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"Um, Commander?"

After a while, Yamato's voice became noticeably more normal, and she asked.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

Wuming slowed down his pace at the right time and turned to look at Yamato. The latter looked normal, with no trace of the slight embarrassment from before. He even stretched out his long legs and walked quickly towards Wuming, only half a body length behind him.

"Commander, how do you usually get along with Noshiro?"

"what?"

"I mean, when facing the Mountain City, the commander said that the port area can allow the magic cube ships to make choices, right?"

"That's what I said."

Yamato paused, looking at Wuming's face, trying to discern his true thoughts from this face that was not very impressive even in the human world.

"What about Noshiro? Will she choose to be a warrior or a civilian?"

Wuming paused and pinched his chin with one hand.

"How should I put it? She probably doesn't want to be a civilian warrior."

Practice kendo every day.

This is not something that someone who wants to lie down would do, but underneath this peaceful exterior, Minato hides a crueler reality.

That is, Noshiro, who works hard to practice kendo, will not be allowed to appear on the battlefield, or in other words, the front line of the battle.

When there are only six people in the battle formation, Noshiro is not the last choice. In this real world, the gap between the combat power of each ship is even greater than in the game. At least in the game, one hundred Noshiro can definitely defeat Frederick the Great. No, it should be said that ten Noshiro will definitely win against any friendly ship in the game.

But the situation here is different. No matter how many Noshiros there are, no matter how many Noshiros can only wield swords, they cannot threaten a mature legendary ship. Wuming suddenly felt a little bored when facing this legendary ship that still holds awe of Noshiro's power.

"commander?"

Seeing Wuming's expression change, Yamato called out tentatively.

"No, I was kind of distracted, sorry."

Wuming smiled.

"I just thought of Noshiro."

As he said this, he secretly made up his mind to find a way to allow Noshiro, or other unwilling ship girls like Noshiro, to freely choose their own positions.

Chapter 1147 The Effect of Effort

Walking and stopping, we went around in the bamboo forest again. After a series of twists and turns, we could faintly hear the whistling sound of the green bamboos colliding with each other.

"call out!"

The sound of the brisk chopping was forced to stop with a snapping sound. After a rough repair, the two evenly-proportioned bamboos were transformed into natural swords. They were held in the hands of two beautiful girls, one on each side of the open space, holding off from a distance.

"Again?"

Musashi, who was wearing a loose martial arts robe, grinned.

"I don't mind."

Noshiro was also wearing a white robe, and her attitude seemed more serious than usual. She nodded towards the gap in the bamboo forest. Musashi also looked over there and spoke with a hint of complaint.

"Yamato you're so slow."

Having said this, the big black fox spoke again with a tone mixed with curiosity and confusion.

"Morning, Commander."

"Well, morning. It seems like you guys are getting along well. Noshiro rarely invites others here."

Wuming nodded with a relaxed look on his face. He was somewhat surprised at the compatibility between the two of them. The favorability between Ayanami and Noshiro, who were both weapon warriors, did not increase that quickly.

"Haha, you think so too, right? I think so too. Noshiro really opened my eyes. Should I say she is worthy of being Noshiro from another world? Her use of strength is simply unheard of, and many of her ideas are really eye-opening. Kendo is something that should not be underestimated."

Musashi laughed heartily.

"I don't really understand this, but it looks like Noshiro is also very happy."

"..."

Yamato watched as Wuming and Musashi became familiar with each other easily, and shook his head silently.

Why is everyone so unprepared for this guy?

Noshiro placed the bamboo pole against the ground and tilted his head to look at Wuming.

"Husband, why are you here with Miss Yamato?"

"Meeting by chance on the roadside, um..."

Wuming paused, and chose between making up a lie to cover up Yamato's lack of direction, or telling the truth to avoid Yamato taking the blame when nothing happened. He decisively chose to make Yamato cute.

"I just happened to meet Yamato who was lost, so I brought her to find you."

"puff!"

Musashi was stunned for a moment, then his brows relaxed, he covered his mouth, and couldn't help shaking his shoulders.

"It's very Yamato style, haha!"

Seeing Noshiro's puzzled look, she did not forget to explain.

"I remember that one time, because we were doing some minor renovations on the corridor between the pavilions, she just sat there in a daze for a few minutes. In the end, she contacted me to make sure that the location had not changed."

"Shut up, I'm being cautious!"

Yamato glared at Musashi angrily, but did not let Wuming go. His cheeks puffed up slightly, and he bared his teeth at him, then he reacted and gave Wuming a dry smile as a remedy.

"It's okay. I believe you."

Musashi waved his hand, not taking Yamato's irritation to heart at all, and turned to look at Noshiro.

"But I wanted you to come here so that you could see my progress."

While Noshiro looked puzzled, Musashi spoke cheerfully.

"Warriors admire the strong more than ordinary people, so I speak more directly than Yamato. She still has some knots in her heart, and I need you and I to untie them together. Miss Noshiro, please be a little more serious. I will continue to use my full strength. If you can feel a little resistance when you kill me, that will be enough for me."

Noshiro nodded slowly.

"You've put a lot of pressure on me, and it's not a lie."

"is it?"

Musashi bent her body, and the green bamboo in her palm made a creaking sound. The next moment, her figure remained in her retina as a straight black line, rushing straight towards Noshiro!

"It's such an honor!"

