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[Vol.1] Chapter 4: Martial Arts Class



「Alrighty then, Slava, Shido, are you two ready?」

「Yes.」

「Yes!」

An early afternoon at the Arufareia academy.

It had been a few days since Alma came here to teach.

In the sturdily built auditorium, my classmate and I were facing each other.

It was for the newly established martial art class. As part of the lesson, we carried out practice match-ups.

Although I did question the choice of selecting the auditorium as the place for practice–but since they chose it, it can only mean that they have confidence in having nothing be broken by our activities.

Fumu. Even though it was for practice, I got to face off against someone whom I haven’t seen in a long time. The young boy’s name was Shido Oldham.

Many times he declared he would leave the Elf country to become an adventurer and make a name for himself. He was someone who harbored huge ambition.

He had short green hair, sharp eyes, and very aggressive looks.

I won’t say that he behaved well everyday, but I did not dislike him.

「Hehe, I’m not going to lose to a loner who only reads books!」

He sure did lack many things. His foul mouth and sleeping during lessons were two of his bad points.

Both of us each had our own goal to strive for and we put all of our effort into realizing it, especially in martial art class. We were both happy and eager to get started.

Not to get ahead of myself by saying that but this practice match was meant to help us strengthen our bodies, and it will definitely help us get closer to our goals.

For better or worse, his desire was what true from the bottom of his heart.

「Okay! Remember what I just taught you, always keep your guard up and fight fairly!

Get into your fighting stances!」

Do not strike with full power.

Aiming for vital organs is prohibited.

Stop attacking immediately if you feel that either of you is in danger.

These were the three rules Alma set in place to avoid accidents.

Though I’m not sure if the twelve-year-old could comprehend what the rules were, but if things were to get out of hand, Alma would instantly interfere.

If she has to, Alma will intervene. But if not, she will observe without disrupting the fight.

「Here I go, Slava!」

「Alright… Just give me your best shot.」

A troublemaker—but unexpectedly entertaining. I just love his personality.

I got into my stance. Although it was not nearly as solid as I wanted it to be, it was still a solid one.

I’ve practiced stances tens of thousands of times. Since Alma was teaching just now, I didn’t think that it would be a big deal, thus I picked the Shijima style’s most basic stance.

This stance was in fact the most well-rounded stance my great master, Iwao Shijima, thought out.

When I was studying under my great master, he taught me the forms of the Shijima martial arts which branched into numerous forms from this one stance. The stance I picked was essentially the most basic stance of all martial arts.

Taking this stance brings back a lot of memories within me. I really wished that I could meet my old friends again, and smiled.

As for Shido, he picked the same stance I did. However, since he could not grasp the full concept of the stance and was just copying my stance, he could not bring out its ‘true form’.

It was the same with each of my disciples copying me. Those were pleasant memories. My playmate was someone who did not understand even a little bit of martial arts, thus this match up would prove to be beneficial to him if he learned something.

Well, Alma only gave the ready signal and never said start…

I waited for the starting signal, but Alma never did say it.

When I turned to her, about to ask questions, I saw her frozen still with her lower jaw dropped.

「Oi Sensei~ What’s the hold up? Can we start already?」

「Eh, ah, ah, excuse me. Both of you can get back into your positions again.」

It wasn’t just me who was wondering, Sid was equally puzzled as he asked. Alma’s posture returned to normal and she replied.

「That stance, it can’t be but…that was no less from being perfect?」

I got back into my stance while Shido…posture, full of mistakes in many ways, and Alma was mumbling about something on the side. Unfortunately I did not hear what she was mumbling about.

「Okay, both of you good to go?

—Begin!」

Worrying about it is useless now.

…Tsk tsk, my first opponent after so many years is a young lad. I sounded secretly to myself.

Don’t misunderstand me. It is only by observing a great martial arts master can the disciple grow. It is my utmost pleasure as a martial arts master to have the opportunity to give this young lad a chance to sprout. ⌈1

「Hiiiyah!」

Shido quickly closed the distance by charging straight at me, which was a naive mistake. What was the point of trying so hard to stay in your stance just so you can drop it all at once? He had no guard whatsoever, but it didn’t matter since he abandoned any kind of orthodox fighting stance.

–It’s fine, it’s fine. It isn’t unusual for kids to be carefree.

Since I couldn’t blame him for being simple-minded, I just let out a smile.

Even if he managed to hit me, he can’t injure me if he’s like this.

At the moment, I could probably take ten thousand of the punches he throws out, but Shido’s physical endurance would give out long before that.

Even if I was just a mere martial artist, there was no doubt that I was the ‘strongest’ in my age group.

I moved my hand, caught Shido by the arm, and redirected the power in his punch away from me.

There was some power to his punch, and an inkling of magic behind it. As my hand gripped his arm, I moved on to break his balance.

It was hardly a surprise attack on his part. He had sufficient power but the way he utilized it was shallow.

I swept his leg to take away his balance and then swung him over my shoulder. Since he roughly had the same build as me, my action caused him to flip over in mid-air.

Alma along with most of other kids were speechless. Someone was cheering and yelling something about a person flying in the air.

The idiotic Shido on the other hand wasn’t afraid one bit. Suddenly being swung in the air probably didn’t give him enough time to think of anything. ⌈2

This was the difference between martial arts and a brawl. After showing off my power, I stop the attack and instead tighten my grip to brake Sid’s descent as gently as I could.

「Eh? What….did I—just lose?」

「Hehe. Shido, didn’t Alma-sama say that martial arts wasn’t just about how much power you have but how you use it?」

While I was supporting his head to avoid head injury, Shido came to understand that he was on the ground, looking up. Looking at me, instead of feeling depressed, he just showed his usual arrogant expression and muttered.

「Unbelievable….as one would expect from an Oji-san!」

Meanwhile, some of the other kids were still cheering happily.

That was just the start of it as everyone was applauding me.

Although I treated them as noisy annoyances in the earlier years, the cheers coming from the little children was surprisingly heartwarming.

Suddenly, I felt that it was entirely correct.

When I called them little children, am I not in the same age as them?

I let out a sigh when I realized my mistake.

Right after that, I froze.

…Uuh?

Hang on a second, what did I just do?

If I’m not mistaken, I swung Shido over my shoulder.

I recalled my actions one by one.

Redirecting Shido’s punch and sweeping his foot—

As soon I finished comprehending what just happened, my face turned pale.

…I’m such an idiot!

My original plan was like this: avoid getting hit and then wait for an opportunity to trip Shido over. ⌈3

But that wasn’t what had happened.

I went ahead and used the technique called 「Tree Leaf Throw」 from the Shijima martial arts.

The idea is that the opponent was similar to the weightlessness of a tree’s leaves. Using what’s called as the centripetal force of the opponent added with your own power, you can slam the opponent’s head onto the ground. This was the basic and essential concept that every Shijima technique applied.

My body felt as if it was frozen solid. After a few awkward moments, I turned my head and looked at Alma.

「Slava….the technique you just used, where…?

No, it doesn’t matter where you learned it.

At your age, how were you able to perform it to such a degree—?」

….I’ve done it now.

What a fool I was. Even though I told myself to be careful, my eager self just came bursting out.

There were thousands of other ways I could have done it, but I just couldn’t help but do what I did—here of all places.

I did what my great master taught me. This technique was meant to be absorbed into the body so that using it was as natural as breathing and vice versa. ⌈4

It had certainly become as natural as breathing for me. Doing something so stupid instinctively, I really wanted to knock myself in the head.

I refrained from doing so, however.

It was no other than Slava Shijima, whom Alma was most familiar with, using the technique.

It was difficult to keep a straight face but I just need to get through somehow.

「Ahh, erm…my…father practice the Shijima style and…erm…

Most of the concept of ‘Tree Leaf Throw’ was taught to me since I was little…

If, if it was something a beginner at martial arts wasn’t supposed to know for this lesson, I’ll reflect on it…」

Darn, did I say too much?

I think it came out smoothly. All I did was making it ‘seems’ like I made a mistake and that I would reflect on it. ⌈5

It was fortunate that no one from my village was present. My childhood friend wasn’t here also because that kid was two years older than me, I’m the sole person from the village in this class.

It was downright a lie telling her my father did Shijima martial arts, but I needed to make it sound like I was a disciple of someone experienced with the Shijima style—-and I figured that since Shijima martial arts had been made common throughout the world, I could just…

…Well, I’ll try my best to talk my way out of Alma’s questions.

「Taught since an early age….you say?

…how old were you when you started?」

「I started when I was five. But except for being taught its concept, the technique itself was never demonstrated to me.」

「So you’re saying that you perfected it on your own…?」

「Ye, yes…」

….Oh dear, I think my acting skill had become quite splendid. I praised myself a little.

What I was trying to get at was that ‘children are able to learn martial arts through some form of discipline.’

「Hah, I’ll instruct you more from now on. As for your previous display of skill….my my, I’m impressed. This is just a normal practice so no harm done.

As for your opponent, considering that you executed your technique brilliantly, there was nothing he could have done. Don’t stop what you’re doing and keep working hard from now on.」

「In that case…」

「Ah yes, performed a flawless ‘Tree Leaf Throw.’ You’re really something.」

Alma was smiling and spoke awkwardly.

…Haaa, I avoided it, somehow.

Let this serve as a lesson to remind me to be more careful from now on.

But really, I have to find a way to adjust and hold myself back. It seems that the path to my goal has yet another obstacle. Nevertheless, I shouldn’t bring up the cover unless absolutely necessary.

I was just relieved that this crisis was over.

As Shido was finally getting a hold of himself, Alma told us to step down from the stage.

He and I gave each other a bow before stepping down. Once we did, Alma signaled the next pair to go up.

Haaa, that was really close. I have to be super careful when using martial art skills in front of that child.

I wiped my sweat thinking about the potential disaster that could happen in martial arts class.

Then, Shido, who was covered in sweat, made his way over and sat down next to me.

「Hey, I was wondering if…」

His eyes were looking down, almost as if talking to me was talking to a senior.

Although I stopped my technique just before he hit the floor, Shijima techniques were very intimidating. Holding fear after tasting one such technique wasn’t so uncommon.

「Slava, you’re incredible. What did you do to become so strong?」

The look on his face was the complete opposite to his normal self, it was so respectful that I did not expect it at all.

Fumu, what did I do to become strong, he asks.

Well I learned from memories, was what I wanted to tell him but—-even if I tell him, he was missing something more important.

「It’s simple, devote myself to train diligently everyday.

It may take a long time but with enough perseverance, you will be able to come to where I’m standing sooner or later, Shido.」

「Diligent…? Yes! I’ll start working hard everyday from now on!

Yosh, I will definitely beat you one day! Hehe. Just you wait!」

After all that happened, he was still burning with confidence. This must be youth.

Of course, being a youth myself, I let out a smile.

–Elven school, Mirafia National and General Academy Arufareia.

In the academy where elven children from all corners of the country gathered, the room where only adults were present—-the faculty office, a peerless beauty was sitting at her desk letting out a groan as she investigates. ⌈6

She was 106 years old, in spite of that, her body was that of a young elf. It was none other than the legendary martial artist whose name was a legend—Alma Shijima.

In order to find suitable candidates, boys or girls, to succeed the Shijima name, she put great amounts of effort into nurturing the young one’s potentials.

Every ten years, she would travel from school to school, and at the beginning of the next ten years interval, she had found a suitable young lad but was feeling anxious.

The list of everyone’s names was on her desk, and she opened the first page of Slava Marshall’s documents. The boy’s first name on it was the same as her master.

「…I don’t know how to take this. His look’s are basically identical to master’s.」

Master’s race was human, yet this boy, who’s an elf, has too much resemblance to my deceased master.

Beside the racial differences, lots of resemblance could be seen from this boy, Slava Marshall’s: eyes, nose, ears, and even physique.

He’s a polite boy was Alma’s first impression of Slava. But now that she had finished her first class with him, her impression of the boy had changed.

「He really resembles master but there’s no way that that’s him…why am I over thinking this?」

Alma already had the answer to her question but for some reason, she was not fully convinced.

The flawless execution of 「Tree Leaf Throw」, a skill that only mastery of the style could pull off. And that Shijima stance, everything was natural for him. He gave out the impression of master Slava.

「So many strange coincidences at once…Master, won’t you show me guidance-desu?」

Alma spoke out toward her master who was in heaven. But, an answer never returned.

However, she was determined on one thing.

There were lots of disciples. The number of talented probably numbered the stars.

However, to pass on the skills and convey her feeling for her most beloved, only one person shall receive it.

At last….I finally found the one.

Her determination blazed in her eyes. In the world where it had lost its colour, the colour now had reappeared.

「Master…I, I’ve finally found someone worthy of entrusting the future of Shijima’s masteries to-desu.」

Toward the heavens, Alma once again spoke.

Except that her master, who was supposed to be in heaven, was in fact the young boy, was without her knowledge.

As for the boy whose regards were sent towards, he sneezed and moved on with his activities at that time.



References


  1. TL: Ha! Shido is a Sproutlet. 
  2. Este’s splendid illustrations. 
  3. TL: Mission accomplished -_- 
  4. TL: breathe = using martial art 
  5. TL: Nope, he lied. 
  6. TL: Oh s—? 

[Vol.1] Chapter 3: Shijima’s Preaching



「Ahh! Alma-sama!! In person!! Are you really real!?」

「Fufu, such an energetic child. Aye, I’m real. Although I’m not certain whether or not there’s an imposter going around.」

An individual who not a single Elf would fail to recognize, the legendary Martial Artist. Since she was before us, Seria was instantly captivated.

Behaving like a girl befitting her age ⌈1⌋, she happily jumped into the embrace of Alma, who caught her without any difficulty.

As a father looking at my own child and seeing her so cheerful made me realize that she was still the little girl from my memories.

Before me, Seria was screaming loudly, her voice filled with excitement.

It continued like that for quite sometime until finally, Alma gracefully set Seria onto the ground.

Although Seria was a little reluctant to let go, she happily accepted being set down on the ground.

…Alma had always spoken in polite speech when we were together in my past life but…before my eyes is ‘Alma Shijima’ someone who’s speaking in a strong and dignified tone.

Did she become like this after I died? Or was she always like this and I simply did not notice?…My brain is starting to hurt thinking about this, maybe I’ve mistaken her with someone else.

「Now then, there are a few things I want to talk about, but first, what’s your name?」

「My name is Seria! Why is Alma-sama here in this place?」

「So, your name is Seria, it’s a good name. Well~ how is school going for you, little one~? Oh? And who’s this fellow?」

While chatting cheerfully with Seria, Alma noticed my existence.

Leaning her body down, Alma brought her face closer to take a good look at mine.

Reflected in my eyes were two familiar round pupils which gave me a nostalgic feeling.

I died while leaving her to feel unpleasantness, plus I’ve also said various ── I don’t know how to put it ── at any rate, I feel a sense of guilt from within…

At the current time, I was at a completely loss inside my head, not knowing what action to take.

It wasn’t necessary for me to reveal my identity to my very own daughter.

I was thinking that to myself, since Slava Shijima was someone whom she idolized. That said, whoever would believe me who was just an Elven child to be that person himself… it was very likely that she’ll brush it aside.

For starter, the fact that Slava Shijima had died was undeniable. The dead can never come back to life.

The memories I harbored in my mind are definitely those of Slava Shijima while being Slava Marshall at the same time.

In a way, I am just a young boy whose name is Slava Marshal who was inspired by Slava Shijima in martial arts.

—It has been thirty years since the death of Slava Shijima. She must have come to accept the undeniable truth.

The choice of revealing who I really am is not a viable option. After all, I myself had thought that it was unbelievable, and so the best option was to avoid causing trouble.

