manga artist Kirito

"Fight or not?!"

"Go for it! Why don't you just attack?"

"Could it be that Senior Brother Kirigaya has chickened out?"

"Kiritani Kazuto is the epitome of shame!"

"You probably want to get beaten to death by Chief Suguha."

It's perfectly normal. Ever since Gilgamesh issued the challenge, these guys who love a good show, and some even said they wanted to go and fight themselves, immediately started jeering. Hmm, it feels like I'm offering a bounty on you jeering authors, but if I actually did, I wouldn't do anything. At most, I'd just shout a couple of things and get ready to crossdress. Yes, I don't really understand you perverts who love to jeering and who love girls with big [beep] on them!

"Didn't I say that I am culture..." Kirito said, shaking his head, as he slowly walked towards Gilgamesh, looking very serious. "I don't fight with people easily."

"Stop right there, don't come any closer!" With his twin swords in hand, Gilgamesh took two steps back, watching Kirito approach warily, looking quite nervous.

...Tsk, it seems my intentions have been discovered.

"You're all on guard just because I approached you empty-handed? It seems you've all taken my words to heart."

“No, it’s just that for you… well, there are also the three assistant instructors, Mikasa, Kuro, and Kenshin.” Gilgamesh looked at Kirito cautiously. “If it were Suguha, we would never suspect anything with the worst intentions. It’s only you three swordsmen, Kuro, Kirito, and Kenshin, that we must be vigilant at all times.”

What did I, Kiritani Kazuto, do wrong?

You son of a bitch Gilgamesh, your dual-wielding style was taught to you by Mikasa and me, you bastard! How dare you talk about your teaching assistant and teacher like that!

Ugh! I'm so angry, I really want to find someone to vent to...

"Leaf!" With a hint of displeasure on his face, Kirito slowly put down his backpack in his left hand, raised his right hand high, and shouted at the same time.

"Yes!" As if by telepathy, the moment Kirito's voice rang out, Suguha snatched a wooden sword from the hand of someone next to her and threw it at Kirito.

"I'm here to tell you today that even if I switch careers to study medicine, your father will still be your father!" The spinning wooden sword landed perfectly in Kirito's hand as he walked slowly forward, a hint of excitement showing on his grinning face—"Although my return this time is somewhat related to Yoko, I didn't come back just to visit relatives. The passion that can only be shown in battles that I've personally experienced is what brought me back!"

Cowardice? Not at all!

"You'll always be newbies in front of me!"

With a slight turn of his body, two wooden swords thrown from Gilgasiro's hand grazed Kirito's sleeve. As Gilgasiro drew his sword from behind, Kirito brandished the wooden sword in his hand.

"Did all the lessons I taught you go to waste? I've told you countless times not to think that having more weapons makes you stronger. You can't even draw your sword in time, brat!" Kirito said melancholically, as if lamenting that his long-term teaching hadn't taught his student anything. "Don't underestimate dual-wielding!"

【Living Kill - Izayoi Tsukika】

Seizing the moment before Gilgamesh could exert his full strength, Kirito casually slashed down, but slowed his descent slightly, allowing Gilgamesh to draw his wooden sword to parry. However—

【Living Slaughter: The Snow and Moon of Chaos】

The successive slashes created a blurry image, forcing Gilgamesh to barely resist and retreat step by step. If it were real swords, the chilling light filling the sky would be enough to make one's heart tremble.

【Secret Sword - Three Slashes Against the Wind】

Kirito seemed to have poured all his energy into the sword technique. His steps were unsteady. After making a feint attack on the left and right, he suddenly jumped up and slashed down at Gilgamesh with his wooden sword.

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【NO.107 This is what family is like, isn't it?】

"In this world, one sword is all you need to go anywhere!" Holding a wooden sword, Kirito's expression was more serious than ever before, his head slightly lowered as he looked at Gilgameshrou lying on the ground. "When I draw my second sword, no one will be able to stand in my way!"

Kirito is never afraid of battle because—no one in the world is incapable of fighting. Whether to fight or not depends solely on the individual's choice. In the past, it was simply because there was no need to fight. Once the need arises, Kirito will never be afraid. This is the will he inherited from the Black Swordsman.

"Well then, it's over!" Kirito said calmly, looking at Gilgamesh, who had lost utterly. "You haven't even mastered the basics, yet you want to learn to fly. You should practice harder for a couple more years, otherwise, the juniors who arrived later than you will surpass you!"

“…Yes!” Gilgamesh nodded vigorously. Although Kirito’s words were harsh, it was the truth. He had come here before Kirito had given up on swordsmanship.

However, a younger generation has already surpassed him! The most prominent among them is Li Shunsheng, a foreign student who entered the dojo a year ago and is now an assistant instructor!

