Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

The continuous collision sounds and dense footsteps echoed throughout the tea room.

Kato Ryota held a bamboo sword in his hand, and his whole body was burning with a black and green aura, which even completely surrounded Iinuma Isao.

Although the boy was at a disadvantage, he never backed down and was full of confidence.

Amid the black and green aura, he was repelled again and again, but he rushed forward again and again, actively attacking the enemy.

There is no one who doesn't like a handsome, brave, suave and elegant young warrior.

——Except for angels.

In the corridor outside the tea room, Huacheng Iori was holding a mobile phone with the camera pointed inside.

On the mobile phone screen, Iinuma's mother was lying lazily on the lazy sofa.

She had a facial mask on her face, her cell phone on a stand, and she was looking nonchalantly at her son who was in a passive defensive position.

"Has he gone too far?"

Hanashiro Iori stared at the field and asked the person on the phone in confusion: "Just now the two were evenly matched, but he just taunted Kato Ryota with his mouth, and rekindled Kato Ryota's long-extinguished sword spirit. See, he's getting beaten now, he really deserves it..."

Just as he finished speaking, a scream of "Ah" was heard from the tea room.

Two beautiful girls, one thirty-seven years old and the other fifteen and a half years old, looked over at the same time, and saw the young boy covering his hit calf, stepping on one leg on the floor, shouting and jumping around in embarrassment.

Huacheng Iori frowned and said sarcastically, "How funny!"

"An attack of this magnitude is just an itch for him." Mother Iinuma gently rubbed her temples with her fingertips, and said casually, "When he was in Asahikawa, he had to face adult black bears and wild boars, and their attack power was much stronger than that of humans."

"But the black bear and wild boar are not as skilled as humans, so they won't make him so passive," Hanashiro Iori's slightly frowned expression was both beautiful and lovable.

"Ok?"

Iinuma's mother's mistress detection radar instantly sounded the alarm.

"Do you feel sorry for him?" she asked the girl coldly.

"No, I hope he gets beaten up harder!" Huacheng Iori said with a sneer.

Mother Iinuma continued to ask, "Then why are you frowning?"

"I'm afraid my aunt will worry!" Huacheng Iori turned the camera of his mobile phone.

So, Iinuma's mother saw Hanashiro Anzi with her hands covering her chest and a look of great anxiety.

In the business world, Huacheng Xingzi is a strong-willed woman with a tough style who can save the business from collapse.

But he's just an idiot when it comes to kendo.

She didn't understand the ins and outs of it, so when she saw Iinuma Isao was at a disadvantage, her heart naturally tightened.

"Tsk!"

Mother Iinuma made an unhappy sound.

The expression on her best friend's face when she looked at her son was just like that of a weak housewife who sees her beloved husband being bullied but is powerless and can only stand by and worry.

"That's my son, why is she so anxious!" said Iinuma's mother unhappily.

"Don't worry about whether she is anxious or not. Why are you so anxious?" Huacheng Iori asked with a smile.

"Why am I in such a hurry? What does it have to do with you? Why are you in such a hurry too?" Mother Iinuma looked back at the girl with a cold expression, her eyes as terrifying as a tigress protecting her cubs. "Little sister, don't think I don't know who you are! Don't act in front of your sister, okay? Otherwise, I will break your legs—"

Huacheng Iori: "..."

This woman is really arrogant. She has been arrogant for thirty years...

"By the way, how much of your mother's memory did you inherit?" Iinuma's mother asked meaningfully.

Huacheng Iori fell silent, not wanting to answer.

"Back then, your mother followed me around and called me sister, but I ignored her. But at least she is a junior I recognize." Mother Iinuma looked at the girl's delicate and flawless face, smiled, and said, "How much of your mother's memory you have inherited will determine whether you should call me aunt or sister."

"Probably about twenty years. I inherited all her memories before she got married..." Hanashiro Iori said calmly.

"When you were less than fifteen years old, you inherited your mother's life before she was twenty years old." Mother Iinuma frowned and murmured, "It seems that your mother has been reborn in you in another way."

Huacheng Iori smiled faintly: "Maybe."

Mother Iinuma pondered and whispered, "You only got your mother's memories before she got married, but not after she got married. I'm afraid it's because she had some obsession that could only be eliminated before she got married. So, while you inherited your mother's abilities, you also shouldered the responsibility of fulfilling her long-cherished wish!"

"perhaps."

Huacheng Iori still smiled faintly.

"Well, I would like to ask..."

Suddenly, Iinuma's mother looked directly at the camera, her gaze becoming extremely cold: "Have you seen Axun in 1999?"

"Maybe..." Huacheng Iori shrugged lightly, still smiling calmly.

This smile is extremely hateful in the eyes of Iinuma's mother!

You little bitches, why are you all so concerned about my son!

