The blackening value is being cleared

After that, Anhe did not watch the next two games. As he himself said, he was not interested in the duels that his students did not participate in. Anhe spent all his time training Yamamoto.

When Takeshi Yamamoto went to a game, he visited Bamboo Sushi for the first time when it was closing.

Except for izakayas, restaurants in Japan close very early. Bamboo sushi usually closes at [-]:[-] p.m., which is already very late. Yamamoto left home at [-]:[-] p.m. to meet with Tsunayoshi Sawada and the others. And Anhe visited Yamamoto Tsuyoshi's sushi restaurant while he was away.

"Welcome Light..."

Before Lin Zi finished speaking, a sharp murderous aura burst out from Yamamoto's body.

The murderous intent rushed towards An He.

[It's so dangerous, so dangerous. 】

[Should I say this in order to fit the scene? 】

An He's mental activities were even a bit mischievous, but he didn't say anything, and before he introduced himself, he heard Yamamoto say, "You look very similar to your father."

Just as Yamamoto put down the sharp knife for slicing fish fillets, he looked An He up and down with slightly nostalgic eyes and said, "No, it's not that similar, is it really a mixed race? When I saw you, I remembered what you looked like when you were a child, four or five years old, It's only a little big."

Hearing what he said, An He also recalled.

As I said before, he has practiced sword skills since he was a child. When An He was young, his father took him to visit many people he knew in the past.

There are Japanese and foreigners among these people, and it may be the same to his father as long as he uses a murder weapon.

When his mother returned to Italy or was on a business trip, his father often took him to visit those friends. Takeshi Yamamoto, who came to live in seclusion in Namori Town, had also seen it.

He was much younger then than he is now.

An He suddenly realized, no wonder he felt like old friends at first sight when he saw Takeshi Yamamoto, the reason is here!

After recognizing him as the son of an old friend, Yamamoto's mood calmed down a lot. He probably heard about An He's father, so he didn't say much, just said: "I said that Ah Wu has made rapid progress recently. You guide."

He sighed and said: "Back then your father was a rare genius. When I saw Yu Cangyan Liu's swordsmanship, I knew it, and even proposed a way to improve it. Judging by your appearance, I am afraid that you have inherited his talent back then. .”

"Where is it?" An He fully demonstrated the hypocrisy of adults, "Young Master Ling is also extremely talented, I have never seen such..." He was deliberating whether to say it, but looking at Yamamoto's resolute eyebrows, he always thought that For such a man, his next compliment is not a bad thing.

"I've never seen such a young man who is so suitable to be a killer."

No parent would like to hear others say that about their child. Even though Yamamoto was a well-known ex-assassin, his straight brows were furrowed together, and soon they loosened.

Yamamoto first came out from behind the counter, and pressed the switch of the light bulb inside the red lantern at the door, and the three series of connected lanterns dimmed, signaling the end of Bamboo Sushi's business day.

"Awu, that child, has dreamed of entering Jiashien since he was a child." He said to An He in a steady and gentle tone while doing closing work.

"To be honest, I have always believed that it is not so fair for many children to participate in sports for him who has inherited all my talents and even came out of the blue. Some things he has innately, and they are sleeping in Wu's blood."

“Then I thought, there’s nothing fair or unfair about it.”

"If he can enter Koshien, he will definitely become a famous baseball player in Japan, but at the same time, I am also afraid that he will follow my old path."

An He said, "You are still young, aren't you?"

Yamamoto just shook his head: "When I was young, I thought that such a slutty life as a swordsman and killer was nothing, and I even thought that this should be a man's way of life, but as I got older, I became timid and greedy. Anyi, so I hid in this peaceful small city, married the woman I love, and had Ah Wu again."

"As a father I want him to live in peace and stability, but also I always know in the back of my mind that with such a great talent he probably won't be able to avoid fights."

"He is an overly pure child..." Yamamoto paused for a moment, "He is morally impeccable, he can do anything for his friends, but at the same time his ideas are not so..."

"Even in the most intense and tense battles, he will not lose his composure. At the same time, he is optimistic, positive, and uplifting, as if he is born with a lack of negative emotions. This allows him, as a killer, to not think about metaphysical philosophy and create unwarranted burdens. guilt."

