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The next day Ryoma got up early, stood in the courtyard energetically, pulled out the bamboo knife and propped it on the ground, bathed in the sun, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was hearing chickens dancing.

Sanada opened the door of the room after meditating in the morning, and saw her at a glance, a little surprised, her serious eyebrows stretched out.

After all, in everyone's eyes, she is the kind of person who absolutely cannot show up before nine o'clock in the morning without an alarm clock... a tenth-level household with difficulty getting up.

Gan came out of another room, holding two empty glasses in his hand, he was also taken aback: "So positive?"

"Well, I had a dream last night..." Ryoma said, his expression became serious, "Someone fought in my dream."

"A fight?" Sanada immediately frowned.

"Uh, it's not about hand-to-hand combat, but—" she thought about her choice of words, "How should I put it, it's more like a tower defense game?"

Qian shook his head, thoughtfully: "I don't quite understand, but I seem to understand."

"I don't know much about illusionists either." Ryoma said slightly melancholy.

She remembered that at first it was just ordinary carambola and ice shooters bombarding each other indiscriminately, but it didn't take long for the battle to escalate, and there were ice watermelon pitchers and corn cannons everywhere, and the scene was chaotic...

There was a truce in the middle, because Yukimura suddenly pulled out a meowing cattail or timothy grass from the mist—Ryoma didn't even realize when there was a swimming pool beside him! ——He knelt down, touched its head and said, "It's so cute."

Timothy flicked its sharp tail, turned its back to Yukimura, twisted its body and flung itself into Ryoma's arms, and changed into a comfortable position, curled up and fell asleep.

On the other side, Nioh took a tree branch and dug out a purple, bubbling mushroom from the ground: "Do you want to eat barbecue?"

The atmosphere suddenly became very harmonious, and Ryoma quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could sleep quietly for a while.

However, the good times don't last long, and Yukimura's taste hasn't changed in ten years, so he threw a hot pepper into the fire with great interest...

"In short, their imaginations are really too rich." She sighed.

Both Sanada and Gan nodded in unison, deeply convinced.

Gan asked with concern: "Is it okay to fight so fiercely? If you are attacked in your dream, will it affect your spirit?"

"I don't know," Ryoma replied, "I accidentally stepped on a potato mine when I was running away, and I was blown out of my dream..."

Now that she was no longer sleepy, she simply got up and exercised.

Well, it's sunny!

Dry:"……"

Sanada was silent for a while: "Cough, let's practice—no, before we start, let's have breakfast first."

……

Longma found out that these tall and burly seniors intended to fatten her up.

During this period of time, they could only stay in the secret base, with limited exercise. They were almost bored to the point of growing mushrooms, but the three meals a day remained undiminished.

On the contrary, because she was considered as "urgently in need of supplementary nutrition" after she ignited the Sunny Flame that day, the meals they gave her were always pretentious.

Ryoma found the scale from a certain room, looked at the changes, felt worried, and asked, "Senior, don't you think this is not healthy?"

"You don't understand," Gan pushed his glasses, and said earnestly, "Girls need to gain a little fat when they reach puberty."

"...?"

Peng Gelie's housekeeping staff didn't come so early, so they had the honor to enjoy Mr. Genichiro Sanada's personal cooking service.

Sanada, who is very strict in everything he does, also treats cooking in the same way. He took out a slightly yellowed cookbook—probably, it was found in the corner of some bookcase—and put it next to the cutting board. .

Gan was a little skeptical at first, but hesitated to speak: "Is this your first time?"

"I can still make the simplest dishes." Sanada said, and then said lightly, "Besides, the recipes don't look too difficult."

"Anything, as long as you can eat it." Ryoma said quickly, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, Sanada-senpai."

Sanada took the knife expressionlessly, and the two swallowed uncontrollably.

"Yes, don't force it." Gan persuaded.

Ryoma thought to herself, she had seen those guys who played with knives cut vegetables and meat very well, so Sanada...should be fine, right?

After more than half an hour, Sanada finished their breakfast strictly according to the "wife's love bento [Bixin]" in the recipe.

He put the plate on the dining table, Ryoma and Gan came over to appreciate it, and were shocked.

Gan picked up the chopsticks and poked the pink rice ball shaped into a bear: "...ah."

He poked the thick omelette drenched in sauce again, pinched half of it with chopsticks, the slice was perfect, fresh and delicious.

Ryoma looked down at the omurice in front of him. The ketchup on it was in the shape of a cat, and there was a circle of hearts outside.She subconsciously turned her head to compare the illustrations in the cooking encyclopedia, and found that they were exactly the same, she was immediately in awe.

"Is this really the first time?" She couldn't help asking.

"Try it." Sanada still didn't change his expression, and said very reservedly, "If it's not enough, there's still time to do it."

The three of them sat down and slowly finished the breakfast, which was richer than lunch.

When Nioh came in yawning, he was taken aback by Sanada in a pink deer apron, his braids almost popping up.

"Wow, Deputy Minister—" he said exaggeratedly, "so you will be a professional cook in the future?"

Sanada turned a deaf ear, finished the last bite of egg fried rice, picked up the plate and went to the sink to wash it.

Kirihara rubbed his eyes and pushed the door in, almost bumping into King Ni, when he regained consciousness and saw the scene in front of him, he was also startled.

"Wow, Vice Minister Sanada—you eat alone!"

"It's because you guys are too slack." After washing the dishes, Sanada wiped his hands indifferently, then turned to give them a cold look, "Go back to training and make up for it, don't forget!"