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's focus on your precious son." Hanashiro Iori changed the subject lightly, and pointed the camera back at the struggling Iinuma Isao, and asked, "Kato Ryota's swordsmanship was already at the master level, and the only thing he lacked was his swordsmanship. Now that he has made up for his shortcomings, his swordsmanship and skills are both at the master level. Can your son still win?"

"Of course!"

Mother Iinuma answered without hesitation, with an extremely powerful confidence on her face, as if she believed she was invincible.

"Where does your confidence come from?" Huacheng Iori asked puzzledly.

"Axun has been training hard in Asahikawa for fifteen years. His sword skills are close to the master level. His swordsmanship has also been trained in countless life-and-death battles with wild boars and black bears. There is no inconsistency between his mind and skills. What he still lacks is the experience of responding to situations when competing with real masters. As long as he finds more masters to learn from and makes up for this shortcoming, he will soon be able to step into the realm of swordsmanship..."

As she spoke, Mother Iinuma's eyes lit up and there was an undisguised pride in her voice.

"But I still don't understand." Huacheng Iori looked at the boy who was at a disadvantage, and saw him becoming more and more embarrassed. "You can definitely win, but you make yourself uncomfortable and force out a stronger opponent. What if you fail?"

"Of course you don't understand, my son," Mother Iinuma snorted complacently.

She took off the mask on her face, revealing her fair skin. Her bright eyes half-covered as she looked at her son on the screen, a proud smile on her lips: "From the moment he was born until now, I have instilled in him only one cultivation philosophy, which is to rather die in battle than to win in a mean and despicable way!"

Huacheng Iori frowned and said coldly: "Wang Dao, such a chuunibaku statement is worthy of you."

"Ah!"

Mother Iinuma sneered and continued, "My way of kingship can be summarized in four absolutes."

"Which four?"

"Absolutely passionate, absolutely romantic; absolutely pure, absolutely spotless! Absolutely invincible self-confidence——"

“That’s five absolutes!”

"The first four together make the fifth one!"

"Is this the reason why he's so wild?"

"Defeating an opponent who is not in the best condition is certainly a victory, but it is different from the concept I instilled in him and is of no help to his practice. Awakening the most perfect opponent and then defeating him fair and square from the perspective of strength, this is the way of practice of the Kingly Way!"

“…So chuunibun!”

"Don't touch your phone, let me see it clearly."

"Okay, Auntie, I have to go do something else." Huacheng Iori pointed the camera at himself and showed a super sweet and super cute smile, "Want to see your son? Hey, no! Bye~"

"..."

Looking at the screen showing the call being disconnected, Iinuma's mother slapped her thigh in anger and said angrily, "These slutty bitches are too arrogant! Just wait, when I, the main female lead, return, I will absolutely annihilate all of you scumbag female supporting roles from beginning to end!"

Chapter 48: Master at a Young Age

"brush!"

The bamboo sword slashed down with a sound of breaking through the air.

This seemingly ordinary knife attack made Iinuma Isao realize the huge danger.

He flew backwards.

The sword in Kato Ryota's hand slashed across the front of his kimono.

The bamboo sword, which had no sharpness at all, produced the effect of a sharp blade, instantly cutting the boy's clothes and leaving a bloody mark on his skin.

As in the previous times, the bloodstain was just a thin line at first.

But then, they became the size of soybeans and seeped out one by one.

With seven or eight such wounds, Iinuma Isao's entire body was stained with blood, which looked very creepy.

"Axun!"

Huacheng Xingzi was frightened to the point of paleness.

"It's just a superficial wound, it's nothing serious!" Iinuma Isao took the time to say this to her, and then quickly turned his attention back to Kato Ryota, "Keep going!"

Kato Ryota held the knife and said coldly: "If it was a real knife, you would be dead!"

If it was a real sword, I would have hypnotized you long ago... Iinuma Isao smiled, his body secreting adrenaline crazily, and he felt more and more excited.

He stamped his feet and rushed forward again.

"boom!"

The two knives collided in mid-air.

"You guys, you're definitely not as strong as me!" Iinuma Isao shouted, pressing his hands down hard.

"Your strength is beyond my expectation!" Kato Ryota lifted himself up and resisted the boy's downward force, "But where is your sword heart? Why can't I feel it? Use your mind skills to unify them! Otherwise, you will never be able to defeat me with brute force alone!"

Iinuma Isao continued to exert downward pressure with his wrist, and shouted at the same time: "See if you can push me to my limit!"

Along with the roar, he used his eight points of strength to push Kato Ryota's bamboo sword down little by little.

Kato Ryota's strength is between six and seven points.

Compared to ordinary people, it is already amazing.

But compared with the 15-year-old Iinuma Isao, he is still slightly inferior.

The bamboo sword was pressed down little by little and soon reached his shoulder. Kato Ryota was forced to kneel down on one knee with the sword on his shoulder to resist the force exerted by the boy.

He frowned slightly.

Then, he used his other leg to quickly sweep towards the boy's lower body.