On when Echizen will reveal his vest

The huge Dresden stone slab is placed under the transparent floor, and the slate is covered with scars, carrying an indescribable sense of mystery.

It is also imprisoned by countless chains.

"What is this?" Ryoma squatted down, trying to touch the slate. He subconsciously felt that the slate was related to his supernatural power.

"This is the Dresden Stone, because of its choice, we can become kings, have our own sword of Damocles, and form our own clan."

Izona Society introduced, "It is also because of it that we have the responsibility that belongs to the king."

"Responsibility?" Ryoma raised his head and looked at Izanasha with some doubts, but then glanced at the Blue King Munakata Reishi.

Before this, the King of Blue asked him a question: your supernatural power, your position, and the identity of the king.

It is similar to the words of Izona Society.

"It is the reason why the slate gives us strength, so that we can use the power of the king to protect our companions and our country."

The history of the Dresden Stones and the abilities of the seven kings are told in a gentle tone.

After listening to it, Ryoma also found it interesting.

"So can I have clan members too?" Ryoma asked grabbing one of the key words.

Clan members, if possible, he also hopes to fight side by side with those seniors of Qingxue.

But this thought was only for a moment, he didn't want to drag the seniors into a dark and dangerous place together.

He alone is enough.

"Of course." Izanashe knew what the boy was thinking when he saw the enthusiasm for clan members in the boy's eyes suddenly disappear.

As kings, they have parted ways with others from the moment they possess the sword of Damocles.

If you have a partner who goes forward together, it is naturally a happier thing.

"Clan members can be ordinary people or people with supernatural powers. If you want to accept someone as a clan member, you can pass your power to him."

Thinking of the boy's abilities, Izanashe said clearly, "You already know what your own abilities are?"

Ryoma nodded as he thought of the supernatural power he had used just now at the end of the battle.

"It's a power related to copying. You can also give your king's power a name. For example, my power represents eternity, and the power of the blue king is order. So what do you think your power represents? Woolen cloth?"

From the time he realized what his special ability was, Ryoma had already thought of the name of his special ability.

The only word associated with my ordinary life, "Anatta."

"Agata? It's very appropriate." Izanasha nodded, and then looked at Munakata Reishi who was standing upright, "King of Blue, what do you want to say?"

Munakata Reiji adjusted his glasses, and took a look at the boy whose chest was only as tall as his own.

Too low, too small.

"I have no objection to the decision of the slate. It's just that the colorless king is a symbol of a joke card. I need to know the colorless king's response to his position."

The cold and calm voice was like Reji Munakata himself, giving off a feeling of inhumanity.

Izana shrugged, "So, Ryoma, how would you respond?"

Seeing the scene of the three big men standing in front of the boy and not letting him go without saying anything, Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned and said, "Why are you talking so much? Is this why you are not allowed to go home?"

Don't even try to bully or abduct the students he wants in front of him.

"I hated this ability at first. But now,"

Ryoma gave Chuya Nakahara a reassuring look, then clenched his palms tightly and looked at Reisi Munakata, "It is a tool for me to protect my companions and myself."

Now that he has a superpower, he will use it well.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard this and nodded in agreement.

As expected of the student he was looking for, he had the same idea as him.

On the other hand, Munakata Reishi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, walked towards Ryoma, looked down at the young man, and parted his thin lips slightly, "I have no objection."

After all, stride out, I hope you can keep this idea

"It's so tugging." Nakahara Chuya frowned and looked at Munakata Reisi's back, who was even more tugging than him.

"Then we have no objection, Ryoma should keep in touch with us frequently."

Izona shoved a communicator into Ryoma's hand, "Just use this to contact us, and of course we will contact you as well."

Ryoma took the communicator and nodded, then pouted, "I still have a job, so don't contact me every day."

"Okay." Izanasha couldn't help laughing, rubbed the boy's soft hair, and then turned to the port Mafia gravity user Nakahara Chuya, "Then please send Ryoma home."

"Need to talk." Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, tilted his head to look at the boy, "Let's go, go home."

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Izanashe breathed a sigh of relief.

This matter can finally be let go.

"Weitzman, do you think that kid is really reliable?" Dajue Guochang frowned and looked at Izona Society.

The child was too young, too thin, and too easily destroyed.

