A passionate daily life starting from the Tachibana family

According to the brief introduction given by Purple Palace during their previous meeting.

Sasaki knew that this girl was the future successor of Miyajima Dojo, Miyajima Sakura.

Quickly walking to the entrance of the training ground, Sasaki smiled and greeted Miyajima Tsubaki who came forward.

"Aunt Miyajima, excuse me."

As he spoke, he handed over the gift he was carrying.

Taking the gift brought by Sasaki, Miyajima Tsubaki looked at his handsome face, a hint of complexity flashed in his soft eyes, and then greeted with a gentle smile:

"Welcome Sasaki-kun~"

They stood at the door of the training ground and exchanged a few words.

Miyajima Tsubaki took the girl's hand and introduced Sasaki:

"This is my little girl, Miyajima Sakura."

Although Miyajima Sakura's face is very similar to Miyajima Tsubaki, she has a slightly more pointed oval face compared to her mother.

Her face is shorter and plump, and the sides of her cheeks are slightly fleshy, giving her a childlike and youthful look.

But her mother's narrow, slightly foxy eyes gave her a sense of charm that transcended her age.

But it is slightly different from her mother's pure charm. Her eyes are slightly larger, so she looks more innocent.

Perhaps following the example of her mother, her smooth dark blue hair was tied up on the left side of her head by a red hairband, and tied into a side ponytail hanging down on her shoulders.

Also wearing a black and white kendo uniform, her tall yet plump body is also in line with her mother.

At this moment, this beautiful girl is looking at her 'fiancé' with curious eyes.

Although she has the shyness of a girl, she also has the simplicity and directness of a warrior.

So she didn't look at people shyly like an ordinary shy girl.

Instead, he straightened his back and looked at Sasaki's face confidently and generously.

Before today, she had always fantasized about what her 'fiancé' would be like.

Although because of her personality, she will not judge others simply by their appearance.

But no matter what, she is just a young girl who is still in school.

Even if you don't use appearance to judge the quality of the other person, wouldn't it be better if the other person looks like you want?

I think so in my heart, but I am afraid that my requirements are too high and my expectations are not fulfilled, so as to leave a bad impression on the other party.

So in this repeated expectation and anxiety, I have been waiting for Sasaki's arrival.

In fact, if she didn't know about her mother, Miyajima Sakura would not only care about the other person's appearance, but would also pay attention to the other person's swordsmanship.

After all, before knowing about her mother, it was swordsmanship that decided whether she was willing to become his wife.

When she knew that her mother was ashamed of the other party, Miyajima Sakura decided to become the other party's wife no matter what, in order to make up for the mistakes her mother had made.

So her focus shifted from swordsmanship to appearance.

He is dressed in decent black casual clothes, not flashy or ostentatious, has a well-proportioned and tall figure, and a straight and upright posture. He is not as hunched and decadent as his male classmates in school. His eyes are bright and energetic, and overall he is full of energy.

His face is also the most pleasing to the eye among the boys he has ever seen.

In terms of temperament, Miyajima Sakura doesn't know how to describe it.

He doesn't have the flamboyant vitality of boys from the sports department, nor the lifelessness of the gloomy boys, nor does he have the salty smell of boys from the energy-saving department.

If I had to describe it, it's more like a combination of several of them, giving it a just right softness.

Calm and calm, like a spring breeze.

Pressing down on her heart that was beating faster and faster in her chest, Miyajima Sakura took a deep breath, slightly raised the corners of her mouth that formed a shallow pink line, stretched out her hand and said:

"Hello, Miyajima Sakura."

According to the previous plan, the two of them were going to compete today, so during the introduction, they should talk about their own schools.

However, Miyajima Sakura knew that Sasaki did not know traditional kendo except for his famous stunts, so she did not bother to embarrass others, so she simply said her name.

He reached out and took her soft little hand in his hand. Sasaki, who didn't know the rules, just like her, smiled and introduced himself:

"Hello, Fuyumi Sasaki."

After the two young men briefly greeted each other, Miyajima Tsubaki said to Sasaki with a smile:

"Don't be too formal. Just treat this place as your home. Come with me."

Although Miyajima Tsubaki felt awkward saying this, according to the previous relationship between the two families, there was no problem in saying this.

It's just that Sasaki regarded this as a simple courtesy. After all, he didn't know anything about the previous affairs between the two families.

Walking behind Tsubaki Miyajima, Sasaki followed Sakura Miyajima, who always had a slight smile on her face, passing by the practice ground.

As a well-known kendo school in this area, and the head of the family and his successor are so beautiful, there are naturally many people who come here to learn kendo.

So along the way, you can hear the shouts of the students exerting their strength, and the snap of the bamboo sword hitting the target.

And Sasaki, who was extremely unfamiliar and led by the master of the dojo, naturally received curious and doubtful looks from a large number of students.

After all, not everyone can let the dojo master stand waiting at the door early in the morning.

"Hey, do you think that person is Miyajima-senpai's lover?"

Several boys from Seishen Academy who belonged to the same school as Miyajima Sakura watched her obediently follow the boy, chatting quietly and smiling from time to time, and they all discussed with curiosity.

"Probably...otherwise there is no need to stand there and wait so early in the morning."

The black-haired man with glasses who was sitting by the wall and resting, wearing protective gear, glanced sideways at his companion who was sitting upright next to him, and asked in surprise to the brown-haired boy with a slightly wretched face:

"But if he is, what will happen to the text?"

"Isn't that out of play?"

"Then what can you do? Go and challenge someone else?"

"Zhengwen has just practiced kendo, do you want him to send him off?"

"That……"

Listening to the quarrel between his companions on both sides, the red-haired boy known as Zhengwen looked at the girl he liked, covering her mouth to hide her smile, and couldn't help but shake the palms placed on his knees. He let out a helpless breath.