"When you feel confident that you can defeat me with only one sword, you can challenge Kenshin. When you can defeat Kenshin, you can challenge me with two swords..." Kirito threw the wooden sword in his hand behind him, then turned and walked towards the room at the back of the dojo. Suguha, who had picked up the backpack that Kirito had put down, followed with a smile.

As they walked, just as they were about to reach the gatehouse, Kirito stopped and said without turning his head.

"In the next couple of days, I will select some students for singles matches. I hope you are prepared. If you are confident, you are welcome to challenge me. But if you lose, the consequences will be severe, understand?"

"Yes!!!"

Answered in unison.

"See you!"

Goodbye, Kirigaya-senpai!

The slightly passionate roar brought a smile to Kirito's usually serious face. As expected, at home... this feeling is better.

"Wow, that guy... is he really the cunning old fox that Kenshin's assistant coach was talking about?"

"Uh, I don't think it's very likely... But it's not easy for us later generations to understand these things. After all, when everyone talks about Kirigaya-senpai, they all look indignant, as if they want to beat Kirigaya-senpai to death."

"But he's so handsome..."

"No, no, no, I think it's a bit too childish."

"But what preparations have you made for challenging Kirigaya-senpai?"

"No, what I'm more worried about is being picked on. Do you think everyone is like Shirou, who rushes in without thinking when things get tough? That's just asking for trouble."

"It's not just about courting death. You have to understand, Kirigaya-senpai's specialty is dual-wielding, and he didn't even use it just now..."

"Is it that scary?"

"So strong..." Gilgamesh didn't pay much attention to the other students' comments. Instead, he gritted his teeth and opened his right palm. His palm was red and slightly purple, with very clear marks. These were the marks he had made when he withstood the blow. At that time, Gilgamesh was so weak that he could barely hold his wooden sword.

"He doesn't look weaker at all. What happened to his neglect of swordsmanship and his poor physical condition?"

Uh wait, if this is the physical condition after neglecting swordsmanship, then... just how strong was Kirigaya before?

No, that's not right. Kenshin is already very strong. Even if a dozen students attacked together, they might not be able to beat him. But what Kirigaya means is that he is confident that he can beat Kenshin with only one sword... Does that mean that he can beat Kenshin with just one sword?

—I think I've discovered something incredible!

Among the three or four swordsmen of the Black Kirito Sword, who is the strongest...?

……

"If my brother wants to do it, he can definitely do it."

Carrying her backpack, Suguha walked beside Kirito with a smile, her pretty face radiating even more pride than when she won the National Youth Kendo Championship.

"It's alright, it's been too long since I've trained, my movements and strength are much slower." With a nonchalant expression, Kirito smiled and ruffled Suguha's hair, his right hand behind his back involuntarily swinging forcefully—ouch, that hurts so much... I almost twisted my back too... Why am I acting like this! Wouldn't it be better to use techniques against Gilgameshrou!?

"Oh my, Kazuto's back." A spirited woman walked out of the room just then... no, rather than just happened to walk out, she had been waiting for a long time and only came out of the room after seeing Kirito and Suguha.

"Mom, I'm home!" Looking at the woman who, though over thirty, showed few signs of aging, Kirito gave her a calm and warm smile, a smile of warmth from his mother.

“Mother, I brought my brother back,” Suguha added.

"It's good to be back. Dinner is ready. Yezi, go put your things down and come out to eat quickly." With that, Kiritani Midori took Kirito's hand and walked into the house. "Mom knew you were coming back today, so she specially prepared your favorite cola chicken wings and mixed rabbit stew."

"Wow, this is so delicious!" Kirito exclaimed, feigning surprise as he felt the warmth in his hands.

"Hey, you kid!" Kirigaya Midori waved her hand, both amused and annoyed, as she raised her hand to hit him. In the end, the gesture of patting his head turned into rubbing his head. "Hmm, your hair is a bit long. I'll get it trimmed later... Hmm, you haven't lost weight. How's the food outside? If you don't like it, then we'll bring it back. Anyway, it's from home to school, so as long as we get up a little earlier, it won't be a problem."

"...Asuna cooks every day, so Mom, you don't need to worry," Kirito said, scratching his head helplessly. "I live outside because it's closer to school, which makes things much more convenient. As for going home... I can come back whenever I have time on Saturdays and Sundays, it's just that I've been quite busy before... uh, I might be even busier in the future..."

"Drawing manga?" Midori Kiritani had heard Suguha mention what had happened to Kirito recently, so she was aware that he was drawing manga.

Of course, Midori Kiritani didn't think that Kirito was being irresponsible or wasting his youth. She felt that... if there are things you want to do, then you should do them!

"Hmm, manga..." Kirito pursed his lips, looked up at Kirigaya Midori, "Mom, you'll soon see the manga I draw, it will absolutely! Absolutely become the most popular!"

"Then Mom will look forward to it!"

P.S.: Just a reminder, this is Kirito's adoptive mother and Suguha's mother!

