Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

"When did you first realize that I was not a maid?"

"Hey~ are you curious?"

In the room, there was no trace of tension on the faces of the two girls facing each other. Sakura Yabuki, who had a poker face and no emotion, was the first to break the deadlock and nodded gently.

"Well, to be honest, I am quite confident in my performance."

It was indeed true. The calm atmosphere didn't make sense without having been specially trained. Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't see through the opponent's disguise at once.

but

"For some special reasons, I am a more cautious person."

After all, he would have died long ago if he was not careful - Fujimaru Ritsuka complained in his mind.

and

"Furthermore, Mr. Crow and Mr. Yasha have been looking at me up and down since I walked in, but such a beautiful sister like you only glanced at me when I walked in, and then consciously avoided looking at me.

It's too strange, both in terms of identity and personality, so I guess you guys are in the same group. The reason why you don't want to look at her is to avoid me noticing the relationship between you, right? "

Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly.

Hearing this, Yabuki Sakura understood.

Hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng was surprised.

Hearing this, the two corpses that were undulating on the ground bounced slightly, and then fell completely silent.

The atmosphere in the room paused for a moment, and Yuan Zhisheng expressionlessly removed his hand from the handle of the knife, leaned on the table, and then covered his face with a sigh.

It was his order not to look at Yabuki Sakura, and the purpose was the same as Fujimaru Ritsuka said, but he didn't expect that these two people could look at a junior high school girl for a long time.

Yuan Zhisheng's posture at this moment was like a silent apology.

Red bean paste private Marseille. My people are so embarrassed, really red bean paste private Marseille!

Yabuki Sakura, Yasha, and Crow are the team members of Mr. Minamoto Chiaki, the director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Mixed Race Branch.

Maybe it’s because he’s been the director for less than a year, or maybe it’s because he’s too young and energetic, and his team is in a mess, basically cobbled together, but it’s not a big problem, at least they have a pretty good division of labor. clearly.

Minamoto is responsible for fighting, and Yabuki Sakura is responsible for fighting, internal adjustment, intelligence acquisition, coordination, housekeeping, balancing the male-female ratio, and improving the appearance of the group.

Crow and Yaksha are responsible for setting off their wisdom and martial arts, occasionally. Very occasionally C.

There is no doubt that this is the golden triangle.

And having said that, although the work Sakura Yabuki is responsible for is a little redundant, it is undeniable that she has always done a good job.

Even now——

The subordinates' dereliction of duty will be rectified by the subordinates. The majesty of the Sheqi Hachi family is at stake. At this moment, Yabuki Sakura will definitely help the building collapse!

It's always been like this.

This is how it should be, or rather, it can only be like this!

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes suddenly solidified. He raised his head and met the eyes of Secretary Sheng Xing, who had a clear understanding.

Sakura nodded her head lightly and smiled peacefully, and the young female assistant's mask also fell off.

White light suddenly appeared, and a sharp dagger suddenly appeared on the side of Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, appearing out of thin air, like a ghost! When she subconsciously looked over there, she discovered that almost at the same time, a hair-raising wind came from the other side of her.

The white daggers in the field of vision kept approaching, and Fujimaru Ritsuka reacted almost instinctively.

Without hesitation, he pulled Yabuki Sakura's wrist towards him, which had not been let go just now, causing the latter to lose his balance. At the same time, he bent down on his waist, touched the ground with his free palm and pushed back, quickly moving towards the wine table. Pulled away.

"Oh oh oh so dangerous!"

Her reaction was quick, but she didn't expect that Yabuki Sakura's response was also extremely quick.

The blue and white kimono was taken off at some point and was thrown into the air, completely blocking Fujimaru Ritsuka's sight. At the same time, two daggers also penetrated through. Unable to determine the direction, he could only dodge to the side. The dagger almost flew past Fujimaru Ritsuka's slender waist.

The poor innocent kimono fell to the ground, and Yabuki Sakura also revealed her figure hidden under the beautiful kimono.

Fujimaru Ritsuka inexplicably smelled the slightly cold plum blossom-like fragrance, and then she looked at the black fabric that was close to Yabuki Sakura's body, with metal blades inserted all over it.

Now it doesn’t look like a flower, it looks like a black spider, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought.

There was no chance for a truce this time. The female assassin in black attire quickly approached like a shadow, reaching out with her hands. Every blow seemed not to be aimed at subduing Ritsuka Fujimaru, but more like an intention to make her suffer.

