This thing about me becoming a girl

Even if you do this with a deadpan face, it's like the job is done.

After tying the cloth, she stood up and put her arms around Bei Dao Ya's shoulders.

From a close look, her face is really exquisite, without the vulgar sense of unreality, as clean as snowflakes, as if every time her eyes look back, it is astonishing that people can stay in that moment, and there are no flaws to be found.

Bei Dao Ya looked up at her slightly, and after a while stretched out his arms to wrap around her shoulders.

It's just that while the two were leaning together, the sound of some kind of plastic shell being squeezed came from Sawamura Mari Aoi's pocket, waist, and many places.

Both of them are people who don't like to talk, so they didn't communicate too much, and the practice began.

The process was not smooth, although there were no falls or staggers, but there were some bumps.

In fact, in addition to parent-child participation in this kind of project with two people and three legs, it is the most advantageous and most suitable for those who are about the same height.

Because generally without professional training, people with different height gaps will have different steps when they take steps.

The two-legged three-legged project, which tests tacit cooperation, requires the step frequency to be balanced and consistent. If either party is anxious or slow, it will disrupt the rhythm.

Although the beidao crow is not a broken step, it is not a big step, in short, it is a person with smaller steps.

Moreover, the physical fitness is not comparable to that of a person who has been training all the year round like Mari Aoi Sawamura.

So it was a bit chaotic at the beginning. Although Mari Aoi Sawamura deliberately slowed down to take care of Kitajima Crow, the rhythm was still wrong.

The two ran like this for seven or eight minutes, and the North Island Crow began to pant a little, but still couldn't find the rhythm.

This is very wrong, and logically, when the fit partner is willing to take care of the weak partner and slow down the pace with her pace, it should quickly find a balance between the pace of both parties.

But the two couldn't find a balance. Either Sawamura Mariko was slower than Kitajima Crow, or Kitajima Crow was slower than Sawamura Mari Aoi and was faster, driving each other's feet back and forth.

Although there is also a reason for the lack of communication, it has to be said that the two really do not have a tacit understanding.

Seeing the calm but panting face of the Kitajima Crow, Sawamura Mari Aoi stopped in her tracks, and the Kitajima Crow also stopped.

After thinking about it, she felt that communication was still necessary, and then she took out a ballpoint pen and a small notebook of note paper from her pocket.

Because of her stuttering and stuttering, she can’t have a smooth conversation, so when she communicates with people in long sentences, she usually writes down what she wants to say on a note to express her meaning, but most of the time she doesn’t speak too much, so she also It is rarely taken out.

Ten seconds later, she tore off a note from her notebook and showed it to Bei Dao Ya.

"Let's practice walking slowly first, and then try to run after finding a mutual rhythm and reaching an agreement. The sports festival is still two weeks away, so there is still time."

The font is neat and tidy, not the rigorous and pleasing calligraphy, but rather cute.

Bei Dao Ya looked at the note paper and nodded, then she looked around again and said.

"Let's change places."

Although school is over in the afternoon, there are quite a lot of students staying on campus. Many people around the front garden noticed the two practicing on the green lawn. To be precise, they noticed Mari Aoi Sawamura and stopped to watch. with.

Hearing this, Sawamura Mariko nodded, and then the two of them went for a walk on the quiet forest road in the back garden. During the process, Bei Daoya also found a little yellow ponytail hanging behind, and tried to get close several times but was timid. I shrank and stopped, and in the end I didn't know where to go.

The two walked in silence for about 50 minutes, and ended the practice.

This is also what Nanako Morishita discussed from the very beginning, one hour every afternoon, forget it if you have something to do, and practice if you have nothing to do, but at least once every three days.

Although there is nothing to practice with two people and three legs, Nanako Morishita still asked for it.

After practice, Sawamura Mari Aoi went to get her sword bag, and when she was about to leave, she remembered something and waved her hand back.

And Bei Daoya changed his sportswear and put on his uniform before returning home.

After dinner, Bei Dao Ya took out the four folders from the single gray cloth bag, opened them and looked at them.

The content is sufficient, the typesetting is cheerful and clear, and it is easy for people to understand. Each point is explained in detail, and the printing fonts in important places are still blackened.

It can be seen that he is very attentive.

"Little Crow, it's time to take a bath!"

Bei Daojiu came out of the bathroom in white fluffy pajamas, her hair was still a little wet.

Hearing this, Bei Dao Ya nodded and closed the folder.

In the bathroom, Bei Daoya brushed his teeth in the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and thought about the day.

Sawamura Mari Aoi should have recognized that she was the person she saved in the alley that day, but she didn't mention it, maybe she didn't think it was something worth mentioning.

She thought of this noble girl, and memories flooded her mind.

This girl who broke the last straw of her predecessor.

100. Tongue biting

The main house of the Sawamura family, in the dojo.

