I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

After reviewing the situation in detail and calming down, Serabelle asked.

Hattori Shizuka hummed lightly.

"Regarding this question, just think back to the place where we first met."

"Gyokuryuji Temple in Kurama Mountain?"

"Yes, think about it carefully, isn't the situation at that time somewhat similar to the environment we are fighting in today?"

"..."

It really is.

Recalling the scene of that night, all that was in the picture was the flickering flames and the cold sword light flashing in the darkness.

"A dark environment can best stimulate one's perception ability, allowing one to sense the opponent's aura and murderous intent."

Hattori Shizuka continued.

"Remember I said my master's ancestors were a famous samurai family in the Edo period? This dojo was the final trial site for the successive generations to decide who would be the head of the sect. All competitors had to fight in a dark environment, and the one who was left standing at the end would be the winner."

"If I can't see those familiar faces, I won't hesitate to take action. Once I overcome this hurdle, I can become a qualified warrior who draws the sword without mercy."

"However, this rule was abolished since my great master's generation. When it was passed down to my father, they no longer used real swords but bamboo swords. However, this test was still retained."

"I have been participating in trials with my fellow disciples since I was a child. However, I have never lost since the first time. No matter whether it is a senior brother who is five or six years older than me or a junior brother who is one or two years younger than me, none of them can beat me. In the end, victory is as easy as eating and drinking. But the thrill of fighting and hunting in the dark is always unforgettable to me."

"So I've always been thinking that maybe one day I'll be defeated in battle like them, or even seriously injured and killed, and I'm really looking forward to that moment..."

Before he could finish his words, a breeze blew through the courtyard outside the temple, slightly lifting the drooping bamboo curtain.

The afternoon sunlight penetrated a few inches deeper through the gaps, slightly illuminating the beautiful woman's mature, charming and beautiful face.

"So, got it?"

"……perhaps."

Serabelle looked at her seriously.

"If that's the case, then Hattori Heiji's father should also be..."

"Oh no, he's not."

When mentioning her nominal current husband, Hattori Shizuka's tone suddenly became nonchalant.

"He has never beaten me, not even once since we met. Don't be fooled by his fox eyes that make him look like an ancient swordsman. His swordsmanship is only good enough to cut through an immobile straw mat, but if we talk about their true level, even if the father and son are tied together, they can't beat me with one hand."

"..."

Serabelle was speechless and thought to herself, "So, Auntie, how did you marry him?"

"Well, how should I put this matter?"

The beautiful woman also realized that what she was saying now was inconsistent with what she had said before, and she was a little embarrassed.

"After all, I was already old enough, and my family was pushing me hard, so I couldn't find someone who was completely suitable. I had no choice but to find someone who looked good and was closest in ability... That's about it."

Well, even the one with the closest strength can’t beat her with one hand. It seems that Aunt Jinghua was also a strong female swordsman when she was young.

At this time, Hattori Shizuka changed the subject and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

"But fortunately, we found it in the end."

As the beautiful woman spoke, she lifted her long hair from her temples and pressed it down, and her voice had a hint of mud when her lips pressed together.

"Right? The only man in the world who can please me~"

Chapter 576 Jinghua can bear it

Inside the dojo, in a room.

This is a Japanese-style room with a very classical style. All the furniture inside is made of pure wood. Although it is a bit old due to its age, it still retains the solidity and durability when it was first made.

Good wooden furniture is like this: as long as it is used and well cared for, it will have no problem lasting one or two hundred years unless it is damaged by direct force.

At this moment, Serabelle was sitting cross-legged at a low table against the wall, looking up at the ceiling in a daze.

Behind and above my head was a thin paper window, through which the afternoon sun shone dimly into the room.

There was still a faint aroma of food lingering in the air.

We have already had lunch. Although it was a little late, it was made by Shizuka Hattori herself.

Just like the dinner we had at Hattori Heiji's house in Osaka, it was still delicious.

Looking back now, it's hard to say that this wasn't premeditated.

First, he came here every few days to clean the dojo over two months, and his family never noticed him during that time. Then, he persuaded his son to leave on the pretext of cleaning the dojo, thus allowing the two of them to be alone here.

What followed was a showdown in the open and then a secret embrace.

And now even lunch is ready.

Normally speaking, in a dojo that has been abandoned for at least half a year and needs to be cleaned again before it can be used, would anyone really prepare cooking ingredients in the cupboards?

No matter how you think about it, it’s impossible!

So there is only one answer, that is, Hattori Shizuka had arranged it this way from the beginning.

Emmmm…

Thinking of this, Serabelle suddenly felt as if she had been severely plotted against.

However, a waft of tea fragrance dispelled the remaining smell of food and interrupted his thoughts, followed by the smiling voice of a beautiful woman.

"What's wrong? Did you eat too much for lunch? Do you want some tea to digest it?"

"Oh, thank you..."

Serabell subconsciously reached out to take it, but when she got it, she felt that the touch was not right and she looked carefully to find out.

That was not a teacup at all, it was just a purple clay teapot.

Huh? Where's the teacup?

