Chapter 354: Fantastic Disciple (2/2)

“Right? So–”

“But I refuse.”

“Whaaaaat, why not!”

Taiyou and Akiha continued up the stairs as they flirted. Despite being in the middle of a fight, they merely took care of the remaining yakuza left over from Enya and went on their way. It was like they weren’t even in the enemy’s base but were instead in the uninhabited wilderness.

Taiyou did his best to hold back. He knew that Akiha wanted her share of it, so he let her handle the rest. He found the sight of her yearning to dirty her hands very endearing.

(I’m not very normal either, am I?)

Taiyou thought in self-derision. Come to think of it, that was usually what made him like someone else. Ruri was an obvious example of this. The moment he realized that she was wearing a black dress to compensate for her complex toward her pale skin, he had fallen hopelessly in love with her.

It was no different as of right now. Weird instead of normal. Outside instead of inside. When he saw Akiha moving against normalcy, he only felt amplified love for her.

“Whaddya think?”

Akiha asked Taiyou with a smile after defeating another person. He shrugged, playing it off.

“I don’t even wanna think about what would happen if you and Ruri teamed up.”

“Riiight? Heheh.”

Akiha joined in on the fun, catching up to him. This two-person adventure (albeit a little short) was something fresh in Taiyou’s eyes. Different from Ruri, and different from the other brides. In a sense, this carefree attitude was quite enjoyable.

“I take back what I said.”

“Eh?”

“I want to actually see both you and Ruri…in action. Ah, not as a pair but more like teacher and disciple.”

“Disciple? Oh, so like, have her train me?”

“Yep, exactly. I bet it’d be entertaining with you in the picture.”

“Entertaining? Is that all you think of me?”

“Alright, let me rephrase that.”

Taiyou grinned.

“If you’re in the picture, I bet things would get fantastic.”

“Oh dear.”

Her eyes wide open, Akiha laughed.

“Fantastic enough for you?”

“I think so.”

“Then let’s try it after we get back.”

“Alright.”

As they were doing that, they reached the highest, deepest room, where Enya had been fighting.

His opponent was an obese man in his late thirties. Just like Enya, he was naked from the waist up with a splendid tattoo that practically screamed he was a yakuza. In Taiyou’s opinion, Enya was a bit stronger.

“Gonna join in, Taiyou?”

“No, let’s not.”

Taiyou shook his head.

There were no other people in the room: in other words, it was a one-on-one fight. It wasn’t just a problem of being inelegant.

“It’s unnecessary.”

Taiyou could tell that Enya had the victory by far. In a fistfight like this that disregarded technique, Enya was at the top from start to finish. He didn’t see Enya as needing help, and that turned out to be correct. Not even a minute after they came into the room, Enya had defeated his opponent. The obese man had crumpled to the ground, not moving an inch.