The young Japanese man seemed very excited; upon seeing Ms. Sato from afar, his face lit up with joy, and he strode towards her. Chen Xiao, however, noticed the several Japanese men accompanying him…
Um?
Chen Xiao immediately raised an eyebrow!
Finally... I met a superhuman?!
The young Japanese man was wearing a crown with a somewhat ridiculous design... but everyone he passed by looked at him with great respect.
He even hurriedly lifted the hem of his kimono, ran a few steps to Sato, and reached out to take Sato's hand: "Chiyo. As soon as I heard you were here, I rushed over immediately!"
Sato looked somewhat embarrassed and flinched, preventing the man from taking her hand.
At this moment, Chen Xiao, as a bodyguard, had no choice but to step forward and fulfill his duties.
He stepped forward and blocked Sato's path.
"Get out of the way!" The young man glanced at Chen Xiao and said angrily, "You don't know the rules."
He reached out again, but Chen Xiao grabbed his wrist and said calmly, "Please have some self-respect."
The young man was stunned.
"Chinese?" He paused for a moment, then his expression changed. "Damn it! How could such a lowly Chinese be allowed into such a prestigious occasion!"
He had barely finished speaking when he screamed in agony. Chen Xiao tightened his grip on his wrist slightly, and looking at the screaming man, smiled and said, "Please watch your words, sir."
"Damn it!!"
Soon, several of the man's attendants shouted simultaneously. They reacted swiftly; some reached out to grab him, some pounced, and others drew their swords from their waists!
"Oh, I understand this Japanese sentence." Chen Xiao still had a smile on his face.
Bang! Xiao punched the guy in the stomach, sending him flying far away. As for the other guy who reached out to grab his arm, Chen Xiao slid to the side, shamelessly using the young man he had grabbed as a shield.
Sure enough, the attendant who had made the move didn't dare to lay a hand on his master. He was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, only to be kicked in the chest by Chen Xiao and fall backward!
Swish, swish, swish!
With a sound of a blade being drawn, the Japanese soldiers around Chen Xiao nervously drew their swords and surrounded him in the center!
Standing amidst the gleaming blades, Chen Xiao suddenly grabbed the "hostage" in his hand by the throat.
He was still laughing: "Shall we make a bet? I bet I can break his neck before you can hit me?"
"How dare you!"
"No!!"
"You bastard!"
A gasp rippled through the crowd.
It seems that many people here can understand the Chinese Chen Xiao speaks.
"Chinese! You dare lay a hand on the eldest son of the Fujiwara clan! I will tear you to pieces!"
Hmm, this Japanese guy seems to be quite good at Chinese; he even knows how to use the idiom "shattered into pieces."
"What is the Fujiwara family?" Chen Xiao snorted.
Just then, a deep and resonant shout came from outside the circle!
"How dare you! Who would dare draw a sword in front of His Highness the Prince! Do you all want to die! Put your swords away!! You bastards! You're all bastards!!"
An old man in a kimono strode over in wooden clogs, while Takeuchi Yako followed beside him with her head bowed and eyes lowered.
Chen Xiao was stunned...
His Highness the Prince? What does that mean?
Chapter 134 [Short-Sleeve Combat VS True Nine Dragons Flash]
The old man strode forward, his face covered in wrinkles like dried tree bark, the lines of which seemed etched by a knife, each one carrying a hint of unwavering resolve. His features were sharply defined, and his eyes were both firm and bright, clearly those of a man of exceptionally strong and resolute character.
He wore a shawl over his kimono, and two swords, one long and one short, were at his waist. These past few days, Chen Xiao had been spending all his time with Zhang Xiaotao, cramming on Japanese culture. In particular, Takeuchi Yako, the widow-like woman next to Miss Sato, was always brandishing a sword at him, which annoyed Chen Xiao. Later, after Zhang Xiaotao explained it to him, Chen Xiao finally understood some of the intricacies of Japanese swords.
Clearly, according to Zhang Xiaotao's introduction, the elderly man striding towards them was a standard traditional Japanese martial artist.
The old man wore two swords at his waist, one long and one short. The long sword was a katana, also known as a tachi. The short sword was a spare weapon, also called a wakizashi. Both swords were worn on his left side of his belt—this was the most standard attire of a Japanese samurai.
If this old man had his hair shaved into a crescent-shaped style and was carrying a sake bottle, he would look like a typical Japanese samurai from a movie or TV show.
However, as the old man strode over, Chen Xiao immediately sensed a powerful aura emanating from him!
He was dressed in a deep purple samurai outfit. The purple color of the clothes clearly indicated that he was not a true nobleman. Perhaps for the solemn occasion, he wore black tomesode sleeves to signify formality.
His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind. The old man walked along, his sleeves billowing in the breeze, his eyes filled with authority. Although his rebuke earlier seemed directed at everyone, once he arrived, his eyes were fixed on Chen Xiao, not blinking an eye.
Although the old man was not a nobleman, the guests around him, seeing him walk by, almost instinctively parted to make way for him. Some even bowed their heads as he passed by, as a sign of respect.
“Young man, please release Master Fujiwara.” The old man stood in front of Chen Xiao and said in fluent Chinese.
His hand hung down gently—Chen Xiao noticed. The old man's hand wasn't on the hilt of the sword, but the way it was positioned was peculiar. It was as if, at that angle, he could draw the sword at any moment in the quickest way possible.
Chen Xiao snorted and gave a cold look at the servants and bodyguards around him.
"Put your weapons away." The old man frowned, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Have the glorious samurai of the Fujiwara family become so ill-mannered? How dare you draw your swords on such a solemn occasion!"