[Comprehensive] Sweet Uchiha

Oh, I feel how difficult the world is.

Xia Mulan looked at a row of three dwarfs squatting on the roadside, covering their heads with big bags, and let out a philosophical sigh.

She was still lamenting here that it was nice to be a girl and she wouldn't get beaten even if she made a fuss, but she was slapped on the head and killed.

Songyang Sang obviously smiled gently, but it was wrong! You look at me with a smile like this with your eyes open only a few times a year. Lan-chan makes me tremble!

Finally, the four little brats who were fighting on the curb were carried back to school by the narrow-eyed beauty.

After a series of threats that they would be eaten by monsters and teachers if they sneaked out at night, the two dwarfs on the other side set their sights on Matsushita Private School.

From time to time, he comes to the house to do something, and he, Ziran Juan and himself have become quite good playmates.

Bah, fuck the female horse's pretty good playmate.

The two dwarfs opposite expressed their real-name objections.

In short, the peaceful school in the village ushered in the reign of the four demon kings.

They are the aloof prince Takasugi-kun, the sugar-loving fish-eyes-kun, the meat-pad madman Wig-jun, and our outstanding non-stick pan player, the lovely Ran-chan.

Originally, Matsushita Private School already had two trouble-makers who were fearless, but now there are two more, which is almost tearing the roof off.

Of course, the prude Takasugi-kun, yes, that kid from an aristocratic family who likes to wear purple kimonos, always pretends to be well-behaved in front of Shoyo-san.

Gintoki, who suffered from it, always complained about Ran and Takasugi - the good babies in front of Songyang, but the big devils behind his back.

It’s the morning kendo class again.

Since Katsura and Takasugi arrived, Gintoki felt that he had finally found an opponent he could play with for a while, without having to be suppressed by Mr. Shoyo every day.

Xia Mulan was finally liberated and could paddle openly with a bamboo knife on her side.

Mr. Songyang, who was standing next to her, couldn't see it and walked to her side, "Lan, don't be lazy, practice with the teacher." He squinted and touched her head, and said softly: "Since Gui and the others came, , do you still remember how many kendo classes you skipped?"

Cang...the sky has no eyes.

Xia Mulan, who is physically disabled, thought of this at this moment.

Xia Mulan, who had been fishing for three days and drying nets for two days in the kendo class, couldn't even hold the sword correctly. Mr. Songyang patiently held her little hand and corrected it little by little, and then took her to practice swinging together. , chop, chop and other basic introductory movements.

This was said to be a sparring session of swordsmanship, but in reality it was a one-to-one auxiliary teaching that lasted less than two hours. The exhausted Xia Mulan protested and wanted to rest.

Hey, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and persisted for so long, all because of the beauty of the narrow-eyed beauty.

Xia Mulan raised her head, and Mr. Songyang's long chestnut hair above her fell down to her face, "Songyang-san, you're tired."

The teacher with narrowed eyes did not force anything, "Go and have a rest, Lan."

Then Xia Mulan watched him turn around and walk to the other side. Natural volume and Takasugi were fighting fiercely without protective gear.

Although Gintoki usually looks like a very curly man, when he picks up the sword, he has an aura like an evil spirit. Although his opponent Takasugi was born in a samurai family and has received systematic training, he looks like a demon in a fight. He is also in a very fierce state.

But in terms of swordsmanship and survival, it is still inferior to the ghouls who have been wandering on the battlefield since childhood.

Perhaps their swordsmanship is comparable in skill, but there is always a difference between humans and ghosts.

At this time, Gui, who was alone, ran to Xia Mulan, took out a handkerchief with a dog pattern from his sleeve, and handed it to the girl who was wiping sweat with her bare hands.

Lan took the veil and smiled with two cute dimples, "The wig looks like my mother."

The boy with long, straight black hair that was smoother than the girl stood on tiptoes and tried hard to help Lan tidy up the messy hair that she had just done during practice. "It's not a wig, it's Gui." He protested.

Then Lan, like a very common bad boy who lifts up a little girl's skirt, lifted Katsura's ponytail, threw the sweat-wiping handkerchief into his arms, and ran to watch the battle between Gintoki and Takasugi. .

"Hey