Follow Miyajima Tsubaki and watch her twist her plump and colorful body as she walks towards the back house.

Sasaki, who was talking to Sakura Miyajima about some small things that would help them understand each other, listened to the discussion of the students not far away and said to them with a smile:

"Miyajima-senpai is very popular."

"No, because I am the head of the kendo department in the school. Under my influence, many of the students here are my classmates, so they will be a little curious when they see us walking together."

Miyajima Sakura, who also heard some fragmentary discussions, glanced at her good friend, and explained to Sasaki shyly but without hesitation.

In her opinion, as long as Sasaki doesn't dislike her, then they have an established relationship as husband and wife, so she doesn't mind some of other people's speculations.

But Sasaki, who didn't know that the two were engaged, glanced at their shoulders that were about to touch each other, and Miyajima Sakura's reserved but eager attitude along the way, which made him a little strange.

Of course he believes in love at first sight.

After all, he does look good.

If Miyajima Sakura had a good first impression of him because of his appearance, had a good impression of him, and chatted with him as a friend, then there would be no problem at all.

But it was a bit abnormal to be so close like this, and to face the joking looks of her classmates without any shy and defensive response.

Sasaki didn't think that he was so handsome that he could make a kendo girl who looked very well-educated fall in love with him when they first met.

There must be other reasons.

According to what Tsubaki Miyajima said before about the relationship between the two family friends...

There won't be any finger-to-bone marriage or ancestral engagement between them, right?

If that's the case, that would be really great... No, that would be too bloody.

Chapter 89 Deliberately vague past

While talking quietly to Sakura Miyajima, Sasaki followed Tsubaki Miyajima around the practice field, along the corridor through the elegant atrium with ponds and bamboo trees, and walked into a spacious reception room.

In the hall filled with faint fragrance, two men were sitting on the tatami, drinking tea and playing chess.

The hot tea placed on the rosewood table, with the smoke rising up, and the clicking sound of pieces falling on the chessboard from time to time, made people involuntarily calm down and slow down their pace.

But neither of them focused on the chess game, so after a few people slowly approached, the two men put down the chess pieces in their hands.

He looked up and down at the young man standing behind Xiaochun, with a handsome face and a tall posture.

Kiichiro Miyajima was wearing a black kimono. The image of the young man in his eyes gradually blurred, as if it overlapped with a certain figure in his memory, causing him to murmur involuntarily:

"Like, like."

Condensing the memories in his eyes, Miyajima Kiichiro's straight and strong body leaned forward slightly and asked aloud:

"Son, what's your name?"

Upon hearing the question, Sasaki raised his slightly drooped eyes and looked at the old man with black hair and white temples, an old face but a good spirit, and responded respectfully:

"Fuyumi Sasaki."

"Fuyumi...Fuyu...that damn old man from the Tohsaka family..."

After Sasaki responded, everyone present could clearly see Miyajima Kiichiro's frown and the dumbfounding curse he uttered afterwards.

After noticing the gazes of the people around him and realizing that he had lost his composure, Miyajima Kiichiro coughed quickly, and the unhappy expression on his face disappeared, revealing an amiable smile and waving to Sasaki:

"Fujimi, come and sit here. Don't be formal. Your Aunt Chun should have briefly told you about my relationship with your grandfather. There is no problem in treating us as your relatives."

After a few people sat down, Miyajima Kiichiro took out a heavy photo album that he had prepared a long time ago from the tatami, placed it on the table, and told Sasaki about the relationship between himself and his grandfather who wore a pair of pants when they were young.

After finishing talking about the relationship between the two families, Miyajima Kiichiro took a sip of hot tea and asked casually:

"Fuyumi, I heard from your Aunt Chun that you haven't met your grandfather?"

Putting his hands on the sandalwood table, holding the tea poured for him by Miyajima Tsubaki next to him, Sasaki nodded and said:

"Well, I have lived here since I can remember. My mother said that my grandfather died of illness shortly after I was born."

Although he already knew about this from Xiao Chun, getting the real confirmation still made Kiichiro Miyajima couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Seeing this, Miyajima Tsubaki, who was sitting next to Sasaki, felt more and more guilty. At the same time, she hurried to the old man's side and patted his back.

After the anger in his heart subsided, Miyajima Kiichiro asked again:

"Your name...do you know who gave it to you?"

Rubbing the smooth teacup with his thumb, Sasaki didn't know why the old man suddenly asked this, but he said truthfully:

"I asked my mother about this when I was young, and she said it was my grandfather who named it. It was because of this question that I learned my grandfather's name."

"That's it."

A smile appeared on the old face left traces of time. Miyajima Kiichiro nodded and looked at his granddaughter: "Sakura..."

Knowing that her father was going to do that, Miyajima Tsubaki, who didn't want her daughter to have any choice at all, quickly interrupted her father's words.

"Father...let Sakura stay here."

To be honest, Miyajima Kiichiro doesn't want to get involved in these things anymore, but he really hopes that the two families can get back together.

So after sighing, he turned to look at Miyajima Sosuke.

?

Seeing that the old man had a tendency to exclude himself, Miyajima Sosuke, who had almost no say at home, hurriedly said:

"Father-in-law, I am Sakura's father. I think I should stay here."

His slender eyebrows couldn't help but twitch. Miyajima Kiichiro turned his head and ignored him. Instead, he asked his granddaughter:

"Sakura... I heard from your mother that you don't have anyone you like at school, right?"

Sakura Miyajima, who had overheard the conversation between the two, knew what her grandfather was going to say.

So suppressing her gaze towards Sasaki, Miyajima Sakura sat on the tatami, lowered her eyes, shyly grabbed the black sword hakama, nodded and responded softly: