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Chapter 146 The Cause of Hugo
Ryosuke's face was filled with utter shock.
His eyes were wide open, and he looked at Ichiro as if he were a monster.
Yuichiro felt uncomfortable under his gaze and glared back irritably.
Why are you looking at me like that?
"You, you weed..."
Ryosuke opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words.
It was because there were precedents of people around him who had created their own breathing methods that Ryosuke realized how difficult this path was.
Think of my glamorous brother Yu Suitianyuan, how hard he trains, he's almost as hard-working as that self-torture maniac from Beiming Island.
Even so, it took him three or four months to create the breathing method of Yin Hu.
With the subsequent polishing and improvement of the sword shape, the whole process took a year.
That's already considered genius-level speed!
There's also Obanai Iguro.
This child is so diligent he's almost unrecognizable.
The perfection and innovation of Snake Call are also the result of countless hours of hard work and dedication.
The key point is that both of them are top-notch talents, and their character is stubborn, tenacious, and relentlessly striving.
But this grumpy little brat in front of me...
He only took less than a day!
By simply observing his younger brother's training and figuring it out on his own, he laid the foundation for his own brand-new breathing method and established a complete operational trajectory!
There is no harm without comparison.
If Hua Li Ge and Xiao Banai were there, they would probably cry themselves to sleep in the bathroom.
Ryosuke underestimated the significance of the original manga's line, "From the moment you wield a sword, you can become a Pillar in two months!"
It's so fucking perverted!
That's completely unreasonable, officer!
No wonder that in the original story, when Hua Li Ge was having sex with Liu Ge in the red-light district, he boasted about Wu Yi Lang.
He claims he's not a genius, but he's seen true geniuses...
Looking back now, both of these brothers were nothing but animals.
Ryosuke took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the sense of imbalance in his heart.
"How did you come up with this breathing technique?"
Ichiro was unaware of how powerful what he had comprehended was, nor did he understand how extraordinary his talent was.
He thought for a moment, his voice calm.
"I had an idea in my mind when I saw Muichiro practicing Kasugai."
"The aura of Xiahu flows, drifts, and disperses, but I feel that I am different."
"My breath wants to be more concentrated, like water droplets gathering, then falling and penetrating, or covering continuously."
"I calmed down in the evening and tried it following my instincts, and it worked."
Ryosuke: (￢_￢)
Ryosuke rolled his eyes so hard they were practically falling apart.
So it wasn't just a day, it was less than a day!
You know how pretentious you are to say that?!
But you really managed to put on a show.
Ryosuke's lips twitched slightly: "Does it have a name?"
After a moment of contemplation, Yuichiro looked into the distance and said softly.
"Rain..."
Ryosuke repeated it, his eyes flickering slightly.
The sunset glow is a result of the rain; there is a sunset glow before the rain, and there is a sunset glow after the rain.
I'm always there when you're around.
This aligns well with the characteristics of Ichiro's breathing technique and reflects his inner desire to protect Muichiro.
This bond between brothers is truly wonderful.
"Have you decided on the sword design?" Ryosuke continued to ask.
Ichiro nodded: "There are roughly three prototypes."
Ryosuke stood up and patted his clothes.
"Quick! Let me see!"
Ichiro: "..."
The training ground was exceptionally quiet under the cover of night.
Ichiro picked up a wooden sword and stood still in the center of the field.
He closed his eyes, and his aura suddenly changed!
The restlessness that originally belonged to the wind has disappeared, replaced by a calmer, more moist atmosphere, yet with a hidden sharpness!
He exhaled visible damp mist from his mouth and nose, as if he had merged into the moisture of the night.
"Rain Breathing - First Form - Clouds Hanging and Rain Weeping!"
Yuichiro's figure suddenly lunged forward at an extremely fast speed.
The wooden sword in his hand transformed into a dense and continuous barrage of thrusts, like a gentle spring rain, dense and impenetrable!
This move is not about single-point destruction, but about overwhelming the opponent with continuous attacks.
Ryosuke's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly swung his wooden sword, deflecting them one by one.
Before the attack was finished, Yulang's sword technique suddenly changed.
"Rain Breathing - Second Form - Autumn Rain!"
His figure was elusive, his steps unsteady, and he was difficult to grasp.
In a mere instant, he flashed to Ryosuke's side and behind, and a chilling arc of light suddenly struck.
This strike, though seemingly gentle, was actually powerful, containing all of Ichiro's strength!
Ryosuke reacted quickly, and with the speed boost from Raiho, he barely dodged it.
However, Ichiro's offensive had not stopped, and his blade surged forth with fierce power!
"Rain Breathing - Third Form: Sudden Rainstorm!"
The countless strikes were like a torrential downpour, each one extremely powerful, like a flood bursting its banks, surging and fierce!
clang!clang!clang!
Ryosuke deliberately provokes him, swinging his knife and constantly counterattacking.
I was once again awestruck by Ichiro's talent.
These three sword styles, although still needing optimization, have already formed their own unique style!
Despite his round face, Hirayama Yuki is quite disciplined in his lifestyle.
He gets up very early every day, but he just eats a lot more.
Thinking of his two beloved brothers, the chubby boy felt incredibly happy.
However, as soon as he approached the training ground, he heard the sounds of fighting coming from inside.
Hirayama Yusei was extremely confused.
When did those little rascals become so diligent?
He quickened his pace and rushed to the training ground. Upon taking a closer look, he froze completely.
The figures clashed and intertwined on the field.
Ryosuke intentionally fed the boy tips, constantly guiding him to attack.
So, is that person Muichiro?
This is not Kasumi! It's a completely new breathing technique and sword form!
This is Ichiro!
He... he actually only needed one night to...
Hirayama Yuki's worldview has collapsed.
"Is this even human?!"
He had seen many geniuses, but none of them were as good as him.
Just then, Muichiro was also drawn out of the house by the noise.
When he saw his brother, his smile widened.
"Brother is so amazing..."
The competition in the arena has come to an end.
Hirayama Yuki practically tumbled and crawled to appear in front of Ichiro, like a lightning-fast stroke of luck.
His gaze was as intense as a light bulb, as if he wanted to see the boy inside and out.
"You...you...you've finished?! A new breathing technique? And a sword form? All in one night?!"
Yuichiro was startled by him and didn't know how to react for a moment.