What should I do if I look too fierce?

Aokiji was not surprised at all that Himura Kenshin knew the name Busujima Saeko.

These people are characters created by the system, which is actually equivalent to the system itself.

Himura Kenshin just looked at Aokiji quietly: The choice is yours, but you need to bear the consequences yourself.

He turned his head and sipped the tea slowly: I can neither put a knife on your neck to prevent you from teaching, nor can I threaten you that if you teach it to me, I will clean up the family. So, whatever you do, I can only make a suggestion.

Anyway, this is just an unknown swordsmanship that has been wiped out in the torrent of history. Himura Kenshin took a sip of tea: Her murderous nature is almost innate. At that time, she might have been able to kill her. It’s impossible to rely on killing skills and prove your way through killing, and to polish a set of swordsmanship to become a top swordsman. It’s a pity that in the era you are in, her talent cannot be used.”

Swordsmanship is something that only appears for the purpose of fighting. However, this is different from my philosophy. We should be grateful that she has always been bound by shackles and never completely broke free to reveal her true terrifying appearance.

However, if she learns the flying sword style, it will be like a tiger spreading its wings. If you can't restrain her murderous nature, it will cause catastrophe sooner or later. Himura Kenshin gave him a deep look: That’s all I’ve said.”

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: It seems that you are very clear about what you want to do. I have already taught you all the sword moves. It is up to you to decide how far you can learn it and how you can learn it.

The Feitian Sword Style is a swordsmanship that differs from person to person.

He raised the teacup, played with it for a moment, raised it, and drank it all in one gulp: Well, goodbye.

Wait a minute. Before Aokiji finished speaking, Himura Kenshin waved his hand, and the next moment, he was ejected directly.

Yes, it was as if someone had pushed him out of the door. After a wave of dizziness, he opened his eyes again and found himself back in the white world.

[Kendo Dream Training Room is closed. 】

Re-enter. Aokiji frowned slightly.

[Entry failed, the reason is unknown. Do you want to rebuild a new kendo dreamland skills training room? 】

Aokiji fell into silence.

If he chooses yes, maybe the system will erase the existence of Himura Kenshin and find a famous swordsman to teach him new swordsmanship skills.

That swordsmanship may not be inferior to Feitian Yujian style.

but.

Aokiji was a little upset and chose no.

In that case, Himura Kenshin will no longer exist, right?

Aokiji didn't know how the world inside existed after he left the dream training room. But from what Himura Kenshin can know about the current situation and mood of himself and Busujima Saeko, maybe they have become part of the system, feeling the world silently.

After erasing it, maybe that string of codes will disappear. Maybe Himura Kenshin doesn't care whether he exists or not, but Aokiji can't make up his mind casually.

After all, no matter what, after being a teacher for a day, he inherited this skill, and teaching it to others privately was the most selfish thing he could do.

If even Himura Kenshin is wiped out.

Aokiji really despises himself like that.

Sometimes he is really confused. The characters simulated by the system are lifelike. No, in Aokiji's eyes, they have their own thoughts, their own memories, their own stories, and their own expectations. This has something to do with people themselves. What's the difference?

Sighing, Aokiji woke up from the dream training room and looked at the time, three o'clock in the afternoon.

He originally wanted to lazily play with his mobile phone, but what made him a little helpless was that it seemed that a life of hard work had been engraved in his bones. When he was free, he felt that he was wasting this precious life.

After thinking about it, he simply got up, put a hat and mask on his face, and got ready to go out.

Si, do you want to go out? Qiong's door was not closed. Hearing the sound of Si Aoki going out, he cast a faint look with a bit of a pout.

Aokiji smiled awkwardly: I'll go for a walk and try to come back before dinner.

Is Si's leg okay? Qiong looked at him worriedly: Shall I go with you?

No, no, it's not like I broke my leg, it's just a strain. Qiong can just play games at home, I'm fine by myself. Aokiji didn't want her to embarrass him.

Speaking of which, Qiong's fear of the outside world is indeed much less. No, maybe it has not decreased. It's just that she can behave so freely when Aokiji is by her side.