…Although I gave that much thought to it, truth be told, the ties that I had in my past life hold no significance in this life.

Though part of me does want to tell her who I was. Thinking about it, future events further down my path to become the strongest will most likely cause a lot of trouble.

For example if I was to participate in a martial art event and win, the news will spread, people will seek me out for many different reasons which will take away my time from training, just like back then, which I was fed up with.

Then if I tell Alma my identity now–thinking about it a little deeper, this child would most likely think that I’m a fake. Sure she held me in such high regards, maybe it had to do something with the words I left her with.

The final moments spent with her, she must have interpreted my words in some ways and spread the name of the Shijima on the fighting stage…. it must have been very challenging for her with a small body. The thought about it brings pain to my heart.

Perhaps in the future I will make my story known–that will be by the time when I’ll be at the top of the martial realm. Only then will I be able to reveal who I am to Alma.

The feelings for my beloved child standing before my eyes cannot be shown, I intended to keep my identity a secret.

Alma, please forgive this selfish father. I’ve obtained a chance to start over. Thus, in this life, I must achieve the profound strength and be at the very top.

Yes, that’s what I’ve decided to do. Whether it’s right or wrong will depend on how I proceed forward.

There was no way she could figure out that I, her father, would appeared before her in the appearance of a boy so there was no need to be too cautious.

「Erm, well…nice to meet you?」

And so I used ‘nice to meet you’ because I couldn’t think of anything else.

Then without the slightest of doubt, Alma smile at me, just what I had hoped for.

「Oh, nice to meet you, too. Are you a friend of Seria? What’s your name?」

As expected, the question which I wished to avoid being asked was spoken.

My name is the same one as my previous one–actually, it’s one that was ‘borrowed’ from my previous life.

If I tell her my name, it might bring back bitter memories. Or perhaps she will find it pleasant for the name of her master to be passed around even after thirty years have passed since his death.

At any rate, I don’t want to think too deeply about it. If possible I would have given out an alias but it’s regrettable that Seria was also present.

「My name is Slava Marshall.

I heard that the reason my parents chose it was because of your shishou, Alma…sama.」

Consequently, because I was nervous, I spoke what I think I should.

After all, I’ve decided to keep my past identity hidden and since my name was asked for, I answered truthfully.

Still, addressing her like that caused me discomfort, but I’ll bear with it in order to keep my secret safe, even if it pains me.

「…I see, my Shishou’s name…」

My daughter, how will you react? And the answer to my question, my fear, proved to be correct.

Her dignified and smiling face darkened a little looking over me. In her eyes, small amounts of tears started to form.

Even though it has been thirty years since…to think that her sadness still lingers. Although it might sound like a long time, but it is not the same for the elves, understandably.

When I, you master, passed away, just how long did it take for your grief to ease away–for her, Slava Shijima was also her father figure, and so there aren’t many who could sympathise with her grief. Nevertheless, even after all that time, it seems that she still needed more time to completely overcome the sadness within her.

Seeing the tears from one’s own daughter, the urge of revealing the truth surfaced as well–but I have to put faith in the path I’ve chosen.

Without excusing myself, I waited for Alma’s returned words.

「It’s a good name.

That name belonged to the most powerful martial artist in history, the greatest of them all. And so to prove yourself to be worthy of such name, will you grow up to be a good man?」

「Y, yes…」

Alma wiped her tears, and returned to her normal self.

…You’ve become strong, my daughter.

I, too, will not falter. I won’t stop until I reach the top.

But, I will get there much faster this time, I thought to myself.

The sooner the better since it means that I can tell her who I really am.

My desire to become stronger was strengthened because of this.

Although I said it with such resolve.

My goal is to become the strongest, the greatest, but I should never overestimate myself. My parents taught me such and didn’t forget to teach me that others’ evaluations of me is equally important. I’ll experience a lot of things in the near future… can’t help but feel slightly worried.

If I recall correctly, in my previous life, there were times when some created a religion with me as the center. I wasn’t sure how to cope with it back then and had to correct my style.

「By the way, Seria, Slava. Can you help me out a little? Which is the way to the principal’s office?」

Having recovered her posture, Alma crouch forward and looked into my face.

Come to think of it, I think she asked me something which I have yet to answer.

Fumu, the principal’s office huh?

Although I know where it’s located, it’s hard to give specific directions.

「Yes, but erm, well…let me show you the way. The layout of the academy is complicated, and so I don’t have the confidence to give you directions.」

「Is that so? Then please lead the way.」

Since showing the way to the principal’s office is the most efficient way to avoid her getting lost, I put ‘The History of Martial Arts 13048’ inside my bag and stood up.

Alma accepted my offer and the color of joy appeared on her face.

「Yay, we’ll go together with Alma-sama~」

「Whoops, you’re so hyper Seria.」

Alma stood up, and Seria immediately jumped at her happily.

Just as swift as before, Alma caught Seria and carried her with one arm.

Even for a human girl in her 20s or so to catch the little girl ⌈2⌋, despite the fact that she doesn’t weigh very much, would have been challenging for her to do with only one arm. Alma, however, caught her and shrug it off like it was nothing.

Observing her closely, there was a strong and vigorous layer of magic power enveloping Alma’s body.

I see, she doesn’t seem to be lacking on her meditation.

To think that I would unexpectedly peek into my disciple’s growth, I nodded happily.

Although it was the nodding face of a twelve years old boy–it was fortunate that no one had become suspicious.

「Well well, since everyone is here, let us prepare to go to the auditorium.」

After I’ve finished guiding Alma, I made my way to the class slowly. When I arrived, the teacher, Finlay McGovern, told us what to do for today.

Looking around the class, teacher’s expression remained calm. After a quick glance around, I noticed that most of the seats that were usually empty had boys sitting there today.

Fumu. That’s remind me, there’s supposed to be some kind of meeting today in the afternoon.

It wasn’t something that interested me and so I ended up forgetting about it. At any rate, it was some minor thing and I shouldn’t have forgotten about.

Today, children who recently turned twelve were gathered and were to be guided by the teacher.

Somehow, I was selected as the class’s representative and I will be walking right behind teacher Finlay, in front of my classmates.

Anyhow, as the class’s rep, I have to do my job and make sure that the other kids walk in a straight line and do not cause trouble.

「Teacher, everyone’s present.」

「Ah yes, thank you, Slava-kun. Shall we get going now? Alright everyone, come along.」

After I finished checking off for absences today, I reported to the teacher that no one is missing.

After receiving my report, teacher took a final look down the row, and began to walk.

It was like we were a bunch of ducklings. When I began to follow, the rest of the class, twenty kids followed after. ⌈3

Walking in single file, we were eventually merged together with other classes who were in the same age group, and steadily make our way to the academy’s impressive auditorium.

It is very safe here due to divine protection magics. Even if the heaven was to fall, no one inside would be harmed, or so teacher told us, but in reality, no one knows if that’s true.

In addition, there were many Elf sculptures here which were beautifully crafted.

When I was a human, I had the chance to visit this place but this time–I wondered if living as an elf affected my appreciations for the arts. Nothing to make a fuzz over, though I really do wonder.

When we were inside the auditorium, I took a seat in the area that our class was assigned to.

The auditorium had a very vast space that could hold several thousand people at once, in fact nearly half of it was already filled by the time we got here, and yet there were still plenty unoccupied seats.

So, I wonder what the topic of this assembly will be.

The principal was already standing on the stage doing some final checking.

The principal is an old elf that has grey hair and a white beard. There have been rumors that he had lived for a thousand years–for humans, he’s basically a walking fossil.

If possible I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Who knows, I might just get to my goal that much faster.

「Ahh, ahem. Can everyone hear me clearly?」

On the stage, the principal’s voice was projected to every corner of the auditorium with the help of magic stones called “Speakers” which were installed on the stage itself.

While I was busy being jealous of his blessed life, it seem that the rest of the student body had finished gathering.

The afternoon assembly was about to begin.

「Ufufu, it seem everybody heard me. All of you behaved yourselves considerably I see. Then, do you prefer this principal’s long story first or would you rather I get to the main topic of this assembly?」

While stroking his long beard, the old elf cheerfully spoke.

Oh dear, there are a lot of random stories the principal has to offer. Roughly, I recalled one hundred years ago, when I visited the academy, the stories from him took forever to finish. Back in those days, I could not find a good reason to refuse talking to him… even now I won’t be able to either. He’s an old elf who sought to study, while I am but a fool pursuing only strength. I probably won’t be able to take away anything from the stories anyway.

The principal’s decision is resolute and always wise no matter what.

For the children of this age, the naughty and impulsive. They won’t be able to take much from his stories either.

「Fumu, well then, please join us.」

Glancing away from the students, he stepped to the left side of the stage.

Since the left and right of the stage were designed for speakers to enter and exit, and so from the right, someone is going to enter the stage.

Now, who will be the honor guest?

Just as I was trying to guess who it might be, that someone made their appearance.

Swaying long, blue hair matching with elegant steps…

Not too long ago I saw the exact thing at a closer distance, now it’s just a little farther away!

….You’ve have got to be joking.

「Everyone, please welcome! Alma Shijima!」

「Thank you for the warm welcome.

….For those who don’t know, I am Alma Shijima. Starting today, I will be instructing martial arts to all of you, here at the academy.

–Through the use of martial arts, I hope to strengthen your mind through your body. It will be ten short years but I’m looking forward to teaching all of you.」

Immediately after, loud cheers started roaring in the auditorium.

‘For those who don’t know’—surely you jest. There’s probably no one here who wouldn’t know who you are.

Even if someone thought she was joking, they wouldn’t voice it.

….Moreover, teaching martial arts, huh.

….Ten years, I wonder if I can hide my identity for that long.

Under normal circumstances, it was already challenging to conceal my identity, now this…I let out a long sigh.



References


  1. She’s 12 years old 
  2. The little girl = Seria 
  3. TL: Yes, time to get to your lovely working place, the Sweat Shop. 

[Vol.1] Chapter 2: The World After The Void



I spent everyday living comfortably in the village and training myself. Before I knew it, I was already twelve years old.

Although there are slight differences between individuals, an elf’s mental age grows much slower during this time, and the elves consider it a big turning point during their lifetime.

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On the day of my twelfth birthday, we had a little celebration party for me, and that also marked the time when I started going to school full-time.

If I was a human, I would have already been going as early as four or five, at the latest would be at six years of age. But, this is the long-lived elven race. Among themselves, each individual has a very slow flow of time.

Anyway, I had my celebration for my twelfth birthday and arrived at a defining moment.

At this age, I am allowed to do a wide variety of things, but the most important one of them all is the fact that I could attend school.

The reason for that was because I had difficulty reading the alphabet and so I thought it would be fun to go to school, however…this is a school for elves so a part of me was extremely concerned──

「Uuu…after Slava parts with us it will be so lonely….

When you have long holiday breaks, be sure to remember to visit home!」

「You’re exaggerating. But yeah, I will try to come home as often as I can.」

「I beg you, Slava. If Mama stays depressed like this, eventually Papa will fall into depression as well.」

Of all things they could have said, those were their words on my first day of school, but the general curriculum required me to live in a dormitory so it couldn’t be helped.

Although, I am not the only person who is loved──I thought that while I tried to think of some way to express myself. The capabilities I held far exceeded those of someone of my generation.

I had all of the combined fighting experience in my past life while also having been effectively meditating ever since the first year when I was reborn.

For that, I gave myself plenty of self-praise. After all, I achieved such great power at the age of twelve.

Of course, there was no one who knew of this. Besides, this power shouldn’t be carelessly shown to others either. Therefore, in order to keep it a secret, I would need to devise some sort of training inside of the dormitory. At least the benefit gained from shadow dancing had decreased greatly, so it was alright to stop with that training.

….But still, it’ll only be two or three years.

It was pointless to mention time when speaking about the long-lived elves. For the period of three years, as someone who was more used to human standards, I found that to be very long.

Regardless, during this period I would be learning and studying at an academic standard, I could learn how to read. It felt awkward saying that when a dead person was now inside the body of a young boy, but everything was alright.

Two or three years──if I needed to endure only this much, I somehow needed to overcome the inconvenience of training, I thought to myself.

At any rate, during the final three years of my past life, I was unable to move my body very much. Compared to that, I felt like I could breeze through the same span of time with no problem.

Or so I thought, while feeling optimistic…

「Uhhu, but for ten years? Not being able to spend time with Slava for ten years…Papa isn’t going to get lonely?」

「Of course I’ll be lonely. But, if Slava grows up splendidly in these ten years, Papa can endure it.」

Although I suspected that my ears heard that wrong the first time──ten years. It is going to be ten years alright.

During the last three years, I almost went mad just having to restrain myself from fighting and now you tell me that I have to endure this for another decade?

For example, an elf lives approximately ten times longer than a human, so putting it in simple terms, the sense of time for a human living one year is equivalent to an elf living ten years.

But it doesn’t matter how slowly ten years pass by, my body that is of an elf would stay the same, but my human mind would deteriorate.

「I wonder…ten years is indeed very long.」

「My, my, Slava is going to feel lonely like Mama as well?

It’s all right. Compared to your future life, this is going to feel like a blink of an eye.」

Those words from father meant nothing more than that, because it is “just” a decade for an elf.

….Hmm, this is what you would call a “culture gap.”

Although, in my past life, I did not understand its meaning coming from the young people, but…after living among a different race, I was able to feel the distinct difference in culture.

「Well, everything is fine. Go on and have fun, experience and feel the numerous things out there.

Papa is rooting for you~」

The feeling of his support had been received and I didn’t get the feeling of “it’s somebody else’s problem” in his words.

I looked back with a bitter gaze. It would be a mistake if one was to say that no child would feel lonely when leaving their parents’ home. I let out a sigh without hiding it──

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Behind me, the other children’s chatters could be heard while I was reading a book.

Unlike the village of Altor where I lived, this place was crowded with children.

Due to their long-lived trait, the elves do not have a lot of children, thus I gave it some thought about why there were so many children here.

That should be it. It had taken me a little more than a day on horse carriage from my elven village to this place, Mirafia National Academy Arufareia.

This school must be where the elven children in the country of Mirafia gather and attend, I thought.

Just like what I had originally predicted, I was now within this kind of place. I could not act too hasty here so I chose to study the alphabet by reading books to improve my skill.

I still had difficulty reading up until this point, but for a child to be able to read at this age might be a little eerie.

Plus, up till this point, I had been stealthily reading books, but now I would be studying with my head held high. That much should be fine.

Well, but──during my past life, I loathed studying anything except for martial arts. However, this will only be for a short amount of time so I will not run away──

Since I am now in an environment where I have to study, with the exception of martial arts, this should surely be interesting. When I thought about all the things I’ve done throughout my entire life, I felt that there was nothing else to do but to give it my all.

Incidentally, the book which I was reading was about the recent history of martial arts.

…Well, it’s alright. Studying is very enjoyable, it can’t be help that I have to do something else beside martial arts.

「Slava-kun~, oh, are you reading a book?」

While I was reading a book under the sunlight shining between the leaves, I heard the voice of a girl.

I put away the bookmark in the middle of the pages and turned my head to the direction that the voice came from. There was a girl with hair of bright brown and a smile across her face. This girl approached me from behind.

Her age, in terms of human years, I would say, was no more than ten years.

A bright and friendly smile, it was a very girlish characteristic.

「Seria. …Umm, good day to you.」

In the academy where most students, who were strangers to one another, gathered, it was still possible for one to meet one or two of his friends every now and then.

For me, this girl named Seria was the first person I ever made friends with in this life.

Considering my behaviors and how I talked, it was understandable that it was hard for my classmates, the elves from the same generation as me, to approach me.

