some special reasons. As a swordsman who pursues honor, he has always gone all out.That's why I'm a little puzzled by the fact that he doesn't use his left hand at all.

"This?" Dole raised his left hand and shook it, explaining, "It's just because of an agreement."

I tilted my head: "Promise?"

"I have been to many countries and challenged many swordsmen on the way of pursuing the way of swordsmanship." Duer's face showed a look of reminiscence, which seemed to be a very pleasant memory, "but there is one person who impressed me very deeply. He A true French soldier."

"At that time, he was looking for the murderer of his sister, and we parted soon. I made an oath that I would never use this left hand to fight again until I defeated him."

I:"……"

Is there any cause and effect relationship?

"I learned that he came to Italy more than ten years ago, and he seemed to be looking for something, but I quickly lost his news," Duer said, his expression gradually becoming serious, "but that man will not He died inexplicably, so I have been looking for his whereabouts for ten years..."

Having said that, Dole clenched his left fist tightly and said, "I think I will find him soon."

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