The work of the Go master

Is it someone I know, or someone I don't?

Are they close friends, or just casual acquaintances?

Are they from China, or Japan and South Korea?

Various speculations swirled in his mind. Suddenly, he thought of Hikaru Shindo, who went on a killing spree online under the name Sai in "Hikaru no Go," causing everyone to speculate wildly about who this Sai was. The plot was refreshing and guaranteed to be exciting.

The roles have now been reversed; he's now in the open, and his opponent in every match is a different Sai.

But... is it possible that the person sitting on the other end of the screen is actually yourself?

Ke Zhiguang turned to look at Ling and asked a question without saying a word.

"Well, that's hard to say." Zero tilted her head obediently, her dog ears twitching as if she were two lively little elves.

Hmm... I'll forgive her for playing riddles here, since she's so cute and knows how to act adorably.

And they're using the appearance of a deer to act cute...

After the game, Ke Zhiguang went to the balcony to stretch his legs. Although his memory of the game had been erased, the fatigue from playing a game was still there, and he needed to recover.

The sky outside the window was the same twilight color as usual, and Tokyo as a whole did not look as prosperous as before. Every building and every street was shrouded in the shadow of crisis.

Ordinary people are oblivious to this sight; perhaps only someone with superpowers like myself can see this world-class sky.

"A new ancient chess master has been resurrected." Zero's voice drifted from inside the house, like an alarm bell.

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In the castle-like building, the elevator slowly ascended, and a handsome young man stepped into the residence of the Yagami Kingdom's capital.

The name of this body is not important; it is just the body of an ordinary student. What is important is his ancient name.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time... the undefeated king of black, Shusaku." Yagami Kunikyo said, looking at the other party.

"Don't mention being undefeated with black. That was just because the rules of Go weren't perfect in the past, and playing black gave us a natural advantage. I still have a lot to learn," the young man said modestly, shaking his head.

Shusaku, the last ancient Go master of Japan, was a genius who died young at the age of 33.

He is also considered the strongest Go master in ancient Japan.

In this era where Japanese Go holds sway, he is simply considered the strongest ancient Go master, and the prefix "Japan" has been omitted.

But at this moment he understood that to prove himself to be the true strongest ancient chess master, he still needed to defeat another person.

"Excuse me, where is Huang Longshi... Huang Yuetian now?" Xiu Ce asked respectfully.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Get Lost, Pervert! ×3

The dragon's shadow began to move across the office floor, making the setting sun outside the window appear even more eerie and bizarre.

The chess players on the lower floors all felt this gravity; there was an incredibly powerful guy right above them, talking directly to the Black Dragon.

That was the aura of an ancient chess master.

"Are you already eager to settle things with Huang Longshi?" Yagami Kunikyo asked, looking into Shusaku's eyes.

“Yes, he is the most representative chess master in ancient China, and he has long since arrived in this era. His chess skills have kept pace with the times. Only after playing against him can we prove who the real ancient chess master is. I need to play a ten-game match against him,” Xiu Ce said with a firm gaze.

Yagami Kunikyo listened calmly to the young man's boastful words, his expression as serene as a deep, still sea.

The ancient chess players summoned here are the same age they remember as they died, but they are all at their peak in terms of competitive age.

This is also one of Yagami Kunikyo's powers as a castle sledgehammer, a dreamlike return to youth, and the 9-dan group in the Dragon Throne Tournament all relied on his abilities to return to the peak of their lives.

Along with their peak competitive form, their incomparably strong desire to fight has also returned.

Their aggressiveness is not only displayed towards modern chess players, but also towards their colleagues.

If it weren't for Yagami Kunikyo's ability to command the black serpent, these ancient chess players would have already surged towards him.

"Huang Longshi, whose name in this era is Harushima Isshin, is not in Tokyo for the time being. Instead, he has gone to Seto, another city, to visit his relatives," said Yagami Kunikyo.

“It’s alright. We can survive in this era for a long time. I’m waiting for his return at any time,” Xiu Ce said.

Yagami Kunikyo closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"You'd better be mentally prepared for that," he said.

"I'm mentally prepared to experience his 'Middle Game Thirteen Dan' fighting prowess at any time." Shusaku's gaze fell on his clenched fists.

"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was... don't be surprised when you see him."

"Hmm?" Xiusheng asked in confusion.

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At seven o'clock in the evening, the night grew dark.

The sunset graced this charming, slow-paced city, where pedestrians dressed in kimonos and yukatas strolled leisurely through the streets. Although it was a misty, rainy day, it didn't deter people from taking to the streets.

