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"who are you?!"
Ryosuke and Amane turned around.
A figure carrying buckets of water appeared at the end of the path.
The boy looked exactly like Muichiro, even the ends of his hair and the color of his eyes were identical.
However, the two had completely different temperaments. Ichiro's eyes were wary, sharp, and piercing.
Tianyin maintained her composure and recounted the whole story.
Muichiro, who was standing to the side, chimed in to agree.
“Brother, we can do it. Learning swordsmanship can help many people and slay evil spirits…”
Ichiro interrupted sharply.
"You're so incompetent you can't even take care of yourself, yet you dream of helping others? Don't be delusional!"
Muichiro was speechless, and lowered his head in dejection.
Yuichiro then turned to Ryosuke and Amane, his tone unfriendly.
"As for you two, you're just some random outsiders! Get out of here! You're not welcome in our home!"
Lady Tianyin was not angry and continued to gently persuade her.
"Ichiro, please listen to me..."
"have nothing to say!"
Ichiro grabbed a bucket of water from the side and was about to splash it at the two of them.
However, Ryosuke saw through his intentions long ago.
He moved instantly and kicked the bottom of the barrel.
The wooden barrel spun in mid-air, pouring water all over Ichiro!
The cold touch sent a shiver down his spine; he was soaked to the bone and looked utterly disheveled.
Seeing his drenched appearance, Ryosuke couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Muichiro rushed forward and hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe the water stains off Ichiro.
Ichiro pushed Muichiro's hand away, trembling with anger.
"I don't want to repeat myself! You! Get out!"
Lady Tianyin frowned slightly, about to speak again.
Ryosuke, however, stepped forward and stood in front of Ichiro.
The oppressive aura emanating from their fighting spirit and height descended upon them.
His eyes weren't exactly fierce, and there was even a smile playing on his lips.
Even so, it still made Ichiro feel apprehensive.
"Kid, I'll only say it once."
Ryosuke crossed his arms and spoke softly.
"Speak to me more politely."
Ichiro stared at Ryosuke, instinctively shielding Muichiro behind him.
"Stop interfering in our affairs, you outsiders! This is none of your business!"
Ryosuke grew impatient and, without uttering any more words, slowly approached.
"You...what do you want to do?"
Yuichiro took a half step back, somewhat flustered.
No matter how precocious and stubborn he may be, he is still just a child.
Even facing a Pillar-level swordsman like Ryosuke, who exudes such an imposing aura, one would still feel fear.
Ryosuke remained silent, looking down at him.
Then, under Ichiro's wary gaze, he reached out his hand.
It wasn't a hit, it wasn't a grab, but rather a flick of the middle finger against his forehead!
Ryosuke's strength was immense.
Even if he tried to restrain himself, a flick on the head was something no ordinary child could withstand.
Yuichiro staggered back two steps and sat down on the ground with a thud.
His forehead instantly became red and swollen, and he was completely dumbfounded.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, but Ichiro bit his lip to keep them from falling.
Muichiro quickly ran over to help him up.
Ryosuke asked in a flat tone, "Feeling better now?"
Yuichiro stared intently at Ryosuke, his chest heaving, seething with rage!
But the pain in his forehead reminded him of the difference in strength between the two sides.
In the end, Ichiro snorted coldly and ignored Ryosuke.
This guy would actually hit a child!
A good man does not suffer from immediate losses!
Yuichiro just wants to get rid of Ryosuke right now!
Ryosuke didn't mind and patted Muichiro on the shoulder.
Muichiro snapped out of his daze and looked at Ryosuke with lingering fear.
Ryosuke, with a relaxed expression, casually said, "I'm cooking. I'm hungry."
Muichiro blinked, not quite understanding at first.
He said "Oh" and obediently went inside.
Tianyin stood aside, taking in everything.
Seeing Ryosuke's blunt and direct way of communicating, she frowned and parted her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
In the end, however, she swallowed these words and chose to wait and see.
She understood that dealing with a prickly child like Ichiro wouldn't work with conventional gentle persuasion; she needed to use some special methods.
Ryosuke, on the other hand, greeted Amane as if he were at home.
"Madam, please come inside and sit down."
Tianyin nodded, and the two walked into the house together.
The wooden house was small and simply furnished.
The kitchen, living room, and bedroom are all visible at a glance.
Following the proper etiquette for entertaining guests, Muichiro poured water for the two of them, and then went to the stove to busy himself.
Ichiro sat down on the bed, fuming, and faced the wall to reflect on his actions, refusing to talk to anyone.
Wow, he's quite the stubborn one!
Ryosuke laughed and raised his voice.
"Kid, who are you trying to sulk for? Go cook! Your brother can't manage by himself! Look at how clumsy he is, don't let him burn the house down."
Chapter 124 I have plenty of strength and methods!
Muichiro, who was standing in front of the stove, blushed and became even more flustered.
Yuchiro's body stiffened, and his fists clenched.
He really wanted to fight this despicable guy to the death!
Ichiro glanced at Muichiro and took a deep breath.
Finally, he stood up, his face dark, and walked to the stove, snatching the kitchen knife from Muichiro's hand.
"You're so stupid! You can't even peel a radish properly! Get out of the way!"
Muichiro silently stepped aside.
Amane couldn't hold back when she saw this. She raised her sleeve to cover her mouth and then looked at Ryosuke.
Ryosuke shrugged helplessly.
With Sanemi, a rebellious teenager, as a precedent, Ryosuke can easily handle these kinds of brats.
Before long, a simple meal was served.
The food consisted mainly of wild mountain vegetables, pickled radishes, and a little brown rice, with no meat, indicating that the two brothers lived a poor life.
Muichiro spoke apologetically.
"Sorry, this is all we have at home..."
"It's nothing, thank you for your hospitality."
Lady Tianyin responded gently, her demeanor elegant, eating in small bites with grace.
Ryosuke didn't care about that at all.
His eating habits were not exactly elegant; in fact, they were rather rough.
Yuichiro couldn't help but purse his lips when he saw Ryosuke's impolite manner.
"Let's go as soon as we finish eating!"
Ryosuke didn't say anything, but moved his right hand, his knuckles clicking.
Yuichiro suddenly covered his forehead, shrank back, and stared warily at Ryosuke.
What did this guy eat to grow up like this?!