After Nioh and the others had finished their breakfast, Atobe also came in from the door, with a towel on his shoulders, his neck was still wet, and he was wearing light sportswear.

"Go out for a morning run?" Sanada had already guessed.

"Well, it's very quiet near the mountain, just walk around casually." Atobe replied lazily.

He sat down in front of his exclusive seat calmly and gracefully, and he ate the turkey noodles made for him by the chef to give him the visual effect of spaghetti.

"By the way, Bu Er went out with me. He said he was going down the mountain to buy something. There is no need to prepare for him today."

No two are people who are familiar with this era, they are not very worried, chatted casually, Atobe asked again: "What about the girl?"

Nioh pointed in a certain direction: "Should you be practicing swinging a knife?"

King Ni felt that they were indeed a little slack in this era.

On this point, Sanada was right.

But the space is limited, what can we do?So he decided to practice his hand with illusion in his dream.

The future Yukimura is also very optimistic about his Nioh phantom, and is willing to give him some guidance.Because they were so absorbed in it, they didn't know when Ryoma disappeared. They only remembered that there was a bang, an unexpected explosion sound.

King Ni turned his head and saw a circular pit appeared in a certain corner. I don't know when it was the potato field that they had forgotten...

Nioh moved to the porch and watched Ryoma swinging his sword meticulously in the open space in front of him.

She also saw him and said hello: "I've been busy all night, are you still so energetic now?"

"Well, it's okay." Mr. Fraudster said modestly, "Yukimura said that this is just the most basic fantasy, and it doesn't take much effort."

Ryoma thought for a while: "Does it mean that the actual effect of the mental attack is almost non-existent?"

"You can put it this way." King Ni said, and didn't mind explaining a few more words to her, "The so-called illusion is to make other people's eyes and brains believe that the scene in front of them is real, so that it can really have an impact. Therefore, This kind of game-like scene is the most 'false', and people have long believed in their hearts that it is just an 'interesting game'."

"Then you guys still have such a great time..." Ryoma muttered.

"Because it's a dream!" King Ni smiled nonchalantly, "After all, it's just the beginning, it's the first step of thinking training, so take it slowly."

Ryoma thought about how he collapsed after overusing his ability for the first time, and agreed.

"Are you still talking about me?" He raised his eyebrows, "Don't you have any memory of what happened that day?"

"Ok?"

"That's not just igniting the flame through the ring," Nio paused, and said slowly, "It's igniting the flame of sunshine from your whole body..."

He remembered what Yamamoto said at the time, and he had only seen this scene of flames being released from the whole body a few times.

Once, it was an outbreak when dying, and the other time, it was an outbreak to save a dying person.

"That kind of power should be called 'love'." The young swordsman said with emotion.

No matter how many times I see it, I will be shocked from the bottom of my heart: it is too dazzling...

Ryoma tilted his head slightly, as if he was remembering, and his expression seemed to say: "It sounds amazing, as expected of me."

After thinking for a while, she shook her head and confessed, "I don't seem to remember."

She was too focused at the time, and only wanted to ignite the flames to help Tsunayoshi. She thought of the destruction of the whole world caused by that "Bryan", and thought of her twisted egg brother whose life and death are unknown, which generated strong anger. I don't have much perception of the outside world.

"I hope there will be no next time." King Ren said lightly.

Ryoma completed two hundred moves, came over and sat down next to him: "If there is a next time, I should have become a formidable swordsman by then."

Her tone was full of confidence in herself.

"..."

King Ni said, "Well, I think you can do it."

They looked up to the other side of the corridor, and Sanada, who was wearing a dark kendo uniform, was walking slowly.

"Defeat this guy first." Nioh whispered to Ryoma quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Sanada stood opposite and raised his voice, "Ryoma, come quickly."

"Yes." Ryoma stood up, picked up the bamboo knife and walked down the steps.

King Ni didn't know who she was answering this sentence.

He sat there without moving.After a while, Atobe swayed over boredly, quickly occupied Ryoma's previous position, and said with great interest: "Let me also appreciate her achievements."

King Ren glanced at him: "What are you doing?"

"I went to the back mountain to pick grass." Atobe replied quickly, "Don't ask me what he did."

"..."

Renwang thought, if you don't say it, everyone will know whether it's good or not.

They were chatting, and the fight was fierce in the open space, and the sound of ping-pong-pong sounded merciless.

But no matter which slash it was, whoever initiated the attack fell on the opponent's blade in the end.

"drink!--"

Sanada held his breath intently, comprehended, and calmly used a "fire".

Ryoma sensed the danger before the sound of breaking wind approached, and immediately turned over to use his strength to jump back, avoiding the attack from the wind blade.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the courtyard, and the sharp knife wind swept the grass clippings into the air, circling a few times before slowly falling down.

"Well--"

Even King Ni and the others had to raise their hands to resist.Atobe muttered: "This guy Sanada, is he too serious?"

King Ni looked around: "It shouldn't have any effect, right? Just treat it as mowing the grass for the Discipline Consortium..."

The voice ended slowly in a sluggish manner.

All four of them stopped their movements and looked at one place at the same time.

Beside the courtyard wall, a simple flower pot fell on the ground, split in the middle, scattered the soil, and a broken purple flower.

Ryoma licked his dry lips and broke the silence: "Who planted this?"

King Ren was silent for a while, then answered: "Uh, it seems familiar..."