Urokodaki Sakonji Gets Angry × Biscuit Explodes in a Fit of Rage

The Sword Path is long and arduous; I will persevere in my pursuit...

The fish my master made was delicious, but it was a pity it was missing some wasabi.

Roy took Asauchi from the wall, went deep into the forest, and began practicing his swordsmanship as usual.

Behind him, Urokodaki Sakonji arrived through the snow, carrying a basket of pebbles. He told him to wait a moment, then hung the basket on the tip of his sword, secured it with a wire, and said expressionlessly, "Practice."

Roy felt the weight coming from the tip of the knife and turned his head to look... The old man walked away with his hands behind his back, his steps much lighter than usual.

He seemed to be humming an unknown tune.

"Hehe... Master's angry." Makomo covered her mouth and laughed, "Who told Eiichiro to ask so many questions..."

"His master must think he's getting cocky after only a few days of sword practice..."

"A disciple need not be inferior to his master, nor a master necessarily superior to his disciple. Is it possible that... Eiichiro is already the master's limit?" Sabito's face, hidden behind the fox mask, was indistinct. He suddenly spoke... The surrounding air fell silent, as if frozen.

"Impossible!" Shinsuke tumbled down from the birch tree, circling around Roy... "It must be admitted, ' Eiichiro is indeed a monster, but Master has been immersed in Sword Path over fifty years; he can't be inferior to him.'"

"Nobody said Master is inferior to him." Fukuda leaned against the tree trunk, his legs dangling listlessly. "Senior brother was talking about strength. Master is old, his strength is definitely not at its peak, so what's so strange about him not being as strong as a young man?"

"Would you die if you didn't contradict me for a day?"

"So what if I am? I'm already dead. What are you going to do about killing me again?"

I... I'll strangle you!

"Come on, I'll kick your balls to pieces!"

"Whoosh~" A cold wind blew, and Shinsuke and Fukuda were locked in combat again.

Makomo completely ignored them and tugged at Sabito's sleeve. "Hey~ how many swords do you think Master... can swing at his limit?"

Sabito remained silent, his gaze falling on the Sun-Earring Boy who was trying to swing his sword to prevent the pebbles from spilling from the basket. After a long pause, he said thoughtfully, "He's definitely not as good as Giyu now."

When Giyu first came out of the mountains, he was only capable of dealing with ordinary brats. Now... he should be able to do "Ten Thousand Swings" five times a day.

"Thud..." A piece of gravel fell out of the basket...

Roy frowned, bent down to pick it up from the ground, put it back in the basket, stopped, and took a breath. He had to accept the reality that swinging a knife while carrying a heavy load and trying to control the flying pebbles was far more difficult than he had imagined.

"The steadyer your hand, the more forceful the knife, the less likely it is to deviate, and the less likely there will be any oversights."

In the evening, when he dragged his aching arms back, Urokodaki Sakonji was sitting on a tree stump in the yard, meticulously carving a mask.

That's what he said to him.

He didn't ask Roy how many times he had swung his knife that day, and Roy didn't answer how many times either. The master and apprentice ate dinner in tacit agreement, each taking a corner and lying flat on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Night fell, and a few sparrows perched on the windowsill, preening their feathers...

Roy put his hands behind his head and looked up at the rafters. Shinsuke, his face swollen like a pig's head, was curled up in Pig-Head when he Urokodaki Sakonji say, "Eiichiro, don't panic."

He then gave a soft hum, "Mmm."

He closed his eyes.

Makomo arrived late but did, and lay down next to him. On a nearby pillar, Sabito crossed his arms and closed his eyes, feigning sleep. Occasionally, one could hear a few gusts of cold wind rustling the window paper...

Roy grew sleepy and unknowingly left the Snow Country, returning to reality.

The familiar feeling of falling washed over me...

The Sun-Earring Boy opened his eyes, Gotoh had already gotten up from the sofa before him to help him wash up.

What time is it?

Four o'clock.

"What's going on across the street?" Roy, with a toothbrush in his mouth, noticed someone shouting outside the window and could vaguely hear the piercing sound of police sirens downstairs. He turned his head to look...

Gotoh tidied up the ointment and explained, "There's a fire... Just as Young Master said, Kastro's test has begun."

Flames engulfed room 1989, adding to the already sweltering summer heat.

After washing up, Roy put on his workout clothes and started his morning run. Gotoh took advantage of this time to prepare breakfast. Master and servant each had their own things to do, just like Kastro was busy running for his life, with Illumi following closely behind him.

"This lunatic... What did I ever do to you? Just tell me... You've been silent all along, and now you're bringing up houses, but the thing is, I didn't even buy them..."

Kastro's hair was completely combed off, and he had a gash on his back from being poked, blood spurting out... He glanced at the time amidst the chaos; there were still four and a half hours until their meeting at the airport. He gritted his teeth, leaped through the glass window, his right hand outstretched in mid-air, claw-like, gripping the wall, and slid rapidly down the stairs... In no time, he blended into the chaotic crowd...

Roy happened to run by, glanced up, noticed Illumi peering down, their eyes met, and he calmly looked away.

One glance, two glances, three glances—the foolish little boy watched Roy leave, then, with a quick movement, he and Kastro jumped down...

"Oh my god... look, someone else is jumping off a building!"

The already chaotic crowd grew increasingly disorganized... Flames and sirens blared...

Roy controlled his pace at a leisurely pace, circling the Heavens Arena several times before returning to his room just in time for dinner.

Upon entering, he noticed the door was open, and a young girl was sitting next to the dining table, complaining that Gotoh was stingy and wouldn't give her food. She walked in with her eyebrows raised.

"Hey... Little Roy, you're here! He kindly came to say goodbye, but look at him..." Biscuit pointed at the Gotoh and complained, "He won't even give him a sip of porridge."

"Well done." Roy patted Gotoh on the shoulder, pulled up a chair and sat opposite Biscuit, completely ignoring her, and began to enjoy breakfast under Gotoh's service.

Today's breakfast consisted of guacamole with fried eggs and fried bacon, topped with toast spread with butter... It wasn't a lot, but it was nutritionally complete...

Biscuit wasn't annoyed by Roy's retort. Watching Roy devour an egg and bacon, she swallowed hard and said, "Give me some."

Roy just kept accelerating without giving anything.

Biscuit glared at him and said urgently, "Please, I'm the one who paid."

The girl silently added to herself, "Anyway, Wing paid for all of Roy's food, drinks, and entertainment this trip... but isn't my apprentice's money also my money?"

That makes perfect sense.

"I don't care about you..." Roy didn't even bother to reply, gulping down the last bite of toast, smoothing it with milk, before glancing at her, pulling out a tissue, and slowly wiping his mouth, saying, "So, what is it?"

Biscuit pouted angrily. "Can't I talk to you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Cannot."

"..."

Biscuit started tearing off her clothes...