Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

After Xiangzi left, Kirito came downstairs. The three of them turned on the TV and tuned to the channel that always showed anime during holidays. They ate while watching.

Because of the slow speed of some online video resources in Japan, many anime are broadcast on television at fixed times. This is why in the past, people in Japan often needed someone to record a program for them if they were busy but wanted to watch it.

"Sigh, another isekai (another world) theme. The Japanese animation industry is really declining. Where did the days go when Heaven's Lost Property, To Love-Ru, and Fate could produce one or two masterpieces every year?"

Kazuma's complaints about his dissatisfaction.

"Well, this is also a part of the development of the times. For us, the isekai theme is something we're tired of. Those plots of being bullied and then being bullied back are very cliché. But for middle school students who have just reached the age of being exposed to anime, these are all things they've never seen before."

This is what's known as the aesthetic cycle.

Kirito shrugged.

"With such a serious decline in birth rate, where do all these new viewers come from?"

Kazuma hurriedly ate a few bites of food and went upstairs with Kerry.

Today's main focus is on a healing spell, but it seems to be a variant of the Plague Spell, which Hilichurls use to treat diseases within their community. That's why Zhencai and I learned the Plague Spell first yesterday.

Seeing the two of them go off to study, Kirito sighed.

"call……"

He originally wanted to take a good rest, perhaps by inviting his friends to play games together.

However, seeing his teammates working so hard, he felt a little uneasy.

How about we go back to the dojo and practice some more?

No, that would be too troublesome if we encountered Suguha.

Let's practice in the park.

Kirito thought for a moment, then went to a sports store and bought a bamboo sword, before heading to the park.

Akabanedai Park, which was closed for a period of time after the last fierce battle between the group, has now reopened to the public, but there are quite a few people in the park at this time.

Kirito walked up the mountain path and saw that the place where the shrine used to be had been demolished, leaving only a few rivet marks on the ground.

Upon reaching the deserted mountaintop pavilion, Kirito drew the bamboo sword from his back.

Kirito casually swung his sword, then stopped and gathered his strength, preparing to unleash a second strike.

"Shh!"

"Click!"

The bamboo knife in his hand suddenly exploded and turned into something resembling a training broom.

Yes, this kind of training with swords, and being whipped like that, simply cannot withstand the inhuman force of several people.

Kirito scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled.

He then remembered that both of the curved blades he had obtained from the merfolk were also damaged.

There's no repair powder here; if a weapon is broken, it's broken.

The only weapon still usable is the katana that Senzaemon Nakiri gave me back then.

He brought his katana with him, but he didn't intend to practice with the sharpened real thing in public.

"Hey buddy over there, are you having trouble finding a suitable weapon?"

Suddenly a voice rang out from the woods.

Kirito looked back warily, only to find that it was just a wooded area.

How come the tree can talk?

Just as Kirito was wondering what was going on, a piece of bark was peeled off.

A disheveled, middle-aged man with messy, dirty hair and some gray hairs walked out from behind.

"Sorry, sorry I startled you. I'm also training. My name is Motobu Izou."

My dojo is in that park over there. Hey buddy, would you be interested in sparring with me? If you're interested, I have quite a few good swords here, I can give you one for free.

A master like this guy is hard to find.

The person spoke to Kirito sincerely, which Kirito found very strange.

What kind of dojo would be in a park? He shook his head.

"no need."

With that, Kirito prepared to leave.

"Hey bro, don't be so cold~ Besides, when it comes to sparring, it's like rape. It doesn't require both sides to agree. As long as one side makes a move, it's started, isn't it?"

The middle-aged man plucked a few strands of his stiff hair, tied them into a line, and blew it towards the back of Kirito's neck.

"Shh!"

Kirito swung his cello case on his back to block the attack instantly, then unzipped it and drew his weapon.

He turned to look at the other person.

"Uh...that's a really fierce look."

The man saw Kirito turn his head to look at him and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, but he also took out a dagger from his pocket.

"However, this is a rare opportunity. If I knock you down, I will take you to the hospital and cover your medical expenses."

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Chapter 240, Part 5: Taoism!

Great! That's exactly what I wanted!

Although he was still saying on the surface that he was taking the person to the hospital, he was actually extremely excited inside.

Excellent! That look in his eyes definitely indicates he's killed someone before!

This is exactly what I wanted! I never expected to encounter such a great opponent when I casually went out for a practice session.

If we let them go, even the heavens will weep!

"Shh!"

The sound of wind breaking through the air was heard.

They'll start a fight at the drop of a hat! We're definitely birds of a feather!

Hmm! The way he's holding the knife suggests he has a background in kendo! However, his moves are rather wide and aggressive, indicating he frequently participates in close combat and deathmatches, always aiming to kill without any regard for defense. In that case…

The message flashed through his mind, and the next moment, headquarters was shocked to find Blade right in front of them.

So fast!

The speed that instantly chilled him to the bone reminded him of the man who could wield his knife.

"clang!"

The commander raised his dagger, but the next moment it was already flying through the air.

His sheer physical strength seemed to shut out any possibility of using any techniques.

However, the headquarters has no shortage of experienced personnel in this area.

"Snapped!"

He threw the bag of lime he was holding directly out.

"Ok?"

Kirito took a step back, then lifted the bag on his back and fanned it in the air.

As the wind blew, the limestone exploded in the air, but was quickly dispersed.

However, as Kirito continued searching for the other party's location, he smelled a foul odor and saw a cloud of smoke rising in front of him.

It's a stink bomb! And with a smoke bomb too, what's wrong with this old man? He clearly just came here to train, but he started fighting at the drop of a hat.

Kirito retreated onto the platform, raising his sword in a state of readiness.

Then they saw a figure in the smoke running into the woods.

They...they ran away?

Kirito watched the figure fleeing into the forest but made no attempt to give chase.

This strange fellow doesn't seem to be an evil creature. It's best to ignore this childlike guy.

But just as Kirito showed any sign of turning around, shouts came from the forest.

"Hey! Dude, are you a coward? Don't run away!"

Honbu Izo also felt strange. Wait a minute, isn't the most regrettable thing for a martial artist? It's having no place to use all the martial arts skills he's learned. He's done so many things that deserve a beating, shouldn't the other party come after him and beat him up?

"If you run away, I'll keep chasing you! I might even secretly throw knives at you, just to fulfill this old man's wish. Come on, let's fight!"

He said he was going to fight, but he hid in the woods and showed no intention of coming out.

What a hassle!

Kirito couldn't hold back when he heard about being followed.

I went out by myself and ended up running into a jerk.

If I run, you chase after me and ambush me; if I chase you, you run away. What do you want?

The eaves!

"Hey! Since you say you want to spar, then come out here."

"No way, I'm just an ordinary old man who got stronger through hard work. I don't have a monster-like body like yours. If it's going to be a head-on fight, at least prepare a machine gun for me."

The other party was quite straightforward, not afraid to admit their shortcomings at all.

However, Kirito also pursed his lips, thinking that an ordinary human could not throw out lime powder while he was making a move.

This guy's physical attributes are definitely among the best of the best among all the fighters on that ship.

As they spoke, a throwing knife was tossed into the woods.

Kirito didn't defend himself, because the sword didn't fly towards him; instead, it stuck in the ground.