The air was quiet for an instant.
"Hahahaha..."
Sabito couldn't help but laugh out loud, slapping Giyu wildly on the shoulder. "Giyu, if you talk like that, people will dislike you, y'know!"
Giyu tilted his head expressionlessly, then looked into Sabito's eyes with utmost seriousness.
"I won't be disliked."
Holy sht...*
Ryosuke couldn't hold it together for a moment.
"Hahahahaha..."
This serious explanation made Sabito laugh even more joyfully.
Moriyama Akira's mouth twitched, wishing he could cover Giyu's mouth right there.
He nudged Ryosuke's shoulder and hurriedly explained.
"Ryosuke-san, don't mind him. This junior brother of mine... he's not very good with words."
"I understand."
Ryosuke nodded with a smile.
In the original work, Giyu was an airhead with extremely low EQ.
Of course, only this kind of unperturbed personality could train Water Breathing to the ultimate level.
Ryosuke looked at Giyu, thought for a moment, and explained:
"You wanted to say that I killed so many demons and haven't died yet, so I'm very strong, right?"
Giyu's eyes suddenly lit up.
He understood my words!
See!
I wasn't disliked!
Little stars appeared around Giyu as he nodded vigorously.
"Mhm!"
"Hahahaha, Mr. Ryosuke, you're really interesting!"
Sabito also found it rare.
Besides him, there was actually someone else who could understand what Giyu was expressing.
Immediately, Sabito looked at the Nichirin Sword at Ryosuke's waist, his eyes burning with fervor.
"Mr. Yasui! Being under the same tutelage of a Cultivator, and fellow travelers on the demon-slaying path! Since we have met, please spar with me! I want to personally experience the Thunder Breathing sword techniques that cleared out Mt. Fujikasane!"
His invitation was direct and open, carrying the sharpness and eagerness unique to young men.
"Sabito!"
Moriyama Akira frowned. "Who invites a guest to fight as soon as they arrive?"
"It's fine."
Ryosuke didn't mind. He tossed his Nichirin Sword to him and picked up a wooden sword from the side.
"We'll stop before hurting each other."
"Naturally!"
Light burst from Sabito's eyes as he instantly assumed the starting stance of Water Breathing.
His breath was steady as an abyss, and the surrounding mist seemed to be drawn to him, faintly converging towards him.
"Careful now!"
With a low shout, Sabito's body was like an arrow leaving the string, rushing out instantly!
Water Breathing · Second Form · Water Wheel!
The wooden sword was sharp, drawing a fierce circular arc in mid-air, sweeping across like a high-speed rotating giant wheel!
Ryosuke's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, he advanced!
Thunder Breathing · First Form · Thunderclap and Flash!
Ryosuke turned into a stream of light, aiming precisely at Sabito's wrist holding the sword!
So fast!
Sabito was startled. He flipped his wrist, changing the sweep into a block.
Clang!
The wooden swords collided, making a heavy thud!
A numbing sensation traveled up the wooden sword. Sabito used the force to spin his body, his sword technique changing suddenly!
Water Breathing · Third Form · Flowing Dance!
His figure became erratic like a fish in a stream, several sword shadows, hard to distinguish between real and fake, stabbing towards Ryosuke from different angles!
Lightning flickered faintly under Ryosuke's feet. His footwork was swift as electricity, dodging them one by one.
Thunder Breathing · Third Form · Thunder Swarm!
Boom boom boom!
The violent thunder slashes were extraordinarily sharp, precisely cutting off Sabito's offensive!
The figures of the two intersected at high speed, water blue and lightning constantly colliding and annihilating.
Water Breathing was continuous and ever-changing.
Thunder Breathing was explosive instant killing, simple and direct.
The two intertwined and tore at each other, forming a stark contrast.
"Amazing!"
Sabito got more excited as he fought.
Although his strength was currently on the weaker side, he could feel that the opponent wasn't using his full strength.
But the pressure brought by this speed and precision was more direct than facing Urokodaki Sakonji!
