Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

"Today ended a little earlier than I expected. Since I can't act like I know the Inuyama family head, I'll have to trouble Sakura to pick me up."

Yuan Zhisheng wrapped the ancient sword in a long, plain white cloth, placed it in the back seat, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The black Hummer started up and slowly merged into the lane, speeding along the elevated highway with its large-displacement engine roaring loudly.

"It is my honor to serve the young master."

The girl in the driver's seat said calmly. She seemed like such a gentle and low-key girl, but her driving style was like that of a race car driver. The Hummer seemed to have really transformed into a wildly galloping horse, weaving through traffic and leaving one car after another behind, yet the passengers inside the car could not feel even the slightest bump.

"There's no need to be so tense at times like this. I'm actually pretty much on vacation right now. My father has already assigned my work to other family heads."

Genji turned his head to look at the tall buildings rushing past outside the window:

"Aren't Crow and Yaksha always clamoring for a vacation? Sakura, you can go with them to soak in a hot spring or something. They both know how to enjoy life and know where the best things in Tokyo are."

Today's kendo lesson ended in just one morning because the instructor, who was responsible for teaching, was unable to move due to a muscle strain and ligament tear, and was rushed to the hospital by the Inuyama family's subordinates.

Lu Mingfei also claimed to have learned the essentials of Niten Ichiryu. Miyamoto can rest and recuperate in the hospital. Inuyama He can arrange new kendo lessons for him tomorrow.

He declined Inuyama He's invitation, saying he wanted to use this free time to travel around Tokyo by himself, and then he trained at the kendo dojo.

Since the distinguished guest wanted to travel alone, Inuyama He certainly wouldn't be the one to spoil the fun. He also didn't need to worry about Lu Mingfei's safety. Someone who could defeat two sword masters in a row, would he be afraid of some street thugs with sticks? It should be those thugs who should be afraid.

Genjiro was once again taken aback. Lu Mingfei demonstrated his monstrous abilities to him, and Lu Mingfei mastered the Niten Ichi-ryu style, a technique that Miyamoto had never been able to master in his entire life.

When Lu Mingfei was training at the kendo dojo, Genjiro was watching from the side, and the more he watched, the more frightened he became.

Inuyama He was right. Lu Mingfei, who had mastered the Second Heaven First Style, became increasingly unrestrained and violent in his moves, and fully grasped the core principle of the school: "Everything is a military strategy, everything is a blade."

In the end, he even dismantled the weapon racks and smashed more than a dozen wooden dummy training dummies in the dojo to pieces with two wooden sticks, claiming, "So this is what Niten Ichi-ryu is all about."

Upon hearing these words, Genjiro was too exhausted to continue reading. He thought to himself that if Miyamoto Musashi were to be resurrected one day and suddenly had the idea to meet his successor, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood if he saw that the Niten Ichi-ryu school he founded was being used like this.

"I don't think you can experience anything good by hanging out with two perverts."

Sakura, keenly sensing that her young master's mood was off, glanced slightly at Genjiro and asked, "Has the young master encountered something troublesome?"

"Yes, it's tricky."

Genji sighed, "Anyone would find it troublesome to encounter such an unreasonable monster."

"Does 'Young Master' refer to the distinguished guest received by the Inuyama family head?"

"I think the word 'monster' suits him better than 'distinguished guest'."

Genji said, "I originally wanted to spar with him after he finished learning Niten Ichiryu. I always felt that the reason I lost to him yesterday was simply because I was not familiar with his moves and was a little careless. I spent the whole night studying his moves and even asked the head of the Inuyama family to be my sparring partner."

"Did the young master win?"

Sakura asked.

"I neither won nor lost, because I no longer wanted to spar with him. If it were just a matter of swordsmanship, I doubt I could find a match for him in all of Japan, and he accomplished all of this in less than two days."

Genji sighed, "To be honest, I'm quite curious now. He'll be staying in Japan for a long time. I wonder how much he'll have grown by the time he leaves. Will he really become one of those great swordsmen in manga who can split mountains and seas?"

"If the young master is worried, should I go and kill him?"

"Sakura, why do you think that way?"

Genji was taken aback, not understanding why Sakura would make that connection.

"Because the other party has made the young master feel troubled, and it sounds like they can grow infinitely without any limit. If left unchecked, they might one day become an enemy of the family, so it's better to eliminate them in advance."

Sakura answered honestly.

"Let's forget about it. Putting aside the fact that Su Sang's hundreds of billions of euros in debt could cause his family to fall apart, Sakura, you are no match for him either. I think the only reason he's troublesome is because he has practiced his swordsmanship for many years, but he was defeated by a novice, and he may not even have a chance to win in the future, so he can't accept it for the time being."

Genji shook his head. "But I lost my sword and my dragon blood. Besides being a swordsman, I am also the young master of the Snake Clan and the head of the Gen family. There are no perfect people in the world. A person must have some flaws to prove that he still has humanity. I am glad that I have not been corrupted by the dragon blood."

"Understood, young master."

Sakura nodded and said nothing more.

Yuan Zhisheng seemed to be thinking about something, but still added:

"Sakura, you should try not to appear in front of him in the future. His learning talent is too exaggerated. You are good at assassination, and I'm not sure if he can learn it."

He paused, then couldn't help but crack a joke:

"I have great faith in Sakura's assassination skills. If he really learns them, I might have to sleep with one eye open every night from now on."

Sakura didn't speak, and drove the car into the underground parking lot of Genji Heavy Industries. Only when she got out of the car did a faint blush flash across her pale face.

"Hey buddy, we've arrived."

The taxi stopped at the intersection not far from Genji Heavy Industries. The driver cautiously looked through the rearview mirror at the expressionless boy sitting in the back seat.

"Keep the change, please."

Lu Mingfei took out several large bills and placed them in the front seat before opening the door and getting out of the car.

"Cheer up, buddy. Even if your girlfriend ran off with someone else, you have to live on. There will always be young girls in the world who will appear in front of you."

The driver suddenly leaned out of the car window and shouted something at Lu Mingfei, then started the engine and sped away.

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, somewhat helpless.

They had been following Genjiro's car all the way here. Sometimes, Sakura would stick her head out of the car to check the situation. It was this fleeting glance that made the driver misunderstand something. In his mind, he imagined a scenario where Lu Mingfei's girlfriend had hooked up with a rich man and was then dumped. That's why he inexplicably shouted that sentence when they left.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and gazed at the black building.

"Genji Heavy Industries."

He silently repeated the name in his mind, intending to first familiarize himself with the streets surrounding the building.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shirt from behind, and before he could turn around, a notebook was thrust in front of him. On it, written in delicate handwriting, was a sentence:

Are you lost?