When I was in the midst of isolation, a single person proactively came and talked to me. It was this very girl who called out to me, her name was Seria Kufurun.

She is a very kind person, very cheerful and very popular among the kids. At first, I was very worried when such a bright person had came and spoke to me.

But before I realized it, I started to talk to her more often. Also, Seria—for someone at her age, was very bright minded. Well, a person’s way of maturing depended on the individual.

On top of that, due to her friendly nature, the other timid children in the class started to realise that I only know a little more than everybody else and they came to get along with me as well.

It was quite clear that my reply wasn’t going to keep this persistent fellow from coming over. On that day, we spent time talking and telling one another a few funny stories.

While the flow of time continued to pass slowly, our relationship progressed and we became the best of friends.

Whenever she talked about such things, the classmates also joined in without reservation, thus I was able to sail by my times as a student while also enjoying it.

…Each time the number of people surrounding me increased, I honestly didn’t feel bad for not training in martial arts.

「Ehehe~, may I sit next to you?」

「Oh, please sit. I wonder what you want from me today?」

「Nnn~ today’s a nice day. I think I want to spend it slowly with Slava-kun.」

Spending time with Seria is pleasant. As I recalled from the past, there was a time when I sat down like this and waited for time to pass by. How many years had passed since then, I wondered.

While I was thinking about the girl I considered as my own child, I got a feeling that I might already have a grandchild by this point.

I wondered what it would feel like to be playing with my grandchild. I wished that child would become a good natured person, unlike this bad shishou. I let out a bitter smile.

「Hey Slava-kun, what were you reading?」

When I was engulfed in calm thoughts, Seria casually broke the moment as she casted a glance at the book in my hand.

….Fumu. Although I was somewhat trying to hide the book….it is probably fine to show it to her.

As a side note, completely unknown to me, “Oji-chan” was what I came to be called. The senses of the children at this age were strangely sharp. However, it was not something I hated.

「This, it is a book that recorded the history of martial arts.

The people whom I hold in high esteem, I want to know what is written about them.」

With the bookmarked page still opened, I had to close it in order to show Seria the book’s cover. There, in plain text, the title of the book, “The History of Martial Arts 13048,” was written down.

The number, 13048, was from the calendar the elves used, which showed the latest version in years. In other words, this was the number of the current year. The history of the elves was much longer and more extensive compared to the human’s history which dated back a few thousand years. Only after buying this book was I able to understand the sheer amount of time.

「Martial Arts? Say, is it about Alma-sama’s feats and glory?」

Seria tilted her head and asked with a smile. I had a vision of seeing a question mark floating above of her.

….Alma-sama huh?

Alma, the God of Martial Arts, and also Slava, her master, these were the names of two people whom no one in this world didn’t know about.

I was not able to get there and the first place in martial arts was handed down. It was ridiculous to feel uneasy about the fact ── however, I felt anxious about my disciple, the name of Alma. While acting in accordance with my wishes, she took on the Shijima name and due to her devotion to me, she also left behind my name.

Just how many months, how many years did it take you, and what did you do after achieving all these feats──

I had asked father quite a few times over the years but the answer, which I got was in the years the elves used, was rather confusing.

Really, it stirred up my interest and I wanted to know about the details. I started to forget that Seria was there but recalled it after a few seconds.

Up to this point, there was never a chance for me to obtain my desired information from other people, so I tried to get to the point where I could read fairly well. The information I wanted to know are contained within the books. The price for knowledge was expensive.

I came by it a few years back and by saving up my pocket money, I was finally able to get my hand on “The History of Martial Arts 13048”…which is now in my hands.

「Ah, I do not know all that much about Alma-sama.

It is one of the reason why I decided to study this book.」

「For a person to not know of Alma-sama, how very rare.

Your name, Slava-kun, even though you bear the same name as the Shishou-sama of Alma-sama.」

That much I already knew, there was no use talking back so I let out a wry smile.

…After all, that was me. …Not a soul would believe it even if I was to talk about it. Everyone would roll their eyes and regard me as a strange child.

「Well, I want to continue reading this book, is that fine?」

「Mmm? Are you asking if I mind?

It’s alright! I’m happy by just spending time with Slava-kun!」

Just as I wondered when the flower was to bloom, Seria shows a cheerful smile across her face, and I opened the book to the page where I had left the bookmark.

The important names inside the book—they were.

Alma Shijima… I see, that child inherited the name Shijima after all.

Alma Shijima.

Is a martial artist who succeeded the Shijima style martial arts that was revived by Iwao Shijima.

Since she is an orphan in the first place, she was raised as an adopted child by Slava Shijima (Slava Weser). As they passed time together, she becomes attracted to her adoptive parent, Slava Shijima, figure and came to study Shijima Style.

The different approach to increase magical power combined with the superior martial arts enabled the Shijima style to take down many other martial art styles.

In the recent years, it welcomed lots of newcomers while also trying to promote themselves. Iwao Shijima had started opening tournaments in various places and started to promote the style in the name of the founder, the purpose of these were to promote and encourage the small boys and girls into learning the Shijima martial arts.

When I looked at the results of her records in official tournament matches and found not a single defeat, I felt very proud. There are many experts who consider her to be the strongest martial artist in history. (Side note, the author is one of them too.)

However, she openly declared and insisted that the strongest martial artist to have ever lived was her one and only master, Slava Shijima. Because of this reason, the experts also hold deep respect toward Slava Shijima.

Also ───

….Really, how successful was my daughter to be held in high regards even until now.

The little one whom I thought of as my own daughter, her growth completely exceeded my expectation by a great amount.

That child was serious, she followed my wish and must have learned the secret techniques of the Shijima style and kept it hidden.

I also forgot that Seria was watching again. Without hiding my smile, I continued to read the sentences.

Reading through the section where the sentences could only be labeled as overly praising, I could not help but let out grins—suddenly, something caught my eye and made me feel concerned.

「What is it? What’s wrong?」

Why was such an unpleasant thing recorded down? Yet.

Seria, next to me, asked me in worried voice.

I was not exactly displeased with it, however, one thing it brought to my mind were worries.

Regarding that, the answer can be found if I flip back to the previous page.

What concerned me was the overview of something written “in the recent years.”

With this kind of wording, it was as if she was still alive.

…If it’s like that. That means I am living in the same time period as the one person whom I thought I’d never see again, I’m so glad.

A legend is but a myth about things people cannot believe to be possible. For example, achieving something that is earth shatteringly or unheard of. I would feel the same about reincarnation if I hadn’t experienced it first hand──

Then like this, I might be able to get a glance at the face of my disciple who had attained greatness.

Such unexpected fortune. While I was terribly excited, I searched for a certain entry inside the book──

The current year was 13048. After doing the calculation, and if I got it all correct, the time of Alma’s birth was somewhere between 700 to 800 years ago, I could only say that it was expected for her, an elf, to have lived for that long.

After I found the (approx)year of her birth inside the book, I was full of joy.

12942~…following it was a stretched out line, which was not made of any numerical values. This meant that Alma was still alive.

This was a miracle, the heavens had allowed me an opportunity to witness the growth of my disciple with my own two eyes, I could not feel anything other than strong gratitude when I found out.

Based on her birth year, if I count backward it would be──

「Oh? That book──」

Looking at the book from over my head and Seria’s, a crystal clear and dignified voice came down toward us.

Long and beautiful blue hair that would make even the sea feel ashamed of itself. Eyes filled with gentleness but also containing a degree of sharp strictness.

This beauty could no longer be compared to any piece of artwork, it had transcended this world, I remembered who it was.

「Fufu, I feel a little embarrassed.

Seeing the book which was written about me, I have a slightly creepy feeling.」

Her face, it’s totally the same as the photograph which came with the book──

Although the age was overlapping, it was the unforgettable face belonging to my daughter. That, was right in front of me.

Alma Shijima. Records shown the year of birth was in 12956, still alive and well in the year 13048.

In other words, Alma right now is about 100 years old. Yet, she still possessed the appearance of a twenty years old human──

This world which I lived in now, since the time of my death, only about thirty years had passed.

Subjectively speaking, the deep and emotional farewell I had with my daughter felt very recent, but now that I had witnessed my beloved daughter’s unchanging pretty and well appearance, I gathered myself together.

Although I had a preconception about her already being an old woman, this was beyond my expectation. I was reborn into the time not far from where I left it.

…Maybe a little too short, but……what do I do?

Alma grew up to be a dignified woman. However, I can still envision the old her clinging to me and crying not too long ago──

It was as if an actor who had just declared retirement came back to the stage one or two days after ── while feeling it was quite an awkward moment, I opened my mouth widely.



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[Vol.1] Chapter 1: Five and Hundred Six Year Old Boy



In the depth of the forest.

Here, I was at the center of the serenity, meditating in the lotus position.

Meditation brings oneself to tranquility and integrates one with nature. Training to sense the surrounding life is the foundation of the Shijima style.

Legs crossed, bottom on the ground, in a meditative state. In this position, I can be one with nature.

Reaching out toward the lush grass, soon, I was able to feel its life energy.

My immature body was flowing with the torrents of life, gently mingling with nature’s magic, making it into a large, calm river.

Summing up the result of meditation since infancy, my magical power had already exceeded my past life. Honestly, the elves’ affinity with magic is frightening.

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By the time I could move around──at the age of five, I went out to the forest surrounding the village and finally started to train my body.

It was complicated but despite having the form of a mere child, I was already over a hundred years old. It was no use to be worried about that fact, and thus I came to accept living as a child….still, since there were things a child should not be able to do, I chose to mask my activities whenever I was allowed to go outside.

All I did was training in the meditative state every day. Naturally, in the last four years, I had yet to use ki, thus during that time, I grew incredibly impatient.

But that ends today!

From this point on, I would be able to train to my heart’s content!

To fulfill the mistake of Slava Weser, today marks the beginning of Slava Marshall’s life!

I reverted to my old self and gave into the fear of losing precious time for a few brief moments, nearly ten times as much as when I was a human.

But when I thought about reaching the top when I have enough strength and, as a master, I felt delighted. Such joy, even from my past life ── I had yet to feel such delightfulness within myself.

Tsk! While I was having those thoughts, the feeling of nature’s magic left my body abruptly.

Time isn’t a concern, but it was best not to get overly excited.

「…****, my mind was slightly disrupted.」

I looked at the green light as it leaves my body, I muttered.

For the spiritual power to scatter away while in the middle of meditation, tsk since when was I so careless. But this sense of immaturity, strangely enough, makes me feel comfortable.

By slowly circulating nature’s mana inside my body, I can absorb the mana into my existing Od. That was ultimately the goal when meditating. When done correctly, one will absolutely be able to increase their power.

The soul is what carries the mana, but the one energy I prefer over any other is the colorless Od. It is pure and the process of gathering it also brings no harm to the environment. Besides, the true nature of this training was to pursue and achieve Zen with this body, however, this mind of mine is that of a geezer, I can’t believe I got this overly excited. I think that was enough of that for the day, after all, my mind had already calmed down.

…No, even saying that I’m a geezer, I am currently a boy at the age of five.

Anyway, it was what it was. Let the training begin so I can move as I desire.

At any rate, it seems that I will only be able to meditate properly inside the house, now that my wish to be outside of the village was satisfied, I started moving toward my next goal.

If it’s here, as long as I don’t do anything flashy, no one will notice a thing. Thus, I will be able to train with all my energy.

It is best to restrain my mind from getting excited, no…rather, I’ll put even more enthusiasm into it, and thus, I began to concentrate.

Taking the magical power out from my body, nothing but the sky was in front of my eyes, I then imagined the shape of a man.

Then, in front of my eyes appeared a human-shaped figure just like myself.

….Strictly speaking, that figure resembled me in my past life.

It was made using magic and possesses no face, it doesn’t have any clothes nor does it resemble a human perfectly, but it can firmly be touched.

In addition, I was able to move that figure with my mind.

So… Since I had no equal partner to train with at the given time and it didn’t look like anyone possessing some skill was lining up──I was the only one with real martial art knowledge, so I guess I’ll have train against myself.

Needless to say, to sum it all up, training against my former self was the only option. There was no meaning if I didn’t surpass my past self.

However, that form is one that I spent several decades together with, there was some sense of attachment──it’s not all that strange──nevertheless holding back is a not an option.

Within the Shijima style, this was called mirage shadow dance. I dance with the silhouette, that is exactly what I was going to do.

In my past life, I was not able to move freely during the last three years before my death, and combining it with this life, it has been roughly eight years since I could freely move. With an opponent I knew everything about in front of me, I felt my passion for martial arts burst into flames.

「Here I go…」

The separated body of me did not talk back, I showed a slightly aggressive smile which I felt suitable for my age.

I bent my right arm and positioned it slightly in front of my face.

My left arm I stretched out to the front and kept it around waist height.

I have both of my palms open, this stance excel in defending against almost any technique.

I had decades of experience, and this is a basic stance of the Shijima style.

Then, I divided and used magic to create a separate body, the amount of magic I have left inside my body is just about half.

The same style, the same stance, we both have the same capabilities and therefore the same speed, so I decided to close the distance and maintaining the same stance──before long, as if the fuses connecting to the explosives had burnt out, both of us start to play.

The distance between me and my partner shortened in an instant──inside the forest, the sound of a violent blow echoed.

While avoiding the fist packed with enough power to pierce through an iron plate in the form of a punch, I took advantage of the force and redirected it at my shadow. However, I was not the only one to do so; my shadow start moving as well. All of my movements were read, so I rebuilt my stance and threw the shadow into the air.

The shadow regained its balance, and when it was about to land lightly on the ground, I moved in. Accelerating through the wind, this time around I fully grasped it, this was the shadow I had created with the image of what I imagined myself to have been in my prime──to see what the difference in ability would be, I allowed one blow to reach my body.

….Fumu, I see. Since this body is still immature, the strength in my body is lacking.

But, it can make sharp movements and its flexible maneuverability compensates for the lack of power.

I regained my stance after having taken the hard blow and gotten blown off, I then closed in hard against the shadow. Naturally, the figure that I was pulling the strings of approached me. The action of my shadow is most troubling as it aimed a kick at my torso.

But with my short build, I slipped my way just between the kicking leg and the ground. Using footwork and taking advantage of a small body, I simply wanted to try it but the result was better than I had expected.

The shadow’s leg remained in a swinging motion, and it was appropriate to call it an opening. I used the palm of my hand and struck in the opening and one can say that it was a fatal strike.

This strike drives magic power into the palm thus making it『Strong』it is a basic technique in the Shijima style. From the small body of a child, a fierce sound resounded in the forest, and the shadow was sent flying parallel to the ground.

….Ahh, there it is. The sound of fighting, the smell of the brawl.

It’s been so long since my last fight, an intense aura wrapped around me. A break just isn’t sufficient anymore.

The fist which I drove into that body, it felt really good!

My beaten up body, the sensation of aching and being in pain!

Gripping my finger and seeing my opponent in front of me, this is indeed the feeling from eight years ago.

I get the feeling of ecstasy despite being in pain, I suddenly get an illusion of awaking masochism as a fetish.

….No, it’s different. Without a doubt I am a martial artist, it is outrageous to say that I am a *********, if anything I would say that I’m more of a ******.

Anyway, if I was to forget the proper way of training, regaining what I lost would take me a great many years.

Beat and beaten, kicked and kicking, thrown and throwing.

Moreover, our abilities are exactly the same, this fight will take forever to finish.

After all, this is I fighting myself, I would continue to train here for now until I feel the presence of some villagers then I’ll stop──

「I’m home. Tosan, Kasan.」

「Ah! Welcome back Slava──what happened to your clothes?」

I went home, offered my greetings and was greeted back, but father shouted in surprise after seeing my dirty clothes.