An He wants to take Yamamoto with admiration, even a father who can understand his son so well in modern society is a rare animal.

"Tell me the other day that he found himself a tutor."

Yamamoto just asked An He: "What can you teach him?"

An He said, "A lot."

"If Yamamoto-san needs tutoring in cultural lessons, I can help him with tutoring. If he wants more contacts in swordsmanship, I can take on all the roles by myself."

"Even I don't know what kind of path he will take in the future, what kind of person he will become, but I know that Yamamoto-san has been involved in danger, and he himself is a genius."

An He said slowly: "I've always been reluctant to see geniuses buried. I like to see dusty diamonds bloom brilliantly after being carefully polished and cut."

"Simply put, I can make him survive in this nonsensical world and become stronger."

"I will make him a stronger and tougher version of himself."

An He asked, "Isn't that enough?"

As a result of the conversation, Yamamoto just accepted all of Anhe's arguments, and told him, "Please take care of my incompetent kid."

An He successfully acquired a student.

Yamamoto just invited him to have a sushi sushi. As expected of a sushi chef who was born as a killer, he has exquisite knife skills and is quite delicious.

The next day was the weekend, so he lived in the town for the time being.

Unexpectedly, on the way home, I met a group of noisy young people of different ages.

Varian's Bell is still sitting in a wheelchair. Although he won the battle of Lan, he was also seriously injured. Should it be said that he is worthy of Varian's killer?Obviously just out of the dangerous period, he came out and wandered around looking for supper.

"Japan is really boring. There is not even a bar at night."

"Didn't it say that there is an izakaya or something? Is it written on Google Maps?"

Walking and saying similar things.

On the contrary, Skuvalo didn't plan to come out at first, he didn't pay much attention to Takeshi Yamamoto until he saw the scene where An He put his hand on his shoulder a few days ago.

【That kid...】

He couldn't explain the true thoughts in his heart. All kinds of emotions were like tangled balls of twine, and the source could not be found. When people were upset, even the sword in their hands would become dull. He wanted to tidy up before going to war. own mood.

Then he was dragged out by the paralyzed Bell who was tied to the wheelchair.

[Forget it, just deal with a stinky brat, just get back to normal. 】

[There is only one thing I have to do, and that is to completely defeat him. 】

[The next one is An He. 】

"what."

Just as Scrovallo was immersed in the world of personal thoughts, he suddenly heard Bell say: "Hehehe, what a familiar look."

Looking up, did you meet An He on a narrow road?Scovalo opened his eyes wide and thought: [Asshole, this world is too small, right? 】

"Ah, I haven't seen everyone in Varian for a long time." But the person from the Vongley camp raised his hand and said politely, "Although it's true, it's just that we haven't seen each other for two days."

"I heard that you performed very well in the previous ring battle. With two victories in three games, it is not an exaggeration to say that you have the upper hand. I hope you can continue to work hard."

The smile in his eyes was aimed at Skuvalo: "I will watch the Rain Fight tomorrow."

How should I put it, under normal circumstances, one should be happy to hear a compliment from a local population, but because the speaker is An He, anyone who knows him will feel in a delicate mood, as if being cursed.

Scovalo said, "Did you help him train for Lusilla's match?"

"Oh, maybe Sasakawa-san has better talent?"

"Don't be kidding, that kind of reflex condition can't be explained by talent at all."

Hearing this, An He didn't resist. On the contrary, he said generously: "Since you have recognized it, why do you tell me?"

"I just did what I was supposed to do, that's all."

"Speaking of which, tomorrow your opponent, Mr. Yamamoto, has also received my special training." An He said which pot he didn't open and which pot he picked up, "From this point of view, you are Mr. Yamamoto's senior, Skuwa Luo."

"Huh?" Scuvaro tried to bury his mixed emotions in his loud voice.

Bell: "Hehehe, sure enough, something happened between you?"

An He sighed pretentiously: "Sure enough, when you get older, you will become unlovable. It is the absolute truth in any country."