The silent morning became lively because of this figure, and the surrounding bamboo forest was also attracted by her movements. A strong wind rose from the ground, making the bamboo leaves rustle. Noshiro held the bamboo in one hand, and at the critical moment, she stretched out the bamboo and tapped it lightly, hitting Musashi's wrist squarely, driving the attacking Musashi with force, making the big black fox unable to control its body for a while, and the whole person rolled into the depths of the bamboo forest. Large patches of dense bamboo were bent one after another, forming an irregular new road.

"That's what she wanted me to see?"

Yamato whispered to himself.

"No, not just this."

Wuming replied in an equally loud voice.

"She hasn't lost yet."

His vision and perception are extraordinary, and he can already see the changes in Musashi. In just less than a day, under Noshiro's guidance, Musashi's fighting style has been significantly improved. The tactic of using powerful force to hit anyone with flying bricks is certainly not wrong, but when facing another opponent who is stronger and faster, she will instinctively learn to control her strength and pick up her skills again.

"call out!"

Deep in the bamboo forest, at the end of the newly opened road, a green arrow shot out, passed through the raised dust, and in the chaos, it shot towards Noshiro with undiminished momentum.

"The intention is too obvious."

Perhaps because being a sensei was so addictive, Noshiro couldn't help but comment. As she spoke, the bamboo in her hand suddenly straightened up and knocked the piece of green bamboo away.

The next second, more dense green arrows swarmed in. Musashi's figure was looming in the dust. He was waving green bamboo in a panic, creating a rapid rain of arrows with his own strength.

"I've already told you that these are of no use to me."

Compared to the sweaty Musashi, Noshiro was as clean as a young lady who had just gone out for an outing. From the corners of her clothes to her hair, she looked fresh and beautiful. She seemed out of place in the bamboo forest which was gradually becoming messy.

When dealing with one bamboo arrow, she didn't move much, and when dealing with dozens or hundreds of them, she didn't plan to move much either.

The originally clear green bamboo suddenly became blurred in her hand, but the clear swish sound turned into a low roar that tore the atmosphere, accompanied by a heavy blow that seemed to have been overlapped hundreds of times. The dense rain of arrows flew in all directions in a daze, scattering around Noshiro, forming a blurred circle, clearly separating herself from the world.

“Well, it’s like this.”

Noshiro said softly.

It was not a proud declaration, nor a complacent boast. She was simply using facts to tell the challenger in front of her where she stood.

"Is she trying to tell me not to resist?"

Yamato pursed his lips and whispered.

"No, I think the suspicion she's going to tell you will probably be a little more positive."

Wuming frowned, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally remained restrained. In his eyes, Musashi had made enough efforts for this, so he should also give corresponding respect.

"?"

While Yamato showed a confused expression, the rain of arrows scattered around Noshiro suddenly lit up, and the deep bamboo forest suddenly lit up for a moment. The fine and obscure electric current turned into a cage, making Noshiro's movements stiff for a moment. At the same moment, in her pupils, the corners of Musashi's raised mouth continued to expand, and finally the big black fox rushed straight into her arms with the posture of a rocket headbutt!

"Like, no matter what you face, hard work will work, and that kind of thing."

Chapter 1148 The Possibility of Mass Production of Legendary Ships

"are you angry?"

"No."

"If I'm angry, I can apologize."

"So, I'm not angry."

Musashi blinked and said while maintaining a smile.

"That's great. Now that you're not angry anymore, can you put me down?"

The big black fox hanging on the bamboo asked cheerfully.

"I'm not angry."

The shape of the Chinese character "井" appeared on Noshiro's forehead, and he looked up and said with a smile.

"I'm just a little mad, that's all."

Wuming and Yamato were on the side, hesitant to speak.

A minute ago, Noshiro, who was knocked over by Rocket's headbutt, maintained a dazed expression, lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out, while Musashi, who was panting, burst into hearty laughter.

Then, the expressionless Noshiro took out the rope and tied her up tightly, and hung Musashi up in front of the two of them. The latter did not resist, and even raised her arms when Noshiro tied her up to make it easier for her.

"Hey, Noshiro, do you want to go get some snacks? The cafeteria should just have breakfast ready at this time."

Wuming was a little confused by the strange tacit understanding between the two, but Noshiro's condition was obviously not right now, so letting her calm down naturally became the only option now.

Noshiro Hollow narrowed his eyes and glanced at Musashi's natural armor, seeming to become even angrier.

"Yeah!"

But Wuming knew what to do at this moment. He stretched out his arms and hugged Noshiro around the waist.

"Let's go on a date first, bye!"

"Eh eh eh?"

Noshiro exclaimed, and was shyly looked at by Yamato and Musashi with strange eyes. She shrank her head a little embarrassedly. Wuming folded his arms and left the bamboo forest with the girl in his arms, leaving the two new members here alone.

Watching Wuming leave, as his back and Noshiro's voice gradually faded away, the bamboo forest suddenly became quiet again.

After a moment, Yamato raised his hand and slightly drew it in the air, and the rope behind Musashi broke. The latter turned over nimbly and landed steadily.

"You have a great talent. Congratulations. You have proved your talent to me."

Yamato looked at Musashi who was moving his arms and legs, his tone unchanged.

"Do you think so?"

Musashi looked at the mess around him, grinned with satisfaction, then turned his head to look at Yamato.