Crossing the azure as a black dragon

On the steps, Black Dragon gave himself a thumbs up for his reasoning.

As dusk settled, many shops on the ground floor had already turned on their neon lights and were preparing to open for business. Black Flying Dragon strolled along the street, glancing occasionally at shops that interested her, then revealing a somewhat annoyed expression.

What exactly was I doing the past few days?

Black Flying Dragon patted her temples. There were so many good things on this street, how could she have been so engrossed in studying before? Now that Yuudachi is here, she won't have a chance to come and visit at night anymore.

"Hey, Black Dragon? Want to come in for a drink?"

Just then, at the entrance of the izakaya, a ship girl dressed as a waitress was lighting a lantern. She turned around, spotted Black Flying Dragon, and greeted her twice.

Upon hearing the sound, Black Flying Dragon looked up and saw that the waiter was wearing a black uniform, had familiar blue hair, and had that cute expression—it was actually Xu!

The long-awaited snow.

"Fubuki, are you working as a waitress here?"

Black Flying Dragon walked over and gently patted Fubuki's head.

"Hehe, pretty impressive, right?"

Fubuki stood on her tiptoes with a hint of smugness.

"In a way, it's really impressive. Who's the owner of this shop?"

Black Dragon knew that age didn't matter much to ship girls, but seeing Fubuki working as a waitress at a tavern made her feel a little strange.

"It's Kumano!"

Fubuki raised her hand to answer.

"hiss."

Black Flying Dragon gasped, took two steps back, and looked at the izakaya in front of him. Kumano, who was dressed so fashionably, was surprisingly running a traditional shop.

"Wow, looks like I'm having a lucky day."

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away. Hei Feilong looked over and saw Izumo, dressed in casual clothes, striding over and his gaze falling on her.

"Good afternoon, is training over?"

Black Dragon waved and greeted them.

"Hmm." Izumo responded, striding to the entrance of the izakaya and lifting the curtain to look at Black Flying Dragon: "A rare opportunity, shall we have a drink together?"

Black Flying Dragon's eyes flickered slightly. He glanced down at his phone and realized it was just past four o'clock, not yet dinnertime. Suddenly, some thoughts came to him.

Come on, come on~

Fubuki was also shouting enthusiastically from the side.

"Well, just a little bit."

Black Dragon looked troubled.

"I understand, I'll just have a little."

Izumo raised his hand and beckoned with his finger.

"it is good."

Without further hesitation, Black Flying Dragon stepped into the store.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Last Supper

Upon entering the izakaya, the first thing you see is the small service counter. The floors and doors are made of wood, and paper lamps hang from the high ceiling, giving it a warm and comfortable feel.

"Hey hey, how many are there?"

Following behind, Fubuki darted into the service counter, grinning as she pulled out a form and looked at Black Flying Dragon and the other person.

Five.

Izumo answered very skillfully.

"Okay~ Please follow me."

Fubuki made a simple note on the paper and then darted out again, this time running ahead of the two of them.

Are you the only waiter here?

Black Flying Dragon looked around and found there was no place to change shoes.

"There are other people too, I just arrived earlier!"

Fubuki stretched out her finger and shook it.

Black Flying Dragon nodded slightly and asked no further questions.

Half a meter inside the service area, there's a cross-shaped corridor fork. Black Flying Dragon looked straight ahead and, through the narrow passageway, could see a spacious area with many wooden tables and a work area that looked like a bartending station, decorated with many paper lanterns.

Unfortunately, Fubuki turned right and led Black Flying Dragon into a corridor with private rooms on both sides, then opened the door to the third room from the front.

"The dishes are the same as usual."

Izumo walked into the room and said to Fubuki.

"Okay~ Just a moment."

Fubuki looked up and winked at the black dragon, then turned and ran down the corridor.

Do you usually drink in private rooms?

Black Flying Dragon put aside his regret and went into the room.

