Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1543 1515. Similar
When Lan En and the other two slowly approached and stood under the corridor outside the venue, the situation inside the venue came into their sight.

Wuming was holding a wooden naginata sickle and fighting against an old samurai wearing a kendo uniform and holding an ordinary wooden spear.

Lan En raised his eyebrows, thinking this was very unusual.

Because the wooden naginata sickle in Wuming's hand was obviously a style specially used for practice.

This special mechanical transforming weapon has always been circulated among a very small group of Chu Yeshi people.

Most samurai have never even heard of it in their entire lives, so how come there are ready-made practice styles available in the dojo in the castle tower?

Although the texture of the wooden naginata sickle showed that it was an old item, it only showed how long it had been lying in the dojo of the castle tower.

It also shows how long the relationship between this castle tower and the Chuye Ya clan lasts.

Simply put, when they took out this thing for Wuming to practice, it was already like they were not even acting anymore.

It's telling Wuming: We have a great connection with Chuye Yazhong. Want to know? Then win five consecutive victories.

Given Wuming's simple character, it was natural for him to plunge right in.

"Suck~"

Qilin, who was standing in the courtyard outside the corridor, shook his head and took a breath. Then he turned his head towards Lan En and the others, and also turned around with the flannel ball on his head.

"Boss, you're here too, meow!"

The fluff ball raised its little paw and said hello.

Although the old warriors did not understand what it meant, they clearly heard the voice of Felyne. They looked back in confusion.

The wonders of the Qilin and the flannel ball had already been spread among the people in the castle tower at the banquet last night. The old warriors had seen many storms and were very receptive to these two magical creatures.

But when the warriors turned around, they suddenly saw a majestic figure so tall that it seemed to block out the sun behind it!
".!"

In just a moment, the two old warriors in front of Lan En had their hair standing on end visibly!

And under the casual clothes, the sweaty muscles suddenly tensed up! He gripped the handle of the wooden sword at his waist!
At the same time, there was a sharp friction sound between the feet and the tung oiled wooden floor. Without thinking, the body spontaneously dodged four or five body lengths away!
For a martial arts master, being touched so closely by someone without him noticing is already as terrifying as a ghost story.

Not to mention the intimidating power of Lan En's size and the oppressive feeling brought by his strength.

The more skilled one is, the more violently he will react in such situations.

The two old warriors dodged with a swiftness that was comparable to that of the Yharnam hunters, and subconsciously drew half of the wooden swords at their waists.

At this point, with the friction between the wooden sword and the belt, reason finally returned to their frightened minds.

The images of Lan En and A Xiu came into view, and the non-hostile actions of the two made people feel more reassured.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The two old warriors, who had reacted most violently because they were too close to Lan En, let out a long sigh and reinserted their half-drawn wooden swords into their belts with a friction sound.

"It turns out to be the princess and the acting city lord."

An old warrior with a bald head and Buddhist beads around his neck spoke first. With the way he was dressed, he looked like a devout Buddhist. He might even have become a monk, but I didn't know which Japanese school he believed in.

"Haha, Konosuke, you two! You're scared as rabbits!"

The words of the old monk broke the awkwardness and tension at the right time.

After all, the two old warriors looked like they were about to fight. Although it was a helpless act caused by fear, it still had the suspicion of "offending the master" in the end.

If it was Saito Dosan, these old samurai probably wouldn't care at all.

After all, they are old friends who have shared life and death together.

But although they were also old people who looked at Hidechiyo's birth, the current princess had just been found after several decades.

They were still unsure of the princess's temperament.

Not to mention the man next to the princess, whose background is still unknown.

"We are not cowards!" One of the two old warriors who were scared away just now first growled at the monk in dissatisfaction, but then turned around and bowed together in the direction of Lan En and A Xiu.

"But I am indeed extremely sorry, Princess, Acting City Lord. I was really rude just now."

"No, nothing." Lan En smiled and waved his hand. "Rather, I'm surprised that you guys reacted so well."

They are all masters with sharp minds!

No one present looked puzzled, because everyone understood what Lan En meant.

Ah Xiu didn't quite know what expression to make at this moment, so she just smiled and nodded slightly at them following Lan En's actions.

There is a very gentle feeling.

The old warriors looked at her with eyes that were all slightly dazed.

"It really looks like that woman."

Such a low murmur came from among them. And then, the old warriors looked at Ah Xiu's waist at the same time.

