In the hotel room, Ethan was soon left alone.

Beatrice was so devastated that she didn't want to teach anymore, and after drinking half a bottle of water, she went out to prepare what she said.

in the living room.

The whistling continued.

Getting a new toy, Ethan had a lot of fun.

Anyway, it's still early, it's only two hours to fly from Okinawa to Tokyo, and it's just afternoon, even if you go out to play, it won't be as lively as at night, so you just practice swordsmanship at the hotel.

The katana can evolve into a weapon that was widely used in the Sakura National Cold Weapon Era.

Well, it has to be easy to use first.

It's not easy to learn, and there won't be so many people using this weapon.

The technical method of combat is said to break the sky, which is those few moves, and the difference lies in who is faster and more skillful in using it.

Beatrice also said that what he lacks now is basic training, and if he trains to form muscle memory between swings and slashes, then coupled with his physical fitness, it will inevitably explode with terrifying lethality.

After waving it for a long time, Ethan put away his katana.

He felt that what he needed more now was actual combat.

Splitting the air, I don't feel anything.

Wrestling between blades is the only way to make your skills grow by leaps and bounds.

As night falls, snowflakes fall.

Ethan stretched and walked out of the room, and the suite was silent and silent.

The guy hasn't come back yet.

Unlike when she traveled before, Beatrice didn't need to worry about anything, and if she provoked this poisonous snake, it would be a big deal if she didn't get bitten to death.

Ordered two solid steaks through room service to fill my stomach.

Wash up and dress up again.

He left the hotel in high spirits, plunged headlong into the lights of Kabukicho, lingered in the 2-chome with the strategies he found on the Internet, and carried out in-depth and detailed investigations of the customs shops with different styles.

A variety of scene rooms, scrub baths, bubble baths and escort services.

Ethan was out alone, completely letting himself go, and experienced all kinds of gameplay that he had seen in the educational expansion film before.

The money in the wallet kept pouring out.

The footsteps also gradually became vain.

Outside a custom shop, he stopped when he saw the sign on the student's uniform that said "No Foreigners Accepted" on the top of the uniform.

There are a number of places in Kabukicho that are only open to locals.

It made him hate it with itching teeth.

It's 1 a.m., and the streets are at their busiest, and despite the snowflakes, the enthusiasm of the customers is not affected at all, and the singing is constantly heard from the nearby nightclub.

The streets can also be described as crowded.

Not only men who come to have fun, but also cherry blossom girls in miniskirts can be seen everywhere, and tourists from all over the world are endless.

It's not just the red light district.

All kinds of entertainment services are available, and it is a large adult playground.

"Sir."

The man with the flyer stepped forward and greeted him with a lame accent: "Would you like a beer and a break?" ”

"There are all kinds of promotions right now...

The chattering and rattling continued, and it was still entangled.

Ethan impatiently pushed the guy away and walked forward smelling the scent.

Although the custom shops all claim not to do the last service, this kind of thing is just a claim, as long as there is money, then everything is negotiable.

In the past few hours, more than ten people have been fighting on the battlefield one after another.

It's also time to take a break.

Pushed aside, the white-haired guy suddenly became angry.

However, after looking at the size gap between himself and the other party, the anger could only be swallowed in his stomach.

Ethan has done a trick on the Internet, and this thing is pure deception.

People like White Hair.

It's everywhere in the red light district, both men and women, and even more everywhere.

These people are carrying a bunch of flyers and pulling tourists around the street to consume, and all kinds of alcohol discounts and high-quality accompaniments are blown into the sky, as if not going is a big loss, and when they arrive at the place, they will slash with all kinds of axes.

Of course, it's not a physical split.

But no matter how much money you have in your wallet, you won't be done without squeezing it out, and if you dare to question it, you will immediately put on the name of Yakuza to scare people.

The Yakuza mentioned here is the synonym of the Sakura Country Gang.

Its properties are similar to those of a wine saucer.

Despite its notoriety, this type of solicitation has intensified, mainly because of a book of profits.

It is one that can be slaughtered.

Passing over a few pestering trays, I came to an alley.

There are many fewer people here than outside, but it is still bustling with people, and the alleys of dozens of meters are full of small food shops, and the tarpaulins on the doors are raised, and the rows of lanterns glow yellow.

Outside the façade of these small shops, there are several small tables.

Guests from all over the world laughed uncontrollably, tasted the specialties of the cherry blossom country, and sipped sake in a cup against the fluttering snowflakes.

It's a food street.

After a hard battle, Ethan had already thundered in his belly.

He touched his stomach and strode inside.

It doesn't matter if Sakura doesn't know how to speak, in fact, as long as you know Chinese, you can be unimpeded in many places in Sakura Country, and the Chinese characters that can be seen everywhere can guess the meaning behind it.

After walking some distance inside, he stopped in front of a small shop with not so many people.

There are only two small tables outside.

There were several skewers of barbecue on the small plate in front of several people, as well as a large glass of beer for each person, and when he saw the color of the barbecue and the smell wafting from it, he immediately stepped into the barbecue house.

The location is a little off, and it is normal to have fewer people.

Looking at the expressions of these people, the taste of baking will not be bad.

"Welcome."

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted with a hello, followed by a chatter of cherry blossoms.

If you don't understand it, you will always see the gestures.

At the suggestion of the other party, Ethan sat down on a high stool in the corner, and in the operating table was the barbecue station, and several strings of food were turned back and forth in the chef's operation on the flickering charcoal fire.

Drops of grease fell, splashing white smoke.

It makes people have a great appetite when they look at it.

Soon an old menu was delivered, with a picture in addition to the name, which should be convenient for tourists to order.

"What do you want?"

The waitress took the small book and looked at it with a smile: "I can speak a little English, and there is no problem in communication." ”

“OK。”

Although the accent is strange, as long as he can understand it, Ethan smiled and tapped the menu: "Five skewers of chicken wings, three skewers of chicken thighs, chicken skin, shiitake mushrooms... ”

After ordering what you want to eat, close the menu and hand it back:

"Alright, another beer!"

However, the waiter looked at him with a bewildered expression, barely touching the pen in his hand, as if he could not believe what he had heard.

Not much!

Ethan scratched his head and looked to the side.

Boy.

The two big men next to him, each with a glass of draft beer, a plate of edamame and two skewers of grilled chicken skin, were drinking with relish.

Again, the same is true.

Everyone has two or three skewers of barbecue in front of them, and every now and then they take a sip of beer.

It's not here to eat.

Their mouths are full of bragging.

"I'm hungry."

Ethan turned his head and patted his stomach with a smile: "Just follow what I ordered, come and have a beer, thank you!" ”

At his request, a large pile of ingredients spread out on the barbecue grill.

The chef who had been leisurely and leisurely was in a hurry, and in the surprised expressions of the waiter and the people around him, he drank all the beer in the cup in one go, and finally burped comfortably.

When the second beer was halfway empty, the barbecue began to be served.

Rubbing his hands, Ethan grabbed a bunch of roasted shiitake mushrooms.

"Yaga!"

A hurried roar sounded outside the door.

A series of apologetic words came, followed by a cry of pain.

Ethan slowly chewed on the tender and juicy shiitake mushrooms, and looked out the door, only to see a man in his twenties tumbling to the ground, slamming into the small table next to him, knocking over the wine glass.

The beer, splashed all over him.

But instead of being annoyed, the man quickly stood up.

He bowed apologetically in the direction of the roll, as if there was some kind of flood beast there. (End of chapter)