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No way! From today onwards, I'm going to drink milk and eat papaya!
My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!
Unaware of Rika's inner turmoil, Ciwulang smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly, automatically conjuring up the image of a gentle and virtuous woman in his mind.
"Great! A gentle and virtuous woman is a blessing! It's like marrying a woman three years older than you, so it's fine if she's a little older! She'll be caring! Tell me, how old is that girl exactly?"
Ryosuke was still thinking about Tamayo's refined temperament, which had been cultivated for four hundred years, and casually continued the conversation.
"Specifically? Hmm... he's only a little older than you, Grandpa..."
"puff--!"
The water that Shota had just drunk turned into a water arrow and sprayed out, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
You went out to kill ghosts and hook up with a rich woman?!
Pear Blossom suddenly raised her head, her rosy cheeks instantly losing all color, leaving only a blank and dazed expression, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning.
At that moment, countless outrageous images flashed through the girl's mind:
Ryosuke affectionately linked arms with an elderly woman with white hair and a face full of wrinkles.
The old woman shakily handed him a bowl of soup, and Ryosuke held her hand and fed her.
"Grandma, baby~ Be careful, it's hot..."
The girl's worldview and her fragile heart shattered gently.
Jigoro's kind smile was frozen, and then crumbled inch by inch.
His hand holding the cane trembled suddenly.
The wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to deepen countless times at that moment.
The entire Peach Mountain fell into a deathly silence; even the noisy chirping of insects disappeared.
Ci Wulang coughed a few times and spoke earnestly.
"Ryo, Ryosuke..."
"I know that killing ghosts involves a lot of psychological pressure, you, if you were to..."
Ciwulang's throat tightened, and his lips twitched violently.
"If you feel uncomfortable, you can talk to Grandpa. Please don't do anything wrong!"
This is heresy! This is truly heresy!
Ryosuke scratched his head, feeling utterly bewildered.
"Oh, okay—"
Jigoro staggered back into the house.
It seems we need to let Rika and Ryosuke get to know each other better!
I'm so glad I asked today!
What's the matter! ! !
Ryosuke frowned, and as soon as he turned around, Rika rushed into her room with red eyes and slammed the door shut!
The world is quiet again.
Ryosuke looked at Shota, who patted him on the shoulder with a sigh and a look of admiration on his face!
"Good brother! If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me!"
"You are sick?"
Ryosuke rolled his eyes at him.
Shota didn't mind and happily returned to his room.
After all, in his eyes, Ryosuke is now a living warrior!
He doesn't care who Ryosuke is with, as long as he doesn't mess with his own sister!
Ryosuke sighed, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
They seem to have misunderstood something. Oh well, explaining this will only make things worse, and it'll only hurt my liver.
The atmosphere on Mount Tao was very strange for the next few days.
Jigoro's sighs became more frequent.
During training, his gaze toward Ryosuke was incredibly complex, tinged with self-doubt: "Have I corrupted the child?"
Ultimately, in order to nip Ryosuke's terrifying ideas in the bud, Jigoro would always intentionally or unintentionally steer Ryosuke toward Rika's side.
"Ryosuke, go and help Rika turn over the herbs that are drying."
"Ryosuke, this wooden stake is a bit crooked. You and Rika straighten it."
"Ryosuke, the water tank..."
Unfortunately, the results were minimal, and it even had the opposite effect.
The pear blossoms visibly withered.
That lively, chattering girl who was like a little sun is gone.
She became very quiet, often lost focus during training, and even lost her appetite, her face clearly saying, "I'm not happy!"
When Ryosuke spoke to her, she would either lower her head and softly say "hmm," or avoid his gaze and make an excuse to slip away in a hurry.
Even though Shota, the older brother, was as thick-skinned as a roof beam, he finally realized something was wrong.
That evening, training ended.
Shota waited until Rika was lost in thought under the eaves and then sat down next to her.
"Pear Blossom! What's wrong with you these past few days? You seem listless no matter what you do."
Shota grinned, trying to dispel his sister's gloom with his usual cheerfulness.
"Who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll beat them up!"
Pear Blossom slowly turned her head, her big eyes filled with an unyielding sense of grievance and confusion.
She looked at Shota for a while, then asked softly.
"Brother...am I...am I ugly?"
Ugly? His sister is ugly?!
From childhood to adulthood, Kiritani Shota can say with absolute certainty.
Throughout the entire Peach Mountain... no! Within a hundred miles! His younger sister, Pear Blossom, is the cutest! The most beautiful!
Every time I accompanied Lihua down the mountain, which of the boys from the nearby villages who came to the market didn't secretly glance this way?
"Who?! Who dares to say you're ugly?!"
Shota's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and veins bulged on his forehead.
"I'm going to gouge his eyeballs out right now so you can use them as marbles! How dare you say my sister is ugly? You're so twisted!"
Hearing Shota say that, Rika became even more depressed.
She sobbed, her gaze fixed on the figure on the training field, her voice filled with incomprehensible grievance.
"Then...then why...why would Ryosuke-nii like an old woman who's older than Grandpa?! I'm not bad either!"
Because of this?!
Shota's teeth chattered as he glared resentfully at Ryosuke, who was practicing the Complete Collection of Normal Techniques.
Alright! That's the root of the problem!
It's all that bastard's fault! He said he liked old ladies! Now his precious little sister is so heartbroken!
At the same time, Jigoro also looked at Ryosuke with a worried expression.
Three pairs of eyes, like three arrows, were all focused on Ryosuke.
Ryosuke, who had just been thinking about where to kill some small bread rolls to make up for the ten years of his lifespan, suddenly felt a chill.
The next second, he met three pairs of staring eyes.
The courtyard was deathly silent; the air seemed to have frozen.
Ryosuke felt his scalp tingle under the scrutiny of these three judges.
He blinked blankly, his voice innocent.
"Wait... why are you all staring at me?"
Ryosuke was completely baffled.
He's been diligently practicing his breathing techniques these past few days and hasn't done anything else!
Ryosuke looked completely innocent; Shoto would explode if he just looked at him!
"You guy!"
Just as Ryosuke was at a loss, a sharp cry tore through the air.
A deep blue hummingbird landed on his shoulder, relaying instructions.
"Urgent report! Urgent report! Ryosuke Yasui! Rank G order! !"
"A suspected evil spirit has been spotted in Yamagata Prefecture! Investigate immediately! Depart now!"
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Ryosuke had never found the mission information from Kasugai Crow so appealing.
He felt like he'd been granted a pardon, and his body reacted faster than his mind!
"Understood! Let's go!"
Ryosuke scrambled and crawled into the house, grabbed his bundle, and rushed down the mountain.
"Ryosuke! You..."