[Comprehensive] Takasugi-kun's Melancholy

The schedule of the private school is quite reasonable, culture class in the morning and kendo class in the afternoon. There is even a perfectly built dojo here, and the kendo masters in the dojo are all contemporary masters of swordsmanship.

Perfect teachers, which is why many high-ranking samurai send their children to learn martial arts.

All the teachers here are very aware of Takasugi-kun's identity, but since Takasugi-kun changed his name tag, they are inconvenient to call Takasugi-kun Master Mifune, so they can only watch Takasugi-kun being picked on by a group of students during free practice time .

But it's not so much finding fault as a unilateral beating, right?The group of upper class samurai kids didn't come here to practice at all, they just walked here with a wooden knife for a formality, and then used their three-legged cat skills to bully those lower class samurai kids who didn't dare to fight back. They don't think enough of Kami Takasugi-kun at all.

"1, 2, 3..." Gui, wearing protective gear, stood outside the court and counted the students who fell to the ground one after another. They were all hit in the face by Takasugi-kun, and no one was there Takasugi-kun's subordinates survived a move.

"Although it was the expected ending, I still feel very disappointed." After clearing the group of people on the field, Takasugi-kun went off the field neatly. Although he defeated more than a dozen people in a row, he only got out of the first floor Thin sweat, this kind of exercise is not even a warm-up.

"Why did you do this kind of behavior, Takasugi?" Although Gui felt that there was nothing wrong with Takasugi-kun, he still couldn't understand. After all, Takasugi-kun was still very low-key in the mansion, no, not just low-key, that guy Takasugi He is simply a representative of the nobility, and his every action on weekdays is in line with the standards of the upper-class warriors, not even a little disrespectful behavior, let alone such an almost provocative behavior.

"Who knows?" Takasugi-kun gave an ambiguous answer, "It's just that these guys remind me of some bad memories." The father used is exactly the same.

He hated that man so deeply, if it wasn't because he didn't want to just become Mrs. Mifune's vassal, he would have changed his surname to Mifune long ago.

What's more... Takasugi-kun took a deep breath, is he really as restrained and polite as he showed?No, how could this be the case, it's just that his adult soul told him that he should do this. How could he, who inherited the blood of Mrs. Sanfuan, be so restrained?

The real him should be freer than anyone else, do whatever he wants, and be more mad than anyone else.

But that's just "should". Takasugi-kun took off his protective gear, and his expression under the mask was indifferent, as if he wasn't the one who made such a crazy move just now, most of the time he was like this A precocious, silent, indifferent heir of the Mifune family, the "most outstanding samurai" with excellent bloodlines.

Takasugi-kun changed into his own clothes, plain kimono with almost no patterns, Naisugi and haori, he dressed like this almost all year round, even in the hot summer, he would put on layers of regular clothes The clothes are completely different from his mother who can be called a dissolute in terms of dress.

That woman wears a simple dress that is suitable for movement almost all year round, as if she is not afraid of the cold at all. If it is not a little restrictive, she may wear that thin and gorgeous kimono with only one layer and hang around with a cigarette stick Bar?

"Do you want to try it out, Gui?" Gao Sugi-kun glanced at Gui who had been watching from the side of the stadium, and asked.

"No need," Gui replied, "Buying the weak by the strong is not what a warrior should do. A real warrior should be brave enough to challenge the strong, not bully the weak."

"You guys are much more arrogant than me." Takasugi-kun almost sneered, "Isn't it more challenging their dignity as warriors to directly classify these guys as weak?" He paused and continued, " Ah, I was wrong, those guys are not even warriors, how could there be such a thing.”

The two of them did not deliberately conceal the content of the conversation, and the volume was neither loud nor low. At least a few other students who were also present heard their conversation. Some of them seemed very angry and were about to copy the wooden knife directly. I asked Takasugi-kun to settle the score, but was held back by his companions. They all saw Takasugi-kun's performance clearly on the field. This kind of guy can't be defeated with just a wooden knife. They need to think of a plan , and then teach this guy how to behave.

Takasugi-kun didn't care about what they did at all. It should be said that even if he knew, he would not stop him. He was happy to see the results. Now he is dragging Gui to the shrine behind the private school because of insufficient training. Large open space, great for practicing.

"The amount of exercise before is not even a warm-up, let's practice against each other." Neither of these two people wore those cumbersome protective gear, but only held a wooden knife. Of course, what Takasugi-kun was wearing It is the complicated clothes that may affect his actions more than the protective gear.