Taking a look at my clothes, I saw that my clothes were torn here and there and certainly, I’m covered in mud.

…..They were wrecked. I had only taken care of the wounds on my body and healed them perfectly using magic, but I had completely forgotten about my clothing.

I’m so thoughtless for my age…..No, strictly speaking I am five today. But the sum of my actual age is 106, still it can’t be helped since today I was especially high spirited.

But I’m truly in deep trouble. How should I defend myself.

「Are you hurt!? Did you fall off somewhere!? You are not in pain anywhere!?」

Father, Aram Marshall, with his disheveled golden hair, quickly ran over to me.

In the elves’ society, men having long hair isn’t uncommon. And so it can easily get disheveled.

His youthful and slender body line is elegant, his long hair mysteriously suits him very well──let’s stop, I need to face this current situation.

「Yeah, uh, I fell somewhere.

I’m sorry, the clothes are all dirty…..I got them all dirty.」

I’m still unfamiliar with speaking in a boyish manner. My words were stammering.

….Although I’m slowly getting more accustomed to it, there is nothing more I can do but to bear with it.

After I said that, father’s face looked extremely painful and deep with concern.

Seeing that father had complete trust in my words, my heart sank and it pains me.

「I’m not injured. I’m not hurt anywhere either. But my clothes, they were tattered…. just a little.」

「Ohh, Slava!! Thank goodness…Papa is glad you’re safe. The clothes aren’t anywhere near as important as you are, they can be replaced. You are our one and only treasure, did anything dangerous happen to you?」

Father hugged me tightly and it felt almost as if I was in some sort of play. …This situation, I’m still not used to it. I felt a little shy, a little embarrassed, but it’s very warm.

The ways the elves go about expressing their feelings in their culture, there are times when I feel that they are somewhat exaggerated. I can understand that these are their true feelings since I’ve live in this society for five years, but in spite of that, I still feel a little crept out truthfully.

「…I’m very sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.」

I murmured my repentance, and father stopped hugging me, took his arms off and placed them onto my shoulders.

──Looking at Father, he looked like he’s in his twenties but that is incorrect, his real age might be in the hundreds. In fact, he might even exceed my actual age.

Looking straight forward, Father’s gaze and mine cross each other. My thoughts of regret might have been transmitted, and father let out a small smile.

Comparing a human lifespan to an elfs’, the speed of which one grows is very different. The appearance isn’t the only problem, it is also the mind as well.

For an elf, living a hundred years in human standards is only around twenty years. That is true for the appearance and so I think that their mind should be aging around the same speed as well.

…..Now that I possess this body, how envious humans must be.

The father I know remained unchanged these past few years. Nevertheless, as time passes, I continue to grow older and older inside.

「Alright Slava, as long as you understand everything is fine.

This time Papa will let it slide. But the next time you do something dangerous like this again, Papa will get very angry. Do you understand?」

「…Yes, I understand. I’ll be more careful next time.」

After the talk and we reached a mutual understanding, I disappeared into the back of the living room.

It was a little late but the gentle voice of my strict mother reached my ears.

…Oh no, despite calling out to me gently, this is going to be a little more troublesome than it sounds.

「Slava~? Did Mama not kindly ask you to please not do anything dangerous~?」

Coming out from the back of the living room, is my mother Malta Marshall who looks as worried as she is angry.

The next time when I go out to train, I’ll try not to trouble my parents too much.

While I had to sit and listen to my parent’s sermon after the incident, I secretly vowed to myself.



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[Vol.1] Boy and Girl



Warm sunlight poured down from above as the sun ascended higher up the sky. There was still a sense of coldness that lingered in the wind, and in front of me, a single girl stood.

The distance between us wasn’t far. If either one of us decided to step forward, the short distance would disappear in an instant.

However, neither I nor the girl moved. Although we still held the thought of landing a blow of the other’s body.

She was a pretty girl with shining red eyes, and skin as white as snow. We were about the same height, and she was around ten years old. Stealing a glance at her superb facial features, I thought she looked very lovely.

Well, let’s make it clear so there will be no misunderstanding. We were here to have a spar, and I have never met this girl until today.

Therefore, we are not in any intimate relationship. Although it was my intention that we are to become close friend someday—right now, we aren’t.

Then, this kind of relation——

「…Ahaha. Here I go, huff!」

Just as the wind calmed, it blew once again. The girl’s smile twisted into the shape of a crescent moon.

With an awfully joyful voice, and immediately following, the sound of damped ground, she rapidly approached me.

Restlessness overcame her because neither of us made a move. To gain some distance from the troublesome girl, I kicked against the ground and leapt my body away.

Despite having a slender figure, her kick exerted lots of force, as seen by how the soil on the earth, where she once stood, was blown away and what was left behind was a scooped spot.

Virtually all of the force exerted onto the ground had been converted into speed, and in an instant, the distance which was supposed to be around five meters was soon closed.

As the distance continued to shorten until where we could reach one another, I readied myself. The girl came at me with astonishing speed which normal humans could not perceive, all the while having a twisted smile.

At this moment, for the sake of “sparring,” the girl threw a left punch.

The wind roared for just an instant, yet had turned so sharp that it almost scratched my cheek.

The girl who disappeared into the sky reappeared before me with her fist extended and aiming for my face.

In front was the roaring wind followed by the fist creating the wind, I used my fists and put up a firm guard in front of my face, catching her fist at the center of my face.

The punch packed enough force to crush a skull of a bear, let alone an adult.

「Hahaha! Wonderful, you’re wonderful Slava-kun!」

The power in her slender arm could not possibly be one of a little girl.

Swallowing up the gentle wind, the deadly punch created a violent storm.

「Then, how about this!?」

At that time, it was like fighting against a storm.

One strike, two, then it increase to six. Within seconds, over ten consecutive strikes were dished out.

Each punch in the storm of punches possessed clear killing intent, and she consistently threw out punches with more than enough force to kill.

So, since this was supposed to be a spar, there was only one thing to do—fight back.

In terms of appearance, both of us looked around ten years old. In order to have a fight, I had come to face this girl named Cheryl.

To be more precise, in terms of age, I was twelve. Cheryl was fifteen. Both of us were elves blessed with long lives, and in any case, we looked younger than our actual age.

Confronted by such a girl, I was well aware of the consequences, however, I was still a dedicated martial artist. Given the situation, I intended to retaliate.

Observing each punch one by one, sometimes I dodged, while occasionally I had to neutralize and or parry the strike.

「It’s not broken, ahaha! It isn’t breaking! This is the first time, Slava-kun!」

In spite of being very young, the feeling behind Cheryl’s fists reflect that of —— a mentally unstable child.

For god’s sake, just how the hell was this girl raised. The child is innocent, but it is disturbing nevertheless.

The fists continued to fly at me as I thought to myself. For a brief moment, I sent a gaze at Cheryl’s acting foster parent, who was also her grandfather and my irresponsible old friend, and our gaze met.

On his face, I saw a familiar smirk, and couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

Good grief, even though it was never his hobby to meddle with others much less take care of a child, this time he really needs a scolding.

….Putting that aside, let wrap this up first.

Concentrating my thoughts into one, I calm my mind. It was as if a calm stream washed over and cleared my mind. With my mind cleared, I could perceive the world more closely.

Now I could see each of the violent punches slowly and clearly. I kept watching the flow of power and wondered to myself how much time had passed since I last experienced this.

This is going to be easy peasy.

Making up my mind, I pushed out my left hand and aimed for one of the incoming fists. Cheryl’s flow of power is like that of a muddy stream, but the punches kept on coming with the intent to kill regardless.

I didn’t dare to strike with the intent to kill, so as I pulled in her striking fist, I made use of it’s momentum and redirected it back at her.

Cheryl’s fist contained much more power than necessary, and so I pulled her entire body in—then, I used my foot to swipe Cheryl’s leg and gave her a punch. Just like that, Cheryl’s body was sent flying.

Time seemed to flow very slowly for me, but while in the process of demonstrating how strong I was, Cheryl was sent flying because of it.

After she flew back several meters, she finally crashed into the ground.

She was a girl with a small physique but she was sent flying and ultimately crashed at the speed beyond the limit of those with the same aspect. Despite crashing on relatively soft ground, it was still quite bad, and could be life threatening.

「Ahaha! As expected of Slava-kun. The sensation of pain, it’s been awhile.」

Right, she can no longer be labeled as someone “ordinary.” This girl, looks like my concern was wasted.

Cheryl stood up as if it was nothing, turned around and faced me while having a happy smile on her face.

Honestly, that jerk took a really great disciple. The image of Cheryl’s grandfather, someone who was undesirable but inseparable for her, floated through my mind, I then adjusted my stance.

…..Well, you may be wondering why I am fighting her, and I do intend to tell the whole story.

It’s an old story, and it might be a little too lengthy—anyway, this is a story about thirty years ago.



References

  1. N/a

[Vol.1] Prologue



A hundred years after being born. It is a very long time when one thinks about it.

Every time the undershirt was taken off, a body full of wrinkles was revealed, like crocodile skin.

…This body has become decrepit and ugly over the years, it is impossible to push it any further.

I thought, as I looked at my body full of wrinkles, reflected on the large mirror in the dojo.

Looking at it closely, this body seems as weak and thin as a dead tree branch, as many wrinkles mark the skin.

Born over a hundred years ago.

The time I’ve spent devoted to martial arts is almost equivalent to that.

This body has reached its limit after continuously pushing it to the extreme these past one hundred years, so there is nothing to complain about.

… Strongest, ha. It is a short lived and good-for-nothing dream shared by two people.

The days when this body can be pushed further no longer exist. Every day, this body was put to the test, receiving injuries far worse than regular wounds.

Layers of muscles obtained were all shriveled up, and the only thing that remains is this tattered body.

However, by wearing armor, my muscle strength increases. If technology was easier to understand and faster to attain with power than 「Martial Arts」, I would have aimed for it from the beginning.

「Ka, fu…」

I cough violently, from inside my parched body, I spit out blood.

A body over a hundred years old, lung hemorrhage is only fitting. I have already lost all strength to resist, as I was sitting straight ⌈1⌋, my body fell forward.

…I was diagnosed with a disease. It affects the lungs, and causes internal bleeding, it’s a rare disease that can cause death. There is a way to cure it, but it seems that this old body can no longer tolerate medical treatments. It is a disease not even a master can overcome. In a sense, I am a foolish and immature person.

In my final moments of life, I recalled what the doctor mentioned. In a place far far away, at the edge on this world, exists a place called 「Nihon」,which is the doctor’s birthplace, where treatment can be done, it is regrettable.

At that time, perfecting martial arts was more important than following the doctor’s advice regrettably, therefore accepting the result is normal. That’s right. I had fully understood that feeling.

「Fu, kukuku…」

On the contrary, this old man coughed out blood while letting out a laugh.

──While thinking about the past, I realized my life was only filled with regrets. I can’t help but to laugh at my own foolishness.

I devoted myself to「Martial Arts」, and thus, I did not take a wife nor have a child.

Without even taking care of my possessions, I continued to pursue my art.

To watch my disciple, who I view as my own daughter, attain greatness won’t be possible, for I am near death and about to die.

…But, such a thing does not matter.

Though I had been dedicating over a hundred years into martial arts, my greatness had yet to be seen. It is such a disappointment.

That master claimed to have set foot into the third stage. If so, how far have I came, second stage or perhaps first stage ──

Had I instead tried to understand the fundamentals of martial arts, rather than rely on strength, I could have had a little more time to train.

It is often said that regrets build up as one lives their life. Even if humans possessed longevity, my life would still be filled with regrets regardless.

Taking a wife is unnecessary, and so is having a child. Money is not needed, nothing is needed.

Therefore, heaven, I… I and martial arts. Give me more time to perfect my martial art.

I think I acted like a whining infant. But still, I wished for more time.

「──Ah~, Shishou!」

The dojo’s doors was violently forced open, and my beloved disciple rushed in.

Currently, I’ve fallen onto the floor and my tunic is smeared in blood.

She rushed over to me, and gently lifts my body, which is equivalent to a dead log.

Tears well up in her shaking eyes.

「Please don’t give up! Please don’t leave me, please, ah…!」

As if a dam had broken, large drops of tears overflow the little disciple’s eyes and drip down her face.

Each drop, as clear as water, falls onto my face and mixes with my blood.

Then, I was lightly poked by her tender index finger. I open my eyes as if awoken from a slumber.

「Shishou! It is me, it’s Alma-desu! Can you hear me clearly-desu!?」

My disciple─ Alma, her eyes focused on me, smiles as she continued to sobs.

Even if it is suppressed, the sound of weeping can still be made out─ I see, my head is being caressed, and I cannot move my body.

…When I was at the age of forty, I picked up a young girl without any relatives. By no means had I intended to spend so much time with her and develop a close relationship.

She was twelve years old at the time, and I should note that she is over seventy years old, yet she still has the face of a girl roughly around the age of seventeen or eighteen.

If humans were had metaplasia like this, then this shishou was surprised─ the reason was her outer appearance, the attire she was wearing is that of a little girl.

Compared to humans, Alma’s ears were long and pointy─ a distinctive feature of the Elven race which were blessed with long life.

Her appearance was that of a human child at the age of twelve, but despite looking like a twelve year old, her race’s growth is around ten times as slow as a human’s.

To consider the young child as my own daughter ── yareyare ⌈2⌋. An old man over a hundred and a little girl at eighteen, it would be better to consider both as grandfather and granddaughter.

「D-don’t… cry… Alma….

A-as someone who practices the Shijima style… you shed tears so easily.」

I was unable to move my hand, but somehow managed to utter a few words.

Then, a smile floats across her face and she suppresses her tears.

「You’re back-desu… Ah!」

Letting out a sound with happiness tinged in her trembling voice, she then noticed that I didn’t have much strength left.

….It may be better to die with no one weeping.

Some time ago, Alma desperately used magic to help me recover from the brink of death, and my life was prolonged as the result, allowing me to be able to speak normally.

However, my condition right now is like that of a flask full of holes. When her magic was poured into me, I felt as if it were being poured into a bottomless pit. Magic was originally meant to treat the wounded, thus the magic at which one can use to cheat death is non-existent in this world.

…This is something to be expected, my beloved pupil.

But, you will not be able to admit it. Alma, when I heard you calling me father, I was a little troubled. The truth was I felt a little happy, even if it was a little, I was glad you felt that way.

「It’s fine already…stop your magic.

Time has caught up with me.」

I finally mustered enough strength, thus moved my hand and placed it on top of Alma’s hand.

Although she felt relieved, Alma’s face was filled with cold despair.

“No….No-desu! Please, this is not the time, it is not yet time for you to give up! My training has yet to finish, please do not say such a selfish thing!”

Crying like a child, Alma refused to listen to my words.

…Her feelings, I understood it completely. I too broke out in a tantrum, and spoke the same things when my shishou died.

However, my feelings at that time, if I remembered correctly, I did not express them in words.

When my shishou died, I was able to accept the fact and follow his path to accumulate knowledge about 「Martial Arts」─ such feelings drove me to continue to live in this world at that time.

I continued to train, but all of it was useless. Come to think of it, when master was still alive, he/she devoted their entire life into practicing martial art─

…The outcome, it can easily be guessed.

I followed the same path and would die the same way. And if that is the case, then master and I may have experienced similar things.

…Aaa, the previous thought then surfaced, I won’t be able to witness my pupil’s future growth, as I thought, such a shame.

「Listen, Alma…These will be my last words to you. As a father, and as a teacher…will you listen?」

「─No, no, no, no…please don’t go, shishou…」

In the end, she finally broke down and cried.