There, a short knife in a snakeskin sheath was hung horizontally, with the handle sticking out from the clothes.

Then, the eyes of several old warriors drifted to Wuming's chest again?
If it weren't for Lan En's keen senses, he might not have noticed the wandering gazes of these people.

After all, they are a group of experts. Covering their eye movements is an instinctive habit for them, and the routes of their gaze shifts are really too unconnected.

According to Saito Dosan's statement yesterday, Ah Xiu's short sword was made from the broken sword he carried when he was young, and it was reassembled with the blade head. It was completely normal for these old samurai to feel emotional.

But what is in Wuming’s chest?
Lan En looked at Wuming's chest.

From an aesthetic point of view, it can only be described as well-proportioned.

Of course, Lann prefers a more majestic, higher-spec size, so his focus is not on aesthetics.

He saw the pendant on Wuming's neck.

It was a fist-sized metal disc strung with a red hemp rope.

If you look closely, you can see that it is a disc-shaped guard on a Japanese sword, which was removed and made into a decoration.

The broken blade was made into a short knife. Could it be that
Lan En looked at Wu Ming with a strange expression, then looked at A Xiu and the old warriors.

He walked in, approached Wuming and asked tentatively: "Let me confirm, Wuming, have you met Saito Dosan?"

Wuming felt that he was being looked at strangely, and because he was tired from the battle just now, he spoke in a bad mood.

"Of course I have. Otherwise, as a messenger, would I need someone else to relay the news? I say, you don't think you can find another princess in distress, do you? I never thought I would have such a blessing."

Wuming just thought it was ridiculous.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and rolled his eyes at Lan En.

But after Wuming finished speaking, he found that the old warriors present had all fallen into silence.

"Wait!" Wuming stuttered in panic, "No, no?"

In the end, it was the bald warrior monk wearing Buddhist beads who stood up and spoke with a subtle expression.

"Indeed, you are not related to Master Dao San. At least in terms of blood, that's for sure."

"There is no blood relationship, what about the others?" Wuming frowned and looked at the monk.

"As for the rest, you can only tell us after you have defeated us five times in a row." The monk smiled with a Zen-like tone, "Or, do you want to go back on your promise?"

"Hmph." Wuming snorted coldly, but had no intention of asking any further questions.

However, the monk warrior saw that the acting city lord was still looking at his old brothers with interest.

Therefore, the monk, knowing that if he didn't reveal more information today, the other party would not let him go easily, could only sigh and say a few more words.

"You call yourself the leader of the Chuye Ya clan, right? But in fact, there are only a few Chuye Ya clan like you left, right?"

Wuming looked up suddenly, and even his hand that was wiping the sweat from his forehead froze there and he forgot to put it down.

The monk shook his head and said, "I won't say more. We can talk after you win. But I have a piece of advice that I think I can give you first."

"What advice?"

"Anyone who is not wearing the traditional protective gear of the Chuye Yashi is a Chuye Yashi, young man." The monk sighed, "If you see Chuye Yashi hanging out with bandits and rebels, running rampant among ruined villages and human corpses."

"Just kill him."

"Don't even think about getting to know them or trying to establish a relationship with them. They are just a group of mountain bandits who have the martial arts, weapons, and armor knowledge of the Chuye Yazhong. Killing people or monsters... As long as they get paid, it makes no difference to them. Don't hesitate to do it."

As they spoke, several old warriors bowed to A Xiu and Lan En one after another, then left the dojo.

It looks like they are going to take a lunch break.

Only Wuming, who seemed to be lost in thought, was left standing in the dojo, holding a naginata sickle.

"Does he have a reason for what he said?"

Lan En lowered his head and asked Wu Ming.

The demon hunter's thoughtful look did not prevent her from answering.

"Yeah." Wuming nodded, "A long time ago, maybe several decades ago. The Chuyeshi Clan experienced a major change and split up."

"I said before that I don't understand the Ninety-Nine Weapons and many other techniques because of that incident."

"I don't know the details anymore, but I know that it seems that everyone has different plans for the future. Some people are determined to kill monsters and continue to be monster hunters. Some people have let go of their hatred and don't want to fight anymore. Then everyone went their separate ways."

"From what he said," Wuming pointed at the backs of the old warriors going away, "it seems that the group of people who don't want to do it anymore haven't given up their skills, but their skills are no longer limited to targeting monsters."

This made Lan En understand immediately: it is similar to the Cat School in Witcher.

(End of this chapter)