The strong wind blew by, and the maple red hair was fluttering in the air. Yabuki Sakura whipped her leg again, almost grazing her cheek, and there was a burning tingling sensation on her skin.

The space in this room is not large, and it would be difficult to perform many gorgeous and complicated moves. However, Yabuki Sakura's body seems to be particularly flexible. She can even put one hand on the ground and kick her legs straight up into the sky. And out.

In order to avoid being caught by the legs, several sharp blades will be shot out from nowhere, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka's body weak.

The fierce wind roared continuously, and Sakura's attacks were sharp and effective, never cumbersome. Coupled with her black close-fitting combat uniform and slender and flexible body, her attacks never stopped like a tide, as if an obsidian spider was in this small room. Covered with cobwebs, they bully and ravage their prey.

"As expected of Miss Sakura."

Yasha was lying on the ground with half of his face still pressed against the tatami, peeping at the battlefield and muttering softly.

"Nonsense, that's Miss Sakura."

Crow Qing Mimi, who was also lying on the ground next to him, held his eyes with his hands and responded simply.

To be honest, as mentioned above, although Crow and Yasha are both named as forward strategists in this team, in terms of their fighting skills, they may not be able to reach Miss Sakura's ponytail if they are tied together.

He is a killer by background and a minor in ninja training, who dares to try this!

Above the two of them, Yuan Zhisheng looked down at the back of his head with indifferent eyes, silent.

But then again, when he turned his attention back to the two girls fighting, he unexpectedly showed a solemn look, his brows furrowed, and he didn't seem as relieved as the other two.

——————

Lifting his shoulders and arms to open Sakura's slender thighs, Fujimaru Ritsuka took a step back lightly.

Seeing this, Yabuki Sakura stopped pressing. She retracted her offensive and praised while looking for flaws.

"The movements are very clean. In addition to fitness, have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"I have practiced calligraphy and piano."

?

Looking at Yabuki Sakura's confused expression, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to herself that she was indeed not lying. She had really practiced these two skills in her life. Learning these art-related skills was originally intended to be useful when interacting with heroic spirits in the future.

As for martial arts.

It seems that I haven’t met anyone in this world who can teach me in this life.

"If I have to say, I have learned some ancient Greek fighting, ancient Roman boxing, and Bajiquan and so on."

Referring to Pankrasim, Jacob's siblings and the like.

Fujimaru Ritsuka made a gesture with his thumb and index finger, describing that he had only learned a little. In fact, he had also taken ninja courses, which were experience classes taught by heroic spirits from his hometown. However, because it took too long to train, he had only learned the basics of it.

"In that case, do you want to try to attack this time?"

Yabuki Sakura didn't hesitate and just suggested softly.

"Um?"

Seeing the surprised look on the girl's face, Yabuki Sakura explained with a smile.

"You have been dodging or defending since just now, right? There are many opportunities to pursue the victory but you don't choose to attack. Is there any deep meaning in that? Or are you simply looking down on your opponent?"

The half-clenched fist trembled upon hearing the words, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes blinked, somewhat surprised by the content of the words.

Only then did she realize her violation.

Why not attack?

Why bother asking? Of course it’s because the people who trained her before didn’t give her a chance to fight back!

If you can dodge a move, it's considered a success. If you can defend yourself, open the champagne. Don't even think about counterattacks. It will only increase your worries.

But it's different now.

This unique point is different from the previous ones. It is very likely that I will not be able to stay out of the battle.

Although I’m not used to it, it’s okay.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's unremitting efforts over the past ten years, isn't it just so that he can not be held back and share the frontline work as much as possible?

Fujimaru Ritsuka's self-questioning seemed to the outside world to be a brief distraction. Yabuki Sakura had no intention of letting go of this opportunity and quickly moved forward.

But things didn't go as smoothly as she thought -

The kick aimed at the ankle was avoided, the hand knife pointed directly at the eye was dodged with the head, and the elbow was deflected by a light touch with the palm of the hand. Mingming's figure looked a little embarrassed to outsiders, and in front of him was a girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka. There was no panic in those orange pupils.

Rather, she was a little eager to give it a try.

(Active attack? Indeed, I am very different in this life. My physical limit is obviously much higher. In other words——)

Learn from the Queen of Shadow Kingdom, Chinese Martial Arts Master, Greek Sage, Iron Fist Saint and others! ,

Muscles honed over fourteen years!

