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Shaking her head to dispel those useless thoughts, Miyajima Sakura held her wooden sword and moved away, starting the second round of sparring.

But I don’t know if it was because her mother had mastered the rhythm of her attack, or if she had not yet recovered from her previous failure, but she lost even faster in the last two rounds.

Although there was a reason why my mother's attack was more fierce than the first round, blaming others for the failure is a cowardly act and will not lead to any progress.

In the third round, after her mother's wooden sword hit her mask, Miyajima Sakura put away her sword and bowed to her:

"I'm sorry to disappoint mother."

Unlike before, he did not ask Sakura in a stern tone to practice here for another half an hour.

Miyajima Tsubaki lowered her head, looked at her daughter who bowed to her, and pursed her lips with mixed feelings.

Using a wooden sword to spar is very dangerous. As the master of the dojo, she naturally knows this.

As a warrior, she also knew that she should not underestimate anyone before a fight.

But Sakura is her daughter, and her swordsmanship and physique were all trained by her personally.

She knew better than anyone how strong she was and when she would lose when sparring with herself.

But today, her understanding of Sakura's abilities was a little blurry.

Sakura is much stronger than before, has better endurance, and quicker reactions.

In the previous competition, Sakura had great difficulty in taking her attacks, but today she seemed to be able to do it with ease.

This progress was too fast, so fast that she was caught off guard. Or was she starting to get old?

With a sigh in her heart, Miyajima Tsubaki returned the greeting to Sakura, then stood up and said:

"Sakura is improving very quickly. If she continues at this rate, she will surpass me in no time."

Normally her mother is very gentle, but when she teaches her, she becomes very serious and strict.

Because her demands were too high, Miyajima Sakura rarely heard her mother praise her.

This is a rare occasion.

Miyajima Sakura was surprised.

"Mother mother..."

Mom said she was making rapid progress. If it was any other time, she would have thought it was the result of her hard work, but today...

Without hiding anything, Miyajima Sakura shook her head and said:

"It's not entirely because of me. This is all thanks to Fuyumi. It was because of his help that I was able to...but I still lost."

Chapter 359 Night Talk

Because of winter?

His help?

Sakura's words left Miyajima Tsubaki confused.

Dong Jian is very strong, but his strength lies in his physique, speed, and reaction. Are these due to years of training or innate talents? Can they also help others?

How to help?

Unable to figure out what Sakura meant, Miyajima Tsubaki couldn't help but ask:

"Did Fuyumi teach Sakura new sword techniques?"

Through the battle with her mother, Miyajima Sakura can truly feel the changes in herself. After all, she can see the trajectory of her mother's sword swings.

But because she was still being beaten, she didn't feel much about other changes besides this. She just felt that the wooden sword in her hand seemed to be lighter and could keep up with the rhythm of her mother's attack.

These changes were small and easy to overlook if you didn't pay close attention, but she did become a little stronger.

Happy but still not satisfied, Miyajima Sakura shook her head:

"It's not a new sword technique, it's..."

Her thoughts shifted from her own changes to her mother's questions. Just as Miyajima Sakura was about to tell her the reason why she had become stronger, her pretty face turned red involuntarily.

Let’s not talk about whether the mother believes what she says.

How could she tell her mother just about her intimacy with Dong Jian? Was it even possible to tell her?

Not knowing how to explain, but not wanting to lie to her mother, Miyajima Sakura held the mask, her eyes moist and vague as she spoke:

"Yes, it is something more powerful than the new sword technique."

Something more powerful than sword skills? What is that?

Miyajima Tsubaki is quite knowledgeable and has seen a lot of things.

In her opinion, the only way to improve a swordsman's strength in a relatively short period of time is to learn new sword skills and master them.

The process of improving strength is not actually that fast, but at least it is faster than swinging the sword continuously for years.

So, what was that thing Sakura was talking about, something more powerful than sword skills? Why didn't she have any idea?

Besides, why was Sakura blushing while she was talking? Even if she hadn't taken off the protective gear, she shouldn't be so hot. It wasn't the first time she wore it.

Miyajima Tsubaki was concerned about what Sakura said and her abnormal behavior, and she couldn't help but want to get to the bottom of it.

But this is not the place to talk.

Miyajima Tsubaki took the mask and wooden sword from Sakura and stroked her hot, red face:

"Before that, the bath water should be full. Can Sakura take a bath with mommy?"

It was a good thing that she didn't ask any further questions. Miyajima Sakura really didn't know how to tell her that she became stronger because of what she ate.

How can I say such things to my relatives?

Miyajima Sakura breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and nodded slightly:

"Hmm~"

With the help of Miyajima Tsubaki, Miyajima Sakura swiftly took off the protective gear and put it into the locker room.

Then the two of them came to the bathroom, one in front and one behind, taking half a step.

Since she was a child, Miyajima Sakura often took a bath with her mother. In the past, she didn't think it was a big deal and didn't pay much attention to it.

But after having a fiancé and knowing what boys like, Miyajima Sakura couldn't help but look at her from a boy's perspective.

The soft waist-length hair was wrapped together in a light pink towel, revealing the smooth forehead with a few strands of hair.

Her cheeks were smooth and snowy, and as she reached out to test the temperature of the shower water, a faint blush gradually appeared on them.

