Tokyo host

Chapter 279 Your Sword, You Can't Lose

"Boom!"

Walking into the huge courtyard of the Ninomiya House, Makoto Futaba heard the crisp sound of the frightened deer beside the pool in the distance, and couldn't help but marvel at the size of this mansion again—it probably occupies as much land as Guangming High School Bar?

At least Makoto Futaba is standing here, and he can't see everything at a glance.

A servant in a plain kimono leads the way. Her steps are very slow and her movements are meticulous, which is obviously a good upbringing.At this time, Ninomiya Ye walked beside Futaba Makoto, her back was straight, and she looked very upright holding a black bamboo knife.

Although Makoto Futaba has always been lazy, he still straightened his back at this time.

Before stepping on the wooden floor, another servant who had been waiting for a long time knelt on the ground and handed over a pair of clean slippers: "Please."

"Thank you." After Makoto Futaba changed, he found a middle-aged man with a strong figure walking over.

Ninomiya Yizhi, the father of Ninomiya Ye.

"Hello, uncle."

"Father."

"Well, come with me, Mother wants to see you." Ninomiya Yizhi didn't say much, but walked ahead.

Futaba Makoto and Ninomiya Ye nodded and followed.

But after walking for a while, Makoto Futaba suddenly found that this path seemed to lead to the room where the sword is practiced... Could it be that Grandma Miyuki was waiting for him there?

Just when Makoto Futaba was wondering, with the sound of a servant pulling open the wooden door, it turned out to be the place where he confronted Ninomiya Ye last time. In the distance, Makoto Futaba found an old man kneeling on the ground, There is also a samurai sword beside her, and she herself is wearing a pale white kimono.

When she heard the sound of the door opening, she slowly opened her eyes. Although her skin was full of wrinkles, her eyes were full of energy, as if she just closed her eyes to rest her mind.

"coming."

Obviously saying this very gently, Futaba Makoto felt an inexplicable sense of urgency.He stepped forward quickly and saw the old man kneeling on the ground. Futaba Makoto felt that it was not polite to speak standing up, so he also sat down: "Long time no see, Grandma Miyuki."

"Grandmother." Ninomiya Ye also sat beside Futaba Makoto, but just separated by a suitable distance.

"Come on, come closer, let me see you." Ninomiya Miyuki held out her hand.

Futaba Makoto moved forward.

"It seems that your injury has healed." Ninomiya Miyuki said.

Futaba Makoto was taken aback, stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek: "How did you know that?"

"It can be reflected from a person's mental state." Ninomiya Miyuki smiled faintly, her eyes seemed to be looking at her own child.

On the side, Ninomiya Ye, as a granddaughter, had never seen her grandmother show such an expression in front of the junior, but she didn't say anything, just sat quietly and straight.

"I've already heard about that little girl from the Hoshino family..." Ninomiya Miyuki said slowly.

"Ah, I've disturbed you." Makoto Futaba smiled a little embarrassedly. After all, it was not surprising that Grandma Miyuki knew about the Ninomiya family for help last time.

Miyuki Ninomiya paused for a moment, and continued: "Although you don't want to join the Ninomiya family, the Ninomiya family will always be your strongest backer, so you don't have to worry about the Sato meeting."

"Thank you, Grandma Miyuki." Futaba Makoto bowed down with great respect for the other party. It would be great if this matter could be handed over to the Ninomiya family.

Ninomiya Miyuki smiled: "Although the Ninomiya family is not big, in this city, no one can touch you."

Already big.

Futaba Makoto couldn't help thinking in his heart.

"One more thing." The old man looked at Futaba Makoto, and then asked, "How did you get hurt?"

"Skills are not as good as people." Makoto Futaba said ashamedly.

Although there are various reasons, but... Makoto Futaba does not intend to make excuses for himself.

"Is that so...you are obviously that guy's grandson." Ninomiya Miyuki slowly closed her eyes, making it impossible to understand what she was thinking at this moment.

After several minutes, she suddenly said, "Yizhi."

Ninomiya Yizhi said, "Yes, Mother."

"You accompany Cheng Jun to practice swords."

"Eh?!"

"what?"

Futaba Makoto and Ninomiya Izuo's eyes widened at the same time, why did they suddenly want to practice swords? !
"Your grandfather is gone, but his swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. As his only grandson, you must shoulder the responsibility of inheriting swordsmanship." Ninomiya Miyuki said word by word,
"Your sword cannot be defeated!"

My sword, can't be defeated?
"..." Futaba Makoto didn't come back to his senses for a long time, he suddenly found that his shoulders seemed to be a little heavy.

He originally wanted to say that he only wanted to be an otaku who fished and played games, but recalling what happened yesterday and how he practiced swordsmanship last night - Makoto Futaba realized that he could no longer find excuses to escape from all this .

He has to shoulder his responsibilities.

At least, I have the ability to protect those around me.

Then... find an apprentice to pass on this swordsmanship.

Only then can he enjoy everything he wants to enjoy.

Thinking of this, Makoto Futaba suddenly remembered what grandma Miyuki had said to him when he first met, "No ambition is the greatest ambition", he and everything around him will not allow him to become a mediocre person.

"I understand." Makoto Futaba stood up, and his eyes became firmer.

"Mother, let me practice swords with him, it's a bit bullying." Ninomiya Yizhi frowned slightly.

He has been in the Dao of Kendo for 40 years, no matter how talented Futaba Makoto is, no matter how powerful the swordsmanship he inherits, he is not qualified to practice swords with him.

In the eyes of Ninomiya Yizhi in the last confrontation with his daughter, Makoto Futaba can only be regarded as a somewhat outstanding young man.

"What's your opinion on my decision?" Ninomiya Miyuki just glanced at her son lightly.

"No, dare not, mother." Ninomiya Yizhi was startled immediately, he sat on his knees, put his hands on his thighs and quickly lowered his head.

"Then go, right here." Ninomiya Miyuki said slowly.

"Yes!"

About five or six minutes later, Futaba Makoto and Ninomiya Yizhi stood facing each other, both of them holding samurai swords in their hands.

Although it is a real sword, compared to the last duel with Ninomiya Ye, this time the blade is wrapped with a special layer of bandages. After all, it is just practicing swords, and the decisive battle with Ninomiya Ye that almost cost half your life There is still a gap.

"Father is very strong, Futaba will not be an opponent." Sitting beside him, Ninomiya Ye also murmured.

As the daughter of Ninomiya's parents, she is well aware of her father's strength.

"Although you are a junior, I won't hold back." Ninomiya Yizhi said seriously, "No matter who your opponent is, you must go all out. This is my Ninomiya Yizhi's creed!"

"It's just what I want, uncle." Futaba Cheng clenched his swords tightly, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

"However, I'm not as weak as you think." What's more, his swordsmanship reached a new level last night.

In the next second, Makoto Futaba moved.

(End of this chapter)