Bro, Why Do I Feel Like You're Kind of a Jerk?

The more Kyogoku Makoto thought about it, the more he felt that Fujino's words contained profound meaning—the great path of a martial artist.

If anyone else had told him this, he might have thought they were a con artist. But this was Bro Fujino...

This was Bro Fujino, who had even revealed his master's secrets and called him a brother!

Most importantly, Fujino had actually used a technique like "qi," and he himself had vaguely sensed its existence.

Kyogoku Makoto felt that his bro could not possibly be fooling him, and gradually became completely convinced.

Thinking this, Kyogoku Makoto raised his head and crossed his arms as he looked at the cherry blossoms drifting down from the night sky, sparkling with faint fluorescence. He could not help but sigh. "Although Bro Fujino's presence feels somewhat sinister, now that I think about it, it suits your path perfectly... Faithful and noble, just like cherry blossoms..."

Fujino: "..."

Who were you talking about?

Oh, me?

Fujino was bewildered by Kyogoku Makoto's description for a moment before realizing he was talking about him.

Still, when it came to cherry blossoms, they were usually closely associated with bushido in this country.

For example, dying on the battlefield like scattered cherry blossoms or something.

So, kid, were you saying I should be as short-lived as cherry blossoms?

His eyelid twitched as Fujino cut him off. "Stop kissing up to me before you end up kissing my ass. This has nothing to do with character or morals. Go figure out what you want for yourself."

"Huh?"

Kyogoku Makoto paused. "Then why are yours cherry blossoms falling across the sky instead of something else?"

"Something else works too."

Fujino snapped his fingers casually. A falling cherry blossom turned into an orange-red maple leaf, which he caught between