The voluptuous figure, which was not wrapped in a bath towel and was shrouded in hot mist when the water temperature rose, looked dazzlingly white in the dim and bright light of the bathroom, making people feel as if it was made of soft snow.

The water temperature must have been adjusted. In Miyajima Sakura's sight, she bent down her well-proportioned, slender waist against her plump figure, moved her two dazzlingly pure white lips, and sat on the small stool in the bathroom.

Seen from behind, her shoulders, which seemed narrow even without her trying to shrink, and her thin waist, which seemed even more plump and broad because of the weight, made her back look as charming as a white jade gourd.

The hand dotted with sparkling water droplets held the shower head and flicked the body again and again, soaking the body of Miyajima Tsubaki. She raised her slender white neck and stroked it gently with her wet hands, leaving a string of shiny hair that rolled down continuously.

Noticing Sakura standing nearby and staring at her blankly, Miyajima Tsubaki turned slightly and asked in confusion:

"Sakura?"

"what?"

"Why are you in a daze? It's easy to catch a cold if you keep standing."

"Yes, I understand."

Without stepping into the bathtub, Miyajima Sakura brought a small stool and sat behind her.

I took the bath ball hanging on the wall, soaked it with warm water, and squeezed some shower gel on it.

Miyajima Sakura rubbed her back as she trembled slightly, seemingly imperceptibly due to her sensitivity.

His fingertips lightly touched her back skin, and he felt the smooth and delicate skin of Miyajima Sakura, and praised her for the first time:

"Mom's skin is so good, so white and smooth."

This is not the first time that Miyajima Tsubaki has heard others praise her like this. When she is free and chats with the housewives around her, they always compliment each other's skin, figure and so on.

But the compliments between them were more of a courtesy.

At least that's what Miyajima Tsubaki thinks.

But Sakura's straightforward praise with an admiring tone made Miyajima Tsubaki very happy.

The hot water made her skin red, and a faint smile appeared on her pretty face. Miyajima Tsubaki said softly:

"Really? Sakura, I'm happy you said that."

"But Mom is not young anymore."

After gently stroking the cheek skin that was still delicate but not as good as when she was young, Miyajima Tsubaki couldn't help but let out a sad sound.

Then she realized that this seemed to be the first time Sakura praised her, so she said:

"When did Sakura become so sweet?"

In the past, she felt that there was no difference between her and her mother, but today, when she was being intimate with her fiancé, Dong Jian said words of praise and love to her, which made her shy.

Because the memory is so profound, you will naturally care about it, and it will be different from before.

However, she only noticed it because Fuyumi was being intimate with her, and she couldn't say such things to her mother.

Miyajima Sakura sat behind her, mumbling and speaking unclearly:

“No, because I’m telling the truth.”

Hearing Sakura's voice getting weaker and weaker due to shyness, Miyajima Tsubaki's words became a little more serious:

"Sakura, don't be shy all the time before Winter Meet."

"As for Dong Jian's situation, he himself said last time that if he doesn't dare to take the initiative because of shyness, he will let happiness run away."

Understanding what her mother meant, Miyajima Sakura nodded seriously:

"Ok."

It’s not really appropriate to explain these adult techniques to Sakura right now, because we’re in the bathroom and the water in the bathtub will slowly cool down.

Miyajima Tsubaki didn't say anything else. She asked Sakura to stop. After she washed off the foam in front and behind her, she let Sakura sit in the front.

As she stood up and changed her position, she noticed the red mark on Sakura's collarbone and the streaks of red a little below.

I didn't think about that at first, I thought she was injured when she was competing with Dong Jian.

Miyajima Tsubaki gently stroked Sakura's neck, her tone distressed:

"Didn't you wear protective gear when you were sparring? And why didn't you apply medicine on the injuries?"

"Touyou too, why are you fighting here? It's very dangerous."

?

Not knowing what her mother was talking about, Miyajima Sakura looked down at the place where her fingers had touched.

The irregularly shaped red marks were very conspicuous on her snow-white skin. Because they were all dotted on her shameful places, she instantly knew where these things came from.

Not wanting her mother to blame Fuyumi, Miyajima Sakura suppressed her shame and said:

"Mom, that's not the case. It wasn't caused during the sparring."

Not a qualified adult. Miyajima Tsubaki was stunned for a moment before she realized what Sakura meant.

Not wanting to make the atmosphere between the two of them awkward, Miyajima Tsubaki pretended to be calm and said angrily:

"That Fuyumi is too strong. It hasn't worn off for such a long time... If Sakura feels any pain, just tell him directly, okay?"

It’s not really painful, because I’ve been exercising for years…

She wanted to comfort Fuyumi, but her mother was also concerned about her, so Miyajima Sakura didn't say anything and nodded obediently:

"Yeah, Sakura got it."

After scrubbing their backs and taking a bath, the two came to Miyajima Tsubaki's room.

Since Miyajima Sakura's diary, her parents have slept in separate rooms, so when they sleep together, they default to going to their mother's room.

I opened the door and turned on the switch on the wall, and the bright fluorescent light emitted a bright light.

What comes into view is a clean and simple room with little decoration.

Although the layout and furnishings of the room are unremarkable, the elegant and pleasant fragrance in the room makes people feel very comfortable here.