A swordsman can afford to be gentle.

But a warrior cannot.

As a warrior of Watatsumi Island, if Teppei dared to do this on the battlefield, he would not only harm himself but threaten the safety of the entire group. If Bai Luo were a competent general, after noticing this, he would certainly not let such a person onto the battlefield.

He was more terrifying than those newcomers who only knew how to scream.

At least those newcomers would gradually adapt after being scared and eventually transform into real soldiers.

As for someone like Teppei, perhaps he was more suited to be a medic in the logistics corps.

"Come at me again."

Bai Luo looked at Teppei, stood there calmly, and gestured for him to strike again.

"Yes!"

After Teppei responded, he raised the wooden sword in his hand and swung it at Bai Luo.

Perhaps it was because Bai Luo had said he hadn't been ruthless enough before, so this time he aimed directly at Bai Luo's head.

Even though it was a wooden sword, if this strike landed solidly, it could probably be fatal.

But Bai Luo seized the opportunity. His body ducked, and his right foot took a step forward. While dodging Teppei's attack, his palm also pushed upwards towards the other party.

This palm directly hit Teppei's chin. With a crack, Teppei was actually sent flying and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū: Ryūshōsen."

After retracting his arm, Bai Luo recited the name of this technique.

On the surface, it seemed like Bai Luo was bullying Teppei with a skill.

In reality... Bai Luo hadn't used the system-provided skill at all. It was purely his own understanding of Ryūshōsen, executed with his palm.

Simply put, the one who used this Ryūshōsen was not "Himura Kenshin," but Bai Luo himself.

Just Bai Luo, with years of combat and assassination experience. He could be considered a novice swordsman, so it wasn't bullying, right?

Teppei stood up, grimacing in pain. He didn't blame Bai Luo, but rather felt ashamed.

Because he also realized that he had made a mistake this time as well.

Although he had aimed for Bai Luo's vital point this time, he had hesitated for a moment after he struck.

This allowed Bai Luo to seize the opening and counterattack.

Not just Bai Luo, but anyone with sufficient combat experience would not have missed that opportunity.

"I probably know how to teach you now."

Looking at the slightly ashamed Teppei, Bai Luo sighed lightly.

He knew that someone like Teppei could not be taught using ordinary methods, but required more special means.

"To learn swordsmanship, you must have the resolve to kill your opponent. A sword is a lethal weapon, and swordsmanship is the art of killing. No matter how you embellish or package it, this is an undeniable fact."

As Bai Luo spoke, he slowly drew the reverse-blade sword from his chest.

Under the sunlight, the blade seemed to gleam with a dazzling light, but this light was not warm. Instead, it was filled with a certain coldness.

If not for the fact that the blade was reversed, just facing this sword, Teppei might not have had the courage to stand.

"In that case... do you want to try dying once?"

Looking at Teppei before him, Bai Luo showed a gentle smile.

Teppei only saw a flash of red, and Bai Luo was already in front of him.

The same posture, the same speed, the same move.

Bai Luo mimicked the thrust Teppei had just used and stabbed the reverse-blade sword into Teppei's heart.

Crimson blood tried to stain the gleaming blade, but it received no lingering affection.

The scalding red dripped onto the sand, dotting the golden yellow with a touch of vermilion.

"This is the art of killing."

This was the last sentence Teppei heard before he lost consciousness.

...

The humidity on Watatsumi Island was very high. Most of the area was covered by water, and countless jellyfish-like things swayed in the air. Coupled with the bubbles flying out of the coral, it reminded one of the legendary Dragon Palace City.

It was novel at first sight, but after seeing it for a long time, it seemed just so-so.

The cart creaked as it traveled on the road built by the ancestors of the Watatsumi resistance. Besides the fully loaded cargo, there was also a young man covered with a cloth—Teppei.

"Lord Battousai, would you like some water?"

The resistance soldier driving the cart was a young man who looked not much older than Teppei.

But compared to Teppei, he already had a faint killing intent. He must have been to the battlefield and had blood on his hands.

If things went smoothly, as long as he killed a few more people, he might even become a captain and live a life he had never dared to imagine before.

He had come back this time not only to escort this batch of daily supplies but also to see his younger sister.

"No need. I'm not very thirsty."

Bai Luo shook his head slightly and politely refused.

The resistance's cart was actually pulled by a horse, which he found quite a pity. He quite missed the Anemo Slime that had accompanied him from Mondstadt to Liyue. He wondered how Qiqi was taking care of it.

"But Lord Battousai is really strict. When we first saw Teppei, we thought he was dead."

The young man said, looking at the unconscious Teppei with lingering fear.

Such an obvious knife wound on his chest would have been directly abandoned on the battlefield, but he was still breathing.

As expected of Lord Battousai.

Hmm? Why praise Lord Battousai? What else? Praise Teppei for his tenacious vitality?

It was obvious that Lord Battousai had held back.

"To grow, one must use some unconventional means. If he can't persevere... then I have no obligation to continue teaching him."

Bai Luo was not speaking carelessly. If this one strike really made Teppei cower, then Bai Luo would have to give up on teaching him.

Speaking of which... to make such a gentle person desperately squeeze out the last bit of his life force, should one say that the Delusion is terrifying? Or that the Shogunate is terrifying?

Or perhaps... the Fatui are terrifying?

Hiss... I seem to be a member of the Fatui.

Then it's fine.

"It's good to be strict, but don't be too strict. Every time I scold my little sister and see her pitiful look, I can't bring myself to do it."

Although the young man was complaining, the smile on his lips was hard to hide.

He was almost certainly a sis-con.

"You have a sister?"

Bai Luo looked at him with some surprise.

After the Vision Hunt Decree was issued, many people did indeed join the resistance.

But most of these people came alone, with only a very small number bringing their families.

This young man was not very old, so his so-called sister must still be a child. It seemed that he was different from the other resistance members and was a proper native of Watatsumi Island.

"Yes, her name is Mirai. Lady Sangonomiya personally named her, saying that she hoped she could see the bright future of Watatsumi Island in place of those who could not continue on."

As the young man said this, he proudly puffed out his chest.

On Watatsumi Island, to be given a name by the Divine Priestess was no less than being taught swordsmanship by the Battousai.

Both were things that could bring glory to one's ancestors.

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