"Who is the soldier in the RPG game? You are a natural silver-haired idiot!" Although Jiang Cheng was held by some friends, he still didn't forgive him.

"Of course it's you! You are the endangered idiot in the universe!" Gintoki retorted without hesitation.

"You are the soldier in the RPG game! No! You can't even be a soldier. At most, you can only be considered the weakest slime level for the protagonist to be proficient in the game!" Since meeting Yin Toki and Song Yang, Jiang Cheng's speech speed has become faster and faster.

"Like women, there are always a few days a month, what qualifications do you have to say this!" Gintoki's mouth was also famous for losing his mouth.

"What qualifications are a person who picks his nose for twenty-four hours without interruption? Do your hands grow in your nostrils?!"

"Can you stop?" It depends on your challenge plan that is almost ruined. Takasugi shouted loudly, "Since that's the case, you two will go together!"

After Takasugi said that, the entire dojo was quiet, and everyone looked at him incredibly.

"What's wrong?" Takasugi felt a little unnatural when he was stared at.

"Hey, there must be a limit to arrogance, you short, purple-haired man." Gintoki held his forehead, "Since that's the case, I'll accept your challenge."

"No, I'll do it. Occasionally, I want to talk with different people." Jiang Cheng said immediately.

"No, I'll do it." Gintoki refused.

"No, I should have asked me to do it, as expected." Jiang Cheng did not give in at all.

"I'll say it first!" Yin Shi said gritting his teeth.

"You said! Who do you want to compete with?" Jiang Cheng's eyes seemed to eat Takasugi. At the same time, Gintoki looked at Takasugi with the same gaze.

"Anything like this is OK! As long as you win two, I can challenge that man!" Takasugi picked up a bamboo sword from the ground and set off his posture.

Seeing this, Yin Shi instantly rushed out with the bamboo sword in his hand.

"Gintoki, is it good to have a foul?!" Jiang Cheng complained.

"The opportunity is always reserved for those who are prepared! Sorry, Jiang Cheng, I will take the task of teaching this short purple haired man a lesson!" Yin Shi said as he had already set his sights.

"Okay, I'll be the next time." Jiang Cheng curled his lips and walked between the two and took the initiative to become the referee.

"So, start!"

After Jiang Cheng finished shouting, Gintoki and Takasugi rushed towards each other instantly...

When Takasugi woke up again, it was already afternoon.

"Really, I've never heard of kicking a private school." Song Yang knelt beside Takasugi with his hands in his arms and said with some helplessness. Looking at Gao Shan looking at him, Song Yang continued, "But fortunately, he suffered a little bit of minor injuries."

Takasugi was also sitting up from the tatami at this time, "I actually wanted to fight with you, but I didn't expect that I was being brought to that kind of person..." Takasugi said with his head down.

"You are already very strong, after all, you can compete with that kid Gintoki to that extent." Song Yang always had a faint smile on his face, "Kick to the classmate of the house."

"But I still lost," Takasugi said.

"Well, so, you can still become stronger." Song Yang said for granted, "At best, the winner gets self-satisfaction and self-pride. You win something more meaningful than that. So there is no need to embarrass you."

Looking at Takasugi, who was a little confused, Matsuyang glanced at her head, "And, that child, no, those two children are a bit special. One is for survival... the child who has to become stronger in order to survive, and the other is born with powerful power. Now he is just learning how to use this power."

"Did you pick them up by you?" Takasugi asked.

"Who knows? I met them in one day, it was like a miracle. Now it seems that it is hard to say who picked them up." Song Yang shook his head slightly and replied.

"What can I do if I gather a group of little ghosts who don't know their origins or nature, and teach them step by step to study and practice swords? Do you think that kind of person can become a warrior?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yang turned his gaze outside the door, "Well, who knows what will happen? I'm looking forward to it too." After saying that, Song Yang put his gaze back and his eyes narrowed.

"I still expect you to tell me." Takasugi complained.

"Is that true," Song Yang said, then stood up, walked to the door, and continued with his hands behind his back, "I also want to know what the warrior is? Can you tell me?"

"Aren't you a samurai yourself?!" Takasugi said excitedly as he looked at Matsuyang's back.

"Well...at least it's not the samurai you imagined." Matsuyang ignored Takasugi who asked a question. He continued on his own, "You want to say that you need to have certain qualifications to become a samurai? If there is no home that can be protected and no loyal lord, you can't be a samurai. That's what you think."