Fujimaru Ritsuka is not a stepping stone!

The moment I made up my mind, something changed.

Yabuki Sakura, who was facing the girl face to face, felt this most directly. As the rhythm of the battle was inexplicably stagnant, the girl in Yabuki Sakura's field of vision blurred for an instant.

Fast, extreme speed!

Miss Sakura suddenly had the illusion that she was sitting in a sports car traveling at full speed on the highway, and someone suddenly opened the window and her head was pushed out of the car.

The hairs on her hair stood on end. Yabuki Sakura subconsciously moved her eyes but could not focus on their position no matter how hard she tried. She had no choice but to follow her instincts and experience and raise her knees to sweep out her whip legs in an attempt to push back the enemy.

However, this time Fujimaru Ritsuka did not choose to dodge, but turned his body slightly to the side and used his feet to actively bully him. In an instant, their faces were almost close to each other, and Fujimaru Ritsuka could even count the dark eyelashes on Yabuki Sakura's eyes that widened in surprise.

Sakura subconsciously threw out several sharp blades, and the white flash was controlled by the sudden wind.

According to what was said before, this seems to be the great power called the Spirit of Words.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't panic at all, and deliberately waited for the polar shadow that was galloping forward to be only half an inch away from her before casually turning her head to avoid it, leaving no time for her to control it. Immediately after taking a step forward, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his arm slightly to pick up Yabuki Sakura's slender legs and clamp them. The other hand naturally placed on Yabuki Sakura's shoulder and pressed forward.

Only one foot was left to exert force, and the balance of her upper body was also disrupted. Yabuki Sakura was forced to fall down helplessly. The vision in front of him suddenly blurred, and after a period of spinning, there was a violent impact, the wooden table shattered and a violent sting followed.

Wine bottles were smashed, expensive and fine porcelain bowls were smashed, and the long-preserved wine inside was randomly spilled on the tatami, leaving traces of filth.

At this time, what the three people watching the battle saw was such a scene.

They admired the frightened Miss Sakura who was lifted up by one of her slender legs by another beautiful girl. The plump body wrapped in the dark tights was close to the girl's chest. The legs were carried all the way to the shoulders, hanging down weakly and naturally.

The girl's hand that was originally on Miss Sakura's shoulder has been moved away and placed on the side of her face, like a different kind of Bi Dong, looking down at the loser from a high position.

Food, wine, fish, and the originally delicate meals were affected by the battle, and now they are stuck to Miss Ying's body in a mess. The fish is slowly sliding along the enchanting curves because of the oil it contains, like a different kind of appearance. Meal form.

The dark and beautiful long hair was spread out and wet with wine, like a hibiscus. The willow eyebrows wrinkled in pain had a kind of downcast and incomplete beauty. The hair adhered to Miss Ying's white skin and connected to her pursed lips. The corners of her mouth are as charming as wanting to resist.

At this moment, this scene naturally angered several elites from the Sheqi Eight Family!

The eight Sheqi families are angry!

Yasha was the first to react. His rough and arrogant face was instantly full of ferocity, with one part of lion-like fury mixed with nine parts of ecstasy. He struggled to get up, his twisted smile wrinkled together, and his eyes turned. , pointed at Yuan Zhisheng and shouted loudly.

"The husband is currently committing the crime!! The husband is currently committing the crime!!"

Crow was the second to react. His face was gloomy, like a falcon preparing to kill its prey. He raised his upper body with both arms. He pointed at the katana on Yuan Zhisheng's waist from another direction and spoke equally loudly. Respond.

"The king bears the sword! The king bears the sword!!"

Amid the commotion, the instigator was not to be outdone. She exhaled easily, raised her eyes and asked sarcastically.

"Boss! What should I say this time? Did you pass the interview?"

Yuan Zhi was silent, just looked around and sighed.

This scene is like an evil ghost coming out of its cage, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, or like a drawing of hell.

The guardians on the left and right are shouting loudly, the little thief in front of him is smiling playfully, the steady and reliable secretary is pinned down by the thief and unable to move, the voices coming from all directions are so harsh, and the mature man in the center of the picture has an expressionless face.

He was no longer reserved, raised his hand, and lit the cigarette tremblingly.

The white smoke surrounded the man's lungs, but it could not burn and rot his life as quickly as he imagined, so he just blew out the smoke ring calmly, with a calm expression and a hoarse voice.

".You, 100% perfect."