Chapitre 3: Ichidori·Vira Ranbu
'and many more! Handle my business? '
Yaen was slightly startled, just about to ask and object.
"Wait a minute, old man..."
Unfortunately, before Ion could finish speaking, the Warring States period seemed to retaliate, grabbing Ion by the back of his neck, and then flicking towards the center of the training ground.
For a time, under the almost irresistible power of the Warring States period, Ion was thrown into the air like a parabola.
"Damn old man!"
Yaen couldn't help but cursed, and then, in order to avoid falling a dog and chewing on the mud, Yaen suddenly stepped on the void with his feet.
Accompanied by two sounds of "Boom Boom", the somewhat reluctant "Navy Six Form · Moon Step" was used, allowing Ion to adjust his posture in mid-air and land smoothly.
"Old man, what do you want to do?!" Ion, who landed, felt uncomfortable for a while, and asked.
"Don't you want a woman who is stronger than you to be your partner? I'm naturally satisfying you." The Warring States replied.
? ?
Yaen's eyes widened, is it possible that the Warring States period should give his sixteen-year-old self a whole blind date?
The next moment, Ion's domineering look suddenly sensed something, and his body instinctively moved to the side.
"Whoo!"
In the next instant, a golden flying slash passed by Ion, leaving a deep mark on the ground.
And Ion turned to look at the source of the master of Flying Slash.
Facing Ion's gaze, the tall girl, wearing a pink top and a "justice" cloak, holding a golden long knife in one hand, walked towards Ion and said.
"Captain of the Navy, Gion, please advise."
Gion? !
The future admiral of the admiral "Peach Rabbit" Gion?
Yaen was taken aback first, and then quickly reacted, understanding why he felt a little familiar when he first looked at Gion.
It's just that Gion now has a very different appearance from the glamorous long-legged elder sister with Japanese hairstyle in the future.
Hmm... Except for the legs, they are so round and slender.
Today's Gion has a long straight black head, which looks more like a girl next door with big eyes.
It's just that Gion's expression at this moment was a little bit of dissatisfaction in the plain, and it seemed that he had great dissatisfaction with Ion.
"Wait, Captain Gion, don't do it for now. If you have something to talk about."
Yaen waved his hands repeatedly, hoping to exchange time for peaceful communication with Gion, rather than such a rough sword confrontation.
"There is nothing to talk about. The general proposal of the Warring States General to Sister Crane is for you and me to have a competition. If you lose, you will become my husband and join the navy." Gion said.
"Then I won?" Ion asked subconsciously.
As soon as came out, Gion's original expression became even more ugly.
And the Warring States in the distance, with an expression of watching the show, secretly stealing pleasure, loudly.
"Boy, if you can even defeat the navy's 'new star' Captain Gion, that's enough to show that you have the ability to protect yourself, so you can naturally join the navy."
"Asshole old man, I oppose this kind of unfair fighting, I don't accept it!" Ion shouted loudly.
"Sorry, the objection is invalid."
As the words of the Warring States period fell, Gion's slender and slender legs stepped on the spot, but they appeared in front of Ion in an instant.
'A skilled navy six style shave! '
Yaen was shocked, saw and heard the domineering launch, and judged the trajectory of the famous knife "Jinpi (pi, with pi) Luo" in Gion's hand, and dodged dangerously to the side and rear.
Yaen's hair stood up and shouted in a rather embarrassing manner. "Hey, hey, you don't want to beat me at all, but just kill me, right?"
In response to this, Gion responded to Ion with a rather cold smile, and "Jinbiro" followed Ion even more.
With every cut, they are not far from the key points, and some even go straight to the special key points of Ion.
"Don't do this, I am also a victim."
Yaen dodges in an extremely embarrassing manner every time, leaping back and forth in the training ground, and hurriedly explained.
What's strange is that Mingming Gion's attack was like a squally rainstorm, and the famous sword "Jinpilu" became more and more anxious. Hidden in the extreme posture.
For a moment, Ion was like a black butterfly dancing on the tip of a knife.
and Gion is like a pink rabbit, constantly trying to catch this black butterfly.
On the edge of the training ground, Lieutenant Tsuru couldn't help but comment.
"Warring States, he really is as you said, his flaws are obvious, but he can be called an excellent child."
Sengoku watched the battle on the training ground intently, and was ready to rescue at any time, but his tone was pretending to be relaxed.
"Yes, the physical problem lies in the shortcomings of this bastard. Even with armed color domineering and navy six styles, it is difficult to make progress only by mastering the fur, but the attainments of seeing and hearing color domineering are no longer inferior to ordinary lieutenants. Even stronger."
"Then why don't you let this kid specialize in guns, and rely on his excellent knowledge and domineering to carry out long-range sniping, even if his physical weakness will not affect the combat power at all, but he can maximize his own advantages." Lieutenant General Crane Asked suspiciously.
"This **** refused. The reason is that'rather than shooting a gun all his life, it's better to fencing.' Although it's a bit strange, you can only follow him." The Warring States said helplessly.
Lieutenant General Crane is a bit unclear, so I can only assume that this is Ion's hobby.
After being dodged hundreds of knives by Ion, Gion's eyes became sharper and sharper.
The next moment, Ion's eyes hidden under the glasses slightly shrunk, but he perceives something through the domineering look and hearing.
"Ichito Style·Vira Ranbu"
In a short time, a large number of frantic flying slashes exploded centering on Gion, almost instantly flooding a large area including Ion.
"Rumble..."
A burst of smoke rose.
"Awesome look and domineering, Ion." Standing with a knife, Gion praised the aggressively.
"Thank you for the compliment."
As Ion's voice sounded in a puff of smoke, a sea breeze blew over, also revealing Ion's figure again.
At this moment, Ion is the center, and there are a large number of dense knife marks on the surrounding ground, and the density is daunting.
Gion turned his head slightly, scanned the situation of Ion, and said. "You were the first to be covered by this trick, but you chose to deal with it in a way other than hard resistance, and... intact."
"Sorry, my condition does not allow me to use navy type six iron blocks to resist the attacks of others, and..."
Yaen raised his hand, revealing the sleeves that looked a little tattered, and said.
"It was not intact, the clothes were rotten, and I almost had my arm cut off."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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