I'm having fun in Tokyo

Morikawa Yu frowned and muttered to herself.

However, Takashi Nagayama and Yosuke Ohno looked on with great anticipation, watching him cautiously as if afraid he would refuse.

He glanced at the large cherry tree in the courtyard again, watching the cherry blossoms fluttering in the air, and suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

It would be quite an experience to be able to wield a sword and dance amidst cherry blossoms.

How about we go for a round?

Anyway, it's just swinging a sword, or using skills at most; looking cool is all that matters.

And it's not just for them to see; we could have called my sisters over too.

This is also a good opportunity to tell them about the dojo.

He nodded.

Sakurai Seigen smiled and looked at the two madams.

They held up the kimonos and walked towards him with their heads bowed.

However, Morikawa Yu didn't let them dress him; instead, he turned around and called his sisters.

About an hour later, my sister and her family arrived by car.

Because they had been told about this place beforehand, the older sisters had all changed into kimonos, looking cute and pretty.

Hiizuki also changed into a silver kimono with long, flowing sleeves, looking exceptionally elegant.

Takashi Nagayama and the others all knelt in the courtyard, not daring to look up.

Although I was somewhat surprised that my brother had so many women, some of them so young, and all so exceptionally beautiful, he was still the eldest brother, and whatever he did was right.

Sakurai Seigen had already ordered people to set up seats in the courtyard.

After learning of Morikawa Yu's decision, he also called many people from his family, but it seemed that they were all women, including Sakurai Emi.

She also changed into a kimono, which was also a furisode, but this time it was black and decorated with scarlet cherry blossoms.

Moreover, she strangely changed her pigtails to long, straight black hair today, which made her look much more dignified than usual, giving Morikawa Yu an urge to tease her.

However, with Fei Yue right there, he didn't dare to actually do anything.

His older sister personally dressed him in the formal kimono that Sakurai Seigen had prepared for him.

The kimono is light blue, and it looks very elegant.

After changing his clothes, he walked to the mirror in the dressing room and looked at himself.

He's very handsome, even more handsome than he expected.

Because he had been practicing kendo for a long time, his physique was much better than that of the average person. He was not slender, but he was not bulky at all. He had broad shoulders and a straight back, giving people a sense of swift speed and power.

His black hair was neither too long nor too short, and his handsome face beneath his bangs possessed an exceptionally refined and otherworldly air.

Wearing a light blue kimono, he looked like a handsome young swordsman who had stepped out of a manga and descended to the mortal world.

The older sister's eyes almost turned into stars as she hugged his waist.

"Ah, my little brother is so handsome! I regret it now. You should divorce Feiyue!"

"Don't exaggerate like that, sister."

Morikawa Yu smiled helplessly, just as she saw Hiizuki push open the door to the changing room and walk in.

She looked at Morikawa Yu openly, then pulled away from her sister, hugged her herself, buried her face in Morikawa Yu's arms, took a deep breath, and looked happy.

She seemed determined to hold on forever and didn't want to let go.

"Higetsu! My little brother is mine too!"

My older sister was unhappy.

Morikawa Yu rolled her eyes.

What do you mean by "you also have a share"? Are you trying to cut me into pieces?

Feiyue lifted her face from Morikawa Yu's embrace, glanced at her sister beside her, and finally loosened her grip a little, making room for her sister.

My older sister was immediately delighted and hugged me.

Morikawa Yu raised her arms to make the two of them more comfortable in the hug.

However, half a day passed, and neither the older sister nor Feiyue showed any sign of letting go. Meanwhile, the voice of the madam outside the changing room came from outside, asking for permission.

"Okay, okay, we'll hug you after we finish eating and get home. We still have things to do now~"

He gently patted his sister and Feiyue's backs with his left and right hands respectively, and whispered.

Feiyue and her sister finally let go of his hand, allowing him to straighten his clothes.

He left the changing room and walked towards the courtyard outside the dojo building, standing on the edge of the wall.

The veranda is a wooden corridor set between the main house and the courtyard, used to divide the space; it often appears in anime.

The servants brought by Sakurai Seigen set up seats for Morikawa Yu and her sister on the edge of the courtyard, while the Sakurai family's seats were on the edge of the courtyard, and the Nagayama Group members knelt on the side of the courtyard.

Everyone has their place, and everything is in order.

Sakurai Emi looked at Morikawa Yu standing on the side of the edge, her eyes also shining, but she quickly saw Hiizuki and her sister sitting next to Morikawa Yu, and her expression immediately became complicated.

She really wanted to say something to Morikawa Yu, but her grandfather silenced her with his eyes, telling her not to move, which made her feel a little discouraged.

Morikawa Yu smiled at her, then looked at Sakurai Seigen, and finally at Nagayama Takashi and Ohno Yosuke, who were kneeling on one side of the courtyard, as well as the group of men in black suits from the Nagayama Group.

