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"Okay, I'll go call them."

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

Out of the back house.

Before arriving at the training ground, Natsuka Zizhimiya heard a vague echo coming from the empty field.

"Aunt Miyajima, it's my turn~"

Hearing this, Zizhimiya Xiahua blinked in confusion.

"Sasaki can actually fight back?"

Although I have never fought with Aunt Miyajima.

But Xiahua Zizhimiya, who had been to their dojo, had seen her daughter sparring with some students.

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

But Murasakimiya Natsuka could feel that with her own strength, she would not be able to last more than a few rounds against Miyajima Sakura.

This is still comparing myself with Miyajima Sakura.

And I have practiced it before.

But Sasaki had said before that he had never practiced kendo.

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

This is not reasonable.

With doubts in her heart, Zizhimiya Xiahua ran into the training ground in small steps.

And what you see.

Those were the three bamboo-yellow slashes that seemed to be moving forward in unison.

Although she didn't want to say this, in Zi Zhigong's eyes, Aunt Miyajima, who was facing such strange sword skills, was at a loss and tried to resist, just like a bird trying to break free from a net of swords.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he saw the bamboo sword swung by Sasaki suddenly stop.

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

Shocked, thinking that Aunt Miyajima was injured, Shinomiya Natsuka also hurried over.

Walk closer.

Looking at Sasaki checking Aunt Miyajima's wrist and constantly looking at her face, before Murasaki Natsuka said anything, Miyajima Tsubaki, who had already recovered from the crisis of death, breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling her heart about to jump out of her chest, Miyajima Tsubaki, with a pale face, raised her eyes and stared at Sasaki who was looking at her with concern with complicated eyes.

Before this, if someone had said that she would lose a sword fight to someone who had never touched a sword, she would have thought that the other person was crazy.

Think about it, Miyajima Tsubaki has practiced kendo for more than 20 years, although she has never experienced a life-and-death fight.

But it is impossible that without rules, you cannot beat someone who has never even touched a sword.

but……

Reaching out and pressing her hand on her chest, feeling her still violently beating heart, Miyajima Tsubaki smiled softly again:

"Sorry for making you laugh."

"Is the move that Sasaki-kun used just now the "Swallow Return"? "

"So that kind of extraordinary sword skills is not just a legend?"

Sasaki: “…”

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

He didn't know anything about kendo, he didn't even know how to hold a sword or the most basic standing posture.

He was able to use "Pseudo Swallow Return" only by relying on his extraordinary physical fitness.

Just three quick strikes.

In fact, if the previous blow had hit the beautiful woman, it would only have resulted in one blow.

Because his three slashes were in a sequence, not at the same time.

It was just because the speed was too fast that it visually appeared as if three slashes were coming at the same time.

Of course, for those who have not seen the real "Swallow Return".

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

According to normal people's thinking.

How could it be possible that three simultaneous strikes were actually made at the same time?

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

If it really was the case that three swords were slashed out at the same time, regardless of speed, then... was he really a human?

So according to normal people's thinking.

Sasaki's "Tan Fan" is what people understand as "Tan Fan"

However, compared to this kind of thing, Sasaki should think about how to explain his "return of the swallow".

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.

A very vague memory emerged.

In the past... it seems his family actually ran a sword-fighting gym.

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

He was talking about whether he should go back to the old house to clean the temple or something.

But he was rejected by his father.

In addition, there was his grandfather who had long passed away and whom he had never even met and only knew his name.

Sasaki estimated that his family's kendo field was closed during his father's generation.

But no matter how it broke.

It would be nice to have the excuse of the kendo field.

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

Having found an excuse, Sasaki met Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes, smiled and nodded slowly: "I'm not sure if it's the "Swallow Return" because I just practiced this move from a book I found at home."

"Also, Auntie, you don't need to use honorifics for me. This is the only move I know. As you can see, I can't even hold a sword."

It cannot be said that he had forcibly beaten it out with his inhuman physique.

Sasaki could only make up a book.

