'Ho-ho, what's up, Yuto? Get more serious.

"You old man of color!　You better get your ass home!　Ha!

　You can also use a number of different types of tools to help you get the best results. Matakura flicked it with the flat of his wooden sword, and their swords grazed each other's faces right next to each other, so close that Masato and Matakura collided with each other so close that their foreheads almost touched.
　Their Senkies also pushed each other, and the space around them distorted as if it were compressed.

''What is this, Yuto, is this the extent?　This is going to make the mausoleum of Dao Du cry. Even if you can't use the Spiritual Sword Technique, I've given you all of those sword techniques, right?

Grandpa are you sure you're not going to leave?

Of course!　I've come here to get a "Yes, sir, I'm here to get a "Yes, sir," from my little JK wife!

Boo, you old idiot......... Who the hell did you hear about this big festival?

Don't tell anyone. I was told to keep it to myself. In fact, you're in on it. You can't blame me for being in on it.

'What are you talking about when you're lying about your age!　And I'm participating at the request of Akane!　I'm just trying to keep an eye out for anyone who might be in on the shady side!　I didn't join you with the intention of being your son-in-law!

''Zhu Yin?　Ho-ho, that's what the priestess said. Well, there you go, that suspicious bunch you've got, plenty of them. Didn't you notice?　You. I'll take care of the festival, and you go to your suspicious people, so go on, go on.

You!　First!　I don't like this!　Let's go, grandpa!

Mm!

'Hah!　Spiritual Sword Technique!

　Yuto pulled ETOBA and performed two stabs with his right hand at the upper and middle levels.
　The welcoming Kazura dropped slightly, thrusting back with the tip of his wooden sword to change the trajectory of Yuto's invisible thrust, and then alternately changed his right and left legs into an axis, retreating in a semi-circle as he struck back to meet Yuto's flash.
　Two holes passed through the rock behind Sumazo, which was on the trajectory of Yuto's thrust, and the tree trunks standing on either side of Sumazo's back were cut off by Yuto's sword pressure.

''Two thrusts in a chain, two flashes, good move, Yuto!

I'm not done!

　Yuto holds a posture with both hands and kesa-slash.
　In response to this, Sumazo switched between right and left handed wooden swords as if dancing like Yuto, while maneuvering and moving as if to spread a curtain of wooden swords around himself.

''Haaaaah!''

Mmmmmm!

　Yuto hasn't stopped yet. Sumazo has not stopped as well.
　Their beautiful and dangerous dance created a blade of wind around them, and unfortunately, everything that entered their range was chopped to pieces, millimeter by millimeter.
　At this time, Sumazo, who was supposed to have been hit by Yuto's barrage of blows, was smiling under his mask.

(Good, good, good, Masato. You have done well, you have made it this far. Since you can't use your spiritual power, you can't reach Dou Dou Dou's innermost secrets......Mm!

　In a moment, Masato's cutting edge took a trajectory that was contrary to expectations. It grazed Kazura's mask as a result, revealing Kazura's white hair from the right head of the mask.

(What!　That was it!　That guy has been using his Senjutsu and Spiritual Sword Techniques...!

　But then Kazura continues to duck everything.
　And the dance of death that seemed to go on forever for Masato stops.

''How's that, grandpa!　You're ready to give up and go home!

Hm!　Don't gasp at that level, you immature.

I knew it would be impossible to beat him head-on, huh?

'Oh?　At last, my unworthy grandson, I understand. So, you give up. I'm going to be happy at the festival, ho-ho-ho-ho!

"Beep!"

　Then there was an electronic sound from away from Yuto and the others.
　'What's the tatagura?'　He nodded his head.

'Hmmm, did you think I didn't have a plan against Grandpa?

　Yuto turned around and put his hand in the lower area behind the rock behind him and took out his cell phone.



'Yes!　And!　This is a call from Mari and the others headed to the dojo.

...?

　Yuto grinned with a nasty grin on his face, and Ketsuzou gave him a quizzical look.

'Grandpa I know what I'm talking about?　Where my grandfather's collection is more important than his life.

"?　Oh, you ... no way.

I mean, no way!　That disreputable collection under the kitchen floor has now fallen into my hands!　You know what this means, right?　Grandpa.

''Na-na, Yuto!　Oh, it was all I could gather, with painstaking and bloody work!　You're depriving the old man of his little pleasures!

"...it's too late, old man!　Give up!　Or else that photo album and a bunch of business cards with service vouchers and contact information from the odd store!　And I can't talk about it.　Burn it all down!

"Fools!　It's the secret of my youth!　No, I don't!　You don't like Mari, do you, honey?　It's not good!

"...What?　Mari?　Why?

No, it's just that...

I don't know what it is, but you need to tell me now!　That's right, give up!　If you give up, I'll tell Ichigo and leave it at that!

'....Gugu, but...JK wife...yes, ahhh, but....

I'm calling you.

Okay, okay!　Give up!　So, hurry up and stop Mari!　There's a hidden picture in there....

"...What?　Hidden ... shots?　You ... no way.

No, not from a normal practice session! It's true! I can make quite a bit of money at your high school for this alone....

What's the...?

　Yuto's face paled as he could somehow feel his own grandfather's deeds.
　Bleep!
　Then the electronic tone sounded again.
　The caller was shown on the screen with Mari Shirasawa.

''.........''

　The two members of the Dou Dou family stared at their cell phones in horror.
　I didn't think that Yuto would have thought that the collection of the clan's collection had the potential to turn into such a catastrophe.
　But they can't ignore this incoming call.
　Yuto gulped and gulped.......................never mind answer the phone.
　There's a poor old man in front of him, trembling with tears in his eyes. It's with a mask, though.

''Ah ... hello, Mari.''

"Yuto!　It's a big deal!"

'Well, Mari-chan, calm down!　Because I didn't know it existed!　This was all done by my old man alone...

"What are you talking about!　No, it's not!　I just got a call from Mr. Gaston!"

!　From Gaston!　Why is it for Mari!

　Yuto's expression hardens as he listens to the message he received from Mari to Gaston.



　Immediately after this, a tremendous shock wave from the second match venue blasted to Yuto and the others, drowning out the decapitated voices of the likely participants.