Sente Eiji's Black Friday

to be frank.

Whether it's Giyuu's gloomy and indifferent face that makes people wonder what he's thinking, or Shimi's ferocious face when he gets angry, neither is the type of conversation that can calm people down.

Therefore, when the two of them met, the atmosphere was super tense, and they looked like they were about to fight, which should be quite understandable.

—but shall I allow them to fight?of course not! !

Yi Yong, this little fool, must have misunderstood something, because it would be too pitiful to fight with others because of a misunderstanding!

It's been a year, why is his EQ still so anxious! !

"Hey, wait a minute, misunderstanding, there must be a misunderstanding!"

I anxiously climbed up from the floor while talking, but just now I used too much force in the split, and my legs softened a little after I got up, and was supported by Yiyong who was close by with quick eyes and hands.

Of course, Yoshiyuki and the other side stretched out their hands at the same time, but Shiya, who couldn't support me, turned dark all of a sudden.

Hiss... What kind of weird occasion is this?

I couldn't help but put on the painful mask for a second, and didn't dare to delay at all. I quickly let go of Yiyong and stood up straight. I turned my head and smiled dryly at the young boy: "Thank you, Yiyong."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at me for a moment, then his face darkened, and he looked to the side with a gloomy expression: "...don't laugh at me."

I:"……?"

Before I could say anything in a daze, Shimi's pupils constricted, and he raised his hand to grab his collar: "Bastard, what did you just say?"

"Ahhh, Shi, Shimi! Don't be impulsive!" When I saw this, my brain became crazy, and I hurried forward to separate them, "There must be some misunderstanding here! Let me ask Yiyong first... ..."

"What's the misunderstanding? Didn't you hear what this guy said just now?" Shimi still glared at Giyuu, furious because I was treated rudely (this must be a misunderstanding), "Hey, kid, you know this Who is it? Is it wrong for him to smile at you?!"

"Oh, I don't think Giyuu means that..."

"I know, he is Mr. Mizubashi Hu Dieei." Giyuu, who was clutched by the collar, had no sense of being targeted, and actually answered Mimi's question with a cold (serious) face: "It's not wrong for him to smile at anyone." , just don't laugh at me."

Me: "..." Something must have happened in this year that I don't know about, otherwise how could this kid's mouth be open like a light? ?

Shimi, who was stepped on again by thunder, was about to explode. He roared, "What's so great about you?! Little brat who doesn't know good or evil, get out of here quickly!!" She frowned, with an expression that although she didn't understand the situation, she would not sit still if Miniya really did something.

It is very obvious that their initial impressions of each other are extremely bad.

Me: ...Fuck, what kind of human suffering is this!

When the scene was in chaos, I saw Zhenmo, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, and another boy with fleshy orange hair and a scar on his face, walk into the dojo.

"Yiyong! What are you doing?"

"Hey, Giyao! Didn't you come to pay a visit to Mr. Rinaki's senior brother and your benefactor? It's not a manly thing to mess around in a benefactor's house!"

Giyuu was pulled away by the talking boy and girl, and I quickly hugged Miniya, and the two sides worked together to finally separate the two boys by a certain distance.

I looked at each other with the person holding the fight, and both of them felt tired for a while.

After some explanation and self-introduction.

I found out that the boy with the fleshy orange hair was Sato—the boy Mako told me last year, who joined Mr. Ryotaki a few days earlier than Giyuu, and was my other junior.

Both he and Yi Yong participated in this final selection, and both passed smoothly.After hearing that I had killed the first string and was seriously injured, they discussed with Zhenmo and chose today to visit me.

But when it comes to the final selection...

Mako told me secretly while I was making tea that Giyuu didn't seem to perform very well in the selection process. I heard that he was seriously injured by a ghost shortly after entering the mountain. Fortunately, Sato saved him and survived.

But Yiyong couldn't kill a single ghost because of this, and fell into a coma for seven days.

After listening to it, I suddenly realized, and finally understood why Yiyong didn't want to look at me, and didn't even want me to smile at him.

He must be very disappointed now, thinking that he has let me down, and he also feels that he is not qualified to join the Ghost Killing Squad at all.Alas, why is that child still as inferior as before?

In addition to Giyao, Makoto also introduced Sato to me.

This young man seemed to be very strong. After saving Yiyong, he turned around and went to rescue others.

However, according to Satoshi, he was not the only one who did this. Some of his rescued companions told him that besides him, there was another participant who used Breath of Wind to kill ghosts and save people.