Be at ease, Alma.

At least, I wanted to teach her my masteries… but it seems that I no longer have the chance to do so.

Coughing lightly, blood continued to spill out, but not as much as before.

My internal organs, they have already reached their limits. It would be unreasonable to push it any longer, this decrepit and ugly body. That much is true.

So little time remains. At the very least, I want to pass on that thing.

I waited for Alma to settle down. Even though I mentioned I wanted to leave something for her, it is not as important as it sounds.

The master passes on his technique to his pupil, to succeed the Shijima style, it is time to let the future generation to inherit the old legacy.

After a while, tears still flowing─ but it seems that Alma had calmed down a little bit.

…This child is strong. As this child’s master and father, I’m very proud.

Taking a small breath, I took out what I had arranged before hand.

The fire of life can perish unexpectedly, the Shijima is all I can give to you so forgive me, Alma.

「First, as your master, Slava Shijima

…Hold out your hand, Alma.」

While sniffing her nose, Alma did exactly as I said, and held out her hand.

While I felt my life continue to slip away from my body, I reach for a pocket in my pant.

One way or another, this day will mark my death. It seems that I was completely oblivious to this fact due to thinking of other, more important things.

「This is a key-desu?」

「Umu…Will you take over the dojo, and become a master, in my absence?」

「Do you mean…? Yes, I understand-desu.」

「This is…it is the key to unlock what is sealed in the back. What’s kept there…is the scroll containing all of Shijima style’s masteries. The things my master spoke of, written down and kept secret. There are only two who knew of its existence, were my master and I…」

I coughed out blood and inhaled air roughly.

There was little time remaining. I must make haste and pass down my words to this child as a father.

I desperately tried to breathe, and continued to speak.

「But, now, you are the third person.

…Alma, you must not carelessly tell anyone about the existence of this scroll.

When you have completely mastered everything in it, you shall be a full fledged master of the Shijima style.

…I entrust the Shijima style to you, Alma.」

「…Hai, I will accept it, shishou.」

「On that day, you shall be Alma Shijima….kuku…kuku…ka fu, ge fu!」

「Shishou!!」

Damn it. I can only hold on for so long, feeling like a tattered rag.

Coughing regularly, red drops of life continued to spill out.

Acute pain occurs every time I cough, I felt as if my lungs have been punctured.

Still, this old man wants to convey his thoughts.

「Then…From now, these will be the words of─ Slava Weser as a father…ahh…」

「Please, that’s enough already! You will really die-desu!」

Her usual cute voice was trembling, and she understood my condition well.

My one and only daughter, so I say. These past sixty years spent living together, the majority of the time I was not acting like a parent.

It was bad of me, only at the end did I act more like a fatherly figure.

I put my hand on top of Alma’s head shaking desperately.

I thought that I had long lost my arm strength─ but unexpectedly, humans sometime make miracles.

Without refusing my hand covered in blood, Alma realized this will be my last moment, she stayed silent and bit her lip.

「I had love. A wife and child I had none, but you were always the one showing me a bright smile, and to me that made you undeniably my daughter.

…You are blessed with long life. So, find a good man and give birth to a child. And, give that child lots of love and happiness.

So, I pray that my daughter can find her happiness─」

I finished speaking what I hoped for, and I felt at ease.

Drops of tears continued to shed from Alma’s eyes, but they seem to have stop for a brief moment.

…To the child who lost her parents, I am her foster parent. It is sad, but I was happy.

I pray my daughter will build a happy family, and will be able to live in peace.

I spoke what I wanted to. All my past regrets seem to have vanished, and I felt unexpectedly relieved and satisfied.

…However, new regret was also born. Speaking of happiness, maybe I should have marry. But then, Alma would not have been my child.

…Well then, this is fine.

「Shishou…? Shishou!!」

Alma’s voice slowly sounds further away. I felt warmth, then my consciousness faded farther and farther away.

Ah─

My regrets remained, but it was a good life.

At the same time, my hand slipped from Alma’s head, and my mind slipped into darkness.

…Hopefully, in the next life I want to live without regret.

♦ ♦ ♦

…That was supposed to be my last thought, but what the heck.

In front of my eyes, I see a figure of a man and woman.

Their facial features… long and pointy ears, these two are Elves.

Elves, they could possibly be the same as Alma─ in the first place, the Elf race lived their lives closed off from the outside world─ from my standpoint, I am not sure whether or not these two are Elves.

「Dear, do you see us now?」

「Ah, look here… I wonder if he understands you at this age?」

The two elves, laughed happily while looking at my face.

…This is strange. This man and woman, they laugh whenever I move.

I wondered if there is a baby next to me. So, I turn my head to get a glance.

However, I can see only bars made of wood. Given the soft sensation on my back, I determined that I was put to sleep on a bed.

…No no, wait just a second. This situation. In the first place, I was supposed to have died.

So, why am I lying down like this? What more, this bed, it is too small.

「Oh! He turns his head. Do you deny our words?」

「Dawa, you don’t like it. If so, mommy is sad.”」

「Haha, that’s right.」

This man and woman, they stare at each other and laugh.

….What, this uneasy feeling… Something is not right.

What the heck happened to me?

I took in various consideration, but my thoughts are all tangled and I couldn’t come up with an answer.

But at the same time, an undeniable answer surfaced in my mind, then a chill went down my spine.

「Hey, can I cuddle him?」

「Yes, that’s fine.」

In a state of utter bliss, two hands wrapped around both of my sides.

…Impossible, for someone who is at my age, I’m way too thin.

No, this is more than thin, rather… I’m too small!

「Yosh! It’s Papa~」

As it is, my body was soon lifted up without any struggle.

After being lifted, my eyes catch sight of the man in front of me clearly, this is papa, and those words were probably directed towards me.

No way, I─

「Ufufu, don’t forget Mama is here too.

Hey, Slava-chan? It’s Mama~」

…Suddenly, that name was uttered, and I stiffen up.

No way, having a body of a baby has to be a dream… but is it really a dream?

But it feel like reality rather than a dream. But for me to be in this small body─

「Hey, Slava, your name is Slava, it is the name of a respected martial artist who became a legend!

It’s the name of the sole person Alma-sama respects! You too will grow to become an honorable man~ Slava!」

──What now? Alma-sama?

Slava and Alma. That combination gives me a headache.

The answer I came up with a while now concerns me. Because my name was mentioned, this situation became absurd.

Perhaps, could I have possibly─ become the child of this couple!?

「N~, the shape of your ears much resemble your Mama. They are slim and beautiful.」

「Ara, his face resembles you though. I think our son, Slava, will surely be a lovely child.」

This scene unfolded before my eyes, there is nothing to deny it now.

I really want to insist about the fact that I died and this is only a dream but─ no matter how I look at it, it’s real and I can feel my consciousness.

Bah, if it’s like this.

I really, truly─ am this married couple’s son.

My life has ended, and I met death.

…But to think that Death had such an unexpected turn about.

The couple alternate between who holds me, while their faces are full of joy─ again and again, as accordance to a baby’s instinct─ I was attacked with drowsiness.

Here, maybe if I were to wake up here, I may wake in heaven.

But if, if this body was bred from this man and woman then─

This life, I will live it without regret.

I will travel across however many treacherous mountain passes that I must, becoming number one, I will climb to the top. I will firmly stand by this vow.



References


  1. Seiza 
  2. Literally: my my 

Chapter 15 – Expelled From School



But, Cheng Zhongfan didn’t say anything and instead watched quietly.

“Father, I think it would be a good idea to torment and humiliate Xiao Chen!” Cheng Zhongming said: “Think about it ah, if a once aloof young master, became a valet, a servant, how do you think it would feel?”

“Servant? Your meaning is to sell him as a slave?” Cheng Tianqiu didn’t understand Cheng Zhongming’s meaning: “If you sell him, we won’t be able to see him, who knows if Xiao Family would buy him back?”

“Of course we can’t sell!” Cheng Zhongming said up to here, coldly leaned and sneered: “What if we give him to Mengying as a servant? A once aloof Young Master of the Xiao Family, Mengying’s fiance, but now becomes Mengying’s servant, how about this is what kind of disparity? Normal people cannot bear it, not to mention Xiao Chen that big young master? This is estimated to be might as well as killing him, as well as making him unable to bear it right?”

“Ah? What you said is very interesting ah! But, is Xiao Chen willing? I think even if he died he wouldn’t be willing, right?” Cheng Tianqiu nodded with approval. Indeed, he also knew that these Aristocratic Family juniors cared the most about face, especially Xiao Chen that dandy young master. He cared the most about face and right now, let alone being a big young master or Mengying’s fiance, becoming Mengying’s servant, was equal to “Pa Pa” his face ah, it would make him even more uncomfortable compared to dying right? ⌈1

“Unwilling? As far as I know, he is penniless now ah, as long as I use a little method, making the school pick a thorn while giving some money, if Xiao Chen does not come out, then he would have to be expelled. By that time he won’t have a place to live and even if he’s unwilling, if he wants to live, then he would have to allow me to manipulate him!” Cheng Zhongming’s face flashed with a sinister smile.

“Excellent, this idea is very good!” Cheng Tianqiu was in favor: “Then it’s settled, haha, this disparity is enough for Xiao Chen that little *******, the more uncomfortable he is, the more I’m able to vent!”

“Father, let me carry it out immediately….” Cheng Zhongming nodded, saying it calmly and composed.

Cheng Zhongfan who was standing by, did not speak a word, but in his mind he was thinking about the pros and cons about this matter. It was reasonable that Cheng Zhongming shouldn’t be so sinister ah, but isn’t this like killing Xiao Chen as a whole? ⌈2

With Xiao Chen’s dandy personality, even if he could bear it in the beginning, over time while being treated as a servant, wouldn’t he commit suicide ah?

Could it be Cheng Zhongming really wants to put Xiao Chen to death?

Cheng Zhongming directly went out of the meeting hall and immediately went to work. It couldn’t helped that Cheng Family’s energy in Songning City is huge; after Xiao Chen had just went to class, he already had received the school’s notice!

Within today, must pay a 1 million sponsor fee, the reason was because Xiao Chen was last ranked in last year’s finals exam! If this was done before, naturally no one could trouble Xiao Chen with this trivial matter, Xiao Family’s Young Master. Not to mention being last on the finals, even if he didn’t take the exam, what could the school do about it?

But the situation is different now, the school made it clear that it was looking for trouble for Xiao Chen, moreover, if he couldn’t pay the fee to the school then Young Master Xiao would be expelled.

After hearing the news, Xiao Chen’s complexion was cloudy. He definitely wanted to transfer, but before he could get the transfer fees in his hands, the school wanted him to pay sponsor fees!

“Boss, don’t mind it, isn’t it just 1 million? I’ll help you settle it!” Zhu Yingxiong didn’t pay any attention, with Zhu Family’s strength, 1 million was nothing. In fact, for the former Xiao Chen, 1 million also was nothing; Xiao Chen’s sports car was worth tens of million, this 1 million, was but a drop in the bucket!

However, when Zhu Yingxiong dialed his father’s phone, he learned that his bank account had been frozen and was immediately scared. Although it is true that Zhu Family’s Ancestor supported Zhu Yingxiong, however, Cheng Family made it clear that they wanted to mess with Xiao Chen. Zhu Yingxiong’s father didn’t have Ancestor’s courage, so he didn’t dare to help out Xiao Chen at this crucial time. ⌈3

Zhu Yingxiong and Xiao Chen’s closeness could be evaded by explaining it as a relationship between juniors, but taking out money was a different issue!

“Boss…my father froze my bank account, ****, it’s really killing me!” After Zhu Yingxiong learned this news, he was immediately frustrated, and said these words to Xiao Chen embarrassedly

“It’s okay.” Xiao Chen shook his head. This process made it clear that Cheng Family wanted to fix him up, so even if Zhu Yingxiong came up with the money, he believed that Cheng Family would make up at least 100 reasons to get him expelled. Therefore, it fundamentally wasn’t a money problem: “Dropping out is no problem, we’re still brothers! Take care of Ke’er on my behalf!”

Xiao Chen patted Zhu Yingxiong’s shoulder, sighed slightly, no longer saying anything, then stood up and walked out of the classroom.

“Boss, don’t worry, my people, I won’t let anyone bully her!” Zhu Yingxiong beat his chest and promised. This little problem, for the present Zhu Yingxiong, was a little effort, so long as he said the words, no one would dare move Lin Ke’er within the school, even Zhao Yuliang and Chen Jinpeng did not dare!

They dared to move Xiao Chen because of Cheng Family’s attitude, however in the case of Lin Ke’er, they didn’t think it was worthwhile to die from annoying Zhu Yingxiong, wouldn’t that be the actions of someone with a head filled with water?

“Secretly protecting is okay, she’s a….stubborn and strong girl, she has her own insistence.” Xiao Chen smiled towards Zhu Yingxiong and took big strides towards the classroom entrance.

“En?” Zhu Yingxiong was slightly surprised after hearing Xiao Chen’s words. He didn’t think that these were Eldest Young Master Xiao’s words ah, wouldn’t his response be short, did these adverse circumstances change him? After Young Master Xiao went through this matter once, he became profoundly deep?

Xiao Chen didn’t care how Zhu Yingxiong saw him, directly walked out of the classroom. To speak the truth, in this school, Xiao Chen’s sole reason for being reluctant to leave was only Zhu Yingxiong and Lin Ke’er. As for Young Lady Cheng Mengying, Xiao Chen thinks that he and her will not have any relations in the future, that gentle lily. Initially, however, Young Master Xiao had to pursue the girl for the sake of performance. Young Master Xiao was very clear, that the gentle lily couldn’t have a liking for a “dandy” young master.

But now, Xiao Chen could only rely on Tian Lao. Having Master Tian Lao’s cultivation mnemonics, coupled with the money that Young Lady gave him, supporting for a while should be no problem.

Thinking up to here, Xiao Chen’s mood wasn’t so bad, and quickly walked walked towards the dormitory. Inside the dormitory, Xiao Chen still had some of his own clothes. They were from previously when he brought some clothes, so he conveniently put them here and hadn’t wore them at all.

These clothes, to the former Young Master Xiao, were worth nothing at all, but now that Xiao Chen didn’t have any source of income, in order to be economical, he was prepared to take away these clothes.

Only, on the way to the dormitory, Xiao Chen was stopped by a vehicle!



References


  1. TLN: “Pa Pa” is the noise that a slap on the face makes 
  2. TLN: If this line makes no sense to you, go look up the raws 
  3. TLN: It says ‘economic resources’ and this being a modern XianXia novel, I switched it with ‘bank account’ 

Chapter 14 – Plan



Zhao Yuliang and Chen Jinpeng hurriedly nodded, gloomily walked, but, didn’t walk too far before Zhao Yuliang heard some words from Chief Chen that almost made him fall down: “You think I’m stupid? Exchanging notes doesn’t result in almost dying! Isn’t this just brain damage?”

After going to the corner of the school building, Chief Chen disappeared, Zhao Yuliang stopped, darkly looked at Chen Jinpeng, his gaze was as if he wanted to hack Chen Jinpeng: “Chen Jinpeng, I curse you to be paralyzed! Don’t think that since you’re a Second Layer Inner Qi Fighter, this father doesn’t dare make a move on you. Our Zhao Family’s bodyguard can still kill you!”

