"Ha, haha..." Tojo forced a laugh. "A spar? That was just a joke. Hijikata-sama—no, Hijikata-dono's strength is plain for all to see. I—I merely wanted to use the spar as an excuse to seek your guidance. But your mayonnaise cultivation..."
"Hm?" It had been bad enough not to mention mayonnaise, but the moment it was brought up, Hijikata grew even more depressed. God knew how long he had queued to buy that premium mayonnaise. He had originally planned to bathe and change, then light incense and offer a prayer before enjoying it. Who would have thought he would run into someone with no martial ethics!
Damn it, why couldn't he control this hand of his? If not for that instinctive conditioned reflex, his premium mayonnaise would not have so easily...
"!!!" Tojo was instantly alarmed by that dissatisfaction. "W-what I mean is, Hijikata-dono's mastery of cultivation has already benefited me immensely. There is no need for a spar, is there?" If Tojo had been brimming with confidence at first, then who was he?
Did they know what it meant to take on five opponents alone at the Gyokuryu Banner? But when the enraged Hijikata grabbed him by the neck as though he were a chick, he understood. Did they know what it meant to be caught one-handed by someone who could take on five at the Gyokuryu Banner?
If that were all, it would have been fine. The key was that look in the man's eyes—that fucking look, as though he were looking at food. The gap between them was no longer a matter of who was stronger. It was a gap in the food chain!
Why the hell would he keep fighting?! Whoever wanted the Shinomiya Family's money could earn it. He was done competing with a hentai like