In the anime, cultivating a girlfriend starts from childhood

"A bit like Ryosuke? Then I'm actually looking forward to meeting him." Shizuka Hiratsuka narrowed her eyes and said thoughtfully.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. This is a souvenir I brought from my hometown in Chiba Prefecture." Hiratsuka Ryosuke handed the gift to Himura Shinta.

"Thank you, Ryosuke, you are so thoughtful. Stay a little later to check the results of your recent practice at home." Himura Shinta accepted the gift, nodded slightly and smiled, "Then I won't disturb you two from eating."

Himura bowed slightly and went to entertain other guests.

Not long after, the brother and sister finished their meal.

Shizuka Hiratsuka nudged Ryosuke Hiratsuka next to her with her elbow as if she had discovered a new world.

While winking, he whispered, "Hey, Ryosuke, look! What a cute girl."

Ryosuke Hiratsuka felt helpless when he heard his sister's sometimes vulgar tone like an uncle.

So I looked over as my sister pointed.

It was a girl with waist-length hair and an expressionless face.

The red pupils are captivating, and a pure black necklace is worn on the jade-white neck, which makes the pure and moving face look charming and astringent.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's unscrupulous gaze caught the girl's attention.

"Um...can I ask what can I do for you?"

The girl asked, her face calm.

Although he maintained the most basic courtesy, his tone gave off a sense of distance.

If a girl was being stared at by a greasy old man, her reaction would definitely not be so calm.

But he is appreciated by a beautiful older sister and a handsome younger brother.

She didn't react much, but just felt a little strange.

A strange feeling of familiarity came over the two Hiratsukas.

Now the Hiratsuka siblings understood what Himura Shinta meant when he said "That child looks like Ryosuke".

"Ms. Kotori, you've worked hard. This is your reward for this month."

After entertaining the guests, Himura Shinta walked over to Kotori and took out an envelope.

Now it was the teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka's turn to get upset, "Hey, Himura-san, this kid looks just like a high school student, right?"

Although it is normal for high school students to work part-time, most of them are simple jobs such as working in convenience stores and as waiters.

It is ridiculous to let a high school student be the chef of a family restaurant, because Neon has clear regulations on the working hours of high school students, and it is easy for the chef to exceed this time.

"I have always acted conscientiously and have never made any mistakes."

"Ms. Kotori is a part-time worker and will come over to help occasionally. Please rest assured." Himura knew what Hiratsuka Shizuka was worried about, so he explained patiently.

"Is that so? That's good." Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at Kotori with confidence, gently tucked the hair in front of her eyes behind her ears, and began to introduce herself, "Hello, my name is Shizuka Hiratsuka, and I'm a teacher at Sobu High School. I'm sorry for being rude just now."

A trace of panic appeared on Takanashi's calm face, but she quickly returned to her previous calm state. This was caught by Hiratsuka Ryosuke, but he did not expose it.

"Hello, Mr. Hiratsuka. I'm Touka Kotori."

After that, there was a brief silence.

Fortunately, not long after, Himura Shinta broke the silent atmosphere.

"See, I said this child looks like Ryosuke. She looks more like Ryosuke's sister than you do." Himura Shinta made a joke.

Hiratsuka Ryosuke glanced back and forth between the two girls, nodded secretly in his heart, agreeing with his master's words, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka swept away her previous casual look and said in a slightly serious tone: "Himurasaki-san, Ryosuke is my brother. Even if it was you who said this, I would still be angry."

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Himura Shinta bowed deeply to Hiratsuka Shizuka and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was rude just now."

"Manager, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Tohka Takanashi said calmly.

Himura Shinta stood up straight, smiled and nodded.

"Then I have to go visit my teacher as well." Hiratsuka Shizuya also stood up and turned to look at Hiratsuka Ryosuke, "Ryosuke, I'll come and pick you up later."

"Are you leaving so soon? Then please give my regards to Akasaka-san for me." Himura Shinta said with a smile.

"Sister Jing, me too. Say hello to Uncle Akasaka for me." Hiratsuka Ryosuke also spoke.

Tetsuo Akasaka is a nationally renowned martial artist. He is a good friend of Ryosuke Hiratsuka's father and also the teacher of Hiratsuka Shizuka's fighting skills.

A few years ago, when the two siblings first arrived in Tokyo, their father asked this friend to take care of them.

It’s just that Shizuka Hiratsuka is more independent and took her younger brother to live out.

By chance, Shinta Himura, who was visiting Tetsuo Akasaka, discovered Ryosuke Hiratsuka.

He had no intention of taking in any disciples, but when he met Ryosuke Hiratsuka, who had a very high talent in kendo, he was delighted and wanted to pass on his kendo skills.

In this way, one of the siblings followed a martial artist to learn fighting skills, while the other followed a kendo master to learn kendo.

After hearing what the master and disciple said, Shizuka Hiratsuka nodded slightly and walked out of the restaurant.

"Come on, Ryosuke, it's time to test your results."

Himura walked to the door, and the gentle look on his face faded away and became serious.

"Yes, Master."