Thanks to the two of them, no one died in this final selection, and everyone survived smoothly.

I couldn't help being surprised when I heard this, because Shimi also told me that he heard from the people he saved that a child who used water breathing like me was also killing ghosts like me, so he also had a good feeling for that child. !

Unexpectedly, these two children are Sato and Miniya!

Isn't this a coincidence!

I told Shiya and Satoichi about this, and they were also very surprised. After looking at each other, they quickly reached a consensus, changed their wooden knives and started to learn from each other in the dojo.

Makoto said goodbye to me soon.She was at the same age as Anjurou and my younger sisters, and now she is a high-ranking swordsman like them, and her daily tasks are also very busy.

I heard that she also created her own breath, named "breath of fog", I really want to see it if I have a chance, hahaha.

After seeing off Mako, I looked at Minami and Sato's hands together for a while, and after confirming that they didn't need me to watch, I quietly left the dojo and went to find Giyuu who was missing.

I found him in the corner of the courtyard.

The black-haired boy had already changed into the team uniform, but perhaps because of the inferiority deep in his heart, he wore a very large crimson haori on the outside, covering the team uniform tightly, which looked a little weird.

When I found him, he was squatting by the koi pond and staring at the koi in it. His small face, which was always expressionless, seemed a little less indifferent and more stunned.

I couldn't help laughing.

Yiyong turned his head after hearing the laughter, and immediately opened his eyes wide when he realized that it was me, and stood up nervously: "Mr. Ying, Mr. Yinger..."

"Well, good afternoon." I walked in with a smile, "How is Miss Tsutako?"

"...Yes, thanks for your concern." Mentioning his sister, Yiyong's expression immediately softened, "My sister wrote a letter not long ago, saying that she was pregnant with a baby, and she was quite happy and satisfied in her words."

"Eh? Is that so? That's great! Congratulations!" I smiled in surprise when I heard this, and congratulated me very sincerely.

Giyuu smiled shyly: "Thank you, Mr. Eiji."

I smiled and nodded, then changed the subject and asked again: "Is that brave man okay?"

Yi Yong was taken aback.

He raised his head to look at me in a daze, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. After a while, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ying Er, can I not do it..."

I didn't speak, and turned my head to look at him, assuming a listening posture.

"It's also a swordsman who uses water breathing, but let's not mention you first. The gap between me and Makoto and Sato is also very huge, not to mention the final selection this time, I can't be regarded as passing at all."

As Yiyong said, he drooped his thick eyelashes like small fans more and more sadly, and grabbed the clothes beside him tightly, "...I am not worthy to be a swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad, not worthy to stand with you, and even less worthy to be You are so gentle."

I stared at him without saying a word, and after a long while, I nodded slowly: "I see, I understand."

"?" Yoshihiro looked up at me suspiciously.

I looked at him, and gradually restrained the smile on my face: "Then, in the name of Zhu, I will take back your team member qualification. You didn't even kill a ghost, so you really can't pass the selection." .”

Yiyong's face suddenly turned pale, but there was no surprise in his eyes, but he quickly nodded obediently, and immediately pulled out the sun wheel knife from his waist.

He held up the knife in both hands, stared at it quietly for a while with downcast eyes, then trembled slightly, closed his eyes and handed it to me.

I looked down at his hands, and it was no surprise that the hands that were smooth and white a year ago had become very rough, covered with calluses from hard training.

...Oh, what a silly boy.

I reached out and took his knife, turned around and walked towards the dojo: "Follow me."

Giyong, who had his knife taken away, stood there for a while, before numbly following up like a walking dead.

I looked back, and found that his deep blue eyes had lost focus at some point, obviously not thinking about anything, just subconsciously obeying the order.

Isn't it obvious that he still loves his knife, idiot.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and looked away helplessly.

After arriving at the dojo, Shimi and Sabito had finished their sparring. Judging from the scars on his body, my stepson was undoubtedly the winner of this battle.

Well, after all, he is a few years older than Saito, and he has also experienced the murderous baptism of Tong Mo and the devil training of Mr. Eiji, so I expected this kind of result.

Seeing me come back with Giyuu, Minami who was replaying with Satoshi frowned, got up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I want to conduct a "second round of trials" for this year's qualified team members. "I put Yiyong's knife on the knife holder, turned around and said straight to the point.