"However, when I think of you trying to forget and ignore my painstaking efforts, as a senior, I am a little unhappy."

As soon as the words fell, An He used the dark step learned from beating the enemy Hakka. The assassination skills in that world were so outstanding that even Varian didn't notice what An He did. He was using When the dark step shortened the distance, it also released its oppressive evil thoughts at the same time, so that the people who had no intention to protect themselves during the first contact could not move.

From Scuvaro's point of view, it's like a gloomy and chilling iceberg that weighs heavily on his shoulders, and he can't move forward or back, he can only stand there strong, enduring the storm-like invasion.

"Have you really forgotten?" An He put his cold hands on his cheeks. The distance between the two was so close that he could even clearly see the pores on An He's cheeks, as well as his blue-black pupils.

It was a wonderful color caused by mixed blood. In most cases, it was pure black, but under certain lights, it appeared like a sea that was calm before the storm and was gathering strength.

Like a ferocious beast that can roar and break free from its cage at any time.

An He asked: "Or, do you need me to help you remember?"

【"It must be very interesting to hear you crying and calling senior."】

"Gudong—" Skuvalo swallowed.

"Just kidding~"

In the tense atmosphere where the battle was about to break out, An He suddenly took a step back and said in a slightly mischievous tone, and then he returned to his normal social state.

"I won't do anything to you here because of emotion and reason. After all, I am theoretically a helper of Peng Liefang, and rashly attacking Varian's people will cause disaster."

"What's more, I think my new disciple also has the strength to fight with you, and maybe he can replicate your miracle of defeating the first sword emperor back then."

"As a teacher, of course you have to leave the stage of performance to the students, you know what I mean, Scrovallo."

The smile on the corner of An He's mouth was extremely dazzling to him.

"I also left the stage to you back then, just to be the man behind you, right?"

After leaving ambiguous words, the two parties broke up unhappy. The strange telekinetic ability shown by An He made Varian's people quite jealous. They didn't think they were frightened by the murderous aura. What power they do not know.

as well as……

"Hehehe, it's getting more and more interesting." Bell said with a smile, "Skuvalo, you had an affair with that man, and the boss also had an affair with that man. There must have been a lot of things that happened to you that would please the prince."

"Whispering!" I don't know if Skuvalo was angry or something else, he didn't even have the patience to persuade Bell, and he just sent him back.

Replication... a miracle?

Thinking of An He's words, Scuvaro sneered: "Are you kidding? It is absolutely impossible for him to usher in the end as easily as the first sword emperor Durr."

He will only win, clear all obstacles for xanxus, and until that day, trample that man to the ground as a swordsman.

The next day came quickly, and An He came to watch the ring match as scheduled. He followed behind Takeshi Yamamoto like a coach watching students participating in a national competition.

"How is it, Yamamoto? Nervous?"

Yamamoto said with a smile: "There must be nervousness, but there must be more excitement. I will be able to fight Skuvalo soon. I am very much looking forward to it!"

"Speaking of which, Mr. Anhe, you once said that Skuvalo was also mentored by you, right?"

"That's right, at your age, he is already the second-generation sword emperor who is famous in Italy for killing the first generation sword emperor." An He said, "Be careful, Mr. Yamamoto, Scovalo is definitely not easy to deal with. people."

"Understood." Yamamoto nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Anhe, I swear to myself in my heart that I will help Ah Gang win the ring back."

"I will win."

Varian's people came earlier than them. Yamamoto saw Skuwaro, nodded enthusiastically before going to war and said: "Skuwaro, I have heard a lot about you from Anhe."

Scovalo: "..."

Is this brat showing off?

"An He said..."

"He also said..."

One, two, three, four... As the frequency of "Anhe" appeared more and more, the number of crosses on Skuvalo's forehead became more and more, and finally he couldn't hold back his bad temper and said : "Shut up, brat, who wants to hear you showing off? Mind your own business, you only have one battle to live, you know that!"

Yamamoto was confused: 【Ah, Skuvalo seems to be angry? 】

[But why is he angry? 】

[Obviously we are just talking about Ann and my personal affairs in a very ordinary way. 】