The celestial phenomena here were not as outrageous as in Tokyo; the time and light were still normal.

At the corner of the alley in front of the Harushima family mansion, two figures crouched behind a telephone pole, their dogs acting suspiciously.

Harujima Isshin and Seo Sung-woo.

Two days ago, after meeting his daughter in person, he immediately traveled to Seto to continue his family visit.

This time, the person he was visiting was, of course, his wife, Harushima Mayu.

Incidentally, the woman's surname, Harujima, was originally her family name. She changed it after marrying into the family. When she first came to this country, her surname was something like Yamada, a very unremarkable surname, which she has now forgotten.

Of course, he didn't forget to take a good look at the city, visit the tile factory where he used to work, and stroll along the coastline, searching for traces of his memories.

Finally, he returned to this place, his own cozy little house.

"This place... hasn't changed at all... it's still the same." Looking at the familiar scene before him, Isshin couldn't help but sigh, and unconsciously began to rub against the telephone pole.

"So this is your home in this era, teacher. It looks like a wealthy family's home."

"That's right. Zhenyou's family is a well-known local tycoon. Here, she can be considered a princess."

Xu Xingyou, ever the opportunist, boasted, "Then, teacher, you've essentially run away with the emperor's daughter and rightfully returned to receive the title of imperial consort!"

"Hehe, don't say things like that out loud." Yixin smiled and scratched the back of his head.

"Can we go up and knock on the door now?" Xu Xingyou asked.

"Oh, this..."

Yixin was starting to have a problem.

His purpose in coming here was, of course, to see his wife, and also to see if any other foolish Nan people dared to approach this place.

But the key question is... how am I supposed to face my wife looking like this?!

Just as they were struggling with this problem, the tightly closed gate of the mansion was opened, and a pale pink oil-paper umbrella floated out from the courtyard.

The woman holding it was an elegant woman in a kimono, with striking eyebrows, short, neat hair, and a well-maintained waist cinched in her obi. If it weren't for the small square bag at the back of her kimono, one would mistake her for a young, unmarried woman.

Fun fact: Unmarried girls wear kimonos with a ribbon tied at the back, while married women fold their kimonos into small squares.

"Yu-yu-yu, Yu-ko!"

"Then, then, is that your teacher's wife?"

Both of them stammered, perhaps because the married woman in front of them was too stunning. Speaking of which... in the local dialect, this situation is called "widow" or something like that?

Although Harushima Mayu usually dresses in a simple trench coat and jeans, a typical European professional look, it doesn't mean she dresses like that in her spare time.

On a rare, misty rainy day, and in a rare moment of leisure, I decided to wear this outfit and go for a walk.

For some unknown reason, she felt that she would meet someone very important today.

"Teacher, hurry up! Now's the time!" Xu Xingyou was already shoving Yixin from behind.

"Um, I...I..."

"Quick, Miss Zhenyou is about to leave! Now is the perfect time!"

Seeing that the teacher was still hesitant, Xu Xingyou made up his mind and decided to help the teacher.

"Please wait, Madam!" he shouted.

Harujima Mayu turned around in confusion at the sound.

Before Yixin could react, Xu Xingyou pulled him out from behind the utility pole.

"Madam! This gentleman... ptooey! This young lady... ptooey! Anyway, this is your husband, Harujima Isshin!" Relying on his booming voice, Xu Xingyou shouted like Zhang Fei. Although his logic was chaotic, as long as his voice was loud enough, he could still intimidate people.

Harushima Mayu stared blankly at the bewildered behavior of the two people in front of her, her mind still frozen.

But she soon noticed the young woman who had been forcibly dragged out.

She had that familiar and warm scent about her.

Could it be...?

“Darling?” she asked, her eyes widening.

Her premonition before leaving home came true; she indeed met that important person.

This call also broke down Isshin's defenses, and he called out with the same deep affection, "Yuko!"

Just as he calls Harushima Shika "Shikako," he simply calls Harushima Mayu "Yuko."

The oil-paper umbrella flew into the rain, and the couple embraced each other. Xu Xingyou was so moved that he burst into tears.

But this touching scene didn't last two seconds—

"Pervert! Get out!" Harushima Mayu kicked him, using the same lines and even the same actions as her daughter.

Soon, the full moon rose, and the long night accompanied everyone to sleep.

September 17th marked the end of a training camp for Go players preparing for the tournament.

The sun rose on the second day—

Ke Zhiguang woke up on time, dressed skillfully, and prepared for work.

Upon arriving in the living room, Zero was still battling wits with various kitchen utensils and ingredients in front of the kitchen this morning.