Shimi was taken aback: "The second round of trials?"

"Master Shuizhu, what does that mean?" Sato asked suspiciously.

"Don't be so unfamiliar, just call me 'Eiji-san' like Giyuu, we are all Mr. Rinaki's children after all."

I said to this boy with crooked eyebrows, and after seeing him slightly stunned, I smiled and nodded in agreement, and then answered him: "Because you and Shimi are far superior to the children of the same period, so this selection is not so important to some extent." It didn’t serve as a filter, so—”

"...Are you going to re-select a guy with qualified strength?" Shimi understood my intention in an instant, his eyes shone faintly, "Can I be the first to fight with you?"

"Idiot, you are a special case of direct promotion, why do you take the initiative to ask for an additional test?" I raised my hand and poked his face, dumbfounded, "Most of your contemporaries should know you, right? They won't treat you directly." Sheng has opinions. And as my stepson, who dares to be dissatisfied with you?"

Shimi choked slightly, grabbed my finger and said in disbelief, "Then I want to fight with you too..."

"Okay, how about waiting until it's just the two of us?" I indulged in holding him backhand, rolled my eyes and smiled.

Shimi was immediately coaxed to be happy by me. Although it was not obvious, there was indeed a light and soft smile in his eyes.

The air fell into a moment of silence, and then, under my half-smile gaze, Shimi suddenly realized something, let go of my hand like an electric shock, and turned to look at Sato and Giyuu with wide eyes.

Yiyong stared blankly, obviously not noticing anything.

But Sabito, who had been confused since the middle, met his eyes, and suddenly showed a look of enlightenment: "So that's it! Are Fushikawa and Eiji-san lovers?!"

"What...?" Giyuu, who had been staring at his sword in a daze, came back to his senses, and looked at us blankly, "Lover? Who and who...?"

"... Tsk." Shimi's ears turned red all of a sudden.He scratched the bangs in front of his forehead irritably, and said a little awkwardly amidst my chuckle: "Idiot! Satu, you bastard, don't be so loud!"

"Why! There's nothing you can't say! If you're a man, you should admit it openly!"

"I don't deny it! But your voice is too loud!"

"Well, who and who are lovers...? Is it the lover of Undead River?"

I looked at the three people in front of me, and finally couldn't help laughing. I felt relieved and went next door to write a letter to the lord, applying for the second round of trials.

My lord quickly wrote back and approved my application, and helped me contact the team members of this year.

In the early morning three days later, all the newly promoted team members of this year arrived at Butterfly House, and I confiscated the sun wheel knives.

I took a wooden knife and stood in the middle of the yard, and said to these novices with a smile: "My time is limited, so let's go together, whoever can do three tricks in my hand, I will return the sun wheel knife to him." .”

I thought saying something like this would spark their enthusiasm—after all, three tricks?It only takes three tricks to get back your beloved knife, isn't it very simple? ——But who knew that they shrank even more, and all of them stood there shrinking their heads like quails.

Alas, I can somewhat understand their fear of stepping forward—after all, Master Eiji, I am now a super strong man who has killed Shangxian alone!This is a feat that no one in the Ghost Killing Team has achieved in the past 100 years!

That is to say, although I am an extremely handsome, sunny and cheerful guy, in the eyes of these junior soldiers, I may be... really powerful and a bit scary.

But all of these are not reasons for them not to come forward.

"No one dares to attack?"

I waited patiently for 3 minutes, but no one attacked me after 3 minutes, which made my face sink.

"The sun wheel knife in my hand is the only weapon for you to kill ghosts. If you fail to pass from my hand, you will be kicked out of the ghost killing team and face the evil ghosts unarmed again. Is it okay?"

The [-] or so team members surrounding me started to stir slightly, and the eyes of some of them had changed obviously, and cold sweat was dripping from their foreheads.

My eyes swept over a young girl with twin ponytails, fear and struggle, and stayed on Yiyong's pale face.

"Is this the level of your awareness?" I continued, my eyes slowly turning cold, "Is it... It seems that you have forgotten the hatred and pain when an important person is killed by a ghost, and would rather let the Those disgusting maggots continue to get away with it—"

"Ahhhhh-!!"

Painful growls came from all directions.

I hooked the corners of my lips imperceptibly, turned around and blocked the fastest attack from behind, the fastest attack of all, and smiled meaningfully when I looked at the trembling and tight dark blue eyes.

——Look, I said that I would never be wrong, right?