My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"So she owes me a knife, the best knife in the world." Gong Ming continued. "She has always wanted to be the best knifemaker in the world for this very reason."

"Now, I have received this knife."

……

After the two continued to talk about some things during the trip, Raiden Mei left.

Gong Ming stroked the blade of the knife. At this moment, a cherry blossom fell on it.

Gong Ming was stunned for a moment, as if this situation had brought back some long memories.

So he raised his head and looked at the cherry blossoms falling all over the sky.

Sakura fell like rain.

……

More than a hundred years ago, it was also under such a cherry blossom tree.

That year, Gong Ming, who had just won the battle, stroked the knife like this.

A girl who was just fifteen years old, with a round face and even a little baby fat, stood in front of Gong Ming.Her hair, which was hard and unmanageable, was tied up with a towel by Gong Ming in the morning. She was wearing a white gown that Gong Ming took her to buy, and a protective apron for forging was tied around her waist. Holding a brand new, blacksmithing hammer.

"Gong Ming, Gong Ming." The girl said bouncingly, "I owe you a knife!"

"En." Gong Ming seemed to have gotten used to the girl's unconstrained thinking, and he hummed to indicate that he understood.

"Gong Ming Gong Ming." The girl gestured exaggeratedly and drew a big circle, "I want to give you a big knife, the best knife in the world!"

"En." Gong Ming continued to hum in a neutral manner.

"Gong Ming, Gong Ming." The girl came closer to him. "You have to remember! I will become the best knife maker in the world and make you the best knife in the world."

"Ah."

"Gong Ming, Gong Ming..."

"..."

Just as Gong Ming was muttering boredly, a cherry blossom fell on his sword.

Then he looked up.I saw the cherry blossoms falling all over the sky.

It was the same that year.

Cherry blossoms fall like rain.

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The story of the cherry blossoms and the swordsmith.

I always read in book reviews that, as a long voice, Gong Ming has experienced many partings in his long life, and leaving is not easy.

Well, how difficult is that...?

You just know it's not easy, so I wrote it out, and now you see it.

It feels different here.

It's as if you just saw it now, but didn't experience it.

This is life, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to catch all the regrets.

Therefore, you must cherish the people in front of you and everything you have now.

Don't talk, I'm sleepy and going to bed.

Goodnight everybody.

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"Come, come again."

Gong Ming, who was holding a sword, said with a smile to the two people in front of him, and even had the leisure to roll his eyes at Karen and Kiyana who were watching the show with snacks.

Those two white-haired balls huddled together Shi Shiran, sitting on the wooden steps at the door of the room, eating snacks and watching the person they liked being beaten.

Yes, beaten.

On the side, Leiden Mei and Yae Sakura, who had just been repelled, looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in the opponent's eyes, but they couldn't allow them to retreat at this time. They could only wait for both of them to adjust their breathing. Yae Sakura drew her sword again and attacked, followed by Raiden Mei.

When Gong Ming trained Raiden Mei and Yae Sakura, he chose that Raiden Mei and Yae Sakura did not use the Honkai power, and Gong Ming did not use the flame of nothingness, but relied solely on basic physical strength and skills to fight. The way of the sword between the two.

The reason for choosing this method is actually to accommodate Raiden Mei.After all, there is a gap between her and the two in terms of energy level. If the two were fighting normally, there would be no room for her to intervene, and she was very reluctant to support the aftermath of the battle.