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Yaozai nodded with a smile, his gaze once again fixed on the distance.
"Yes, I look forward to that day."
After leaving the Ubuyashiki family's house, Ryosuke turned around and went to the Rengoku family's house.
Recently, his battle qi cultivation has reached a bottleneck.
Instead of figuring it out on my own, I might as well bother Makijuro and Kyojuro.
Although this guy is slacking off, he's already much better than in the original story, so it's not a big problem.
At worst, I can just beat him up again.
Upon arriving at the Rengoku family's door, Ryosuke knocked on the door knocker.
A moment later, a small head peeked out from inside the door.
"Mr. Ryousuke!"
Senjuro quickly opened the door fully and bowed respectfully, "What brings you here? Please come in."
"I came to see you all, and I also have something I'd like to ask Kyojuro."
Ryosuke walked into the courtyard.
On the training ground, Kyojuro was practicing his sword skills, sweating profusely.
He was much more robust than when we last met, and he had also grown taller.
Kyojuro was so engrossed in training that he didn't even notice Ryosuke's arrival.
"He's really working hard."
Kyojuro's pure and passionate personality always inspires those around him.
Senjuro's little face was full of admiration.
"Yes, my elder brother has always worked very hard and never slacked off, but unfortunately I don't have the talent for swordsmanship and can't be of much help, not even Father..."
Ryosuke gently ruffled Senjuro's soft hair, his tone mild.
"Don't worry about that. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. It's already great that you can manage this house so well and take good care of Mr. Makijuro and Mr. Kyojuro."
Senjuro felt comforted and nodded vigorously.
"Yes! Thank you, Mr. Ryosuke!"
Ryosuke's gaze shifted to the corridor below.
Makijuro remained indifferent, and Ryosuke's arrival did not attract his attention.
Ryosuke didn't care and walked straight to the training ground.
Kyojuro only then noticed him and immediately stopped, sheathing his sword.
"Mr. Ryosuke! What brings you here?!"
"Sorry to interrupt your training."
Ryousuke stepped forward.
"I came here today to ask about the cultivation of battle qi. I feel that I have recently hit a bottleneck. No matter how much I practice, the progress is minimal."
Kyojuro's expression turned serious.
"I see! Mr. Ryosuke, could you demonstrate your current fighting spirit state?"
Ryosuke nodded and focused his attention.
Instantly, a scorching aura spread out from him, like an invisible flame.
Compared to when he first mastered battle qi, this aura has become much more magnificent, carrying the sharpness and explosiveness unique to Lei Hu.
A glint of approval flashed in Kyojuro's eyes.
"Impressive! Mr. Ryosuke! Your fighting spirit is already quite magnificent, and your foundation is very solid!"
"At this stage, it is indeed difficult to achieve the same rapid breakthroughs as in the early stages."
"In my opinion, there is no shortcut to further improvement; the only way is through persistent, meticulous practice, nurturing and honing one's skills day after day!"
He paused and continued.
"In addition, you can also try to incorporate battle aura into your daily training and daily practice, which will also lead to a significant improvement!"
Ryosuke understood.
This is pretty much what he predicted.
The later stages of developing battle aura are more like the accumulation of foundation, and cannot be rushed.
At that moment, the silent figure under the corridor suddenly spoke.
"Useless brat..."
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Makijuro, teasing him.
"What? Mr. Makijuro wants to stretch his muscles again?"
Chapter 99: Too blunt
The air was a little stagnant.
Kyojuro immediately tensed up, noticing the sweat beading on their palms.
No, are you two going to fight again?
However, unexpectedly, Makijuro did not become angry or lash out.
He snorted coldly and swayed as he walked into the house, carrying the wine jug.
Kyojuro finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ryosuke was also at a loss for words, neither laughing nor crying.
Look how scared the child is, the whole picture is almost unrecognizable.
The two then spent the rest of their time practicing and honing their skills on the training field.
Ryosuke put a lot of effort into stabilizing his fighting spirit.
Kyojuro observed from the side, occasionally offering suggestions from different perspectives.
As evening approached, Ryosuke quickly washed up and prepared to go to sleep, but was drawn to something on the table.
It was a very old, even somewhat broken book.
The cover was tattered, the corners were curled, and it had been re-bound with rough thread.
It lay there quietly, out of place with the simple furnishings of the room.
Ryosuke picked it up.
The handwriting in the book is somewhat blurry, but still faintly discernible.
The contents are also fragmented, as if they were carefully collected and repaired after being destroyed.
Many places also contain annotations and supplements, with ink marks varying in age.
Without a doubt, this is the cultivation manual passed down through generations of Flame Pillars.
The Book of the Flame Pillars of All Ages, passed down through the Purgatory family.
It records Yan Hu's cultivation methods and insights, as well as the methods for condensing and applying battle qi at various stages.
Turning the page further back reveals the life story of the first Flame Pillar, as well as a vague account of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the crocodile's (the author's) biological son.
As the original breathing method, Sun Breathing is naturally incredibly powerful and exquisite.
Although it was only described in words, Ryosuke understood that it was a power that was close to perfection.
The twelve sword forms flow smoothly together, facilitating reincarnation and ultimately achieving the thirteenth form.
"Incredible..."
When I first read the manga, Ryosuke didn't have a deep understanding of it. He only knew that Sun Breathing was so powerful that it could cut Muzan down to the bone.
Only after mastering the Thunder Cry technique did Ryosuke understand the difference between the two.
It can be said that compared to Sun Breathing, the five basic breathing techniques are nothing more than other breathing techniques, not even worth mentioning.
There is absolutely no comparison.
No wonder Makijuro was so devastated after reading it that his resolve was shattered.
They believed that other breathing methods were poor imitations of Sun Breathing.
But who put this book here?
Could it be Kyojuro?
Ryosuke looked out the window.
As dusk settled outside, a tall figure leaned against a pillar.
After noticing Ryosuke's gaze, he turned and left as if he had never been there.
Rengoku Makijuro...
Ryosuke smiled.
Hakimaki, you bastard!
They really are all talk and no action.
On the surface, he was sarcastic and indifferent to me, but in the end, he showed me such a precious heirloom.
This is an acknowledgment of Ryosuke's strength and potential.
However, the reason is not important.
This silent gift is of immeasurable value.
"Thanks……"
Ryosuke murmured his thanks and no longer hesitated.