"Next. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 With just one blow, he knocked the guy with the protective gear in front of him away, and Lan, who was casually playing with the bamboo sword in his hand, glanced at the dojo trainees in the audience with a flat gaze.

Forced by his momentum, many trainees lowered their heads, avoiding the gaze of Arashi, who was the only one standing in the center of the dojo. The suppressed embarrassment was transformed into a low voice of communication, which spread and spread among the population.

"Why don't you try it?"

"No kidding, it's the 17th, and it's all a one-hit win. Where did Master Amakusa find such a monster?"

"It's so strong, why is this little devil so strong? Did he start practicing swords in his mother's womb? Or is he the heir of that kendo family?"

Turning a deaf ear to the whispers of these trainees, Arashi used the bamboo sword in his hand to re-anchor the ground, and the sound of the wall knock was very good at suppressing the conversation of everyone present.

"Is there anyone else who has an opinion about me becoming your master?" said Arashi, who suppressed the audience with a single move, and said in a tone that he was expecting the next warrior to come out.

But this time, he responded with the willingness of the 57 trainees present.

"Good morning, Master Lan, please advise ......"

With his hands on the hilt of his sword, Arashi, who was restrained but surprisingly oppressive, calmly accepted these people's salutes.

Amakusa Sixteen, the owner of the dojo who watched this scene with relief, couldn't help but touch his chest that was still aching, you little guys, the first person to be taught by this young man is your hall master I.

However, it is estimated that even he didn't expect that this kid who came to the door and recommended himself to be a kendo master had such a strong strength. If I had known, what would I have done with him? I was beaten a few times in vain......

"Master of the Amakusa Pavilion, they have already approved of me. Wiping the sweat from her forehead slightly, Arashi turned to look at the middle-aged man who was sitting on top.

"Ahem...... coughing a little unnaturally on his face, Amakusa Rokuro said heavily to his students, "The National Kendo Championship in August is about to start, you must work hard." Master Lan, I specially invited you here, you will have to take his class in the future, do you know?"

"Yes, Master Amakusa. The 57 trainees who bowed their heads again felt a lot more comfortable. It turned out to be someone specially invited by the owner of the museum.,No wonder it's strong to such an extent.,But such an important thing should be said earlier.。 What a beating for nothing......

Knowing that he had passed the interview, Lan also breathed a sigh of relief, not that he was not confident in his swordsmanship, to say a little presumptuous, with Lan's swordsmanship, whether in that world, there may be opponents worthy of his sword, but there is no one who can make him afraid.

The only thing he was worried about was that the owner of the hall would let a young man be a kendo master because he couldn't save face, but fortunately, this situation did not happen.

Since the owner of the Amakusa Pavilion agreed to his request, then those conditions regarding him should also be an attitude of consent.

Sure enough, when Arashi came to the reception room with Kirizakura, Amakusa Sixteen, who had already come here one step in advance to wait, was much more enthusiastic than the first meeting in the morning, and after a simple subtlety, Amakusa Sixteenro put a key and envelope in his hand.

"This is the key to the apartment. The address is already written in the envelope, along with the one month's salary you want to advance. Amakusa Rokuro explained enthusiastically.

"Apartment?" Lan blinked in surprise, he remembered that his request was to find a room in this gym for him and the little ghost to live in, how did it suddenly become an apartment?

"I hope you can teach those children well in the days to come. The competition is coming, and if we can get a good ranking, it will be very good publicity for our gym. Amakusa Rokuro then made his own request.

"Yes. Arashi nodded, not modestly refusing, "Let's see how much they can learn on their own." ”

"Then it's troublesome Lansang. Probably unable to find a suitable title, Amakusa Sixteen simply used the title of his peers.

"I'll take my leave. Glancing at Sakura beside her, Arashi stood up and walked outside the house.

It was only Amakusa who stopped when he arrived at the door, and watched Arashi disappear at the end of the corridor before returning to his seat and rubbing his aching chest.

"Damn, how heavy that little ghost is. Really, who is the disciple who taught it, it seems that there should be hope to get a good ranking in this national competition. Hahahaha!!"

"But why do you want to call the name Lan? Is there any special meaning to use the same name as the famous great swordsman in history? Even his hair is dyed white, could it be that his parents are sick in the second year of middle school? Now the level of naming of his parents is really bad......

Kneading his chin, Amakusa Sixteen's face was full of desire to complain, probably from the victim's standpoint, he does have the right to speak.

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On the way to the apartment, after holding back in the dojo for a long time, Kirizakura finally took off her upright little face and looked at Arashi beside her excitedly.

"Ernie sauce, you're amazing. Five-year-old Sakura probably can't find the right adjective, and the word that is used the most over and over again is the word powerful.

"Yes. With a double tap of her head, Arashi looked at the little ghost jumping beside her, a little surprised at her proficiency in the name Ernie sauce. Obviously he has been corrected many times, but this little ghost still stubbornly calls himself Ernie sauce.

Sakura, who had already trotted to the front, stopped excitedly, and took a nondescript posture like Arashi wielding a sword, so that Arashi, who kept walking, crossed her side.

"Walk well. With a few words, Arashi held the envelope with the address written on it and began to ask the pedestrians for the specific route.

Sticking out her tongue slightly, the somewhat embarrassed Sakura returned to her well-behaved appearance and followed Arashi's side closely, as if she was afraid that the flow of people around her would wash the two of them apart.

The two of them, who inquired about the route, finally came to a three-story apartment. After communicating clearly with the apartment administrator, Arashi realized that the apartment itself was the property of the Amakusa family, and the room that Amakusa Sixteenro arranged for them was on the far left side of the third floor, which had been idle for a while because of the price.

When Arashi and Sakura pushed open the door of room 301, they were extremely satisfied with the room in front of them, and the simple style created for nearby office workers was obviously filled with various household amenities as much as possible.

After closing the door, it is different from Sakura running in the room. Sitting in front of the coffee table like the head of a family, Lan Duan took out all the money on his body and began to plan what he would go to the supermarket to buy later.

There was just one thing that neither he nor the imp mentioned.

How long will you stay here?

How long will you let me stay here?

As if it was a secret to each other, both of them subconsciously avoided this question. Five-year-old Sakura may not have really expected it, but for Arashi, he just couldn't find a reason to drive the other party away for a while. There's no reason not to drive away, but let's do it for now.

This night, after the two of them finished buying simple ingredients from the supermarket, it came to an end with the lights turned off.

But for them, life in this world has only just begun.

While they were sleeping, a strange-looking bird fluttered its wings in the green forest near the apartment, and as a demon that had been following each other for a day, it had done its job brilliantly, and it was time to go back to deliver the message.

Just as it was about to fly out of the low treetop, a spear fell from the sky and nailed it firmly to the trunk. As the strange bird's dying struggle gradually weakened, the blonde girl who came out from under the tree reached out and grabbed the end of the spear, and pulled out her right hand with a slight force.

It seemed that because of the departure of the silver spear, the strange bird turned into a dark purple point of light and floated in the air. The blonde girl didn't care about this, just carried the spear in her hand and silently looked at the apartment in the distance.

"Found you, Arashi-sama. (To be continued.) )