"When did you first realize that I was not a maid?"

"Hey~ are you curious?"

In the room, the two girls facing each other showed no trace of tension on each other's faces. Sakura Yabuki, who had a poker face and showed no emotion, was the first to break the deadlock and nodded gently.

"Well, to be honest, I am quite confident in my performance."

It's true, that calm atmosphere doesn't make sense without special practice, and Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't see through the opponent's disguise at once.

But...

"For some special reasons, I am more cautious."

After all, if you were not careful, you would have died a long time ago - Fujimaru Ritsuka complained in his heart.

And...

"Moreover, Mr. Crow and Mr. Yasha have been looking at me up and down since I walked in. However, such a beautiful sister like you only glanced at me when I walked in, and then consciously avoided looking at me.

It’s too strange, both in terms of identity and personality, so I’m going to guess that you two are in the same group. The reason why you don’t want to look at her is to avoid me noticing your relationship, right?”

Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly.

Hearing this, Yabuki Sakura understood.

Hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng was surprised.

Hearing this, the two corpses that were undulating on the ground bounced slightly, and then fell completely silent.

The atmosphere in the room paused for a moment, and Yuan Zhisheng expressionlessly removed his hand from the handle of the knife, leaned on the table, and then sighed and covered his face.

It was his order not to look at Yabuki Sakura too much. The purpose was the same as what Fujimaru Ritsuka said, but he didn't expect that these two people could look at a junior high school girl for a long time.

Yuan Zhisheng's posture at this moment was like a silent apology.

Red bean paste private Marseille....My people are so embarrassed, really red bean paste private Marseille!

Yabuki Sakura, Yasha, and Crow are the team members of Mr. Minamoto Chiaki, the director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Mixed Race Branch.

Maybe it’s because he’s been the director for less than a year, or maybe it’s because he’s too young and energetic, and his team is in a mess, basically cobbled together, but it’s not a big problem, at least they have a pretty good division of labor.

clear.

Minamoto is responsible for fighting, and Yabuki Sakura is responsible for fighting, internal adjustment, intelligence acquisition, coordination, housekeeping, balancing the male-female ratio, and improving the appearance of the group.

Crow and Yaksha are responsible for setting off their wisdom and martial arts, occasionally... very occasionally C.

There is no doubt that this is the golden triangle.

And having said that, although the work Sakura Yabuki is responsible for is a little redundant, it is undeniable that she has always done a good job.

Even now——

The subordinates' dereliction of duty will be rectified by the subordinates. The majesty of the Sheqi family is at stake. At this moment, Yabuki Sakura will help the building collapse!

It's always been like this.

This is how it should be, rather, it can only be like this!

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes suddenly solidified. He raised his head and met the eyes of Secretary Sheng Xing, who had a clear understanding of each other.

Sakura nodded her head lightly and smiled peacefully, and the young female assistant's mask also fell off...

White light suddenly appeared, and a sharp dagger suddenly appeared on the side of Fujimaru Ritsuka's face. It appeared out of thin air, like a ghost! When she subconsciously looked over there, she discovered that almost at the same time, there was a sound coming from the other side of her.

A strong wind that makes one’s hair stand on end.

The white daggers in the field of vision kept approaching, and Fujimaru Ritsuka reacted almost instinctively.

Without hesitation, he pulled Yabuki Sakura's wrist towards him, which had not been let go just now, causing the latter to lose balance. At the same time, he bent down at the waist, touched the ground with his free palm and pushed back, quickly moving towards the wine table.

distance.

"Oh oh oh so dangerous!"

Her reaction was quick, but she didn't expect that Yabuki Sakura's response was also extremely quick.

The blue and white kimono was taken off at some point and was thrown into the air, completely blocking Fujimaru Ritsuka's sight. At the same time, the two daggers also penetrated through. Unable to determine the direction, they could only dodge to the side.

The dagger almost flew past Fujimaru Ritsuka's slender waist.

The poor innocent kimono fell to the ground, and Yabuki Sakura also revealed her figure hidden under the beautiful kimono.

Fujimaru Ritsuka inexplicably smelled the fragrance of slightly cold plum blossoms, and then she looked at the black fabric that was close to Yabuki Sakura's body, with metal blades inserted all over it.

