Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 287 Sabre



Chapter 287 Sabre

"That's good." Ryoma Genichirō breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Masamune, please take care of yourself. You look worse and worse."

Tachibana Masamune smiled indifferently and said, "Mr. Han Qiu needs a handy weapon. I have been busy making it these days and haven't had much rest."

"Damn that guy." Miyamoto Shio said dissatisfiedly, "Mr. Masamune, why bother with him?"

"No matter what, you are still a partner of our family. I am not unable to move yet. If I can do something for our family, I will do more." Tachibana Masamune patted his waist.

Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio were speechless, yet their eyes were filled with admiration and heartache.

In their opinion, Mr. Masamune has paid too much for the Snake Eight Families.

Tachibana Masamune's words are no less than those of an elderly mother who saves money and runs around. She is obviously not in good health, but she always says "I am doing this for the good of the family".

Maybe all the things she did were insignificant, but you have to admit that she really placed this family in a very important position in her heart.

However, Masamune Tachibana is far from being qualified to be compared with such a mother. The mother really takes the family as the home, while Masamune Tachibana is just a high-end PUA brainwashing technique.

Ange and Han Qiu could both see the problem at a glance. Ange is really smart and Han Qiu is really omniscient.

But the Sheqi Eight Families are different. They really believe it!

There is no other way. Regardless of the ending of the story, the omniscient Han Qiu has to admit one fact. That is, the actions of Tachibana Masamune, as a whole, have a very positive impact on the Snake Eight Clan.

Even more than one generation, the positive impact he created will be passed down.

First, Minamoto Chisei led the elites of the eight Snake families to Hongjing for justice, and then there was Saeki Ryuji's majesty, and Sakurai Nanami fought desperately in the name of the head of the eight Snake families.

Herzog promoted this spirit and quality, which is so hard to find that he also exploited it.

While Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio were feeling resentment and blaming Han Qiu in their hearts, Han Qiu's car slowly came back.

Han Qiu only dared to let Sakurai Kogure come back after he was sure that Principal Ange had completely left.

Using the Word Spirit to peek in from a distance, Sakurai Kogure could only see a tiny black dot and couldn't tell who it was at all.

"Oh, they're all here." Han Qiu rolled down the car window and laughed, "No way, an Angers scared both the Longma family master and the Miyamoto family master here."

Sakurai Kogure tried to hold back his laughter, and when someone saw him, Angé immediately lowered his head.

She was too lazy to complain. If she did, Han Qiu would definitely respond: He who knows the times is a hero.

"Mr. Han." Tachibana Masamune bowed slightly, "You are here to get the knife, right?"

Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio didn't even want to say hello, they just stood beside Tachibana Masamune to show their stance.

"Yes, is it done?"

“It’s already been built.”

"Please bring it to me, I won't come down." Han Qiu said.

"Han Qiu..." Miyamoto Shio warned in a sinister voice: "Don't go too far. Mr. Masamune is willing to make weapons for you."

Tachibana Masamune turned around slowly, "Mr. Han, please wait."

Han Qiu deliberately raised his eyebrows at Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio.

I will make you angry first and deepen your feelings towards Mr. Masamune.

Only when it breaks, the exploding fireworks are brilliant enough.

Han Qiu couldn't learn the PUA trick, but he understood the principle of counterproductive effect.

Ryoma Genichirō and Miyamoto Shio remained silent, but there was visible anger in their eyes.

Tachibana Masamune brought the sword, the Tang horizontal sword, to Han Qiu.

Han Qiu's knowledge of weapons is limited, and most of what he learned came from games.

It looks better and is really convenient for actual combat. This is all he can think of.

I considered a saber, but considering that most of the battles are against half-breeds, a saber is not convenient to carry.

Although it is not as good as the previous one, the Aurora Cloud Shattering Flash is just as cool. (You can ignore the name of the soul jade in Eternal Tribulation.)

Han Qiu took it. There were dots of red paint on the black handle, drawing a pattern of a dragon.

The blade is straight and slender, about seventy centimeters long.

The moment it was pulled out, the cold light on the blade was like the clear light of a cold moon, cold and sharp.

It should be able to be used for beheading from the South Gate of Heaven all the way to the Lingxiao Palace without a curled blade.

"Good knife!" Han Qiu exclaimed.

“Although it’s not as good as some ancient swords, it’s not much worse.” Tachibana Masamune said: “Mr. Han, I’m sorry, my ability is limited.”

"That's enough, I like it very much. Thank you for your help, Mr. Masamune." Han Qiu's gratitude was sincere.

No matter what else, you have to look at the face of this knife.

Don’t think about who the knife will end up cutting for now.

"As long as you like it." Tachibana Masamune smiled with satisfaction.

"Since this is the sword you made, please give it a name, Mr. Masamune," said Han Qiu.

"What does Mr. Han want the name of the knife to be related to?"

"The season," Han Qiu said, "I like summer, and it would be better if it were more poetic."

Midsummer is a beautiful season, always carrying infinite beautiful memories.

I graduated in the summer, that windy midsummer.

Mad, it’s summer when I’m lucky.

The inevitable summer.

There were fruits and melons in the midsummer of his childhood. Han Qiu had a strange trait: he didn’t like the fruits grown at home, so he liked to steal fruits from other people’s homes and eat them.

To this end, he also summed up a set of strategies for stealing fruits.

Tip 1: The ones grown outside other people’s homes are the sweetest.

Teenagers have longer vacations in the midsummer, and before high school, the summer vacation is long and wonderful.

Of course, the last few days are very painful. I often just have a pen and a few homework books, and I write all night long.

The pain of summer homework is shared by everyone. Even though Han Qiu has good grades, he doesn't like it. In his opinion, it is completely useless work.

It neither lets everyone have fun, nor does it consider everyone learning well.

When I went to school, the teachers basically didn't check them and just took them back and sold them as scrap.

In the summer of adulthood, there are hot girls in short skirts...

Ahem, is this something I can say?

Just say it, men’s hobbies are basically the same.

When Principal Angers was young, he liked to look at girls' calves, and Han Qiu was not willing to be outdone.

He was luckier than Ange. When Ange was young, girls basically wore long skirts, but Han Qiu could see all kinds of short skirts.

He was not as wretched as Ange. He would not sit by the river and watch. He would mostly just take a sneak peek.

There is a snack street near the university dormitory building. A few friends sit at the barbecue stall, ordering skewers and drinking beer.

Summer nights are always cool and comfortable, especially with iced beer. A few beautiful young female classmates passed by, and their long white legs in their short skirts made summer come to life.

"Summer?" Tachibana Masamune thought for a moment and shook his head. He said, "I was a Soviet citizen in the first half of my life and a Japanese citizen in the second half. I really can't think of a poetic name like the one you mentioned."

Han Qiu was a little disappointed, but he still wanted to see things through to the end. Whoever made the knife should name it and use it against whomever he wanted.

"Okay, I'll think about it myself." Han Qiu said as he raised the car window: "Thank you again, Mr. Zhengzong, I'm leaving first."


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