Just as Hiratsuka Ryosuke stood up and prepared to follow, he was hit from behind, but his body did not move at all.

Looking back, I saw a tomboy with short black hair, wearing a red sports jacket and a white hoodie.

Even though her outfit is more masculine, Ryosuke Hiratsuka can still tell that she is a little girl under careful observation.

At this time, the girl was sitting on the ground rubbing her head.

"Are you... okay?" Ryosuke Hiratsuka asked uncertainly.

Nishimiya Yuzuru recovered and waved her hand nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's okay."

His carefree and cheerful demeanor makes him more like a boy.

Himura stood at the door and urged, "Ryosuke, follow me."

Hiratsuka Ryosuke nodded to the strange girl, then followed Himura away.

Ryosuke?

Hiratsuka Ryosuke?

This name... is probably just a coincidence?

The beautiful woman just now said that this boy was her younger brother, and now the store manager outside the door called his name again.

So Yuzuru Nishimiya easily deduced the boy's name.

The person my sister just mentioned last night seemed to have the same name?

It can’t be such a coincidence.

She stared at the other person's departing back with her bright eyes. She hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to follow and see.

The slender legs swung quickly, creating a gust of wind, and followed secretly.

Chapter 9: The sword becomes sharper because of the people it wants to protect

The bright moonlight shines through the bamboo forest, revealing the shadow of a person.

Ryosuke Hiratsuka was completely exhausted and collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at the vast night sky.

He raised the reverse-edged knife in his hand above his head, and the cold light reflected from the blade was chilling.

However, this knife is very special. The blade is not sharpened, but the back of the knife is sharpened. If you are not careful, it is easy to hurt the person holding the knife.

Hiratsuka Ryosuke closed his eyes, recalling the fear of facing death a few minutes ago, and smiled with lingering fear yet helplessness.

"It's really... ridiculously strong."

a few minutes ago.

"You've become very strong, Ryosuke." Himura Shinta praised while dodging Hiratsuka Ryosuke's wooden sword attack, "To be honest, your talent may be able to catch up with my ancestor."

Still not strong enough?

Hiratsuka Ryosuke's chest kept heaving. He had been attacking the opponent for two hours but to no avail.

"Well, it's my turn to fight back." Himura Shinta picked up a wooden stick on the ground and pointed it at Hiratsuka Ryosuke.

Swish!

A burst of wind sounded.

Disappeared?

For a moment, Hiratsuka Ryosuke's heart was filled with alarm and he subconsciously raised his wooden sword to block.

clang!

clang!

clang!

It was clearly the collision of a wooden sword and a wooden stick, but it made a sound like metal colliding.

After a round of fighting, Himura Shinta's temperament changed drastically. If he was a docile sheep before.

At this moment, he is like a vicious wolf that chooses its prey.

Hiratsuka Ryosuke held the knife in his backhand and took a defensive stance, but his hands could not stop shaking.

He hadn't blocked all the attacks, and now the intense pain in his body was stimulating him.

I... am scared?

Are you afraid of your master, Himura Shinta?

It was just a wooden stick, but it made him feel like he was facing a sharp blade.

"Did you see that? Ryosuke. This is real swordsmanship, not just a childish game!"

Himura Shinta said seriously.

"If I hadn't met you, I would have planned to give up the ancient sword art inheritance of Fei Tian Yu Jian Liu completely."

A trace of nostalgia and regret appeared in Himura Shinta's eyes, and he continued to sigh: "The sword is a murder weapon, and swordsmanship is a means of killing. No matter how fancy words are used to embellish it, this is always the fact."

He looked at Hiratsuka Ryosuke, who was half-kneeling on the ground, panting, holding his sword across his body for defense.

"The times have changed, and the ancient swordsmanship that kills people is destined to be eliminated."

"Ryosuke, I accepted you as my disciple on impulse at first, but gradually, I found that you are really suitable for swordsmanship, so I taught you the true swordsmanship of Feitian Yujianliu."

"My disciple, please tell me now, why do you still insist on practicing swordsmanship? If you don't think it through, you will lose your life."

Yes, what is the purpose of practicing swordsmanship?

Figures appeared in his mind.

The kind-hearted classmate Nishimiya Shoko.

The gentle and cheerful young lady Nibutani Morika.

Finally it stopped at the most familiar face.

The elder sister Shizuka Hiratsuka is mature and intellectual, sometimes like an uncle, but sometimes more childish than a child.

When she was a child, my sister always fought with others and often got herself into trouble.

Because she had practiced fighting, her hands didn't feel as delicate as those of an ordinary girl.

When he was young, he thought his sister was being bullied outside.

So he chose to learn sword to protect his sister.

Because the sister who is so good at fighting skills is so embarrassed, swordsmanship with weapons must be more powerful than fighting without weapons.

As long as I am stronger than my sister, I can protect her.

Later I found out that it was my sister who beat others unilaterally, but practicing sword has become his daily habit.

Swinging the knife day after day made him feel at peace.

Hiratsuka Ryosuke took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and spoke in a strong voice.