Chapter 87: The Four-Sword Swordsman in Namimori Town...?
"Don't you need to go to the dojo to practice swordsmanship?"
Fushimi Kyoji looked at Yamamoto Takeshi who was half-crouching and feeding the cat and asked.
"Well, does Fushimi have any ambition to become a Sword Emperor?" Yamamoto Takeshi was concentrating on pouring out cat food without even raising his head. All that could be heard was his calm and relaxed voice.
"Just treat it as a hobby, there's no need for such rigorous and intensive training."
Players get it.
Small tricks that game manufacturers use to reduce the boredom of repetitive tasks.
If I ask for practice now, the other party probably won't refuse.
"Purple..." The cat rubbed against Yamamoto Takeshi's hand without even looking at the cat food on the ground.
Yamamoto Takeshi stroked the cat's fur with his hands, making it purr in comfort.
Fushimi Kyoji also squatted down like him.
It was a kitten with bright fur, a rare leopard-like pattern on its back. Beneath its symmetrically erect ears burned the red flame of death, and its gem-like red eyes flashed with a clever and cunning look.
There is hardly anyone who sees it and doesn't feel a liking for it.
"It's the cat raised by Gokudera." Yamamoto Takeshi scratched its chin, and the cat squinted its eyes affectionately.
Even so...
But he is very close to Yamamoto Takeshi.
Judging from the current situation, no one would find it strange if it was his cat.
"Ah, do you want to touch it?" Yamamoto Takeshi graciously made room for the player, motioning for her to come closer. "Melons are always friendly to most people, no problem."
melon?
A cat that looks very smart is actually given such a name.
If you think about Hayato Gokudera's attitude towards other people, calling Rambo a "stupid cow" and calling Yamamoto Takeshi a "baseball idiot", it doesn't seem strange at all.
Seeing Yamamoto Takeshi stand up, the kitten finally lowered its head and started eating cat food.
Even if the player reaches out his hand, it won't react.
He placed his hands on the top of his head and shook his ears a few times, but still did not raise his head.
Plush feel.
After touching it a few times, the player withdrew his hand.
Yamamoto Takeshi was still standing there, not urging her, choosing to watch her movements quietly.
Fushimi Kyoji blinked. Looking from the bottom up, he could see many details that he had not noticed before - the uniform jacket on Yamamoto Takeshi was spread out to both sides, and the area near the collar where the buttons should be sewn was empty.
Players who were paying attention to other people's clothes for the first time stared at the place where the button was obviously missing.
"Hmm...?" Yamamoto Takeshi let out a short, doubtful sound from his nose.
Noticing where the player's gaze was focused, Yamamoto Takeshi readily admitted that he did it on purpose: "This way, I won't be asked about it on graduation day."
He took his hand out of his school uniform pocket and opened it towards the player, revealing a button intact in his palm.
Don’t want to be asked about the whereabouts of the button, so do you choose to take it off?
A very considerate and direct way of rejection.
While Fushimi Kyoji was staring at Yamamoto Takeshi's hand in a daze, the gaze on the face that was absent-minded for some reason was also focused on her.
"*【Perception】: ? +15 (Usually, you can trust your intuition)"
"* (The eyes that were always filled with curiosity and inquiry once again gazed upon you. Fortunately, there was still no malice in them...)"
"(The gaze of the man before you falls on you, lingering on the collar of your uniform. Please have more faith in the young man's character. I bet he will look away in a few seconds.)"
Following his [Perception], the player caught a glimpse of thought that briefly appeared in those brown eyes.
What is he looking at?
ah.
Fushimi Kyoji blinked.
Because the school uniform is made of Len's Death Flame, it is not equipped with replacement buttons like the school uniforms issued by the school.
Even if you give the button to Sawada Tsunayoshi, it will not refresh automatically.
Now it can be said that the player’s situation is the same as Yamamoto Takeshi’s.
"If you don't mind," Yamamoto Takeshi said in a voice that couldn't be more natural, and the button was handed to him, "Use this."
"Thank you, I will remember your kindness to me." Player.
As if amused by the serious tone, Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes curved noticeably. "Well, it doesn't feel right to throw it away. Perhaps I should be the one to thank you for your help."
Is this the trouble that popular people have? Fushimi Kyoji couldn't help but think.
The unconscious sigh seemed to attract the attention of the person involved.
He looked at her with a somewhat inquiring and indescribable interest in his eyes, and he didn't hide his curiosity.
Huh? I suddenly feel like I'm being watched...
Yamamoto Takeshi hummed, "I just didn't expect Fushimi to say that."
"After all, I think you're quite interesting, Fushimi!"
"It appeared!" Fushimi Kyoji excitedly clenched his fist, "Only popular people would say that."
Seeing oneself as the subject and observing and evaluating other things is a trait that is rarely seen in those who are ignored.
"Hahaha, I actually received such a comment." Yamamoto Takeshi didn't seem offended at all, but seemed to be thinking about it. "So, Fushimi also meets the criteria. He always observes us quietly and silently."
"That's just curiosity, right? Oh, how come Yamamoto-san knew I was observing you?"
"Maybe it's because..." He pretended to think, but soon lost his serious expression and answered with a smile that was quite in line with the campus's popular king, "Because I've also been secretly keeping an eye on Fushimi?"
