Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

"I'm still as afraid of this kind of animal as ever."

Nine fox feathers let out a wicked laugh.

Han Chuanyou's eyes showed surprise.

It turns out he's afraid of frogs; I've discovered another adorable side of the Minister.

"Tsurune, if you continue to treat me like that, one day you might find a lively frog hopping around in your bag," Kujou Kitsune threatened her.

"You dare?" Yagyu Genon raised his eyebrows.

"See if I dare."

Kujou-ha was in a good mood. He exited the news and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "The ten plagues in the Old Testament appear in Israel? This is hilarious."

"That's true."

Han Chuan You smiled knowingly and pinched the girl's soft cheek.

As Yagyu Genon watched this scene, he grew increasingly jealous.

Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of the exam.

She stood up and said coldly, "Let's go to the activity room. Get off him."

"I won't get up."

Nine fox feathers buried their faces in the boy's stomach, completely ignoring her, and even turned around to hug his waist.

"stand up."

Yagyu Genon's eyes grew even more gloomy, and his voice became a little louder.

She still didn't react.

With Hanchuan You's "Are you serious?" expression on her face, Yagyu Genon clasped her hands together, index and middle fingers touching, aimed at the target, and thrust down with all her might.

"what!"

Kujou Kitsune cried out urgently and sat up, clutching her buttocks.

"Where did you learn this perverted technique?!"

"What do you say?"

Yagyu Genon glanced at someone.

Han Chuanyou awkwardly raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

No, I clearly used a pat.

The girl felt incredibly refreshed. She hadn't gotten the same satisfaction from Han Chuanyou, and it wouldn't have been much better to use it on this annoying guy, maybe even more so.

"you……"

Kujo stood up, her hands still on her hips.

When had she ever been treated so cruelly by anyone? Even Han Chuan You would only poke her lightly at most.

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes blazing with anger, and turned to look at Han Chuanyou:

"Are you going to do anything about this? Hold her down, I want her back."

Han Chuanyou tried to suppress the smile that was about to appear on her lips, stood up, and patted her on the shoulder: "Never mind, calm down."

"Disobedient," Han Chuan You patted the minister on the back like a child, "Is that alright now?"

"Are you rewarding her?"

Kujo Kitsune was even more dissatisfied.

Yagyu Genon covered her buttocks, took a step back, and glared at him with equal shame and anger.

"Alright, give me some face."

"You really won't help me?" Kujou Kitsune narrowed her eyes.

"You're making things difficult for me."

Han Chuan You used the Face Fruit's power once again.

'Dear sister, please do whatever you want in private, just give me face, I'm begging you.'

Kujou Kitsune gave him a deep look, then coldly glanced at Yagyu Genon.

"You wait, just before I find an opportunity."

"You still have a long way to go."

Yagyu Genon returned a disdainful look.

She turned around and glared at Han Chuanyou:

"Hurry up!"

"coming."

Han Chuanyou picked up the teacup on the table and handed it to the young lady.

"Don't waste it, finish it."

Kujou Kitsune glanced down at the unremarkable tea, took it from his hand, took a sip, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"good."

She patted the boy's back and pinched him as if to vent her anger.

"It's pretty perky. Go ahead, but it's not over yet. You'll get what's coming to you later."

Han Chuanyou looked at him as if he had encountered a female hooligan.

"Are you asking for a beating again?" Liu Shengxian glared at him with her phoenix eyes.

"Heh..." Kujou Kitsune finished his tea in one gulp, a contemptuous smile curving his moistened lips.

Chapter 241 A New Sect Competition, Two Calamities Appear Simultaneously

Inside the Kendo Club activity room.

Even after the final exams, the Kendo Club still can't rest.

Yagyu Genon announced the upcoming training plan for the kendo club.

The girl, dressed in a kendo uniform, stood at the front of the group, her posture straight, like a long sword yet to be drawn, her cool demeanor carrying a hint of sharpness.

The sound was crisp and cool, and when mixed with the melodious horn sounds drifting in from the wind band outside the window, it was especially pleasing to the ear.

"The Jade Dragon Flag competition is fast approaching, so everyone must not slack off during this time. I will be confirming the participants during this period, regardless of whether you are in a higher or lower grade, based on your abilities..."

"Yes!!"

The members responded in unison.

