My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 486: Chapter 169: Copy Talent [Full Bosom], Beep! Incompatible with Host [7200]_4

”Miss, you shouldn’t be thinking about practicing sword right now,” Leroy said casually, ”It’s almost time for your class. Mr. Gerard should be here soon, so it’s best to put away your thrusting sword and get ready for class. (French)”

Elodie’s expression slightly changed this time: ”Already, is it that time? (French)”

Leroy nodded gently: ”It’s almost 10 in the morning. (French)”

While speaking, Leroy took out a pocket watch from behind his apron and showed Elodie the dial.

Seeing the time displayed on the dial, Elodie’s body seemed to collapse, and she appeared to shrink a bit.

”I understand... (French)” Elodie pouted her rosy lips.

Elodie sighed heavily in displeasure, then switched her language mode back to Japanese.

”Mr. Tachibana, sorry... huh? Mr. Tachibana, what’s wrong?” Elodie looked at Aoto and finally noticed Aoto’s strange expression.

Surprised by Elodie’s voice, Aoto’s body shook a few times, and he stammered back: ”Ah? M-Miss Angoulême, what’s up?”

Elodie slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, casting a worried glance at Aoto.

”Mr. Tachibana, are you okay? Your expression just now looked frightening... are you feeling unwell?”

”Oh, oh, it’s nothing, nothing.” Aoto forced a natural smile, ”I was just... my stomach felt a bit uncomfortable earlier, but it’s better now.”

The talent ”Deceiver” that Aoto previously copied from the younger brother of the ”Red-faced Brothers”: Yoshikawa Kojirō, played its role!

While pretending his stomach was uncomfortable, Aoto’s face remained calm, without any change in expression or tone, successfully fooling Elodie.

”I see...” Elodie showed a relieved expression, ”If you’re feeling unwell, please tell us. We have plenty of medicines here.”

”Mm.” Wanting to quickly brush off the current topic, Aoto nodded eagerly, ”Thank you for your concern.”

Having successfully distracted Elodie, Aoto took a deep breath and returned his consciousness to the personal system interface currently appearing in his mind.

[Name: Tachibana Aoto] (?)

[Current Talents Possessed:]

[Night Vision, Sword Genius, Sleep God, Lone Brave, Eagle Eye, Left-Handed, Healthy Body, Skillful Hands, Healthy Tongue, Iron Waist, Steel Bone, Strong Muscle, Cat Form, Memory, Ghost Heart, Milk, Take the Lead, See Through, Beautiful Hair, Deceiver, Wind Sensor, Eightfold Banner of No Regrets, Plump Breasts]

He successfully copied a talent from Elodie.

Just now, when he and Elodie both set down their weapons, the system judged their battle to be over.

Immediately afterward, a prompt indicating successful talent copying flashed quickly in Aoto’s mind.

The talent ”Plump Breasts” at the bottom of the list was copied from Elodie.

Copying talents should indeed be considered cause for celebration.

Yet Aoto couldn’t feel the joy now.

Staring at the entry ”Plump Breasts” in his talent list, Aoto’s expression grew complicated.

The reason being... because this entry, like the previously copied from Mukiwa talent ”Milk,” was colored in ”ineffective” dark grey...

Until now, the prompt sound that had just flashed through Aoto’s mind, causing his expression to lose control, still echoed in his ears—

[Ding! Talent Detected]

[Successfully Copied Talent: ”Plump Breasts”]

[Talent Description: The development of the chest is far better than the average person, not prone to deformation, not prone to sagging]

[Toot toot toot toot toot!]

[Warning: As the host is male, this talent is not compatible]

[The talent is ineffective]

The second time...

The second time copying such completely ineffective talents that serve no purpose other than making Aoto’s expression awkward!

Should it be said that it’s too much of a coincidence...? The talents copied from Mukiwa and Elodie, this pair of close friends, are both talents only effective for females...

After gazing for a moment at the entry ”Plump Breasts” in the talent list with a complex expression, Aoto couldn’t help but shift his gaze to a certain part of Elodie that hadn’t fully developed yet, thus not differing in size from that of a typical boy...

—— This child... actually has such a talent...

Aoto’s expression, which he barely regained control of, began to grow strange once more...

”Hmm?” Not noticing where Aoto was staring, only seeing that Aoto’s complexion had changed again, Elodie blinked with concern at Aoto, ”Mr. Tachibana, are you feeling unwell again?”

”I’m, I’m fine.” Aoto swiftly withdrew his rude gaze with guilt, then pretended to wipe sweat, raising his hand to rub his eyes and cheeks with force, striving to return his expression to normal.

Thinking he must quickly end the current topic, Aoto suddenly recalled that Elodie seemed to have something to say to him recently.

Thus, Aoto hurriedly questioned Elodie:

”Miss Angoulême, did you have something to say to me just now?”

”Hmm? Ah, yes.” His question jogged Elodie’s memory, making her sigh bitterly, ”Mr. Tachibana, thank you for practicing sword with me earlier.”

”Today’s sword practice will have to end here...”

”It’s time for my class.”

”My private tutor should be arriving soon.”

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...

Just after Elodie spoke, the deep knocking sound came again from the door towards the entryway.

”Oh dear...” Elodie smiled wryly, ”As soon as I mentioned the teacher, the teacher arrived...”

...

...

As Elodie stated, to ensure she always received the best education, the moment their family moved to Edo, Anthony found Elodie a private tutor named Gerard.

Arranged by Anthony, Elodie attends classes with Mr. Gerard for five days a week, with class times from 10 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon.

The person who just knocked on the entryway door was none other than Mr. Gerard, here to teach Elodie.

The private tutor hired by Anthony to educate Elodie was a middle-aged man with a distinctive gentleman’s style in dressing.

Wearing a black, semi-high silk hat on his head, a monocle perched on his nose, with thick, drooping moustaches, dressed in a black tailcoat, holding a heavy book in his left hand, and a cane in his right.

However—such a well-dressed gentleman left Aoto with a very poor first impression.

Because upon seeing Aoto, he immediately displayed a faint disdain on his face.

It was a disdain akin to having seen something inferior.

Disdain akin to looking down on ants, filled with superiority.

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