Otaku Witch

Chapter 1199: Chapter 687: Dorothy of the Air Force

Especially the disciples under the tutelage of Tsukahara Isshin, the top Sword Saint in Japan, they probably really want to see how formidable the sword techniques of this legendary hero, whose swordsmanship supposedly rivals that of their own master, truly are.

There’s no first in literature, no second in martial arts.

The competitive spirit of martial artists cannot be underestimated. Throughout history, countless battles have been fought for the title of number one in the world, a designation that is actually quite meaningless.

In short….

Hehe, things are about to get interesting. The young lady is in big trouble.

Wenwen giggled happily. For someone like her, a journalist, she loves topics like this.

Snap, a big wave of material to shoot is on the way.

Just as the Black Wing Witch gleefully watched the young lady in front of her, she noticed that the Homebody Witch across from her quickly calmed down.

“Um, young lady, aren’t you afraid that your performance might get sabotaged by those people?”

A little disappointed at not seeing the response she wanted, Wenwen asked again with some reluctance.

“Afraid? Why should I be afraid? Is there anything on this island of Japan worth fearing? As for the performance, how do you know this isn’t part of the script already planned out?”

Dorothy crumpled up the “Commendation Order,” then with a flick of her wrist, the Fireball Technique evaporated it, leaving no trace.

The Homebody Witch continued to fish.

Hmm, compared to the trouble of this “Commendation Order,” she was more concerned about another thing: she hadn’t caught a single fish all day, and if this continues, she might lose her title as “Fishing King.”

Darn it, ever since she caught an Evil God last time, she has been in the Air Force; could her luck have run out? Or maybe that Evil God was just a beginner’s reward?

Dorothy was somewhat skeptical and believed it was just her fishing spot that was not good or unlucky, so she looked around and spotted a little witch dressed in shabby clothes not far away also fishing. And the little witch’s bucket already had quite a few fish, making Dorothy’s eyes light up. She shamelessly scooted closer to her.

Hmm, secretly absorbing someone else’s luck; no chance of being in the Air Force.

The little witch was initially a bit wary but, upon seeing Dorothy’s empty fish basket, quickly understood the situation, casting a somewhat sympathetic glance at her fellow angler. However, she generously chose not to ask Dorothy to leave.

Meanwhile, Wenwen didn’t get the reaction she wanted but found the dynamics between the two fisherfolk amusing, lifting the camera hanging around her neck to capture the young lady fishing.

The mysterious young lady intrigued the Black Wing Witch more and more.

This is truly a woman full of secrets, and a journalist’s greatest temptation is a mysterious figure like this.

The more mysterious, the more worth digging into, and Wenwen believed she would eventually unveil the young lady’s secrets to the world.

So, two people fished, one took photos of the anglers, and time slipped by slowly but peacefully until dusk when a group of uninvited guests arrived at the lakeshore.

“Are you Battosai?”

The beautifully dressed witch leading the group asked.

However, Dorothy, who truly caught nothing all day, was feeling quite annoyed and didn’t want to speak or deal with these people.

But the bored Wenwen, with a blade of dog’s tail grass in her mouth, answered for her.

“Yeah, yup, this is indeed the Thousand-Man Slayer Battosai. So, what can I do for you, ladies?”

The Black Wing Witch asked with great interest.

Upon hearing Wenwen’s words, the samurai opposite stirred, and the bodyguards surrounding the finely-dressed warrior grew alert, each reaching for the sword hilt at their waist, ready to draw at any moment.

Yet, the beautifully dressed witch’s eyes light up with excitement.

“Hey, people say your swordsmanship is exceptional and can rival the Chogen Sword Saint. I don’t believe it; you must be a fraud. Do you dare to face me in a duel?”

This young finely-dressed warrior slightly lifted her head, speaking with an air of arrogance.

Hmm, as if whoever she chooses to fight should consider it their honor.

But the Homebody Witch remained focused on the water, hoping for a miracle to occur in the next second.

Gradually, the smile on the finely-dressed warrior’s face froze as she was ignored.

“You are quite dismissive of people, aren’t you?”

She questioned, and the guards beside her also gripped their sword hilts, expressions equally unfriendly.

Of course, it still had no effect. Dorothy casually glanced at these folks and returned to watching her bobber, while photographer Wenwen had already set up her camera.

Just then, the little witch by the Homebody Witch, who had caught plenty today, looked at the scene fearfully, starting to pack up her pole, wanting to leave but afraid to go.

“Hey big sister, are you really the legendary Battosai?”

The little witch glanced at the samurai surrounding the pond, then quietly moved closer to Dorothy and asked softly.

“Uh-huh, but I’m not a hero, nor do I go by Battosai; you can call me Tsukimi Kuro.”

Dorothy nodded, replying like that.

“You’ve heard of me too?”

The Homebody Witch looked at the little witch’s attire; from her worn-out clothes, it was clear she was just a child from a nearby village. And being far from Heian-kyo, it was surprising her title was known even here.