Shiba Kūkaku's Training Hall.
Bang!
Shiba Ganju clutched his head and looked tearfully at his elder sister.
"Listen carefully!"
Shiba Kūkaku's roar was deafening, making Duan Mu, who was sitting nearby, instinctively straighten his back.
Kūkaku was wonderful in every way except for her temper... Calling it gunpowder would be an insult to her. She was completely explosive—not something that caught fire at a spark, but something that detonated outright.
"Forget kidō. You're not even as good as Duan Mu at the Development Spirit Crest, yet you still dare to sleep while I'm explaining things? From now on, don't tell anyone you're from the Shiba Clan when you go out."
Nearby, Duan Mu rolled his eyes. Ever since he had met Ganju, the number of times Kūkaku had thrown him out of the house was at least eighty, if not a hundred...
Of course, many of those times had been because Ganju deliberately provoked Kūkaku so he could get thrown out.
In the past, whenever he was kicked out, he didn't even have a place to eat. He could only run to the homes of those few younger brothers who didn't need to eat at all and drink water with them to survive.
But ever since he had gained this younger brother of his, he not only had a place to eat and sleep, but also a place to make money. Although, when he had first stolen Duan Mu's commissions, he had often suffered Uzuki's vicious verbal abuse.
But as time went on...
Duan Mu discovered that this fellow seemed to have gradually started enjoying it.
Thinking of this, Duan Mu couldn't help shivering.
He had better be careful in the future. He absolutely couldn't provoke Kūkaku, or he might end up like Ganju... beaten into a total masochist.
Still,