"Hmm...it always feels scary."
If someone else said this, the effect might be completely different.
It is actually hard to feel any real resentment when Yamamoto Takeshi admits it so frankly and directly in such a straightforward tone.
"Hahaha, really? You can't tell from your expression." Yamamoto Takeshi touched the back of his head with one hand, looking as natural as ever.
The player wanted to say something, but saw Yamamoto Takeshi's gaze casually pausing at a certain spot, and his cheerful expression slightly restrained.
When he has a completely blank expression, his demeanor unconsciously displays a sense of distance and coldness.
"...Well, I saw someone I know."
Fushimi Kyoki noticed that Yamamoto Takeshi's choice of words was very intriguing.
Not a friend, or an ally, but an acquaintance.
Fushimi Kyoji also looked over and saw a tall and silent figure standing not far away.
The man was wearing combat uniform and had black hair that reached his ears. He appeared there like a ghost without anyone knowing when.
When I couldn't find him, it was like the mist that appeared and disappeared, and I couldn't detect his existence.
When they noticed him, they could no longer easily ignore the chaotic aura released by the other party, which brought them the unspeakable pressure.
Perhaps noticing the gazes coming from this side, he stopped and turned sideways to look in their direction—or to be more precise, at Yamamoto Takeshi.
"who is he?"
The smile on Yamamoto Takeshi's face completely disappeared, and he replied in a deep voice: "Phantom Knight."
...Is that the name of a flower?
The players' laxity clearly hadn't affected Yamamoto Takeshi. He put on a rare serious expression and introduced Fushimi Kyoki to him, "He's quite accomplished in swordsmanship, and he's also a renowned illusionist."
Yamamoto Takeshi seemed to be reminiscing, perhaps unaware that when he wasn't deliberately maintaining an expression, the sharpness of his features would clearly show through. "He was also the strongest Four-Sword Style swordsman I've ever fought."
"Do you want to run?" This time it was Fushimi Kyoji who asked.
The last time I faced XANXUS, I still remember it vividly.
Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes widened slightly at the player's words, and a smile returned to his face. "Don't worry, the Phantom Knight is safe for now."
He was inexplicably certain about this.
"Hey - Yamamoto!" A student wearing the Namimori school uniform called him loudly while holding a baseball glove.
"Oh, right away!" He responded, his bright smile involuntarily appearing on his face as he faced the player. Yamamoto Takeshi invited, "Want to watch the school baseball game? I'll be playing too."
ah.
Fushimi Kyoji looked at Yamamoto Takeshi who smiled and invited her to watch baseball.
Favorability plot.
He looked at the Phantom Knight standing there in embarrassment.
New character.
…………
…
“…”
Was stopped.
The Phantom Knight glanced at the player in front of him, his upturned eyes beneath his long eyebrows revealing indifference.
Different from the cold and aloof head of the Discipline Committee whom the player had met before, the Phantom Knight gave people a feeling closer to - dead silence.
It was as if the person standing in front of me was just an empty shell, with the soul inside it having been extinguished.
Even if I tentatively call out the other person's name, I won't get any response.
The only way to tell is that the other party didn't choose to turn around and leave is that he's probably waiting for the player's next move.
Fushimi Kyoji hesitated between "Yamamoto Takeshi" and "Swordsman" as the topic to start with.
"I heard you are a very strong four-sword swordsman."
This time, he finally gave the player a look.
His pupils slightly shifted as his gaze fell on her face.
yes!
After receiving feedback from the Phantom Knight, Fushimi Kyoji completely relaxed.
"Are you...ridiculing me?" His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"Huh?"
Not understanding why the other party would associate it with sarcasm, Fushimi Kyoji shook his head: "I'm just curious about something."
"You are a swordsman."
He stared intently into the Phantom Knight's eyes and asked in confusion.
"Why didn't I see your knife?"
His eyes glanced at the other person's waist in confusion.
Is it covered by the clothes?
Ugh! I really want to see the Four Swords Style...
“…”
The expressionless face of the Phantom Knight seemed to shatter, revealing the astonishment underneath. His hand reflexively reached for his waist a beat late.
"-Hey! What do you want to do to this guy, you bastard!" A loud shout came from a distance.
The next second, Hayato Gokudera used inertia to stand between the two of them, glaring at the Phantom Knight.
"Gokudera-san?"
Fushimi Kyoki poked Gokudera Hayato who hurriedly stood in front of her, pointing to the place where he and Yamamoto Takeshi had just fed the cat.
"Are you looking for the melon? It's over there."
Hayato Gokudera was so angry at the guy's thinking that his teeth were itching. Does this guy know what kind of dangerous person he is facing?
"Leave it alone for now."
As they got closer, Hayato Gokudera could see clearly that the Phantom Knight was not wearing any weapons, but he still did not let his guard down and kept a close eye on the other party's every move.
Under Hayato Gokudera's defensive and hostile gaze, the Phantom Knight took a step forward.
The proud swordsman didn't lower his head, but looked down at the player with a cold and indifferent expression. He didn't even look at Hayato Gokudera, but only at the player:
"Next time we meet, I will bring my sword, as a swordsman."
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