“Brother Liang….I really didn’t mean it ah, I also don’t know what happened. Earlier I seem to have suddenly been confused, then afterwards nothing is known, up until Chief Chen pulled me, only then did I know what had happened….” Chen Jinpeng turned deathly pale. Chen Family despite not being weak, he is only Chen Family’s *******. If Zhao Yuliang wanted to teach him, who would stop him from doing so? Even if he entered the hospital, Chen Family wouldn’t do anything for him, so he was scared to almost directly kneeling: “Brother Liang, you have to believe me ah, Xiao Chen has fallen. Only if I had brain damage, would I continue being his little brother, I’m not like Zhu Yingxiong that pig head!”

Zhao Yuliang frowned, Chen Jinpeng’s words were reasonable, and he felt that Chen Jinpeng wasn’t a fool. He shouldn’t be able to two-time, but unfortunately, Chen Jinpeng did two-time.

“You say you don’t know about the matters a moment ago? How can you prove it?” Zhao Yuliang asked.

“This…how can I prove ah, yesterday I was at the basketball tournament, I had shamed Xiao Chen. How can he and I be a group ah, Brother Liang can clearly check!” Chen Jinpeng distressingly said with caution.

Zhao Yuliang nodded, it was reasonable, yesterday Chen Jinpeng and Xiao Chen just had broken off. It happened yesterday, however when going to beat Xiao Chen and bringing him a bigger injury today he was injured. After all for dandy’s like Xiao Chen, being beaten is nothing, but losing face in front of an audience, that was worse than death ah! ⌈1

Of course, Zhao Yuliang had mistakenly judged Xiao Chen, that face-wanting dandy young master was only Xiao Chen’s disguise. The real Xiao Chen simply did not care. Face, how could it compare to life?

“Chen Jinpeng, I see that you have schizophrenia, you’d better go see a doctor.” Zhao Yuliang said coldly: “This time’s matter, never mind. However, if there’s a next time, I don’t mind letting you die!” ⌈2

“Definitely no next time….” Chen Jinpeng wiped his forehead sweat: “It must have been from drinking too much alcohol last night, my mind was somewhat not sober….right, it must have been this!”

“Later on be more careful!” Zhao Yuliang rubbed his swollen face, saying it angrily.

If it wasn’t for that Chen Jinpeng was Xiao Chen’s former little brother, and the sense of humiliation that Xiao Chen gave him was worse than this humiliation, Zhao Yuliang really would have kicked Chen Jinpeng away! But after thinking about, he endured it and believed Chen Jinpeng one time.


Inside the theater of a restaurant, there sat two middle-aged men. One of them wore a Chinese robe and one look could tell that he was a successful businessman, whereas the other one was obviously a powerful Fighter at a glance.

But, the two people at this moment were plotting something. After a while, the two men had apparently come to a consensus and both of them went out of the theater, and left.

This white-robed man that was driving back was actually the head of the Nine Aristocratic Families, Cheng Family!

“Young House Master, you’re back! House Master is in the meeting hall, and told us to tell you to go directly there after you came back.” A disciple of the Cheng Family told him.

This person was Cheng Family’s Young House Master, as well as Cheng Mengying’s father, Cheng Zhongming. He currently is a Sixth Layer Inner Qi Fighter, and in the younger generation, it is a fierce existence.

“I understand.” Cheng Zhongming nodded, quickly walked to the meeting hall. At this moment, Cheng Family’s Cheng Old Master, Cheng Tianqiu was sitting was sitting on the seat of honor in the meeting hall, and in front of him was Cheng Zhongming’s younger brother Cheng Zhongfan. ⌈3

“Big brother, you came back!” Cheng Zhongfan saw that Cheng Zhongming came back, and anxiously asked: “How is it, is there any news about Third Brother?”

“None, previously I went to ask the Fighter’s Association. The other trial squads came back and only Xiao Feng and Third Brother’s trial teams have no news….” Cheng Zhongming sighed, saying with some helplessness.

“Xiao Feng! Harming my son and going missing, irritating this old man!” Cheng Tianqiu beat on his chair’s armrests, bellowing hatefully: “Right, how is Xiao Feng’s little ******* now? Dead or not? I heard that he jumped off a cliff to his death.”

“Father, Xiao Chen hasn’t died, the jump off a cliff is just a rumor.” Cheng Zhongming got news last night and knew that Xiao Chen didn’t die, only Cheng Old Master didn’t know.

“Not dead?” Cheng Tianqiu frowned: “Zhongming, Zhongfan, you guys talk. Afterwards, how will we deal with Xiao Chen that little *******? Thinking of him makes me want to move him!”

“Father, nowadays Xiao Chen has fallen. Our Cheng Family is the head of the Nine Aristocratic Families, so it’s not good to be extreme. These ruthless matters, if we let other Aristocratic Families see, they will think that Cheng Family is too overbearing….”

“Overbearing? This old man is always overbearing!” Cheng Tianqiu coldly snorted, saying: “Zhongqian is missing with life and death unknown, it’s all Xiao Feng that *******’s decision error. His son should pay the debts of his father! Zhongming, I know Xiao Feng is your sworn brother, but you should also think, is your sworn brother comparable to your blood relative?”

“Zhongming understands!” Cheng Zhongming’s heart was a little cold, quickly replying.

“Then you tell me, how should we deal with Xiao Chen?” Cheng Tianqiu could not catch and hold onto a junior, but his most outstanding son was missing, and he had no way to vent his anger on Xiao Family, so he could only select a soft persimmon to pinch, to vent his anger on Xiao Feng’s dandy son!

In any case Xiao Chen was a dandy waste and couldn’t even cultivate Inner Qi. He was a waste that couldn’t contribute anything to the family, therefore Xiao Family wouldn’t come to Cheng Family to fight to death, so Cheng Tianqiu wanted to vent his anger on Xiao Chen’s body.

“Father, as a matter of fact, sometimes the pleasure of revenge doesn’t come from killing people, but torturing the person! If Xiao Chen is tortured and humiliated, wouldn’t father feel even better?” Cheng Zhongming asked.

“Ah? You’re telling me, what you mean is, we should go torment and humiliate Xiao Chen?” Cheng Tianqiu listened to Cheng Zhongming’s words with a little interest.

Cheng Zhongfan was also surprised for a moment, somewhat surprised looking at Cheng Zhongming! Cheng Zhongming and Xiao Feng are sworn brothers, and with this relationship, Cheng Zhongming was destined to have some favor towards Xiao Chen. However, how could he put forth such a proposal? Could it be that Cheng Zhongming was also mad at Xiao Feng?



References


  1. TLN: Okay, I don’t know how to TL the whole thing. 
  2. TLN: Schizophrenia is a mental disorder. 
  3. TLN: So Cheng! 

Chapter 13 – Mutually Learning



Talking about Zhu Yingxiong’s Zhu Family’s placement, they actually had once been part of the Four Large Aristocratic Five Small Aristocratic Family Alliance, ranked at the last rank family. However, at last year’s Aristocratic Family Conference, they were kicked out of the alliance.

While Zhu Yingxiong is the heir to the family, he normally didn’t have a good time and had become Zhao Yuliang’s bullying target. Xiao Chen, however, insulted Zhao Yuliang to help him out, and Zhu Yingxiong henceforth, became Xiao Chen’s lackey.

To the former Xiao Chen, it was merely just a lift of a hand, but for Zhu Yingxiong, it was the grace of a flowing river, because Xiao Chen from then on let him live with more dignity!

Things afterwards, on the eve of the Family Conference, in Zhu Family’s family conference, Zhu Family was ready to give up participating in the Family Conference. Being kicked out of the Aristocratic family ranks was already a certainty, and going would only be a loss of face, just more embarrassment, why look for abuse?

Only, around this time, Zhu Family’s Ancestor had come home! In fact, to be honest, this Ancestor was Zhu Family’s granduncle, he isn’t a direct descendant, but even so, he is considered Zhu Family’s Ancestor!

Just how powerful Zhu Family’s Ancestor was, Xiao Chen didn’t know, but he did know that after Zhu Family’s Ancestor came back, he went to Cheng Family. Later during the Family Conference, Cheng Family actually supported Zhu Family from being the last of the Five Small Aristocratic Families to the head of the Five Small Aristocratic Families!

Although Cheng Family was the head of the nine families, Cheng’s Head proposed that Zhu Family be the head of the Five Small Aristocratic Families for no reason at all making them dissatisfied. It was just that, when the Ancestor appeared, the people present all shut up, and everyone agreed that Zhu Family should be the head of the Five Small Aristocratic Families…

However the Ancestor didn’t have the idea of power in his mind, just as long as Zhu Family maintained its status.

The presence of such a powerful person, unexpectedly fancying Zhu Yingxiong, decided to make him the inheritor. Thus, Zhu Family’s non-Fighter family had children embarking on the road of cultivation. But Zhu Yingxiong cultivated relatively late, and didn’t even have First Layer Inner Qi strength. He had just touched the edge of that barrier and this is also the reason his father beat him into this. ⌈1

Xiao Chen patted Zhu Yingxiong’s shoulder, although there were no words, it expressed everything clearly.

Zhu Yingxiong’s sincerity, Xiao Chen saw in eyes, it was just, he is faced with the situation that Zhu Yingxiong couldn’t help. Zhu Family’s Ancestor was also impossible just based on Zhu Yingxiong’s relationship with himself, not to mention Zhu Yingxiong, Zhu Family’s matter, that Ancestor wasn’t multipurpose. ⌈2

“Right, Boss, you’re all right? Yesterday I heard you committed suicide ah. I was living in the hospital and really couldn’t move ah. Finally I got a little better this morning, then my several little brothers gave me a call, saying that Zhao Yuliang and Chen Jinpeng were seeking trouble with you! I’m glad you didn’t commit suicide at the same time, while I was running over, feared that those trash asked you for trouble, however I didn’t think that they would be fighting each other?”

“No problems….what could have happened?” Xiao Chen’s manner of speaking, with a tint of frustration: “Why would they fight, the reason isn’t clear….but it’s clear that Chen Jinpeng isn’t doing it out of conscience.”

“I also say that it can’t be, this kid is displeasing to my eyes, if not for him following you earlier than me, ****, I would have long since done him in!” Zhu Yingxiong said.

Xiao Chen nodded, saying nothing further.

Zhu Yingxiong thought Xiao Chen was in a bad mood, also stopped speaking further. What he didn’t know was, the Xiao Chen now didn’t know what attitude to use to face Zhu Yingxiong, whether to show his original appearance, or continue to pose as a dandy?

If he continued to pose as a dandy, he would be seen as an ‘incurable sucker’, and maybe Zhu Yingxiong would see him as ‘incurable’ and also stay away an arm’s length. Of course, with Zhu Yingxiong’s character, it is unlikely to occur.

Zhu Family’s strength, as Zhu Family’s grandson Young Master Yingxiong, remained Xiao Chen’s little brother, without the slightest dissatisfaction, a little brother after Chen Jinpeng, simply was Xiao Chen’s sidekick.

Xiao Chen, naturally didn’t want to deceive him, but Xiao Chen was afraid of exposing himself. There were violent enemies plotting against himself, so within the contradiction, Xiao Chen can only pick temporary silence.

In the school building’s hallway, Chen Jinpeng and Zhao Yuliang with the others were still fighting it out, until the school’s security came, just to force them apart! This school was Chen Family’s investment building. While Chen Family was naturally a quiet family, the school’s security chief was actually a Second Layer Inner Qi Fighter, but he was a Second Layer Inner Qi Fighter Peak about to break through Third Layer Inner Qi Fighter. This showed how powerful Chen Family was!

This is also the reason why Chen Family proudly stayed outside the Nine Aristocratic Families.

“Zhao Yuliang, Chen Jinpeng, what is this all about?” The security chief gulped and asked, dealing with these dandys, only the security chief personally stepped forward for the job: “Don’t you know that the school bans brawling inside the school? Do you want to be expelled?”

Zhao Yuliang looked angrily at Chen Jinpeng, wanted to fight out the anger, but he didn’t dare talk about the fighting matter. Although Xiao Chen had fallen, if the children from families troubled each other, this would be done in private, it couldn’t be talked about on the surface. Once the school knew, then they would be severely punished!

Although these children from the families wouldn’t be expelled, however this was Chen Family’s school ah, if they were expelled, it would be shameful ah! They would be ashamed to lift up their heads in front of the children from other families!

Moreover, Zhao Yuliang wanted to pursue Cheng Mengying, if he was expelled, how would he pursue, and what face would he have to pursue?

“Chief Chen, the Aristocratic Families Conference is coming up soon, you also should know, when that time comes there will be a competition between juniors. I and Chen Jinpeng were just exchanging notes in advance, exchanging notes using action, this and fighting are two different matters!” Although Zhao Yuliang was aggrieved, however he didn’t forget to stare at Chen Jinpeng’s eyes, and asked: “Right? Chen Jinpeng?”

“Right, Chief Chen, but my strength was a little too strong, and Brother Liang….Zhao Yuliang had a little difference, so I let them try together, to balance the strength!” Chen Jinpeng’s good explanation told of why Zhao Yuliang’s little brothers joined in on the fight.

Chief Chen naturally didn’t believe them, but he also knew Xiao Chen had fallen and his little brother Chen Jinpeng switched to Zhao Yuliang’s side. That is to say, Zhao Yuliang and Chen Jinpeng were a group, they had no reason to fight!

However, even if it was comparing notes, why the extreme methods? These two people were obviously not injured lightly, but since both parties said nothing, Chief Chen wasn’t willing to be meddling, waved his hand: “Okay, since there’s no problems, then quickly go to class, don’t block up the way!”



References


  1. TLN: No, not the gay ‘fancying’. 
  2. TLN: He means that just based on their relationship alone, the Ancestor couldn’t be bothered 

Chapter 12 – Zhu Yingxiong



To be honest, the people shocked was not only Zhao Yuliang and his brothers, there was Xiao Chen himself!

He thought it was strange, Chen Jinpeng suddenly attacking Zhao Yuliang like a madman, putting on an exciting show of dog fights dog. Right, it’s Tian Lao!

Xiao Chen suddenly remembered the words Tian Lao said before, ‘do you need help’, this is probably Tian Lao’s sinister plot, but how did Tian Lao do it?

“Tian Lao, it’s your doing, right?” Xiao Chen at this moment, gained back control of his body. It was just for a moment that Tian Lao took over his body.

“Hehe, Little Chenzi, seems like you’re not stupid, right, it was my doing.” Tian Lao replied proudly. ⌈1

“You….how did you do it?” Xiao Chen was very astonished, refusing to acknowledge Tian Lao’s cocky pretended force tone.

“Cultivating true virtue, by having a strong spiritual force, impacting others thoughts can be done.” Tian Lao replied. ⌈2

“Influencing other people’s thoughts?” It dawned on Xiao Chen, and he could not help but be excited: “Originally it was this, cultivating true virtue is actually this overpowered?” Initially, Xiao Chen thought that cultivating true virtue was an alternate route, that only through special methods could he achieve the strength of a fighter, but now it seems that this wasn’t how it was!

“Nonsense, cultivating true virtue is a high-end and overpowered profession, how about it, this teacher was pretty powerful right? Are you convinced now?” Tian Lao asked.

“Very powerful, but when can I influence other people’s thoughts?” Xiao Chen asked with some expectations.

“You’re just First Layer Qi-Training, don’t aim too high.” Tian Lao reminded him.

Xiao Chen was unwilling, really wanting to ask, when the sound of snorting and huffing asked: “Tian Lao, Tian Lao, I heard Chen Jinpeng that domestic animal and Zhao Yuliang wants to make trouble with you, I’m not late right? This Old Zhu has come!”

Xiao Chen turned around and saw a huge bandaged sphere running here extremely quickly. The speed didn’t match his body, however the speed was extremely fast!

