"I'm not a child!"
As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Aiden to respond, a ball of purple fla appeared in the red-haired girl's palm, and she directly swung her hand, hurling it at Aiden's face.
But despite the two of them standing face to face, this attack actually missed. Because at the mont she raised her hand, Aiden had already leapt straight up seven or eight ters into the air.
However, he didn't activate his profession, he used lightness skill instead.
Seeing Aiden leap into the air, the red-haired girl reacted instantly and jumped up as well. Flas burned fiercely in her hands, dragging a ribbon of fire around her body.
'Hundred Styles... Oni Burn!'
Or, to put it more simply, an uppercut.
But Aiden had already predicted she would use this move. After all, she was Iori Yagami's sister. If Iori could do it, Tsukihi definitely could too.
His body twisted midair in an extrely strange posture, narrowly avoiding the oncoming flas. Then he landed quickly, followed by a forceful push with his heel, causing his body to drift backward more than ten ters.
At this mont, Tsukihi had also landed. She crouched slightly, one hand forward and one back, then lunged toward Aiden. The distance of over ten ters vanished in the blink of an eye, and she raised her hand to grab at Aiden's chest.
Aiden had no choice but to twist his body again and dodge to the side. Then he saw Tsukihi, unable to pull back her move in ti, raise her hand and slam it heavily into the ground.
BOOM!
With a deafening explosion, dust filled the air. The ground beneath Tsukihi's feet was blasted open by violent purple flas, forming a huge crater several ters in diater.
On the side, Mai Shiranui, who had been watching the fight, stiffened instantly.
Aiden, on the other hand, folded his arms and spoke to Tsukihi from more than ten ters behind her,
"Fixing that crater will cost at least three hundred thousand yen…"
"Shut up!"
Tsukihi turned around and glared at him angrily. Her lips moved a few tis before she snorted coldly and said, "I'll pay for it."
'Anyway, when you already owe a lot, one more debt doesn't weigh you down…'
Thinking this, Tsukihi rushed at Aiden again, flinging her hands repeatedly and throwing several clumps of purple fla at him.
'One Hundred and Eight Styles... Dark Thrust Hand.'
Facing the extrely high-temperature purple flas, Aiden didn't dare dodge this ti. The dojo was mostly made of wood, if it caught fire, things would get bad.
Imdiately, Aiden's eyes sharpened as he activated the Swordmaster profession. Using his fingers as a sword, he slashed out several streaks of sword energy in succession. After all, with Major Star Rank strength, it was basically impossible to directly block Tsukihi's purple flas, they contained a portion of Orochi's power.
At that mont, sword energy and purple flas collided in midair, exploding into sparks that filled the sky, like a rain of fire falling all around.
Then, half a ter of sword energy extended from Aiden's fingers as he lowered his body and brushed past Tsukihi, who was erging from the fiery rain.
Rip!
Hearing the faint sound of fabric tearing near his ear, Aiden didn't even turn his head. With his back to Tsukihi, whose face had suddenly turned bright red, he said, "If you keep fighting, you'll be battling completely bare."
As they passed each other, Aiden had moved at incredible speed, slashing several tis across her body. He didn't injure her, but he sliced open every single button on her upper clothing.
For now, this was the only way to stop her attack.
At this mont, Tsukihi could only clutch the collar and front of her shirt tightly with both hands to keep herself from being exposed.
Even though her personality was wild and unpredictable, she was still a woman, and a high school girl who had just turned eighteen. She still had a sense of sha.
She bit her lip in grievance, her eyes reddening, then without saying a word, she ran behind the big tree in the dojo. Only then did she poke her head out from behind it and shout at Aiden, "You're shaless, vulgar, despicable…"
Unfortunately, coming from the girl's cool, clear voice, those insults carried absolutely no killing power at all.
Aiden picked at his ear and said casually, "Go ahead and curse . I don't care. But Miss Tsukihi, what's more important right now isn't yelling at , it's figuring out how you're going to get ho."
"None of your..."
Tsukihi really wanted to say none of your damn business, but after thinking about it, she held back.
"Go find a jacket," she changed her wording.
"Sorry, the owner here is her." Aiden shrugged and pointed at Mai Shiranui, who, along with King and Yuri, was watching the show with obvious delight.
"You should ask them," Aiden said with a grin.
"Though I don't know whether they'll be willing to lend you one… Mai, what do you think?"
As he spoke, Aiden looked at Mai Shiranui and gave her a aningful glance.
Mai imdiately understood. She placed one arm beneath her chest, lightly pressed her butterfly fan against her delicate chin with the other, thought for a mont, then looked at Tsukihi with a half-smile.
"That depends on her attitude."
'Attitude…'
Tsukihi bit her lip, then lowered her head and said to Mai Shiranui, "Miss Mai, I went too far before. I'm sorry."
In order not to expose herself in front of others, the proud girl finally chose to bow her head.
———
Mai Shiranui was, in the end, a kind-hearted woman. Even though Tsukihi's apology wasn't very sincere, she still found her a suitable outfit.
After changing clothes, Tsukihi beca much more well-behaved, though when she occasionally glanced at Aiden, there was still a trace of displeasure in her eyes.
Displeased or not, after that brief fight, Tsukihi already understood the gap between herself and Aiden. That razor-sharp sword energy could have punched several holes through her body, and she wouldn't have been able to dodge it at all.
What surprised her, though, was that Aiden's fighting style just now was completely different from how he fought on the tournant stage. It wasn't domineering, instead, it was light, fluid, and agile.
As a result, the displeasure in the red-haired girl's eyes gradually turned into curiosity.
However, just as she was about to shalessly ask Aiden about it, a voice suddenly interrupted her.
"Excuse , is this the Shiranui-style dojo?"
The voice was crisp and pleasant, it was actually a little girl's voice.
Everyone turned toward the entrance at the sa ti and saw a blonde little girl in a princess dress standing there.
The girl wasn't very old, about the sa age as Goenico. She wore a sweet smile that instantly made people feel fond of her.
Seeing such a cute girl, Mai Shiranui smiled and said, "This is the Shiranui-style dojo, little sister. Are you here to beco a disciple? But today's Sunday, if you want to join, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."
Influenced by Aiden, the Shiranui-style dojo now had weekends off.
"No wonder there are only a few of you here. I thought I'd co to the wrong place." Hearing Mai's words, the blonde girl let out a sigh of relief, then sweetly said, "I'm not here to beco a disciple, because your strength isn't good enough."
As soon as she said that, everyone present frowned at the sa ti. Even Tsukihi felt displeased, how was there soone even more arrogant than her?
"Then what are you here for?" King asked patiently.
The little girl glanced at King, her face showing an expression like just as I thought, then took an envelope out of the teddy-bear shoulder bag she was wearing and said to everyone, "I'm here to deliver an invitation."
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