The room is simply decorated. Landscape paintings hang in the center of the left and right walls, flanked by small cabinets containing different levels of alcoholic beverages. The lighting is still provided by paper lamps on the ceiling. However, there is a large window on the last wall, through which you can see pedestrians walking back and forth on the street. It would be very beautiful if it snowed.

"If there were fewer people, I would go to the main house, but I made an appointment with some friends today, so I came here."

Izumo, who was standing by the cupboard picking out bottles of sake, stopped what he was doing upon hearing this and said...

"I see."

Black Flying Dragon walked to the middle of the room and sat down at the table, which was surrounded by tatami mats, showing a rather sophisticated style.

"Let's have a couple of drinks before the others arrive."

Izumo walked over with two bottles of Lafite, sat down, took two glasses from the table, poured one glass, and pushed it in front of Black Dragon.

"Are you in such a hurry because you're afraid I'll run away?"

Black Flying Dragon raised his wine glass and teased.

"Of course not, it's just that I feel it's a rare opportunity to have a drink with you alone... You must be tired from these days at sea."

Izumo smiled slightly, raised his wine glass and swirled it towards the black dragon, causing ripples to spread through the glass.

"You too, training must be tough."

Black Flying Dragon raised his hand to clink glasses with Izumo, then took a small sip.

"Haha, I've been feeling pretty good lately, want to practice sometime?"

Izumo grinned, and the atmosphere in the entire private room changed.

"I might not have time these next few days. Let's talk about it when I'm less busy."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at Izumo and calmly took a sip of his drink.

The guy in front of her, who was so fond of TTK, had only been around for less than two months. During their last sparring match, she felt that she couldn't gain any advantage in close combat, and now it was probably even more outrageous.

"No problem, I'm ready anytime."

After finishing his sentence, Izumo downed the drink in his glass.

"Ah."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at it, then swallowed it whole in one gulp.

"Good! I didn't get a chance to toast with Black Flying Dragon at the previous two banquets, so I must learn from you this time."

teach."

Izumo praised him and filled Black Dragon's tank again.

"Ah, please go easy on me."

Black Dragon modestly declined.

The two chatted idly, and before the food even arrived, they had already downed several bottles of Lafite, clearly getting a bit carried away with their drinking.

"Sorry for the long wait~ Wow, that was amazing."

The door to the private room was suddenly pulled open, and Kumano, also dressed in black, pushed a cart to the door with various dishes on it. The moment the door was opened, Kumano was somewhat surprised to see two people drinking from bottles.

"Ahem, excuse me."

Hei Feilong coughed lightly upon hearing the sound, put the bottle on the table, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and got a little carried away because Izumo was trying to compete with her.

"No, no, this kind of scene is rare, please don't be shy."

Kumano waved his hand and placed the dishes on the table one by one with the plate in hand.

"Hmm, I didn't expect you, Black Dragon, to be such a formidable fighter, and your alcohol tolerance is pretty good too."

Izumo also tidied up the empty bottles, allowing himself to regain his composure.

"Haha."

Black Flying Dragon chuckled dryly. Her high alcohol tolerance was only due to her good physical condition. If it were before she transmigrated, a few drinks would have made her dizzy.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Oh, what's Senior Black Dragon doing here?"

Footsteps approached from outside the door. Ibuki, who had also changed into casual clothes, peeked out and looked at the black dragon with some surprise.

"I just happened to be passing by, so I came in to keep Izumo company for a while... Now that you're all here, I'll head back now."

As Black Flying Dragon spoke, he inadvertently glanced out the window. It was already dark, and if he didn't go back soon, Yuudachi would probably cause trouble again.

"We weren't quite done yet. Let's continue at the next celebration party."

Izumo sat cross-legged at the table and did not try to dissuade Black Flying Dragon.

Those familiar with the Black Dragon were well aware that he had brought a little one with him. With another person in the house, it was inevitable that some extra rules and regulations would arise.