A passionate daily life starting from the Tachibana family

"Well, okay, I'll call them."

Throwing away the random thoughts in her head, Murasaki Natsuka wiped her hands on her apron and walked towards the training ground.

Out of the back house.

Before arriving at the training ground, Murasaki Palace Natsuka heard vague echoes coming from the empty field.

"Aunt Miyajima, it's my turn~"

Hearing this, Murasaki Palace Xiahua blinked in confusion.

'Can Sasaki still fight back? '

Although I have never fought against Aunt Miyajima.

But Natsuka Murasaki, who had been to their dojo, saw her daughter sparring with some students.

Although fighting with bare hands and weapons is not the same thing.

But Murasaki Miyazaki could feel that with her own strength, she couldn't go more than a few rounds in front of Miyajima Sakura.

This is still a comparison between myself and Miyajima Sakura.

And I have practiced it myself.

Sasaki has said before that he has never practiced kendo.

So how can he fight back against Aunt Miyajima, who is more powerful than Sakura?

This is not reasonable.

With the doubts in her heart, Murasaki no Miya Natsuka quickly ran into the practice ground with small steps.

And what you see with your eyes.

It was the three bamboo-yellow slashes that seemed to go hand in hand.

Although she really didn't want to say this, in the eyes of Purple Palace, Aunt Miyajima, who was faced with such weird sword skills, looked helpless and tried to resist, just like a bird trying to break free from the knife net.

As soon as the thought came up in his mind, he saw the bamboo sword Sasaki swung suddenly stopped.

Then Sasaki dropped his bamboo sword and hurriedly ran towards Aunt Miyajima.

She was startled, thinking that Aunt Miyajima had been injured in some way, and Murasaki Miyazuka also ran over.

come closer.

Seeing Sasaki checking Aunt Miyajima's wrists and constantly looking at her face, Miyajima Tsubaki, who had already reacted to the death crisis before Murasaki Miyazuka could say anything, exhaled.

Feeling that his heart was about to beat out of his chest, the pale-faced Miyajima Tsubaki raised his eyes, staring at Sasaki who looked at him with concern with complex eyes.

Before this, some people would say that she would lose to someone who had never touched a sword in a swordsmanship competition, and she would definitely think that the other person's mind was broken.

Thinking of her, Miyajima Tsubaki has been practicing kendo for more than [-] years, although she has never experienced a life-or-death fight.

But it is impossible to beat someone who has never even touched a sword without rules.

but……

Reaching out and pressing on his heart, feeling the heart that was still beating violently, Miyajima Tsubaki had a soft smile on his face again:

"Sorry for making you laugh."

"Is that move Sasaki-kun just made "Yan Hui"? "

"So that kind of transcendent sword skill is not just a legend?"

Sasaki: "..."

Hearing this, Sasaki didn't know how to respond.

He doesn't understand the art of swordsmanship at all, and he doesn't even know how to hold a sword or the most basic stance.

He was able to use "Pseudo Yan Hui" only because of his extraordinary physical fitness.

Just three sword strikes in quick succession.

In fact, if the blow just now hit this beautiful woman, it would only produce a single blow.

Because his three slashes were sequential and not executed at the same time.

Just because the speed is too fast, it visually shows the effect of three slashes attacking at the same time.

Of course, for those who have never seen the real "Yan Hui".

In his opinion, the "fake Yan Hui" is the real "Yan Hui"

According to the thinking of normal people.

How could it be possible for three simultaneous slashes to be struck at the same time?

It's just that the speed is so fast that the human eye can't react.

If it's really the kind of person who slashes three swords at the same time, regardless of speed, then...is he really a human?

So according to normal people’s thinking.

What Sasaki just said about "Yan Hui" is what people understand as "Yan Hui"

But compared to this kind of thing, Sasaki should still think about how he would explain his "Swallow Return".

Facing Miyajima Tsubaki's curious and eager eyes, Sasaki rolled his throat and quickly found an excuse in his mind.

Thoughts flashed through my mind quickly.

An extremely vague memory emerged.

His family used to... seem to actually run a sword dojo.

When he was very young, he seemed to have heard a conversation between his parents.

He said he wanted to go back to his old house to clean the dojo or something.

But he was rejected by his father.

In addition, my grandfather has passed away long ago and I have never even met him, only knowing his name.

Sasaki estimated that his family's sword dojo was established during his father's generation.

But no matter how it was broken.

It would be nice to have the sword dojo as an excuse.

It's better than making one out of thin air.

Having found an excuse, Sasaki looked into Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes, smiled and nodded slowly: "I'm not sure whether it's 'Yan Hui' or not, because I learned this trick from a book I found at home." . "

"Besides, Auntie, you don't need to use honorifics to me. I can only do this one move. As you can see, I can't even hold a sword."

