My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 676: Chapter 12: Aoto Half-Clad and Sazanoko Pure

Many people don’t even understand the basic intake of nutrition, or they do but are unable to achieve it.

Therefore, constrained by limited knowledge and financial conditions, those who work out to improve their martial arts level mostly haven’t developed much muscle.

Compared to those bodies that are like ”white chopped chicken,” portly or lacking muscles, Aoto’s physique, full of small but exquisite muscles and devoid of extra fat, naturally leaves a profound impression.

The scenes seen just after turning around uncontrollably flashed repeatedly before Sazanoko’s eyes...

——Enough! What’s so good about thinking of this kind of thing!

Sazanoko scolded herself angrily in her heart, then closed her eyes, trying hard to clear her mind and not let her brain recall the scenes she had just seen.

Aoto was behind Sazanoko, and since Sazanoko was focusing on clearing her mind, at this moment, no one was fortunate enough to discover: ”Sakura” had bloomed.

Like being dyed with the highest-grade pigments, Sazanoko’s exquisitely beautiful face was blushing with a lovely sakura pink...

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Due to the unexpected trouble from the ”Sazanoko Pursuer Corps,” Aoto’s time at the Little Chiba Sword Dojo was much longer than expected today.

When the time reached 11 o’clock, feeling like he had spent too long at the Little Chiba Sword Dojo, Aoto decided to head back to Shiwei Hall.

Upon learning that Aoto wanted to leave, Chiba Shigetarou immediately came to persuade Aoto to stay and have lunch before leaving, but Aoto had already made up his mind to go.

So, with the send-off of Sazanoko, Chiba Shigetarou, Chiba Domon Shiro, and Radish, he set off on his way home.

The weather today was as hot as always.

After just a few steps on the street, Aoto’s body was drenched with sweat again.

Just after finishing the battle with the heroes of the Little Chiba Sword Dojo, as he was not very thirsty, he forgot to ask Sazanoko and the others for some water.

Now, under the blazing sun, Aoto, whose body was dehydrating again, felt his mouth dry.

At this moment, Aoto suddenly caught sight of a familiar tea house ahead.

This tea house, not far from Shiwei Hall and known for its good snacks and tea, was one of Chokata’s favorite spots.

Previously, Chokata had strongly recommended this tea house to Aoto and had even brought him here a few times... the tea and snacks here were indeed quite good and suited Aoto’s taste.

Looking at the tea house that Chokata had brought him to a few times, Aoto hesitated for a moment, then strode towards it.

——Let’s have a cup of chilled sweet water before heading back...

Thinking this, Aoto lifted the tea house’s curtain and entered inside.

Aoto settled at a low table in an inconspicuous corner and ordered a cup of sweet water and a plate of dorayaki with a young girl, a shodai.

Among the many snacks in tea houses and wagashi shops, Aoto’s favorite was the dorayaki filled with sweet red bean paste.

Whenever he came to a tea house, as long as he had an appetite, he’d definitely order a plate of dorayaki.

It would take some time for the food and drink to be served.

To pass this boring waiting period, Aoto simply practiced the ”lung capacity training method” that Kiryu had taught him, while continuing to ponder the talent of the ”Sword Saint,” that so-called ”Supreme Martial Arts Realm.”

Even now, Kiryu still hadn’t told him why he needed to train his lung capacity.

Whenever Aoto could not contain his curiosity and asked, ”What exactly is the purpose of training lung capacity?” Kiryu’s response was always with a smile, ”Don’t rush, I will tell you what the purpose of training lung power is soon.”

Though he still had no clear understanding of the reason for training lung capacity, Aoto obediently followed Kiryu’s instructions and would dedicate plenty of fragmented time every day to practice the ”lung capacity training method” taught by Kiryu.

Unknowingly, it had almost become a habit.

Whenever faced with fragmented time like waiting for food and drinks to be served, he would unconsciously start training his lung capacity.

——”Supreme Martial Arts Realm”... This sort of thing, I should only consult Master and Boss Kiryu...

Due to limited experience and knowledge, Aoto could wrack his brains but couldn’t possibly comprehend what this ”Supreme Martial Arts Realm” truly was on his own.

After much thought, he realized seeking advice from well-versed elders in the martial arts world would be the right solution.

The only experienced martial arts elders Aoto was familiar with were the almost 70-year-old Zhouzhu and the now 92-year-old Boss Kiryu.

Their ages were right there, and they both had significant achievements in swordsmanship, with a broad range of knowledge.

Especially Boss Kiryu.

This legendary Great Sword Hero, still shrouded in many secrets, should, in terms of knowledge, be even above Zhouzhu, who was over twenty years his junior.

——I’ll find some time to ask them later...

Thinking of this, Aoto couldn’t help but sigh.

At this moment, Aoto sincerely felt: questions just keep coming one after another, with a new question always arriving before the last one is resolved...

More than two months ago, when having a life-and-death duel with the Scythe Weasel, although he couldn’t quite articulate why, there was a period during which he clearly sensed: he successfully released ”momentum”!

It was a rather mystical feeling.

Even though no one had ever explained in detail what it’s like to release ”momentum,” just like how people can instinctively learn to blink or cry without being taught, at that moment, he had this inexplicable feeling, automatically realizing he had released ”momentum.”