Serabelle looked at the teapot blankly, then raised her head to look at Shizuka Hattori who came to her side with a leisurely smile on her face.

"…What's wrong, you don't want to drink?"

Seeing that he was stunned, Hattori Shizuka picked up the teapot again, put the spout of the teapot to her mouth and took a sip. When she put it down, a little light tea-colored clear liquid slid from the corner of her mouth and slightly wet her clothes.

"Teacups are used when there are many people or guests. If it's just us or just the two of us, it's fine. Of course, if Sera-kun is not used to it, it's fine to do this..."

As Hattori Shizuka spoke, she held the teapot with one hand and leaned over with the other hand to hook the boy's neck, then sat sideways and fell into the latter's arms.

She tilted her head back and took another sip of the tea, then turned half of her face and pressed it against his, slowly spitting out the liquid in her mouth until it was completely gone, then she let go and licked her lips with an unsatisfied look.

"So, Serah-kun is more used to this, right?"

"Jinghua..."

The soft touch and familiar weight made Serabelle's mind involuntarily recall what had happened in the dark dojo outside. She couldn't help but breathe slightly faster, and the arms around the beautiful woman's waist also tightened a little.

Hattori Shizuka would certainly not miss such details. She hummed softly and moved her body slightly. She put the teapot in her hand on the low table beside her, responded to the hug, raised her face to reveal her slender white neck.

"You recovered so quickly. You just did that before dinner... why are you thinking about it again now?"

"Ah."

Now that they had confirmed their feelings for each other, Serabelle no longer hesitated and simply nodded in response.

The beautiful woman couldn't help but smile when she saw this.

"Really? No wonder that girl with horns in her hair was tormented like that by you. No other girl can stand being treated like that by you. Fortunately, Jinghua's body can still bear it, so I'll do it for you reluctantly..."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch the belt around her waist.

However, just as the two were about to undress again, the cell phone in Serabel's coat suddenly rang.

"Allah……"

Hattori Shizuka was also caught off guard by the sudden noise and was stunned for a moment.

Serabelle took out her phone and looked at the caller ID.

It turned out to be Hattori Heiji who called.

"Ping-chan?"

When Hattori Shizuka saw her son's name, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

What a kid! Why is he calling me at this time...

But Serabelle answered the call anyway.

"Hello? What's wrong?"

"Oh, Sera, you're still alive... no, I mean you're still alive... er, that's not right, anyway, it's just great that you're right next to the phone!"

As soon as the call was connected, the familiar Osaka accent coming from the other end of the phone made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Alive and well, are these really the words to use to greet each other?

Hattori Heiji said vaguely: "Forget it, let's not talk too much. Are you done with your work now? Have you had lunch?"

"To be honest, I just ate it." Serabell answered truthfully.

"Just eaten? It's already two in the afternoon. You guys must be working very hard cleaning there..."

Hattori Heiji's voice seemed a little guilty.

"But I have good news. Kudo and I need your help with something, so I'm coming to pick you up. Why don't you prepare and tell my mom?"

"..."

Come get him? Now?

Serabelle suddenly felt like she regretted answering the phone.

I have to say that you are the real boss, Nobuhiro Heiji. When you heard that there was work to do, you pushed him over and ran away. Now you want to continue your happy things but you come to pick someone up instead.

Are you a human?

So he looked up and met the gaze of Shizuka Hattori, who reached out to take the phone.

"Pira-chan? Sera-kun said you'd be coming over to pick him up now, so why don't you come over now? There's still a little cleaning left here, so if you come and help we should be done in less than an hour."

Karma.

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, followed by a violent cough.

"Ahem! What did you say, mom? I can't hear you clearly... Never mind, I suddenly remembered that my friend needs me for something, so I'd better come over later. Mom, you guys will need...an hour, right? Then I'll come over in another hour!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Looking at the words "Call Ended" displayed on the phone screen, the beautiful woman smiled softly and handed the phone back to the boy beside her.

"Okay, now we can continue. Although time is a bit tight, we only have one hour."

Chapter 577 Too Many, Missed

He said he would be here in an hour, but perhaps because he was afraid of being caught and forced to work if he came too early, by the time Hattori Heiji arrived at the dojo, it was already an hour and a half later.

This bastard gave himself a full half-hour safety margin.

But it also left Serabelle and her mother half an hour to deal with the aftermath.

The scene changes to the entrance of the dojo.

It was still the familiar old street of Kyoto. There was no one in front or behind, only a motorcycle with white smoke coming out of its exhaust pipe parked on the side of the road.

The brown-skinned Osaka boy, wearing a helmet, sat astride the motorcycle, looking at the two people who had just come out of the dojo with a guilty look in his eyes.

"Mom...are you all done?"

"of course."

Hattori Shizuka stroked her face with one hand and smiled with squinted eyes.

"Luckily, we have Serah-kun's help today. The cleaning of the dojo has been completed."

"Really? That's good, that's good."

Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief but obviously didn't dare to dwell on this topic any longer. He quickly turned to the boy with a determined look on his face and said.