Yahiko’s Misery, Sun Breathing

Yahiko's Misery, Sun Breathing "Let me 'spar' with that brat?" Looking at Yun Chuan, who nodded with a smile, Yoshitaka frowned reluctantly. "Is that really okay?" He was already in his thirties and had spent more than a decade immersed in swordsmanship. Everything he had learned and practiced was meant for killing. Even with bamboo swords, it was still dangerous. Under those circumstances, bullying a child truly went against his principles. "Don't worry. That kid's tough as nails, so go ahead and hit him.