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[NO.108 This is a family drama]

Dinner time

The four family members sat down around the dining table. Kirito sat next to Suguha, while his parents sat opposite him... Normally, there would be five people sitting around the table, but Mikasa was not home, so everything returned to the beginning, the scene where Mikasa was not present.

However, the atmosphere is a little tense right now.

Well, the dojo master used to be my grandfather, but a few years ago he moved to the countryside to get some fresh air due to health issues, leaving the business to Suguha's father. However, like his grandfather, he was very unhappy that Kirito had given up kendo to do something that had no future.

Of course, compared to his grandfather, his father had a bit more to say... He gave up kendo, so he gave it up. There's no way to persuade him to come back anyway. He likes to draw, so he can draw. It's good that he can make himself happy. Besides, when he really realizes that there is no future in this line of work, this silly son will definitely come back... But why did he have to fall in love so early?

And the person in question isn't even a child from the dojo...?!

Mikasa and Illya are both great, so why did you have to find someone from outside? Even if you think Illya is too young and Mikasa is too masculine, there's also the straight... cough, never mind.

In short, I'm so angry!

However, looking at the household items Kirito kept buying from outside during middle school, the various titles he had, and... the connections that were completely impossible to build at such a young age.

I'm so proud!

The clash of contradictions left Kiritani Nagaka in a dilemma. He really didn't know what to say, especially with his wife and daughter supporting this foolish son... What's the point of refuting him?

"Alright, let's eat." Kirigaya Nagato sighed. She had seen what happened at the dojo just now when she passed by—yes, just passed by—the entrance. Gilgamesh was easily defeated. Although he was much worse than before in many aspects, his performance still showed that this stupid son hadn't completely thrown away what he had learned before.

But those moves... I don't think I know them either?

"Um... Dad, you look so serious. I'm worried you might flip the table." Kirito tilted his head, glanced at Suguha whose expression remained completely unchanged, and then blurted out.

"You brat, you're the one who's afraid I'll flip the table!" Kiritani Choka slammed his hand on the table, his eyes wide as he spoke.

"Father, I'm very worried!" Suguha said expressionlessly.

"Ah, I'm worried too, Dad!" Kiritani Midori, as his wife, rested her chin on her hand, looking amusedly at her husband who couldn't even get angry.

"Dad, you saw it all, right?" Kirito grinned. "Mom and Yoko are both very worried."

"Tsk, let's have a spar after dinner, father and son." Looking at Kirito's grinning face, Kirigaya Nagaka was immediately furious. What happened to being the head of the family? Didn't he say he was going to give his son a hard time and let him know that moving out rashly was just courting death?

Why are they turning against me?

Are friendly forces also attacking?

"No, Dad, I haven't been feeling well lately. I'm afraid I can't withstand three of your moves. Please, have mercy on me and let Ye Zi take my place..."

"Shut up! Ye Zi worked hard to get to the top spot in the dojo, and you even helped her. What else do you want Ye Zi to do in your place—huh?"

“Father…” Suguha opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she received a glare from Kirigaya Nagaka and shut her mouth in a huff. Kirigaya Midori also indicated that she was powerless to help.

"...Consider it exercise after dinner." Kirito became a little more serious. As for Suguha's situation, it was indeed... Kirito didn't know how to put it.

Well, I doubt Dad would really hurt his good son like me... I'll just have to endure it once.

"Have a meal!"

"I'm starting!" X4

……

……

"So, Dad, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"What right do you have to talk to me like that? Look at your forehead, you've scraped it up, you can't even see where you're going, how are you going to draw!"

"But you twisted your back, I just wanted to help you... No, it's not a problem with the lights not being on."

Let me explain—

Five minutes ago, Kirito, wielding two wooden swords, was ready to charge at Kirigaya Nagato. However, after less than three exchanges, Kirigaya Nagato twisted his back due to a sudden turn. Kirito tried to run over to help him up, but he never expected...

Damn it, I tripped on flat ground!

Although he didn't have a chest, Kirito finally stopped finding it cute to fall flat on his face. Because it really hurt. Even though he avoided hitting his nose, his forehead hitting the ground felt about as bad as Hiratsuka Shizuka's heartbreaking headbutt. Kirito was dazed on the ground for a while before he could stand up.

Then, he helped up Kirigaya Nagato, who was clutching his waist. At this moment, the father and son were hurting each other... I mean, making sarcastic remarks.

"And also, does it really hurt that much? The pronunciation of the word has changed!"

"Try it and you'll see if it hurts."

"Dad, this might be a sign that you're about to awaken superpowers... Hmm, the superpower to predict the coming storms, isn't that amazing!"

"Stop cursing me, I'm still a long way from rheumatism and joint pain."

Patting Kirito on the shoulder, Kirigaya Nagaka gestured for him to sit on the wooden plank in front of the room, then let out a somewhat chilly sigh.

"You don't even know how to give way to your old man, I'm so..."