Today, let them see just how handsome their idol is.

He silently activated Swift Step, and his figure instantly disappeared from the side.

Takashi Nagayama and the others were instantly speechless with astonishment, and the group in black suits were also filled with shock.

The next moment, Morikawa Yu appeared under the cherry tree, holding the unsheathed Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Cherry blossoms from the large cherry tree fall and rise with the wind.

Morikawa Yu murmured, "One sword, one thought."

With a single swing of the sword, the cherry blossoms fluttering in the courtyard instantly split in two.

Amidst the falling cherry blossoms, Morikawa Yu turned around and saw Nagayama Takashi kneeling on the ground, his hands clasped together, his face full of excitement, looking every bit like a saint who had said, "God, my life has been without regrets."

Yosuke Ohno had a serious expression, but he had somehow produced a camera, which was pointed at him. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he couldn't hide his excitement.

"I have a feeling they might create some weird cult that worships my brother~"

My older sister sat in her seat and laughed.

"But since my brother is so handsome, it's not a big deal if his sect gets involved, hehehe."

Chapter 146 So what if you have big breasts?

younger brother?

In the Sakurai family's seat, Emi also pricked up her ears and secretly looked at Morikawa Kiyoi.

Is she the minister's sister?

She's so beautiful! She's just as gorgeous as Maki-sensei.

No wonder the minister didn't have any special reaction when facing Maki-sensei.

“I don’t wish for it to be like this. My husband doesn’t need those unorthodox practices; faith is just a constraint…”

Huh, husband? What the heck is "husband"?

Huijian was startled and didn't even bother to listen to what was behind her, using the corner of her eye to peek at the person speaking.

She was a girl who looked two years older than her, with a cool and aloof demeanor, like an iceberg, but when she spoke of her husband, her eyes lit up with a smile that melted away like ice and snow.

She had noticed the other person before because the other person had striking long silver-white hair, but the white color didn't seem to be dyed; it was natural and smooth, shimmering slightly in the moonlight.

She refrained from asking the minister who she was only because her grandfather told her to be more reserved.

What exactly is the meaning behind this woman's way of addressing the minister?

Did she marry the minister?

Emi subconsciously compared herself to the silver-haired girl.

She seems to be about the same age as me in terms of looks, but the smile she gives when talking about the minister is just too unfair; there's no comparison.

I don't think I have the right temperament either.

And the breasts...

Damn it, why is it so big?

Ugh~ I lost, I lost everything.

Huijian bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment.

Where did this woman come from?!

I've been with the minister for two years now, how come I've never heard of her? Or is she a newcomer?

That damn minister, that womanizer!

Emi's fingers clenched tightly on the furis sleeves of her kimono, twisting into a knot.

She looked at Morikawa Yu, who was still in the sword-drawing posture under the cherry blossom tree, with a resentful look in her eyes.

Morikawa Yu also saw her.

He smiled slightly at her, with cherry blossoms dancing around him and a gentle breeze blowing by, like a beautiful young man in a painting.

Emi blushed slightly.

She lowered her head and stopped looking at Morikawa Yu.

Damn it, did you think you could get away with just smiling at me?

But the thought of the minister's smile made her heart beat faster again.

The minister... he didn't seem like a casual person before.

Despite being very popular, he has remained single.

No matter what, getting married suddenly is too strange, isn't it?

Could it be that the priest of the shrine where the minister is currently located forced him to marry the woman he was assigned to?

Well, that must be the case.

So the minister still likes me, otherwise he wouldn't have smiled at me like that.

Huijian clenched her little hands and gave herself a pep talk.

She suddenly felt a gaze upon her, turned her head, and saw that it was the girl who had just called the minister "husband."

The other person looked him up and down and smiled.

Huijian's face stiffened.

It seems that the minister saw my interaction with him just now.

But the other party seemed completely unconcerned, and there was no sense of warning or anger in their smile.

It's like...not caring at all.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on the other person's chest, and the other person followed her gaze downwards, revealing a dazzling outline to their already impressive curves.

Hmph, so what if you have big breasts?

It's just useless cellulite.

The minister is not a shallow person who would be blinded by breasts.

It's naive to think you can control the minister based on this alone.

She pursed her lips and stopped looking in that direction.

Everyone else in the courtyard was focused on the minister, and no one noticed her "confrontation" with the other person. Only her sister glanced at her and tilted her head.

Morikawa Yu's figure disappeared again, and after a breath, he reappeared on the side of the edge, standing in his own central position, with the Tsurumaru in his hand already put away.

He smoothed the sleeves of his kimono, sat down gracefully, and raised his glass to Sakurai Seigen, as well as Nagayama Takashi and the members of the Nagayama Group on the side of the courtyard.