Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1050: Chapter 813: Reunion (Part 2)

Smile.

She said, "Nice to see you again, Yamada-kun."

Wood Cottage’s expression stiffened, slowly turned his head, and examined the Teenage Girl dressed in long clothes, along with her curious demeanor.

His eye twitched wildly.

Just like a Little Cat being targeted by a Predator.

Frozen in place.

"Hm?" The newcomer asked perplexedly, "Why are you not speaking?"

"Sorry, my name is Huai..."

He coughed, trying to move slightly to the side in an attempt to seek help, yet Yuan Yuan displayed an amusement-like expression, instead picking up her teacup.

Wood Cottage was thoroughly numb, could only force a smile: "Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else?"

"Really?"

The Teenage Girl seemed confused, raised her hand, and pointed to the corner of the package sticking out of his pocket: "But the cigarette box is exactly the same."

"Ah, this..."

Wood Cottage’s expression stiffened, sweat pouring. He just realized the box in his pocket was still the same one from yesterday.

"Cough, cough, this proves it’s very popular in your country."

"The taste hasn’t changed, but your expression is different from yesterday’s confident demeanor."

The Teenage Girl studied his appearance, half-smiling: "But speaking of which, since I helped you out, shouldn’t you thank me?"

"...Then thank you."

Wood Cottage squeezed out a smile with difficulty: "Anything else?"

Therefore, the girl’s smile grew more joyful.

"Well... nothing else, goodbye!"

She thought for a moment, suddenly stood up.

Leaving Wood Cottage in a daze.

He was prepared to counter, but the opponent suddenly turned and left, giving him a sense of defeat without a move...

"Goodbye, Yamada-kun under the bridge." The Teenage Girl turned and smiled, softly bidding farewell: "From the front view, it’s quite nice, next time let’s hang out together if there’s time."

With that, she turned, going back behind the curtain.

Wood Cottage followed with his gaze until his neck could bear no more weight, in the prolonged silence, he seemed to finally understand, slowly turning his head to look at the complex expressions.

"Who is she?"

Thus, those stares grew more somber.

.

Damn, that idiot Jiangkou.

In the upper seats, the attending Dojo director Sheng Lai couldn’t help but curse internally: when that incompetent fool made guarantees, he looked so confident, but now a wild girl merely stood out a bit and he revealed his true colors immediately...

Feeling the cold gaze from the top, his expression stiffened for a moment, then angrily clenched his fist under the table.

The Second Young Master was getting impatient.

No matter what, they must retaliate for the accident during the previous Sword Hunting.

Otherwise, the Second Young Master presiding over this Sword Hunting would lose authority... If there’s a misstep in the competition for the Dojo’s next Museum Owner, those of them who took sides early would not fare well.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh.

After all, he was too hasty...

Should’ve waited longer, waited a bit more.

Unfortunately, the circumstances were beyond control.

In that moment of resolution, he suddenly raised his hand and clapped, the crisp sound carried a murderous aura spreading swiftly, instantly causing countless minor noises to dissipate, even the distant geisha’s coordinated dance froze abruptly.

At once, attracting everyone’s attention.

"Too weak, such daughterly posture is intolerably unsightly!"

Sheng Lai cast a cold glance at the performance above, dissatisfiedly commented: "Just because they keep watching these weak dances and songs, the spirit is worn away, each generation worse than the last."

"Hey, Sheng Lai, that’s too much."

A colleague watching happily looked over, not understanding what happened, still tried to mediate: "Combining work and rest is the way of progress, the kids worked hard for so long, relaxing with some drinks isn’t a big deal, add more practice tomorrow then."

Sheng Lai snorted coldly, "Have you all forgotten the teachings of His Excellency, the Sword Saint!"

While speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the scroll hanging at the top, featuring the bold characters [Resident Battle Array] in dramatic ink strokes!

That was precisely the casual handwriting of the Sword Saint, meaning that Samurai should always be ready to head to the battlefield and thus must practice diligently and never be lax.

"If you all want to see a performance, why not watch my performance then!"

Sheng Lai slowly stood up, removed the cumbersome haori from his upper body, drew a section of rope from his sleeve, and tied up his long sleeves on his body. Then, pressing the Long Knife at his waist, stood among the seats, declaring boldly: "What could suit a Samurai’s performance better than a sword match test!"

"Hey, Sheng Lai, know when to stop!"

"Shut up, Sato, it’s because of folks like you, softened by the romantic world, that the Dojo suffered such a disgrace!"

Sheng Lai angrily accused, making Sato falter without words, in the end raising his sleeve to cover his face in grievance.

Momentarily, that indignant, steadfast aura elicited cheers from countless disciples.

"Oh my, things don’t look good, Huai Shi bro."

In the silence, the Great Tengu, with drunken eyes, laughed heartily while patting his knee: "See, trouble is coming!"

"You’re not going to intervene?" Huai Shi chuckled bitterly: "I’ve been offering plenty of drinks all day."

"Ahahaha, we Tengu never mind chaos, the buzz of alcohol calls for lively revelry!" The Great Tengu grinned, "Besides, this is a Dojo, our old faces aren’t worth much here."

Huai Shi sighed.

Soon after, he noticed Sheng Lai’s gaze directing his way.

The Samurai stood upright, glaring at Huai Shi: "I request your guidance, Mr. Huai Shi!"

"With so many experts in the Dojo, why ask only me, a classical music teacher, for instruction?" Huai Shi shrugged: "Do you want to learn the cello too?"

Sheng Lai widened his eyes to question fiercely, "Are you afraid then?"

"I’m still recovering from an injury, sorry I can’t oblige."

Huai Shi’s words left Sheng Lai stunned, but he couldn’t help but feel relieved inside, he’d been prepared to escalate and create an uproar, but didn’t expect to make the King of Tanbo back down so effortlessly.

However, immediately, Huai Shi picked up the Great Tengu’s wine jug, poured a drink while saying, "Besides, I’d feel bad bullying a junior."

While speaking, he disregarded the opponent’s age over forty, yet with a genuine tone, unexpectedly none felt it odd.

Then he continued: "Since you insist on seeking guidance, I’ll let my most unworthy disciple exchange a few moves with you..."

Saying this, Huai Shi lifted his eyes, looking below.

At that moment, Wood Cottage’s calves began twitching madly, instinctively wanting to hide under the table.

But it was too late.

"Come up, Little Nineteen."

Huai Shi smiled as he instructed, his gaze full of anticipation.

Just like a trainer releasing a Poké Ball, exceptionally joyful.

—Use Drummer on him, Pikachu!