Xiao Chen’s heart moved a little, the person coming was another of his little brothers called Zhu Yingxiong. Yesterday, when Xiao Chen fell into dire straits, Zhu Yingxiong didn’t come to school, so Xiao Chen subconsciously thought, ‘Zhu Yingxiong is also ungrateful, betrayed him’, didn’t think that this early morning would run over. What surprised Xiao Chen the most, was that he was wrapped in bandages, and had simply became a mummy ball.

“Zhu Yingxiong?” If not for his body and voice, Xiao Chen almost wouldn’t have recognized him.

“Boss, have I arrived late ah….eh?” When Zhu Yingxiong ran over here, actually stunned looking at the scene, Chen Jinpeng, Zhou Yuliang, Zhou Yuliang’s little brothers were fighting, this is simply chaos ah!

“****, Boss, they haven’t gone crazy right?”

“Who knows? Before Zhao Yuliang came looking for trouble, Chen Jinpeng told me that he wanted to help me teach a lesson to Zhao Yuliang, so I accepted, and you see the results…” Xiao Chen shrugged, and said with innocence.

Indeed he was innocent, it had nothing to do with him, it was obviously Tian Lao.

“Could it be that this domestic animal is actually playing out internal affairs? Wrong ah, this isn’t his character ah, he isn’t really crazy right?” Zhu Yingxiong looked surprised at Chen Jinpeng who was in the middle of the fray, said to himself. ⌈3

“Who knows, let’s go, don’t bother with them.” Xiao Chen said to Zhu Yingxiong, beckoned his hand to Chen Jinpeng, and said: “Jinpeng, you did a good job!”

Chen Jinpeng was still madly beating Zhao Yuliang, and Zhao Yuliang protected his vital areas at the same time, in the eyes was a flash of malice, Xiao Chen, don’t be proud of yourself!

“Boss ah, you aren’t really expelled from Xiao Family right?” After the two left, walked into the classroom, Zhu Yingxiong asked.

“Not wrong….” Xiao Chen sighed slightly and gazed at Zhu Yingxiong’s face, however, what Xiao Chen saw in his eyes, was worry and concern without the slightest ridicule or gloating. Seeing this, Zhu Yingxiong isn’t a two-faced vile person, yesterday he didn’t appear, I have wronged him, his injury, estimated to have relations for not going to school yesterday!

“Ah? It’s real ah! ****, then the broken engagement is also real?” Zhu Yingxiong exclaimed.

“Also right….” Xiao Chen nodded.

“Forget it, there are plenty of girls, Boss, you also have me ah!” Zhu Yingxiong comforted.

Xiao Chen felt a chill….also have you?

“Right, how did you get injured? Right now I’m already not Young Master Xiao, how can you still call me boss?” Xiao Chen asked.

“****, once a boss, lifetime is a boss, I’m not Chen Jinpeng that domestic animal, as for this injury….it’s from falling….” Zhu Yingxiong was obviously reluctant to mention his injury.

“Old Zhu, thank you.” Xiao Chen’s heart was touched, only, Xiao Chen looked at Zhu Yingxiong’s eyes, asked: “You jumped off a cliff? Entire body can be covered from a fall injury? Who are you kidding?”

“E….” Zhu Yingxiong’s face delayed a bit, bitterly smiled: “****, indeed is Boss, one glance can see all the flaws. Okay then, to be honest, yesterday I learned that you were kicked out of your house, Cheng Family broke off the engagement, so I went to school to back you up, but my father didn’t agree, so I got into a argument with him, and as a result I got beat up like this….”

Although Zhu Yingxiong’s words were simple, however Xiao Chen knew, the circumstances was probably more intense, for the argument to make him into this appearance, could an argument accomplish this? Xiao Chen’s mind, only deeply moved, Chen Jinpeng that domestic animal doesn’t count, just having Zhu Yingxiong as a younger brother is sufficient! Knew that, Zhu Yingxiong would never betray, however he was dandy Young Master Xiao ah!

“Then how did you come out?” Xiao Chen felt it was a little weird, after being beaten into this kind of state, how did Zhu Family agree with Zhu Yingxiong’s running out today.

“Hehe, it was my family’s Ancestor who opened his mouth, told my father not to bother with my matters, if there’s a problem, Ancestor could carry it! Thus, my father’s didn’t even dare to fart!” Zhu Yingxiong replied proudly. ⌈4

Xiao Chen nodded, Zhu Family’s Ancestor, Xiao Chen knew, only that Ancestor could utter such arrogant words. The juniors from other families kept an arm’s distance from Xiao Chen, fearing the wrath of their families, while Zhu Yingxiong’s father wouldn’t let him and me communicate, actually it makes sense.

Respected families, consider the overall interests of the family through pros and cons, rather than personal interests, Zhu Family would naturally be reluctant to offend Cheng Family over small matters, however Zhu Family’s Ancestor spoke, so people in Zhu Family didn’t dare say anything, because, that Cheng Family’s old household head wasn’t a rash person!



References


  1. TLN: The ‘my’ in this sentence is referring to himself as a venerable man 
  2. TLN: I don’t know what “修真者” is, so it’s ‘Comprehension’ for now. Edit: It will now be called ‘cultivating true virtue’ 
  3. TLN: Acting in a play is roughly what ‘playing out internal affairs’ would mean 
  4. TLN: Broken English, but understandable. The Ancestor is the granduncle of Zhu Family. 

Chapter 11 – Chen Jinpeng’s Insanity



“Little Chenzi, you’re nervous ah?” As Zhao Yuliang’s playful voice faded, Tian Lao’s joking voice sounded in Xiao Chen’s ear.

“****! Tian Lao, can you not add to the trouble, I’ve been embarrassed enough!” Xiao Chen responded a bit helplessly.

“Ha, Young Master Xiao can also look so cold? This look is quite sharp ah, I’m so scared ah!” Zhao Yuliang saw Xiao Chen’s cold eyes, without the slightest sliver of fear, and even laughed unscrupulously.

Yesterday with regards to Xiao Chen not dying matter, Zhao Yuliang was a bit annoyed, his mother’s eggs, he had booked a table at Songning City’s largest hotel Jade Sea Heavenly Temple, ready to celebrate with his new little brother Chen Jinpeng and little brother once and for all about Xiao Chen’s death! ⌈1

However he didn’t expect that, after just going to the school gate to see that Xiao Chen was kicking, how couldn’t he be annoyed? Originally yesterday wanted to fix Xiao Chen up to purge his anger. However when he wanted to, Cheng Mengying appeared. In front of Cheng Mengying, Zhao Yuliang couldn’t be too overbearing. Although Zhao Yuliang knew that Cheng Mengying didn’t like Xiao Chen, but in front of her, he couldn’t beat her ex-fiance, it would be like slapping her face, so Zhao Yuliang endured!

Only, this morning when he heard a little brother’s report, he was driven to the limits of forbearance! The night before, Shen Jingxuan took an advantage in pursuing Cheng Mengying, unexpectedly slipping Xiao Chen a packet of money! Although he knew the personality of Shen Jingxuan, when encountering beggars giving charity once or twice, but, if not for Cheng Mengying telling Shen Jingxuan that Xiao Chen had no money, why would Shen Jingxuan give money to Xiao Chen?

Why would Cheng Goddess show so much concern for Xiao Chen? Is it just because Xiao Chen was her former fiance? Thus, when shamed until anger, Zhao Yuliang just bought Chen Jingpeng and a few little brothers early in the morning to block Xiao Chen, ready to teach him a lesson, and then afterwards warn him from approaching Cheng Mingying.

“Hehe, do you need help?” Sounded Tian Lao’s voice again.

“Help? You can help?” Xiao Chen frowned slightly, even if Tian Lao helped him fight, that’s still exposing strength right? That’s not what Xiao Chen wanted to see.

“Of course, I don’t plan on showing both hands, do you admire me, this master? Now it looks like, you don’t respect me ah!” Tian Lao said with pretended force.

Xiao Chen wanted to talk a bit to Tian Lao, when Chen Jinpeng who wasn’t so far behind from Zhao Yuliang, pretending to just have found this situation, opened his mouth to say: “Aiya, isn’t this boss! Boss, did you encounter any trouble? Little brother is here, just say it boss!”

Chen Jinpeng deliberately did this, also wanting to humiliate Xiao Chen, to let Xiao Chen feel a difference of Heaven and Earth. To beat up Xiao Chen so ruthlessly that he would feel inferior.

“Haha, Xiao Chen, if I were you, I would be unable to show my face, you don’t mean to tell me, you also need a little brother to protect you? Oh, right, there’s also your former fiancée!” Zhao Yuliang was also acting with Chen Jinpeng: “If I were you, afraid that already ashamed to not showing my face, even if not commit suicide, would quickly transfer, still have face here? I’ll give you one piece of advice, in the future, stay away from Cheng Mengying!”

Transfer? Xiao Chen’s mind had a slight movement, right ah, he could transfer ah! Here, he stood out, had to fight against someone in the dark, wanting to catch him would be countless suffering and hardship, but if he transfers, the person that wants to kill him, would have to go to the new school to find him, in this way, the familiar faces will be exposed!

Xiao Chen didn’t think that Zhao Yuliang’s advice would inadvertently remind him! However…Xiao Chen smiled bitterly immediately. The him right now was a Xiao Family’s Young Master that lost his home. If he wanted money, there was no money. If he wanted background, he had no background. What could he use to transfer?

Not paying the transfer fees for a new school, would anyone let him go?

“Okay, Chen Jinpeng, Zhao Yuliang this goods dare to insult me, beat him up for me, until his mother can’t recognize him!” Xiao Chen suddenly shouted loudly! But, Xiao Chen heart tragedy was, this wasn’t his ************* shout ah, it was ******* Tian Lao who took over his body, and shouted!

Therefore, this sentence from Xiao Chen made Zhao Yuliang and his little brothers stunned, this Xiao Chen again **, shouldn’t be stupid to this state right? Chen Jinpeng made it clear that he wanted to humiliate him, did he really believe?

Only, what made Zhao Yuliang even more surprised was, Chen Jinpeng actually shouted loudly: “Yes! Boss, don’t worry, Zhao Yuliang dares humiliate you, I’ll let him know, the person insulting must be disgraced!”

“?” Zhao Yuliang was a bit surprised, somewhat surprised to see that Chen Jinpeng being the same, he thought that Chen Jinpeng didn’t need to act anymore right? However, the next moment, he saw a fist in front of him getting larger, and kept enlarging….

“Peng!”

Zhao Yuliang’s face suffered a punch from Chen Jinpeng, and Zhao Yuliang immediately screamed ‘Ah’, took two steps back with a nosebleed, looked aghast at Chen Jinpeng: “Chen Jinpeng, you…”

“Peng!”

What answered Zhao Yuliang was an overcast leg, Chen Jinpeng directly kicked Zhao Yuliang’s ‘little brother’, Zhao Yuliang suddenly clutched his crotch and jumped back, sweating in pain!

Chen Jinpeng was a Second Layer expert ah, this attacking Zhao Yuliang body, like he didn’t want his life!

“**** your mother, Chen Jinpeng, have you gone crazy!” Zhao Yuliang yelled out.

Only, Chen Jinpeng’s answer to Zhao Yuliang was a slap to the face.

“Pa!”

Zhao Yuliang’s face was beaten.

Zhao Yuliang’s younger brothers were stunned seeing Chen Jinpeng’s fight, with doubts in heart, this Chen Jinpeng isn’t playing out an internal affair ah? Before pretending refuge, was actually a chance to humiliate Zhao Yuliang at an appropriate opportunity?

But….this makes no sense ah! Xiao Chen had already lost everything, a young master in dire straits, where did he have the same compatibility as Zhao Yuliang?

Zhao Yuliang, and his little fellows were shocked!

“Stop, stop for me, beat this lunatic up for me!” Zhao Yuliang and several of his little brothers angrily shouted.

These little brothers hesitated, they surely were Zhao Yuliang’s little brothers, but they weren’t bodyguards. They were only school students, and the most powerful was only a First Layer Inner Qi fighter. Chen Jinpeng was a Second Layer Inner Qi fighter, this wasn’t a secret in Zhao Yuliang’s circles, that was also the reason why they didn’t dare to start!

However now, Zhao Yuliang has commanded, these little brothers didn’t have the means to refuse. They could only bite the bullet, or else the consequences would be even more severe.

Thus, Xiao Chen’s eyes looked at the tangled warfare. Chen Jinpeng went all out on beating Zhao Yuliang, while the little brothers of Zhao Yuliang were trying to beat Chen Jinpeng. Fortunately Chen Jinpeng’s was as if possessed, just attacking Zhao Yuliang, indifferent to the little brothers trying to beat him.



References


  1. TLN: No idea if Yigan Yiqian is a name or not | Edit: I realized YiGan YiQian might be ‘once and for all’ after saying it in my head. Not too sure. 

Chapter 180 – Disturbance



Ever since she came across Xiao Chen, Yan Qingcheng ran out of luck through and through. First, she was caught as a slave and was put in a difficult situation. Then, she was forced to train the Obliterate Demon Absolute God. On the surface, Xiao Chen was her vessel, but in reality, she was controlled by Xiao Chen. Since then, she was unable to do anything to him.

Although it was unlikely for Yan Qingcheng to harbor killing intent, every time she thought of these, she would still get so angry to the point that the roots of her teeth were itching. In the past, she also had an ambitious ideal, but now, she only had one desire; to master the Obliterate Demon Absolute God as soon as possible and break away from this awkward relations with Xiao Chen.

Looking at her former top ranked enemy getting stronger and stronger, Yan Qingcheng felt all the more powerless. She had already heard about Xiao Chen’s crazy action last night. In order to breakthrough the Ninth Celestial Layer, he went all over the place challenging the youth experts. He engaged in several life and death battle in one night, oppressing one powerful enemy after another in succession.

Although she didn’t get the exact information, Yan Qingcheng had an indistinct feeling that this hateful guy before her would most likely break through the bottleneck successfully. If that was the case, it would be all the more challenging to break away from Xiao Chen. The first requirement to break away from the restriction of the vessel was to surpass the vessel in power.

“Thank you!” Xiao Chen received the invitation card and said to Yan Qingcheng with a smile, “I’ll treat you to something another day.”

“Hmph!” Yan Qingcheng let out a cold humph. She shot a glance at him with her limpid water eyes. Then she swung her beautiful hips as she turned around. Her ice-cold voice contained a hint of taunting, “You are not thinking of inviting me to the Moonflower Castle to have a meal right?”

“Hehe…” Xiao Chen did not mind and said with a very sincere expression, “We are a family anyway, it’s the same wherever we go.”

Yan Qingcheng stamped on the ground with her slender body and turned around immediately, “Who are family with you?!”

Xiao Chen said very calmly, “The elders from your family said it with their own mouth that you are already betrothed to me. Because of this, someone tried to mount a sneak attack on me with the god killing weapon, Pasteur. I narrowly lost my life in the hand of this ancient weapon! This kind of thing already happened, there’s no way your Undying Sect can refuse to admit it anymore. Or did you have a sudden change of mind?”

“You…” Yan Qingcheng said furiously, “I never heard of this before. You better stop acting so shamelessly, otherwise don’t blame the Undying Sect for showing no mercy.”

“Very well, I will go to the Undying Sect with you now and ask your elders face-to-face. If they are not intent on marrying you off, then why are they setting me up like this?” Xiao Chen did not feel embarrassed at all and talked confidently.

If Yan Qingcheng was stronger, she really wanted to teach Xiao Chen a lesson or two. However, right now, she could only let out a humph, unfold the Undying Divine Wings, and run away without turning back.

“Go after her quickly!” Zhuge fatty said as he was wiping his drool.