"Then please give me more advice." Gui took off his haori, and adjusted the kimono to suit his activities. He has long known Takasugi-kun's habits, and no matter what time he wears the kimono neatly , and Mrs. Mifune are completely two extremes.

The two practiced against each other according to the rhythm of their usual training, and they stopped until they were sweating profusely. In fact, under such high-intensity training, they could barely walk back.

"Is it okay?" Gui Yi pointed out, with such physical exertion, it would be inconvenient if something happened, right?

"Just treat it as a temporary extra training." Takasugi-kun propped the wooden knife on the ground to support his body weight, "If you can't even cook those guys, what kind of samurai are you?"

"Really, the so-called samurai is not a guy who fights fiercely." Gui Weiwei closed his eyes and then raised the wooden knife in his hand, "However, we use private fighting to resolve the grudges in practice, and even bully the widowed by others. A man who is not a samurai."

"That's why," Takasugi-kun raised the wooden knife, and pointed the tip of the knife at the group of "seniors" holding wooden swords on the opposite side, "'There are no samurai here, Gui."

"It's just a bunch of scum in need of repair."

"As a senior, I have to teach you how to be 'polite', kid." The leading boy on the opposite side carried a wooden knife on his shoulder, "A guy whose surname is not even known by everyone is not worthy of showing off his power here."

"Let the seniors teach you what the rules of this school are, brats!" he shouted, and rushed forward with the group of people behind him.

"哐——" Someone threw a sharpened knife from the tree, and the knife fell into the ground precisely, blocking the path of the group of "seniors".

"It's so noisy, have you reached puberty?" The white-haired kid lying on the tree sat up impatiently, "If you want to practice, just go to the temple house, don't you guys even know how to play truant? ?”

"Did Songyang teach you how to play truant, Gintoki?" Takasugi-kun recognized the white-haired guy above with just a glance. There is no way, his white natural curly hair is too rare , so that Takasugi-kun can't forget it even if he wants to.

"If you disturb other people's practice, you will be repaired!"

"I always feel like I heard a very unpleasant voice." Yinshi plucked his ears and jumped off the tree directly. His landing was very good, and he stepped on the leader directly into the ground.

"Ah, so you are calling Yinsang, young master." Yinshi almost pressed his face against Gao Shan's, his dead fish eyes were particularly obvious due to the distance, "It really is very annoying the sound of."

"You are also very annoying," Takasugi-kun showed no expression even when confronting each other, "Also, my name is Takasugi Shinsuke, not a young master."

"Anyway, he's just a guy who can't even play truant. To be a samurai, don't give up halfway. If you play truant, just run to the end all at once." Yinshi picked his nose and flicked casually.

"It's disgusting," Takasugi-kun didn't give the other side any face at all, and directly expressed his inner feelings, "And you are the only one who played truant, okay? I'm just doing extra homework left by the private school, you should go back to your temple house. "

"No, Ah Yin, I want to teach you how to play truant." Yin Shi didn't seem to want to leave at all. Instead, he pulled out the knife that was sunk in the ground and stood at Takasugi-kun's side.

"!" Just when they were about to start, the "senior" in the last row all fell down, with a big swelling on their heads, and then the people in the front row fell down one after another like dominoes go down.

It seems that there is no need to practice, Gao Sugi-kun took the initiative to put away the knife when he glanced at the familiar person in front of him and the stiff body beside him, he stepped forward and greeted Songyang very naturally: "Long time no see, Mr. Songyang. "

"It's been a long time, Takasugi-kun." Songyang obviously recognized Takasugi-kun, he nodded at Takasugi-kun with a smile, and then turned his gaze to Gintoki.

"That's very good, Yinshi," he smiled and approached Yinshi, "It's true that a so-called samurai cannot give up halfway, but Yinshi..." He struck Yinshi's forehead with lightning speed. , and then Yinshi sank so deep in the bluestone slab that he couldn't even pull out his head, "It's 100 years too early for a half-baked guy like you to want to play truant like others!"

Ahhh, Mr. Songyang's temper has not changed at all after so many years. Gao Sugi-kun is not as horrified as Gui when he looks at this picture. To be honest, he has a feeling of getting used to it. After all, Songyang four years ago Yang often knocked Yinshi to the ground in this way.

It really hasn't changed at all, Mr. Songyang.

"Mr. Matsuyo," Takasugi-kun stopped Yoshida Shoyo who was about to leave, "I will definitely visit Matsushita private school in a few days."

"Okay," Songyang smiled with crooked eyes, "you must have fun then, Takasugi-kun."