"Lieutenant, don't underestimate weak people." Izona put his hands in his pockets, his eyes long.

And that kid is not weak at all, he just needs room to grow up.

Guochang Lu Dajue didn't reply, of course he also hoped that the Colorless King could grow up as soon as possible.

After all, he was running out of time.

Looking at the night sky outside, Ryoma already expected the result of being scolded when he went back.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, why don't you go home first." Ryoma suggested.

"How can a man backtrack on what he says?" Nakahara Chuya raised his eyebrows and looked at Ryoma, and then opened up the topic, "The position you just said is very similar to mine."

"?" Ryoma glanced suspiciously at the young man walking side by side with him, pretending to be a listener.

"I think so too, I always have." Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his voice.

From the sheep to the port Mafia, his idea has not changed, which is to protect his companions.

He will protect himself, but like Ryoma, he protects his companions first.

The two of them are actually very similar, and they both have a heart of innocence.

Knowing that Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of his own affairs, Ryoma didn't say anything.

The two of them just walked towards each other without saying a word, and Chuya Nakahara didn't express his thoughts until they reached their destination.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan, then I'll go in first." Longma stood at the door and nodded to Zhongyuanzhong.

"Well, how did I think about what I said?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows and looked at Ryoma, with anticipation in his eyes, "I will teach you how to protect your companions and yourself, so that you can use your supernatural powers to the limit."

He heard the conversation of the group of people, and also knew that Ryoma's ability was a copying ability,

He knew in his heart how powerful the copying ability would be if he made good use of it.

Although when Ryoma nullified his ability, he inexplicably thought of that annoying mackerel's ability.

But thinking about Ryoma's belonging to Tokyo, Nakahara Chu suppressed his displeasure with mackerel.

They may not have met each other at all.

"Mr. Zhongyuan doesn't mind if I have a teacher." Ryoma raised his eyes and said.

"Hmph, then I'll let you see which teacher teaches better."

Zhong Yuan also bent his lips and said, then looked at the room with the warm lights on, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, go in, don't make your parents wait."

Zhongyuan Zhong also took Ryoma's communicator and wrote down his mobile phone number, "I will contact you when the training starts."

"Yes, goodbye, senior." Ryoma retracted his communicator and waved to Zhongya Zhongya.

Long Ma, who came back late, knew he was ashamed, and prepared to go upstairs quietly.

But he didn't expect that when he opened the door, two great gods of his family were sitting in the living room, facing the door, obviously waiting for him to come back.

"I'm back, Mom." Ryoma looked at Rinko Takeuchi, and said in an unreasonable and unreasonable manner.

"It's good to be back, why are you back so late?"

Seeing her son looking at her softly, Rinko Takeuchi, who originally thought she could act as a strict mother, also let out a sigh of relief.

"Master Longma has grown up, has he learned how to date girls?"

Although Echizen Nanjiro was angry in his heart that Ryoma came back a little late, but on the surface he still didn't do anything right.

"No." Ryoma muttered, not looking at who he met today.

"It's just playing late."

Rinko Takeuchi sighed, "In the future, no matter how late we call, we must call our family, otherwise we will be worried, you know?"

After finishing speaking, hearing the voice from Ryoma's stomach, the corners of his mouth bent, "You're hungry, I'll go and warm you up."

Ryoma blushed and nodded.

Seeing Rinko Takeuchi leave, Echizen Nanjiro stroked his chin and looked at his son, "Ryoma, did you really go to play tennis?"

He doesn't look like it, this kid must have something to hide from him.

"Dad, do you want to play tennis?" Ryoma looked at Echizen Nanjiro with his tennis racket, his eyes full of provocation.

"Hey, do you want to lose to me?" Saying so, Echizen Nanjiro still got up and walked towards the tennis court in the backyard with Ryoma.

No, is his brat changing the subject?

"You haven't answered me yet?" Echizen Nanjiro said.

"Dad, here comes the ball." Too lazy to answer, Ryoma hit the ball directly.

"Really, Master Ryoma, then let me see the results of your practice in Yokohama."

Feeling the difference between the tennis this time and the last time they played, Echizen Minamijiro also became slightly serious.

Willow head on the moon.

The people in the kitchen were still busy, and the sound of tennis balls was "bang bang" in the backyard.

Said that there is a change, but there is no change.