“There’s no reason to chase after her now. If I have free time several days later, I will directly go to the Undying Sect to receive my wife.” Xiao Chen replied very bluntly, but nevertheless, he had an indifferent expression.

His voice transmitted clearly to Yan Qingcheng, who was flying in the sky. When she heard these words, her beautiful body inclined towards the side and narrowly fell from the sky.

“Xiao Chen, why don’t you drop dead and dream on!”

“Whether it’s a dream or not, you will know once you go back to your sect several days later.”

Looking at the absolutely beautiful figure making her getaway, Zhuge fatty said with envy, “To be able to marry a beauty as equally famous as Fairsnow, it’s worth it even if I end up dead.”

“Bang!”

At the side, Fairsky directly sent the fatty flying again with a kick. “You ******* fatty, you really are the worst. For the past many years, you were actually fantasizing about my sister all along…”

“Filthy! This is called a secret crush, do you understand?” The fatty was explaining as he climbed up from the ground. He had a confident expression and did not feel embarrassed.

During the afternoon, the Honrado Auction House finally dropped their curtains.

The price reached in the auction was eight hundred thousand gold coins.

The instant they received this news, Zhuge fatty immediately jumped up and shouted, “Black-box operation, it’s definitely black-box operation!”

The fatty patted his thigh and said with certainty, “According to the momentum this noon, let’s not say one million gold coins, even reaching 1.5 million wouldn’t be that hard. How come it reached a deal with only eight hundred thousand gold coins? There must be some dark secrets!”

Fairsky was also very furious. He had once went to the scene to find out the situation. He knew this price level was relatively low compared to the actual value of the ancient spear Pasteur.

As a result, when the people they sent to find out the inside story returned, the two of them immediately became speechless. That was because the Zhuge family and the Fair family were suspected to be involved in this dark secrets.

Few big families in Celestial City worked together to manipulate the price under-the-table. Their powerful force made the other competitors choose to give up grudgingly.

Within the Celestial City, the old bastards from a few big families worked together to obtain the ancient spear Pasteur. They were preparing to do a collaborative research on this ominous weapon that was passed down by the ancient clan.

After all, the price of the ancient spear Pasteur was too high. Even the big families would feel dizzy just looking at the amount. That’s why they played this kind of dirty hand.

Zhuge fatty and Fairsky felt a bit awkward. After all, their respective families were involved.

Xiao Chen did not feel particularly furious. A lot of things in this world couldn’t be done in earnest, otherwise they would die an unsightly death.

However, the old bastards from the big families still gave Xiao Chen some face. They sent someone to pass on a message to Xiao Chen: Don’t need to worry about the true owner of the ancient spear Pasteur, we will take care of him.

Xiao Chen had yet to reach that height, so he didn’t know how would the elders cope with it.

Relatively speaking, this outcome was pretty good. He received eight hundred thousand gold coins without any foundation. No matter how they put it, this was still an extravagant amount.

However, Xiao Chen knew these large sum of gold coins would be spent like running water. That was because he wanted to buy spiritual items. And this time, he was no longer buying any ordinary old ginsengs or reishi mushrooms. He entrusted all the money to the fatty, telling him that if he wanted to buy, he should be buying those rarely seen spiritual items!

After hearing how Xiao Chen wanted to spend these money, the fatty still felt heartache even though the money was not his. He kept muttering to himself, “He’s really such a spendthrift! There are so many well off families in the south, but I have never seen anyone spending so crazily on spiritual items before.”

Without a doubt, Xiao Chen was a genuine spendthrift in the fatty’s eyes, and a crazy practitioner beyond redemption in the eyes of Fairsky.

“You sure there are really that kind of legendary items?” After all, the amount was too enormous. Even Xiao Chen was afraid of spending but getting nothing in return.

“As long as you are willing to pay, the goods will definitely be worth your money. In the Celestial City, there are at least fix to six rare spiritual items! What kind of place do you think is the south? A Pure Land where the spiritual items are growing within thousands of miles of territory, so of course they are the genuine articles! I am talking about those few over there, they are the most valuable treasure in this store. Each of them cost two to three hundred thousand gold coins. Even those big families would feel heartache to buy it. That’s why nobody is interested in them all along. Only a real spendthrift like you would spend money on them like it is nothing.”

According to his prediction, eight hundred thousand gold coins could more or less divinize three of his acupoints. However, he had to plan carefully and buy the right stuff.

I will let you handle this matter. I’m not afraid of spending, but you must make sure they are the genuine articles!”

Any ordinary spiritual items only had a little effect on Xiao Chen. What he required was an absolute gem like the dragon ginseng. However, those kind of things could only be found serendipitously.

“Alright, I will help you cut down the price of this Grade Nine Lotus in the next two days.” This was the first time the fatty was in control of this much gold coins. Although it was not his money, he still felt his back getting very stiff.

In the evening, the Celestial City burst into disorder. The ancient spear Pasteur had been stolen!

The representative of the buyer was turned into meat paste on the spot. It seemed like everyone was not able to react in time as a black shadow swept along with the bloody spear towards a distant location.

It was extremely noisy. A lot of experts were dispatched, but they were unable to catch up to that black shadow.

Only until the evening did the rumor spread out. The true owner of the ancient spear Pasteur made his move and got far away from Celestial City after snatching the bloody spear.

This night was just as noisy as the last.

Of course, the leading role tonight was no longer Xiao Chen. It was that super powerful warrior from the small tribe of the west. According to the grapevine, an old ******* from a certain family was heavily injured by the true owner of Pasteur. He was coughing out blood incessantly.

Although a lot of experts were chasing all the way, the outcome was very disappointing. They didn’t manage to get back Pasteur.

This was a sleepless night for many people.

However, Xiao Chen was sleeping very soundly. He already got hold of a huge amount of gold coins. Even the commission had already been paid for by the major families. The loss of the ancient weapon was no longer related to him.

The true owner made his move against the buyer and shifted his enmity to them. In regards to him, there were no better news than this.

The next day, this event was known by everyone in the Celestial City. The few major families lost their faces, but there’s nothing they could do about it. ⌈1

Leaving the south and go after him in the west? That’s impossible! Legend said that although the tribe was small, they were still the descendant of the ancient race. Even though their blood was already not as pure, they were still not a bunch that could be easily provoked.

“Interesting, so interesting!”

“Haha, this is a gargantuan mockery.”

……

Many people rejoiced in other people’s misfortune. There were also many people feeling very regretful. They were not able to keep the god killing weapon in the south, that’s such a pity.

The evening of the next day, that important banquet mentioned by the fatty was about to begin.

The venue; Mander family’s mansion.

The warbeast tournament was about to begin. Mander family, Zhuge family, and Fair family were the owners of three major warbeast castles in the Celestial City. The Mander family was in control of the Beast King Castle, the Zhuge Family was in control of the Amber Warbeast Castle, and the Fair family was in control of the Antarctic Warbeast Castle, they were in charge of the warbeast tournament this time. Before the tournament, they hereby conducted a banquet and invited many celebrities, as well as major competitors.

The starlight flickered in the night sky. Mander family’s ancient castle was imposing. It gave off a heavy pressure like a lofty mountain under the dim light of the night.

“Please present your invitation card.” The head of the imperial guard strictly inspected every guest’s invitation card at the entrance.

When Xiao Chen arrived with the fatty and Fairsky, they just happened to come across Hofmann and Lidong Bo at the entrance. When Hofmann saw Xiao Chen, his eyes turned red as he turned around to glare at him ferociously.

Endless stream of people were entering and exiting the ancient castle of the Mander family. Naturally, each and every one of them were aristocrats with some influence and powerful practitioners. Of course, there were no lack of upper-class women and young ladies.

The wide hall was a dazzling sight, it was not crowded even with several hundred people attending the banquet. The light spilled by the crystal chandelier made the hall incomparably gorgeous in contrast. Numerous aristocrats and practitioners were divided into groups of three or four. They bumped their cups repeatedly and had a lively chat.

In the front, there was a tall and extremely handsome youth with aqua blue long hair. Even if he was in a crowd, he still stood out from the masses. He possessed an indescribable temperament.

Obviously, he was very popular. There’s a lot of people surrounding him. More than half of them were female, he was surrounded by well developed young married women and good-looking young ladies. However, although these beauties were graceful, the passion in their eyes were not in agreement with their status.

“Did you see it? This is the freak from Mander family, Katalina’s flesh and blood brother.” Fairsky introduced to Xiao Chen.

This was not the first time Xiao Chen had heard people addressing Katalina’s eldest brother like this. This was obviously a handsome youth, but he was actually called a freak in the world of martial arts. It was easy to imagine how powerful and dreadful he was.

He had encountered him at the city gate of Celestial City once. That time, numerous Ninth Celestial Layer experts had clashed with Xiao Chen once, but this blue-haired youth didn’t attack him at that time. It made Xiao Chen unable to grasp his true strength.

“This guy… you actually dare to come to my house?!” A lovely young lady with blue hair flung her beautiful long hair with one hand and got in front of Xiao Chen while panting with rage.

“Why can’t I come? I received an invitation.” When Xiao Chen saw Katalina, he couldn’t help but recall that ‘event’ at the Paradise Spa, and a smile bloomed on his face.

Katalina’s lively big eyes immediately welled up with fury. She could guess what Xiao Chen was thinking from his expression.

“This repulsive guy is really too despicable!” Speaking until here, she turned around and shouted towards that blue-haired youth, “Big bro, come over here, this guy is bullying me.”

When the blue haired-youth heard these, he smiled towards the few girls beside him and walked towards Xiao Chen and company’s direction.

Not far away, Hofmann and Lidong Bo revealed a smile.

On the other side, Fairsnow and the other beauties also turned their head over to watch closely.



References


  1. Silva: Wow, that true owner is stronk. He’s facing a few major powers and came out triumphant! 

Chapter 140 – The Rich Husband that Fell Down from the Sky



“About this… It’s a classmate in Liu Lei’s class,” Chen Weier immediately noticed that she said something wrong. She can’t tell her mother that her boyfriend has another girlfriend no matter what, although she was sold out in name, but any girl’s mother wouldn’t want their daughter to marry over to be a mistress.

“Oh,” Mother Chen didn’t continue asking, she just said. “Can that something software be worth so much?” Although Mother Chen also hurt people talking about computers, high tech, software and the like, but she was still questioning about something that couldn’t be touched selling for two hundred and fifty thousand.

“En, the money for father to get treated was only a part of it. Every time his software is sold on the market, he can get a portion of it, therefore as long as this software is not outdated, he can get quite a bit of money per month!” Chen Weier explained.

“Ah…!” Mother Chen was completely shocked, she could never imagine in her dream that money could be earned like this! They could just sit and wait to receive money at home, while she had to work hard to sell even one extra bowl of Mala Tang. The difference was too great right?!

“However, are you sure he really is that big boss that gave your older brother money?” Mother Chen still couldn’t accept it all of a sudden.

“Aiya! How could I be wrong! Mom, do you agree or not!” Chen Weier pulled on Mother Chen’s shoulder and acted spoiled.

“You are already sold to him, what’s there for me to agree or disagree about…” Mother Chen said with a smile.

“Mom you’re amazing!” Chen Weier happily kissed Mother Chen. Chen Weier had thought that her starting to date in high school and had intercourse with her boyfriend would have caused her mother to seriously scold her, she never thought that it would pass so easily.

But how would Chen Weier know that actually Mother Chen couldn’t be any happier! If what Chen Weier said was true, then it really was a rich husband that fell from the sky, the big boss that took out the money was actually Xiao Liu-tongxue, and it looks like Weier likes him quite a lot, it really is resolving two issues at once by them getting together.

“Then you’re saying that your older brother knew about this ages ago?” Mother Chen asked.

“Yeah! Even I only found out about it not long ago!” Chen Weier pouted and said in dissatisfaction. If it wasn’t for gege making decisions on his own, she would have been with the one she loved ages ago.

“This damn Dayong! He actually dared to lie to his own mom and meimei, watch how I take care of him later!” Mother Chen said as if she was angry, but she had an expression of joy.

Mother Chen already thanked all sorts of deities in her heart, today really is a great day, she could finally put down this knot in her heart, she couldn’t help but sigh, her daughter must have done a lot of good deeds in her (Weier) previous life for the heavens to give her such a good love life.

I waited a while in the big room, then saw the mother and daughter walk out full of smiles.

“Old Chen, let me introduce you, this Xiao Liu-tongxue…” Mother Chen smiled and said.

“I know, we’ve met last time!” Father Chen looked weirdly at Mother Chen.

“Old Chen, let me finish! Xiao Liu’s identity this time is different from last time, he’s coming to our home as our son-in-law this time!” Mother Chen continued.

“Son-in-law! You guys…” Father Chen had a face of confusion.

“Dayong, why aren’t you telling us exactly what happened to us!” Mother Chen scolded.

Chen Yong freaked and stood up from the stool, and sent a gaze towards me seeking help. Since we said it at the start that it was to be kept confidential, so Chen Yong didn’t dare to say anything without my permission.

Only after seeing me nod did Chen Yong saw out exactly what happened.

At this moment, Mother Chen fully believed everything Chen Weier just said, and thought that there isn’t anything worth being doubtful about anymore.

On the other hand, Chen Weier’s father didn’t show too much excitement, after all he is someone that has experienced life and death, and didn’t have lighter feelings on things, but he still had a smile on his face. Although he didn’t say anything on the surface about his daughter selling her body to get him treated, he still felt really guilty about it, now seeing that his daughter not only found a good home, but that contract is moot, he was a lot more relaxed.

Now that everything’s clear, everyone no longer acted so distant, Chen Weier had no qualms, and leaned her head on my shoulder, a smile appearing on her lips.

“Bomu, I came here firstly to tell you about Weier and my relationship, but more importantly, I have something to discuss with Bomu!” Seeing that the timing was about right, I changed the -topic.

“Discuss with me?” Mother Chen didn’t understand, what could I want to discuss with her about, could it be marriage? Impossible, just how old is Weier! What else can it be though?

“It’s like this, I heard Weier said that the Mala Tang you are selling is passed down from Bofu’s family?” I asked. When I heard Weier talk about it being a family secret recipe, I immediately felt that it was definitely a business opportunity. After a few years, all sorts of family recipe, unique snacks will be everywhere, how could I miss out on this chance!

“Yeah! The people that have ate our Mala Tang all can’t help but praise it, Xiao Liu-tongxue, didn’t you only meet Weier due to this Mala Tang!” Mother Chen immediately got proud of herself when she heard me mention the Mala Tang.

“It’s like this, Bomu. Since this Mala Tang is so popular, we have no need to wake up early and close late for the stall, we can completely turn it into a larger franchise corporation,” I raised my idea.

“Large corporation?” Making the Mala Tang big, it’s not like Mother Chen has never thought about it, ever since a young age, she was rather interested in running a business, and have sold stuff with her father from youth. After marrying into the Chen family, she heard about this secret recipe, and immediately decided to start selling in a stall at the market place. After that returnee customers gradually increased, Mother Chen also saved quite a bit of money, and prepared to get a larger shop to sell it in, who would have thought that Chen Weier’s father got sick. The savings over the year turned red over months like flowing water, where would she find the money to expand.

“En, I feel like the food industry has a lot of potential in the following years,” I spoke out about the experience in my previous life.

“That’s true, people are richer, and thus would naturally have higher expectation for what they eat!” Mother Chen nodded.

“So, Bomu, since we’re going to do this, we should make it big directly!” I said.

“Xiao Liu-tongxue-, your idea is good, but our family situation…” Mother Chen said awkwardly.

“Bomu, what I mean is that we should cooperate, I’ll spend the money, you should work. I have quite a bit of spare money on hand, if I don’t do something with it then it’d be a waste,” I said.



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