Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Hey! Ha!"

Shimoshima Taro waved the tachi in his hand, each sword with a terrifying aura, using a real sword, not a sojin stick.

With each swipe movement, the sweat on his body was swept out.

It's not like sweating like this, I can't vent the depression of Shiroshima Taro.

"Taro, I said, enough, don't accidentally hit yourself." Shimoshima Tomomi looked at her brother worriedly.

When I woke up in the morning, my younger brother was standing in the dojo swinging the sword. The sword was still a real sword.

I didn't expect that it was already afternoon and I was still standing there waving non-stop.

I read the news last night that my brother was like this after the inheritance of the Nara Sword. Obviously, he was greatly stimulated.

If only I could put my attachment to swordsmanship elsewhere.

Like her Shimoshima Tomomi, now she is focusing all her energy on making money. It is not a dream to be rich and rich.

After the inheritance ceremony on the 15th, the business will definitely usher in a new round of growth, and it will be good news for all gymnasiums in the country to be able to appear extraordinary in kendo.

However, there are still hidden dangers. If the person who inherits the magic sword is a famous swordsman, then his family's dojo will definitely dominate the market.

It is not uncommon for a single family to crush other small peers. In short, the situation is not optimistic. When everything is on the 15th, we will know where the sacred sword has been inherited.

It's a pity that the eldest sister is too strict and does not disclose any news at all, and her own dojo doesn't know how to support it.

Thinking about the business in this way, Tomomi watched Taro wave for another half an hour and finally lay on the ground like a dead fish.

Inhaling more and exhaling less, breathing rapidly, and the fierce ups and downs of the chest, it is very scary.

"Taro! Don't force yourself so hard."

Tomomi is not like the eldest sister who can speak out the persuasive words of the middle two, and the words of Kenshin and Jianyi are very convincing from the mouth of the eldest sister.

But Tomomi's three-legged cat's swordsmanship level, let's not say that kind of beautiful words.

No one believed it.

I can't even be ashamed to say it.

"Second sister, am I really not talented?"

"It doesn't count... Very, let's talk about it, the inheritance of the divine sword is very difficult to hear, didn't you see that even Qingmei didn't go."

Shimoshima Taro felt a little more relieved when he thought that even the eldest sister was not selected, although I felt sorry for the eldest sister...

However, it is still comfortable in an instant!

"Let's go, it's fine tonight, second sister, I'll take you to eat a delicious meal!"

"Definitely rejuvenated and filled with confidence!"

Involuntarily, Tomomi Shimoshima pulled her younger brother into the car, despite Taro's exhaustion, but if she wanted to resist, the second sister couldn't hold her back.

Tomomi’s car was still a small car he bought with a loan. Although the dojo made a lot of money, all the tuition fees he received before the first batch of students graduated can’t be said to be safe.

This is the problem of the education industry. Until a teaching cycle is over, the money received is just an unsafe mirror.

Taking my younger brother to eat in Adachi Ward would not relieve Tomomi's own pressure.

Slowly driving all the way to Adachi District, Shimoshima Taro was also a little puzzled.

"Second sister, is the place so far away?"

"Food is not afraid of distance, you will be full of energy after eating the food in that store!"

Others don't know, Shimoshima Tomomi promises that she will be full of energy!

"Adachi."

Taro remembered that Seishanda also lived in Adachi Ward, but he hadn't contacted Seishanda since he was cleanly defeated last time.

Hey, what about Linghe Juggernaut, even the old man can't beat him, Qing Shanda must also think that his strength is too weak.

The man named Mizuno, Shimoshima Taro will never forget the name.

The age is similar to himself, but the level of one-handed swordsmanship is too much higher than that of himself, and it may be a little worse than the eldest sister.

Why is there such a big gap between people, Taro, you should have understood your level since you lost in front of that Mizuno.

Even people of his age can't beat him. There must be many people in the world who have been immersed in kendo for many years, far exceeding the existence of Mizuno.

How could such a self become Linghe Sword Saint? Is it time to recognize the reality?

After stopping the car, Taro opened the door and got out of the car, but Tomomi sat in the car and didn't move.

She was sitting in her seat, taking out her cosmetic items from her bag and applying her makeup.

"No problem, today's makeup is great!"

After tossing for four or five minutes, Tomomi stopped and saw her brother who was standing outside waiting for a long time, her old face was slightly red.

After coughing, Tomomi pretended to be calm and said seriously: "Let's go, the ramen here is very delicious."

She is doing this for her brother's good, so that her brother can get to know better people, and stop autistic in your own mind.

Yes, that's it.

Gently opening the curtain of the store, Tomomi Shimoshima looked inside with a big smile.

Today's she is not the same as before, half a successful person! ——Tomomi punched herself heavily.

Wait, what kind of ramen should I order in front of Mizuno-kun? What should the opening line be?

"Hey! People!"

wrong!

How could such a big ramen maker disappear!

But the layout of the store is not wrong, it is still the same.

"Guest, do you have anything to do with Mizuno?" A middle school girl with the same capable temperament as the eldest sister walked in: "I'm sorry, Mizuno asked for leave this afternoon."

Stared at by Sada Mayi's eyes, Shimoshima Tomomi, an adult, actually felt intimidated.

Heck.

Where is the caregiver's cat?

...

Heck.

Seeing the restless soul in his hand, Mizuno hesitated.

'Where is this! let me out! ’

I don't know if there was too much chakra injected, and Shi Long Dadou's soul woke up without warning.

Closing the curtains, Mizuno put the Soul Amber on the table.

"Do you know who you are?"

'Stone Dragon Fight! ’

Shi Long Dadou, who was shrinking in the gang, said seriously.

"Tsk."

The soul seems to be fine~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and knows who it is.

Mizuno doesn't like this kind of restless soul, so how can he do research like this? Besides, Shilong has also seen his own appearance, and his wisdom is not low. He is not as easy to deceive as animal psychic beasts.

In order to hide his identity, Mizuno was wearing several layers of vests and talking before the humans 'off the assembly line'.

'My name is Shilong Dadou, the first swordsman of all time! ’

'Zeng only killed the dragon with a sword and suppressed countless monsters! ’

'Overwhelming thousands of arrogances of the same generation, the Onmyoji and the Great Demon were all defeated by a single sword! ’

'One leaf boat crosses the sea to the west...'

Hearing Shi Long Dadou's impassioned voice, Mizuno's expression became more and more strange.

Is this guy proficient in Chinese? Have you read those web novels?

"Yes, you were the sword saint of the peerless Tianjiao during your lifetime."