Anyway, Sasaki didn't nod to admit that his move was really "Swallow Return", nor did he admit that he was Kojiro's descendant, so others can think whatever they want.

This is also a safety measure to avoid actually 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 enough to be ambiguous about this matter.

Miyajima Tsubaki, who was certain that this was "Yan Fan", did not ask any more questions.

After all, sword skills are like this.

They are all the family's secrets and the foundation of their family.

For many people, it is a great honor to be able to see and even feel this legendary sword skill with their own eyes.

With a light sigh, Miyajima Tsubaki, with the help of Murasaki Natsuka beside her, slowly stood up, and looked at Sasaki seriously:

"The Wu family respects martial arts. No matter how good your swordsmanship is, you have defeated me head-on, so you deserve it."

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

"Whether I am worthy of it or not is another matter. If you use honorifics for me, how should Madam Zizhigong and classmate Zizhigong address me? Don't you think it's weird? Besides, this is just coaching me, not a serious exchange. There's no need to do this."

"This……"

Seeing that Miyajima Tsubaki wanted to say something, Sasaki, who didn't want to dwell on this matter any more, subconsciously used the tone of scaring the idiots Chifuyu and Otome to scold, "Be obedient!"

"Okay, okay... As you command."

Startled by Sasaki's sudden serious tone, Miyajima Tsubaki, who responded subconsciously, suddenly straightened her soft body that was leaning in Murasaki's arms.

But after he came to his senses, his legs went limp again and he was about to collapse to the ground.

It's not that she doesn't strive hard enough.

In peacetime, has anyone ever really faced death?

Although she practiced swordplay, she rarely, or almost never, experienced life-and-death battles.

So it was good that she didn't tremble with fear after truly feeling death.

Noticed her movement to fall to the ground.

Sasaki supported Murasaki Natsuka before she could react. Even with the kendo protective gear, it was difficult to hide her body that was as soft as cotton and as warm as a hot water bottle.

Sasaki placed his hand politely on Miyajima Tsubaki's lower back, hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up her legs.

He held her in his arms.

Hearing her surprised exclamation, Sasaki walked towards the warehouse and said softly, "I'm really sorry. That was the first time I used that move. I didn't know how to control the severity. It's my fault that I scared Aunt Miyajima."

"Then you too..."

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

So after a moment of panic in her heart, Miyajima Tsubaki suppressed her urge to jump and struggle.

"Student Zi Zhigong came here to ask us to have dinner. If she is asked to follow Auntie step by step, Auntie Zi Zhigong will be worried."

Glancing sideways at the stunned Murasaki Natsuka, Sasaki asked softly, "Really? Murasaki-san?"

After hearing the question, she realized what Sasaki had done, and she punched him in astonishment and anger: "You are so rude."

Chapter 58: Engagement

"I was just worried that Aunt Miyajima would fall again, and you didn't hold her up just now."

Wearing protective gear, he didn't care about her beating, which was not even a tickle.

Sasaki rolled his eyes and walked towards the warehouse, putting the blame on Murasaki.

Although she knew that she was partly to blame, Sasaki's words about the non-stick pan still made Murasaki feel a little angry.

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

It was not easy to say directly that he had scared Aunt Miyajima, and as he said this, Murasaki Natsuka hit him again as if complaining.

"I just can't help it."

He didn't look at Miyajima Tsubaki, whose body was stiff in his arms and whose face looked extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable.

After saying this, Sasaki quickened his pace and came to the storage room next to the practice field.

He placed Miyajima Tsubaki in his arms on a chair.

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

After resting and regaining her mobility, Miyajima Tsubaki quickly returned to her original attire.

Put the protective gear and skirt 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 that had just happened.

Seeing the three people who were still discussing something harmoniously after entering the living room, Chiakurako Murasaki, who was arranging the dishes, smiled softly and greeted them:

"Welcome back, did you have fun?"

“It was a lot of fun.”

He was not like the ordinary young people who liked to show off and tell everyone that he had defeated so-and-so.

Sasaki responded with a smile, then sat down at the invitation of Mrs. Murasaki.