Okay. Qiong looked a little disappointed.

But Aokiji just smiled and said, I'll buy you a chocolate bar when I come back.

Okay! Qiong nodded quickly, which was a little cute.

Aokiji chuckled, waved his hand to her, and slowly walked downstairs while holding on to the wall.

Come back early, I will prepare dinner and wait for you. Qiong's voice was gentle and clear.

Yes, I understand. Aokiji said loudly while putting on his shoes: Don't make it too complicated, and don't cut your hands again.

I know! It was just an accident last time.

Qiong's voice was a bit embarrassed.

Aokiji laughed: I'm going out.

Hmm~

After leaving the door, the cold winter wind made Aokiji shiver.

Of course, he didn't just go out and wander around, so he waved his hand to hail a taxi and drove straight towards the Busujima Ryuken Hall.

His face was covered by a hat and a mask. When the driver saw his appearance, he knew that this person probably didn't like chatting. He arrived at his destination quietly. Aokiji paid the fare and drove away from the Kendo Hall in a familiar manner. door.

Busujima Saeko still looked familiar, wearing kendo uniform and holding a wooden sword. But this time, when Aokiji entered, she was holding the wooden sword with her eyes closed and concentrating. She didn’t know what she was thinking about, judging from the sweat dripping from her forehead. Look, he obviously just finished training.

Seeing Aoki Si, she was a little surprised, but she couldn't hide her joy: Si? I thought you wanted to rest at home for a while.

Seeing Aokiji limping a little as he walked in, she stood up neatly and walked forward: If anything happens, just call me over. Does your leg hurt?

It's no big deal. Aokiji chuckled, but he didn't shy away from her support and sat on the wooden board of the kendo hall with her, with some chilly wind creeping in along his collar.

Aokiji looked at the sweat on her face and frowned slightly: Zezi, do you practice swordsmanship here every day?

Yes. Busujima Saeko said matter-of-factly.

Aokiji took the towel on the side: It's too big in the gym, isn't it cold?

Busujima Saeko smiled: Fortunately, it's nothing, I'll warm up when I move.

What if you catch a cold like this? Aoki Si wiped her sweat with a reproachful look on his face. She just sat on her knees dignifiedly, put her hands on her knees, squinted her eyes and let Aoki Si give her Wipe sweat.

my body.

Before Busujima Saeko finished speaking, Aokiji couldn't help but stretched out his finger and flicked her forehead.

Hey she cried out in pain, not expecting Aokiji to do this suddenly.

No matter how good your health is, you are still a mortal body. If you are sweating all the time and you are in such a cold environment when you rest, it will only be a matter of time before you catch a cold. Aokiji's words made her curl up her lips: I knew.

But why did Tsukasa come here specifically? Busujima Saeko tilted her head and looked at his face.

The bruised nose and swollen face have not completely subsided, making Aokiji's originally somewhat majestic face look a little funny: I asked my master, and he agreed to let me teach you.

Really?! Saeko Busujima made a rare lapse of composure and exclaimed: Did Tsukasa lie to me about this kind of thing?

How could it be possible? Don't worry, I got your consent. Aokiji smiled and looked at her with a slightly shocked look.

It's just that the process is a bit tortuous.

Busujima Saeko opened her mouth, as if she didn't know what to say. Finally, she reached out her hand and gently hugged Aoki Tsukasa.

Thanks, Si.

She smiled softly and rested her cheek on his shoulder.

Smelling his scent, she felt extremely at peace. Although she didn't know what Aokiji had done, she would not accept it with peace of mind. She would not express this kindness in words, but she would remember it in her heart.

At least now, I am still Saeko's boyfriend. Aokiji gently hugged her soft body back, but his eyes were a little complicated.

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PS: I have insomnia. I can’t get up to type at 5 o’clock. It’s miserable. Today is probably the second update. I’ll give you a few more chapters when I double the monthly pass at the end of the month. I will update this chapter at 12 noon. , if I can finish the second one, I will post it together on time.