It can't be said that he forced it out with his inhuman body.

Sasaki could only make up a book of nonsense.

Anyway, Sasaki didn't nod and admit that his move was really the "Swallow Return", nor did he admit that he was a descendant of Kojiro. Others could think whatever they thought.

This is also insurance to avoid meeting Kojiro's descendants in the future.

If you don't admit it, it's just an excuse. If you admit it, it becomes a lie.

So it’s okay to leave this matter ambiguous.

Miyajima Tsubaki, who was convinced that this was "Swallow Return", did not ask any more questions.

After all, sword skills are such a thing.

They are all the secrets and roots of the family.

Being able to see or even feel this legendary sword skill with their own eyes is already a great honor for many people.

After exhaling softly, Miyajima Tsubaki slowly stood up with the support of Murasaki Natsuka next to her, and looked at Sasaki with a serious face:

"The Wu family respects martial arts. No matter what your swordsmanship level is, if you defeated me head-on, you deserve it."

Picking up the bamboo knife that fell on the ground, Sasaki sighed helplessly:

"Whether it's worthy or not is another matter. You use the honorific title for me. How do Mrs. Murasakimiya and classmate Murasakimiya call me? Don't you think it's weird? And this is just to guide me. It's not a serious discussion. It's not necessary. Such."

"This……"

Seeing what Tsubaki Miyajima wanted to say, Sasaki, who didn't want to get too entangled in this kind of thing, subconsciously used a tone to scare idiots Chifuyu and Otome and yelled: "Be obedient!"

"Okay, okay...yes."

Startled by Sasaki's sudden serious tone, Miyajima Tsubaki subconsciously responded and straightened up suddenly, leaning against Murasaki's arms.

But after he reacted, his legs softened again and he was about to collapse on the ground.

It's not that she doesn't live up to expectations.

After all, in peaceful times, who has ever truly faced death?

Although she is a swordsman, she has rarely, or almost never, experienced life-and-death battles.

So it's good that she didn't tremble with fear after actually experiencing death.

He noticed that she was about to fall to the ground.

Before Murasaki Miyazaki could react, Sasaki took the first step to support her. Even through the kendo protective gear, it was difficult to hide her body that was as light and soft as cotton and as moist and warm as a hot water bottle.

Putting his hands neatly on Miyajima Chun's lower back, Sasaki hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up her legs.

He took her into his arms.

Listening to her surprised exclamation, Sasaki said softly while walking towards the warehouse: "I'm really sorry. It was the first time I used that move just now. It's not serious. It's my fault that I shocked Aunt Miyajima."

"Then you too..."

Although she is a little panicked and at a loss, she is a mature big sister after all.

So after Miyajima Tsubaki panicked for a moment, he suppressed his movements to jump and struggle.

"Classmate Zi Zhongmiya came here to ask us to eat. If she follows suit and supports auntie, then Aunt Zi Zhinomiya will be anxious."

Looking sideways at Natsuka Murasaki, who was stunned on the spot, Sasaki asked softly: "Really? Murasaki-san?"

After hearing the question, she realized what Sasaki had done. She reached out and punched him in shock and annoyance: "Then you are too rude."

Chapter 58 Engagement

"Aren't I afraid that Auntie Miyajima will fall again? You didn't hold her on just now."

Wearing protective gear, he paid no attention to her beatings which were not even tickling.

Sasaki rolled his eyes and placed the blame on Murasaki Miya as he walked towards the warehouse.

Although he knew that he had some of the reasons, Sasaki's words about the non-stick pan still made Murasaki Palace a little angry.

"Why did you suddenly become so serious and speak so loudly just now?"

It’s hard to say directly that he scared Aunt Miyajima. As he said this, Murasaki Miyazaki hit him again as if she was complaining.

"I can't help it."

He didn't look at Miyajima Tsubaki, who was frozen in his arms and looked extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable.

After Sasaki finished speaking, he quickened his pace and came to the storage room next to the practice field.

He put Miyajima Tsubaki in his arms on the chair.

After Sasaki put the two bamboo swords into the sword basket, he began to take off the stuffy and hot protective gear.

Miyajima Tsubaki, who regained her mobility after resting, quickly returned to her original clothes.

Put the protective gear and culottes back to their original positions.

As the three of them walked back to the living room of the back house, they were also discussing the battle process just now.

Looking at the three people who were still discussing something in a harmonious atmosphere after entering the living room, Murasaki Chiakko, who was setting the plates, smiled softly and said hello:

"Welcome back, did you have fun?"

"Very happy."

He was not like the ordinary young people who like to show off, telling everyone he defeated so and so.

After Sasaki responded with a smile, he sat down at Mrs. Murasaki's greeting.