He retreated a step, and the surrounding water vapor gathered frantically!
Water Breathing · Eighth Form · Waterfall Basin!
Countless water vapors poured down like a waterfall!
Just at this moment, a silent figure moved instantly!
Giyu didn't say a word, his eyes terrifyingly focused.
Water Breathing · Sixth Form · Whirlpool!
His blade pierced straight towards Ryosuke's fleeting opening at an extremely tricky angle!
"Hey! Giyu! We agreed on a one-on-one!"
Sabito shouted in exasperation, but it was too late to retract his move now.
Their attacks formed a marvelous pincer movement.
Ryosuke narrowed his eyes. The wooden sword in his hand changed abruptly, wild thunder howling!
Thunder Breathing · Second Form · Rice Spirit!
Five blinding white lights exploded instantly!
Boom boom boom boom boom—
Deafening explosions rang out, instantly tearing apart the attacks of the two.
Sabito and Giyu retreated several steps one after another before stabilizing their bodies, their arms numb.
Ryosuke rested the wooden sword on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the two.
"Cough... cough cough!"
Sabito coughed twice, admiring sincerely: "Too strong, Mr. Yasui!"
Giyu also nodded immediately.
He was forced to act just now.
The outcome of this spar was actually destined from the beginning.
If no one shared the sword move for Sabito, that strike from Ryosuke would likely have injured Sabito!
Ryosuke understood this too and didn't mind. After silently sheathing his sword, he chuckled.
"It's nothing, I just started earlier than you guys."
Although he said that, Ryosuke still felt lingering fear.
A genius is a genius!
No matter which world, the priority of talent is always number one.
Both Sabito and Giyu were far inferior to him in terms of training time and intensity.
But their strength and potential were already unquestionable.
Even with the System, assuming the same training time and intensity, Ryosuke would definitely not be their match.
At this moment, a petite girl walked over from a distance.
She had short ink-black hair, a bright and cute smile, blue eyes with white pupils, and her clothes were brightly colored like flowers.
Makomo!
Mhm~
Very cute.
The girl trotted forward, her tone reproachful.
"Sabito, Giyu! Who are you two bullying again?"
Sabito: o_0?
Giyu:ヾ(￣□￣;)ﾉ
Rubbing his numb wrist, Sabito immediately felt wronged upon hearing this.
"Makomo, don't talk nonsense! Clearly Ryosuke-nii is bullying us, okay?!"
"Still talking back, I saw everything!"
Makomo blinked and pursed her small mouth, exposing him mercilessly: "You and Giyu together couldn't beat him!"
"Hey! Makomo! Whose junior sister are you anyway!"
Sabito was choked up, his handsome face slightly red. "Elbow turning outward (siding with outsiders)! Heartbreaking!"
Giyu, who had been silent, frowned slightly, seemingly thinking seriously about a very solemn problem.
He looked at the aggrieved Sabito, then at Makomo, and finally landed his gaze on the snickering Ryosuke, speaking with utmost seriousness.
"Mhm, you could have hurt me just now, but you missed."
The air froze for an instant.
Pfft—
Ryosuke was the first to lose it, hurriedly pressing his fist to his mouth, his shoulders shaking suspiciously.
He naturally understood Giyu's meaning.
This guy was praising him for being strong, but the way he phrased it would always cause misunderstandings.
Moriyama Akira followed closely, clutching his stomach.
No!
The way he talks...
Mhm—
It's just very interesting!
"Giyu!"
Makomo stood on tiptoes and unceremoniously punched his arm.
"Idiot! Can you think before you speak from now on! It's easy to make people misunderstand!"
Giyu tilted his head.
Giyu did not understand.
Giyu was confused.
He lowered his head, thinking very hard.
A few seconds later, he opened his mouth, his face still maintaining that unperturbed airhead expression, and added in a tone even more certain than before.
"Ryosuke didn't even see through the sword move I just used. Luck was not bad."