"The final list will be announced in ten days, followed by a week-long training camp. Everyone should prepare in advance..."

Han Chuanyou felt the enthusiastic atmosphere.

The Jade Dragon Flag Competition.

It is full of openness and individual heroism.

In Deathmatch mode, the winner stays and the loser is eliminated, allowing one player to fight multiple opponents.

With no regional restrictions and over three thousand participants, it embodies the dreams of countless young kendo practitioners from the island nation. He once imagined the thrilling scene of winning first place amidst a sea of ​​competitors.

But for him, this match seemed to have lost all its challenge.

As for whether or not to participate, of course you should.

He has always believed that outstanding people deserve more.

To become better is not only about improving one's own abilities, and not only for oneself, but also for the sake of those around us.

Therefore, he never intended to hide himself too much.

In secret, he was a ruthless and decisive reaper, inspiring fear and awe.

On the surface, he is a handsome Tokyo guy with excellent grades, a strong physique, and is loved by everyone. He is also very charismatic and takes responsibility for his life.

He wanted to stand out and make others think that he deserved everything he had.

The Grand Tournament of Righteous Sects is imminent. The most outstanding talents from all sects are emerging to defeat all opponents, lead their disciples to victory, and claim honor. Rewards await the top three in both the team and individual competitions – an opportunity not to be missed!

The subtitles in front of him brought him back to his senses.

The specific rewards for winning the competition weren't mentioned, but that's enough to make people look forward to it.

This level of event is no less impressive than a sports festival.

After arranging for the members to begin training, Yagyu Genon stepped forward with a bamboo sword.

The boy adopted a thoughtful expression.

As evening fell, the dark clouds had dispersed, revealing a small opening in the clouds through which golden sunlight streamed in, illuminating the boy's face and making his handsome features appear almost dreamlike.

Yagyu Genon's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and her voice unconsciously softened.

What are you thinking about?

"If we're going to have a training camp, how about we stay together? Let's go to the Fox Feather lounge," the boy said with a smile.

"I'm doing this for your own good. You're a light sleeper, aren't you? So many girls sleeping on the floor, it's going to be noisy just thinking about it."

Yagyu Genon glanced at him: "I'd probably have even less sleep if I slept with you."

"He didn't refuse immediately."

Han Chuan You nodded seriously.

"It seems she's starting to accept her role as a fiancée and is ready to fulfill her responsibilities. That's progress."

"Shut up." Yagyu Genne's cheeks flushed, and she subconsciously looked around. "Practice your sword. If you don't perform well on the day, I won't let you off easily."

Han Chuanyou smiled and replied, "Yes, sir."

……

Tel Aviv.

The streets were littered with the corpses of frogs, sticky and slippery underfoot. The heavy stench of blood mixed with the putrid smell of rotting aquatic animals permeated the air throughout the city.

Inside the underground fortress.

It was also captured at this moment.

Frogs kept emerging from ventilation ducts, drains, and any other possible passageways, covering the corridors and staircases.

The exhaust fan churned the incoming frogs into dust, and a viscous liquid dripped from the vents, filling the entire bunker with a strong, fishy stench.

The Israeli Prime Minister looked at his messy office; a number of frogs had just wandered in, giving him a fright.

Above, the exhaust pipe, sealed off by an iron plate, emitted a series of impact sounds, while the croaking of frogs inside only added to the irritation.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes were downcast.

what on earth is it?

This doesn't make sense. Could it really be the legendary frog plague?

He didn't believe in the concept of the Ten Calamities; everything could be explained by science.

Israel will never be abandoned by God.

An officer walked into the office, the stench making him frown: "Prime Minister, Tel Aviv is practically flooded with frogs—in the sewers, drainpipes, building cracks, everywhere. It's impossible to completely seal them off."

The Prime Minister paused for a moment, then gave the order:

"Send troops to clean up the area, and temporarily withdraw those from Gaza. First, pacify the internal situation, then deal with external threats. Burn all this filth to the ground! I refuse to believe this filth will never end!"

"Yes!"

"In addition, Mossad Director David Gurion was found dead in his home, along with his son. Judging from the manner of their deaths, it was Death himself."

The Israeli Prime Minister's expression grew increasingly grim.

They've really started the decapitation strikes against them.

Was this frog plague the work of Death?