novelraw Chapter 2274 - 1447: It’s Getting Livelier
Chapter 2274 - 1447: It’s Getting Livelier
During dinner, Sakura, who might become the youngest upper-level ninja in Japan, was still there.
Indeed.
She’s a ninja, a death warrior, her specialty is surely not social niceties.
Mentioning ninja, one can’t help but think of a Japanese anime.
Honestly, this Sakura really looks somewhat like the Sakura from the anime, with neat ear-length short hair and exquisite features, but absolutely expressionless.
Hmm.
Very much fits the image of a death warrior.
Our first "meeting" earlier was quite awkward, but Boss Jiang is a man, and being a man means having the absolute advantage in this regard. Of course, some bold people might claim they were taken advantage of, but Boss Jiang would never do such a thing.
As awkward as it was, when you calm down and think of her as a machine rather than a primate, it’s all fine.
As a death warrior, there’s no real distinction in gender anyway, not much different from a machine.
"Does Jiang Sang find Sakura beautiful?"
Noticing that Jiang Chen kept glancing at her death warrior, Fujiwara Reiki spoke up, and, not being shallow, showed not the slightest hint of jealousy.
If she could feel jealous, she wouldn’t have said something like suggesting a concubine.
It’s definitely not a test, but Miss Fujiwara isn’t an ordinary woman. If Jiang Chen nodded, you could bet that even if Boss Jiang brought someone into the bedroom right now, she would have no objections and continue eating leisurely.
Time marches on, many fine traditions were abandoned by Shen Zhou over the historical river, yet in Japan, they were preserved.
During the feudal period,
polygamy was a common social institution.
The strong were destined to have more rights to mate.
"How old is she?"
Jiang Chen asked.
"What does Jiang Sang think?"
Fujiwara Reiki teased, "Does Jiang Sang care much about age?"
Indeed, age is a somewhat crucial metric for women, but Boss Jiang is not that superficial.
Counting the women around him, if not all, most should be older than him.
The allure of a woman should never be restricted by simple age.
Young girls at twenty are indeed youthful and lively, but they lack the deep charm of mature women.
"She shouldn’t be over thirty."
Jiang Chen continued.
Fujiwara Reiki didn’t respond, just smiled thoughtfully, then said, "Jiang Sang can try to find out."
Try it.
That’s skill.
With just a word, she throws phrases others wouldn’t even think of.
Jiang Chen’s inquiry about age had no other implication, just curious about how high this Sakura’s martial arts talent is.
The youngest prospective upper-level ninja can be considered a benchmark of Japanese martial artists’ caliber.
Of course, the Earth’s fortune couldn’t be fully concentrated on the Shen Zhou land, but undeniably, this Sakura is no match for the Daoist Sister.
Why think of the Daoist Sister?
Put it this way.
When you’re engaging intimately with a beautiful serpent in the room, outside the wall, a ninja, devoid of emotion, is always on standby.
Would you be afraid?
If the Daoist Sister was there, there’d be no such worries; the just-over-twenty Daoist Sister is surely more reliable than a modern high-tech smart lock.
Of course.
The final result was safe and sound.
The fact proves, this Japan’s most beautiful and dangerous serpent still has "feelings" for him. Otherwise, after last night’s wildness, logically, he should have been chopped into meat paste as seasoning for this meal.
"Upper-level ninja should be the highest rank among ninjas, right?"
Ignoring the other’s yellow remarks, Jiang Chen continued the chat.
What is professionalism?
Last night, despite Fujiwara Reiki’s screams, they stayed put, unlike other types of security who, even without orders, would have rushed in.
What terrifying execution ability is this?
The smallest detail reveals the true picture.
Japan’s longstanding death warrior training system is not to be underestimated.
"Hmm. Jiang Sang knows quite a lot, huh."
Fujiwara Reiki quipped recklessly, once eavesdropping on Boss Jiang, who wasn’t as calm back then.
Probably to Fujiwara Reiki herself, this Sakura is more akin to a tool.
"Can she hand-form the Spiral Ball?"
Jiang Chen asked composedly.
"Pfft—"
Fujiwara Reiki couldn’t hold back her laughter, her smile bewitching, "Likely... she shouldn’t be able to, has Jiang Sang ever seen a ninja who can hand-form the Spiral Ball?"
"Seen many, like a kid named Naruto Uzumaki who can even use the Shadow Clone Technique."
Boss Jiang, in all seriousness, joked, amusing Fujiwara Reiki to the point of bending forward and backward, seemingly forgetting the pain from being tormented all night.
Anime is anime.
Jiang Chen is undoubtedly aware that this still follows a materialistic worldview. In fact, he had encountered ninjas before, even fought them, and let’s not talk about flying and ground escapes, but he couldn’t even beat them. When cornered in the restaurant’s backyard with no way out, he threw a smoke bomb to escape. That truly broadened his horizons, completely shattering the filter created by Japanese anime.
If Japanese ninjas could really perform Water Escape, Fire Escape, and other ninjutsu, then the Daoist Sister definitely should be able to perform Sword Flight and Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Not to please anyone, Fujiwara Reiki tried to suppress her laughter, but couldn’t stop. Being able to amuse such a bewitching one to this extent shows Boss Jiang’s humor skills. Yet, despite this, Sakura standing beside them remained expressionless, calm and steady, proving with her presence that Japanese ninjas live up to their reputation.
"Jiang Sang, you really make me more and more fascinated..."
Finally managing to curb her laughter, Fujiwara Reiki said infatuatedly, a flush across her cheeks from laughing, her gaze at Jiang Chen seemed to melt a person.