Now it doesn’t look like a flower, but like a black spider, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought.

This time there was no chance for a truce. The female assassin in black attire quickly approached like a shadow, reaching out with her hands. Every blow seemed not to be aimed at subduing Ritsuka Fujimaru, but more like an intention to make her suffer.

The strong wind blew by, and the maple red hair fluttered in the air. Yabuki Sakura whipped her leg again, almost grazing her cheek, and there was a burning tingling sensation on her skin.

The space in this room is not large, and it would be difficult to perform many gorgeous and complicated moves. However, Yabuki Sakura's body seems to be particularly flexible. She can even put one hand on the ground and kick her legs straight into the sky.

And out.

In order to avoid being caught by the legs, several sharp blades will be shot out from nowhere, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka weak.

The fierce wind roared continuously, and Sakura's attacks were sharp and effective, never cumbersome. Coupled with her black close-fitting combat uniform and slender and flexible body, her attacks never stopped like a tide, as if an obsidian spider was in this small room.

Covered with cobwebs, it is bullying and ravaging its prey.

"Hiss... As expected of Miss Sakura."

Yasha was lying on the ground with half of his face still pressed against the tatami, peeping at the battlefield and muttering in a low voice.

"Nonsense, that's Miss Sakura."

Crow Qing Mimi, who was also lying on the ground next to him, held his eyes with his hands and responded simply.

To be honest, as mentioned above, although Crow and Yasha are both named as forward strategists in this team, in terms of their fighting skills, they may not be able to reach Miss Sakura's ponytail if they are tied together.

He is a killer by background and minored in ninja, who dares to try it!

Above the two of them, Yuan Zhisheng looked down at the back of his head with indifferent eyes, silent.

But then again, when he turned his attention back to the two girls fighting, he unexpectedly showed a solemn look, his brows furrowed, and he didn't seem as relieved as the other two.

——————

Lifting his shoulders and arms to open Sakura's slender thighs, Fujimaru Ritsuka took a step back lightly.

Seeing this, Yabuki Sakura stopped pressing. She took back her offensive, and while looking for flaws, she praised her.

"The movements are very clean. In addition to fitness, have you practiced martial arts specifically?"

"I have practiced calligraphy and piano."

Looking at Yabuki Sakura's puzzled expression, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to herself that she was indeed not lying. She had really practiced these two skills in her life. Learning these art-related skills was originally planned to be used when interacting with heroic spirits in the future.

.

As for martial arts...

It seems that I haven’t met anyone in this world who can teach me.

"If I have to say, I have learned some ancient Greek fighting, ancient Roman boxing, and Bajiquan."

Refers to Pankrasin, Jacob's siblings and the like.

Fujimaru Ritsuka made a gesture with her thumb and index finger, describing that she had only learned a little bit.

"In that case...should I try to attack you this time?"

Yabuki Sakura didn't hesitate and just suggested softly.

"Huh?"

Seeing the surprised look on the girl's face, Yabuki Sakura explained with a smile.

"You have been dodging or defending since just now, right? There are many opportunities to pursue the victory but you don't choose to attack. Is there any deep meaning in that? Or are you simply looking down on your opponent?"

The half-clenched fist trembled when he heard the words, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes blinked, a little surprised by the content of the words.

Only then did she realize her violation.

Why not attack?

Why should you ask? Of course it’s because the people who trained her before didn’t give her a chance to fight back!

If you can dodge a move, it's considered a success. If you can defend yourself, open the champagne. Don't even think about counterattacks. It will only add to your worries.

But it’s different now...

This unique point is different from the previous ones, and it is very likely that I will not be able to stay out of the battle.

Although I’m not used to it, it’s okay.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's unremitting efforts over the past ten years, isn't it just so that he can not be held back and share the frontline work as much as possible?

To the outside world, Fujimaru Ritsuka's self-questioning was just a brief distraction. Yabuki Sakura had no intention of letting go of this opportunity and quickly moved forward.

But things didn't go as smoothly as she thought——

The kick aimed at the ankle was avoided, the hand knife pointed directly at the eye was dodged with the head, and the elbow was deflected by a light touch with the palm of the hand. The figure clearly looked a little embarrassed to outsiders, but in front of him was a girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka.
To be continued...