Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

"Interesting."

Sam Miller's eyes fell on Makomo with interest.

Wearing a fox mask with flower patterns on her cheeks, the girl with black mid-length hair bowed slightly.

"Makomo, I have met you. Mr. Makomo, now let's have a match."

A delicate figure stood in front.

As the wind blew, the girl's long hair flew, and a sword like a rapier hung from her waist.

At this moment, her hands relaxed naturally, and she looked up at him.

Sam shook his head: "This kind of competition is too boring. How about adding a wager?"

He looked at Makomo, giving a playful smile.

There was a mischievous glint in his golden eyes, as if he had some bad thoughts.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her eyes flickering and thoughtful.

"Sir... please tell me."

"If I win, how about you teach Kanao the 'breathing method' later?"

As he spoke, he pointed to Kanao Tsuyuri, who was still standing obediently in the distance. Although the most suitable "breathing method" for Kanao should be "Flower Breathing," it wouldn't hurt to learn another breathing style.

Moreover, 'Flower Breathing' is a branch of 'Water Breathing.'

"Makomo's skills are all taught by the teacher. Without the teacher's permission, Makomo cannot agree."

Makomo shook her head.

Hearing this, Sam showed slight disappointment: "If that's the case, forget it. It's not interesting."

He smiled and showed no intention of competing with Makomo.

"Sir, forgive me."

Seeing that Sam didn't agree, Makomo's pretty eyes narrowed slightly.

Her body bowed slightly.

The next moment, her thumb pressed against the hilt of the sword at her waist.

At the same moment, her footsteps were light, beginning in a trot, and after about two or three steps, her hands and feet suddenly exerted strength, and the long sword was unsheathed. At the same time, her figure also bounced off the ground.

"Excuse me."

The girl's crisp voice followed, and then her sword slashed through the air.

The girl's sword didn't seem strong, but it highlighted the word 'fast.'

Sam only had time to turn his head, and the sharp rapier had already been swung.

*Crack!*

A clear sound was heard.

It was the sound of the bamboo hat being cut.

As the bamboo hat shattered, Sam's face was revealed. The most striking feature of his handsome face was the two demon horns on his head, which confirmed his identity.

The girl missed with her sword but retreated to her original position.

"It's fast, but not strong enough," Sam commented lightly.

"Really? If one sword isn't enough, try a few more..."

Makomo raised her sword and pointed the tip at Sam.

A coldness flashed across Sam's golden eyes.

At that moment, the girl stepped forward swiftly.

Her sword quickly aimed at Sam's face with lightning speed.

Almost impossible to dodge.

"What!"

A soft 'eh' came from the girl's mouth, but she missed again.

It's not that Sam could actually dodge.

But the opponent seemed to know the position of her sword in advance and dodged accordingly.

This ability came from his demon nature.

A danger warning.

It allowed him to sense danger in advance and respond.

In fact, even if Makomo's sword hit him, it wouldn't kill him, but it would be embarrassing.

A sword was dodged by Sam, and Makomo couldn't believe it.

She attacked again.

The girl's movements were very flexible and fast. Sam attacked several times, but Makomo was never touched. In the end, Sam didn't attack at all but took the initiative to defend.

Initially, facing the girl's extremely fast sword, even relying on the danger warning to dodge in advance, he felt awkward, but slowly, he began to adapt.

As time passed, facing Makomo's attacks, he became more adept at defending, while Makomo, in contrast, began to slow down as time went on.

"That's it."

A 'muffled' sound, and Sam, who had been on the defensive, suddenly stretched out his hand, and his golden palm reached for the girl's face with lightning speed.

After attacking for so long, the girl's stamina was exhausted. When attacked suddenly, she wanted to dodge, but her physical strength had slowed her down, and she couldn't keep pace.

A golden palm slid across her mask.

The girl's figure slowly retreated, her slightly immature and delicate face perfectly revealed.

At the same moment, a fox mask with a flower pattern appeared in Sam's palm.

"So that's what you look like."

He smiled and said with some admiration: "It's quite nice."

A blush appeared on the girl's face unconsciously.

With a wave of Sam's palm, the fox mask was tossed aside by him.

Makomo hastily picked it up and put it back on her face.

After a moment, the girl bowed slightly:

"Thank you, sir, for your advice."