"But I don't think so. The so-called Bushido is to restrain the weak self and gradually move towards a strong self-will. Following the self-aesthetic consciousness and constantly improving, establishing this ambition is the key." Song Yang looked at the blue sky, "So, whether you are diligent and studious, trying to be a serious person, or you who come here to play a strong career in order to become stronger. In my opinion, they are all excellent samurai."

"Even if there is no lord to protect, there is no sharp blade for fighting," said Matsuyang, turning half of his body and looking at Takasugi, who had a serious look on his face. "As long as you establish their own samurai in your heart, everyone can become their own samurai."

After a pause, Song Yang looked at the distant sky again, "If you can witness the birth of such a warrior, maybe... it is the Bushido established in my heart. You came here because you got lost, right? In fact, I am still confused."

"But it's not bad? Sometimes you are worried and sometimes confused. Just be the samurai you long for." After saying that, Matsuyang showed his standard smile to Takasugi.

Takasugi was stunned. From now on, these words quietly took root and sprouted in Takasugi's heart.

At this time, Jiang Cheng and Yin Shi were eavesdropping in a corner outside the room, and they were not quiet when they got together. At this time, they were still squeezing.

But at one moment, the two suddenly saw a boy standing outside the fence, the boy they saw yesterday who was with Takasugi.

When Gui noticed the eyes of the two, hesitated and walked away directly.

"It turns out that guys with that kind of personality also have friends." Gintoe complained.

After hearing this, Jiang Cheng stopped fighting with Yin Shi, and stood there thinking.

But at this moment, the two of them suddenly felt a chill coming from behind.

"What are you two doing here?" After hearing this, the two swallowed at the same time...

The two of them rubbed their little heads and looked at Takasugi who stood up and wanted to leave. Finally, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but ask Takasugi, "What's your name? I'm Jiang Cheng, this silver-haired fool is Gintoki, Sakata Gintoki."

"Shinsuke, Takasuke Shinsuke." Takasuke said to the two before leaving.

...

Since that day, every day, Takasugi would come to Matsushita Village School to challenge, sometimes Gintoki, sometimes Ezen, but a whole month has passed, Takasugi has never beaten any of the two.

"Hey, hey, he is a kidjijun (Xiao Gao classmate), I can't bear to come every day." Looking at Takasugi, who was covered in wounds, Jiang Cheng couldn't help sighing.

"Who is Xiao Gao's classmate? Call me Takasugi or Takasugi Shinsugi, you guys! Besides, we are so familiar with each other?!" Takasugi got up from the ground while complaining.

Takasugi ignored Jiang Cheng's outstretched hand.

"What a bad personality, Xiao Gao, but..." Jiang Cheng said as he looked at Gui who was sneaking inside outside the door, "Don't hide it, that ponytail."

"Maweijun?" Takasugi asked in confusion, and followed Jiang Cheng's gaze, "It turned out to be Gui."

"Even if you are a person with a bad personality and smelly personality, you have friends who care about it. Don't just stare at your eyes, but also look behind you, Xiao Gao." Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said.

"I don't remember that I'm a friend of a person with a bad personality and a bad stinky personality." Gui said and stepped into the door, "I'm Gui, Kaneko Kotaro, not a ponytail."

"Soga, Zila, (So that's it, is it a wig,)" Gintoki walked over while digging his nostrils.

"Zi Lagana, Kazi Lada! (It's not a wig, it's Gui!) Why do you omit a pronunciation!" Gui retorted.

"What does it matter? One day I may become bald." Jiang Cheng took over the conversation.

"What does this mean?! What does it mean to be bald one day? Do you mean I will definitely become bald in the future?! And do you have to wear a wig if I become bald?!" Gui clenched his fists and shouted at Jiang Cheng.

"Ah, I'm angry," Jiang Cheng said carelessly, "I'll definitely be bald now, wig."

"It's not a wig, it's Gui! Besides, if you get angry, you will become bald. Who said that!"

"Forget it, don't be as good as him, wig." Takasugi patted Kane's shoulder at this time.

"It's not a wig! It's Gui!! Is it like this even you?! Takasugi!" Gui shouted.

"Hey, you, what's going on with your swordsmanship? There's no rules at all. Every time I feel like I can predict your next move, it's another move. Why?" Takasugi ignored Gui and asked at Jiang Cheng.

"Awesome!" Jiang Cheng suddenly became angry when he heard this, "This is my complacent self-created sword technique. Gintoki gave it a domineering name."

"What's the name?" Takasugi couldn't help but ask.
Chapter completed!