"Kirihara, are you questioning my data. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info" Liu turned his head slightly to look at their junior brother, his tightly constricted eyelids and expressionless face couldn't tell what he was thinking at all, but his right hand holding the pen was still wandering on the paper, making a rustling sound.

"Nope." Kirihara shook his head violently, and his curly hair shook with it.

"Yes." Liu said lightly, and just when Kirithara Chiya thought that he had escaped and was relieved, the pen in Yanagi's hand left the words 'Kirihara Chiya X4' on the notebook without a trace.

Saionji Kuroki ...

Yukimura turned his head to look at the dark-brown-haired child, his purple pupils narrowed slightly, and an undetectable vortex quietly floated up, and Genichiro was really in trouble.

"Saionji seniors, please," Sanada Shoichi (Sanada's elder brother) received the hint from Sanada String Rightemon, nodded slightly, and came to the front of Saionji Fanshi, and made a gesture of invitation, politely but not humbly, "The sword ceremony is about to begin." ”

"Oh~" Saionji Fanshi let out an intriguing sigh, glanced at the Sanada String Right Emon in front of him, and then looked past him, fell on Fujiwara Kuna's body, slightly narrowed his eyelids, put away the slightly sharp gaze, and turned his head to look at Sanada String Shoichi, "It's trouble." ”

This guy is going to target all the people in the Sanada family?

Sakuraichi looked thoughtfully at the back of the departing priest of Xiyuan Temple, however, a black figure suddenly blocked in front of her, and with the appearance of the black shadow, the cold and stubborn words also sounded, "Hey, what's your name?" ”

Looking at Kuroki of Saionji Temple standing in front of Sakuraichi, Tezuka Kunichi was slightly stunned, and a look of astonishment crossed his eyes; Sanada String Uemon on the side was also stunned for a moment, and a puzzled look flashed on his face, but only for a moment. Sanada Koichiro also paused to leave, looking at the two people standing not far away, his pupils shrank, his hands clenched slightly, Kuroki ・・・・・・

Sanada String lowered his eyelids, and a dark and unknown cold light crossed the bottom of his eyes, Kuroki actually ignored the Sanada family to this point・・・・・

The priest of Xiyuan Temple also stopped, turned to look at the two of them, and his sharp eyes couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Sakura, and his confused look was fleeting, and then he returned to his previous appearance, but his footsteps did not move forward again.

Tezuka Kunimitsu at the corner lowered his eyelids slightly, the pale golden streamer quietly crossed the lenses, and the hands hanging at his side couldn't help but clench their fists, and fine beads of sweat were oozing from the clenched fists.

Yukimura stood motionless beside Yanagi, and did not say a word, quiet as a lily blooming in the empty valley, quiet and silent, the two people not far away were reflected in the purple eyes of the kite, and then, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, completely annihilating the two figures in the pupils.

The invisible pressure spread throughout the Sanada house, invisible and touchable, but it could be felt, the heartbeat jumped, and the speed was suppressed slower and slower, slower and slower, and the atmosphere was weird and solemn.

Wow -

The wind swept the ground, the ginkgo branches swayed the leaves, the sound of the waves rattled, and the young leaves that had not been weathered could not withstand the pressure of the wind, and fell one after another, crossing people's eyes, falling on people's upper shoulders, and finally, a thin green carpet was laid in the huge courtyard.

Click~

At the moment when the last ginkgo leaf fell, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and the silent thousand-year-old pond reflected the persistent and stubborn young man in front of him, and the words as indifferent as frost slipped out of the thin lips, "Edogawa ・・・・・ Sakuraichi." ”

The young man's pupils froze, and in his dark purple eyes, he was even more stubborn, and he said solemnly in a stubborn tone, "Xiyuan Temple, Kuroki." With that, he turned around and walked towards the side of Saionji Fanshi, however, after taking a few steps, he stopped, and turned to look sideways at the indifferent Sakuraichi, "I'm looking forward to fighting you." ”

After speaking, he stopped talking and strolled to follow the priest of Xiyuan Temple. Fujiwara and Goto were slightly stunned, glanced at Kuroki of Saionji Temple, and turned their eyes to Sakuraichi's body, Sakuraichi was still the same as before, without any change in feelings, and didn't seem to have any feelings for Kuroki's provocation, well, it was really their minister.

"You care about that kid?" The priest of Saionji Temple glanced at Kuroki, and as he walked, his deep voice spoke in a low voice.

"Hmm." Kuroki replied lightly, but only once, and stubbornly stopped talking. Saionji Fanshi, who knew his character well, didn't say much, but he gradually became interested in the child named Edogawa.

Kuroki walked quietly beside the Saionji priest, her dark purple pupils hidden under her long eyelashes, thinking about the Edogawa who was smaller than herself, she couldn't help but pull her eyelids, she had obviously practiced sword qi but hid it, so, he, couldn't see how deep her strength was at all, and she couldn't detect it at all, unfathomable? No, it should be said that it ・・・・・

Sitting down in the stands, Kuroki glanced at Sakuraichi, who was also invited to sit on the side, his eyelids drooped slightly, this guy has the strength of a mystery.

Feeling Kuroki's gaze, Sakuraichi stopped digging deeper, and looked at the people around him without a trace. In Japan, there is a great deal of emphasis on etiquette and the inferiority of men and women, and the seating order is a vivid reflection of these two cultures.

In the square dojo, the head of the family usually sits in the center facing east and west, with his peers and close friends on the left, including Kuniichi Tezuka, Hidemasa Shiraishizo, and Masao Keibe, and on the right are the younger generation of married people, such as Sanada Shoichi. And between every two people, there is a low table, on which a pair of tea sets and boiled tea are placed.

On the north side of the platform, there are a group of guests, but on the north side is the left of the host, that is, on this side, all married men kneel in family order.

To the south is the right-hand direction of the master's house, and the unmarried men of the younger generation are seated, and the youngest is the most on the side, including Sanada Koichiro, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Yukimura Seiichi, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, and Keigo Keibe.

As a group of guests and ladies under the social status, they can only sit in the position facing east and west (east), including Sakuraichi and others. And in this important sword ceremony, the ladies can only wear kimonos, so Sakuraichi and a few people wearing casual clothes are also extremely eye-catching among this group of women.

"Everyone," as soon as everyone came, Sanada String Emon spoke, and said slowly in a deep voice: "Today is the sword awarding ceremony of my grandson Sanada Kenichiro, according to the previous rules, anyone can come on stage to challenge, and the challenge object is not limited, once Stringichiro wins seven out of ten battles, then he has the qualification to be awarded the sword." I won't say more, which of you has a problem? ”

Hearing this, some people began to talk to each other, but no one made any comments. The corners of the mouth of the Saionji Fan Shi hooked slightly, picked up the teacup on the low table and took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "Since it is according to the previous rules, then there is nothing to say, Sanada-kun, let's start." ”

Saionji Fanshi's words made Sanada String Emon frown slightly, and his intuition told him that this old guy must have bad intentions, but there is nothing to explore at present, so he raised his hand, and the deep voice in his mouth resounded throughout the dojo, "The sword awarding ceremony has officially begun, Ichiro, end." ”

“HAI！” Sanada nodded, picked up his wooden sword, and walked to the playing field.