Sawamura Mari Aoi is wearing a kendo uniform, with a pure white slub cloth upper body and a black loose cross skirt on the lower body.

She took off her shoes at the entrance of the dojo, put them aside, and walked into it after bowing respectfully.

The ashram is spacious and clean, there is no one else, the air is filled with a faint aroma, the smell is not strong, very light, some like rosemary, it makes people relax, calm and sober.

After Sawamura Mari Aoi entered the dojo, she went to the Buddhist altar in the center of the inner wall and knelt down, lit a stick of incense, and kowtowed.

Enshrined in the altar is a golden statue of a slashing warrior with a knife, wearing a thick armor, wearing a bull and deer ghost pocket, the front is decorated with a sun wheel, and the curved iron bowls on both sides are bull horns and deer horns respectively. The fangs and tengu look, every part is lifelike, just like a real person.

On the wall above the altar is a plaque inscribed with a pen and a dragon.

"Shuiyue bright heart flow."

The golden statue enshrined in the altar is the ancestor of the Sawamura family, Sawamura Suigetsu. Every member of the Sawamura family must kowtow first when entering.

After performing the kowtow ceremony, Mariko Sawamura stood up, walked to the front of the padded cushion in the center of the dojo and sat down on his knees, untied the sword bag, put the wooden knife beside him, took a few slow and deep breaths, and then sat quietly with his eyes closed .

Soon she emptied her mind, entered a state of meditation, and waited quietly.

The green vegetation outside the dojo is rustling in the breeze, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the lazy golden sunlight in the afternoon falls through the gaps between the branches and leaves and falls on the quiet path covered with cobblestones, forming fine and swaying light spots.

A pair of wooden clogs stepped on the road, and the steps were steady and slow, as if the distance between each step was the same.

Soon the owner of the clogs came to the entrance of the dojo. Mariko Sawamura opened her eyes when she heard the sound, and looked over with clear eyes.

An old man in a pitch-black kendo suit stood at the entrance.

The old man was in his sixties, his hair, which was mostly white, was neat, his figure was still tall and straight, his weather-beaten face was mellow from the years, his eyes were bright, and his expression was calm and stable.

This healthy old man with outstanding temperament is the current head of the Sawamura family, Sawamura Homi.

He took off his shoes and walked into the dojo with his arms around his waist.

Kneeling on the ground, Mari Aoi Sawamura bowed respectfully upon seeing this, "Grandfather, father...father."

Hearing this, Sawamura Homi nodded, walked to the cushion opposite her and knelt down.

He hugged his waist and straightened his back: "What is the feeling of practice this week?"

As a rule, Homi Sawamura would ask this in the first sentence of every weekly kendo instruction.

This is also the practice he arranged for Mari Aoi Sawamura. Life is practice. Everything in life is a part of practice and should be taken seriously.

Although Sawamura Mari Aoi takes everything in life seriously according to what Sawamura Hoomi said, but to be honest, she doesn't quite understand what the meaning of this practice perception is, and she is a little ignorant, so every time So I told Sawamura Homi everything I could remember this week.

She tried her best to speak smoothly, but she was still stumbling. It would take a long time to finish talking about the things she remembered this week, and her tongue would still hurt and be bitten after she finished speaking.

But despite this, she did not slack off, and only talked about a small part, because everything in life must be taken seriously.

In fact, she also wrote down what she wanted to say on a note before and showed it to Sawamura Homi, but she was rejected.

Sawamura Homi said that the most authentic perception is what you have to say with your own mouth, and what you write without thinking, which is also a part of spiritual practice.

So Sawamura Mari Aoi uses words to express it every time. This is also one of the few practices that she feels painful, because her tongue hurts too much.

Sawamura Mariko sat dignifiedly on the cushion, her delicate face was expressionless, and her clear voice stammered and tried to speak.

Although Sawamura Homi didn't have the gentleness of an ordinary old man on his face, he patiently listened to the complete sentence that took more than ten seconds to finish, and nodded from time to time in response.

In this way, more than half an hour passed, Mariko Sawamura's tongue hurt so much that some lower teeth trembled uncontrollably.

But she finally finished saying all she wanted to express, she lowered her head and pressed her tongue silently with her lips, pretending to move her neck while wiping away the crystals from the painful eye sockets.

In fact, other pains are fine. Mari Aoi Sawamura thinks it will be over if she endures it, but she is most afraid of biting her tongue, so she can usually not speak, absolutely not.

Although they were talking about trivial matters, Sawamura Homi nodded slowly after listening.

"Life is practice, and you must not neglect it."

Hearing this, Sawamura Mari Aoi bent down to show that she remembered.

"Then let's get to the point." Said Sawamura Homi.

Immediately, Mari Aoi Sawamura nodded, picked up the wooden knife, stood up, and began to warm up.

Her warm-up consisted of simply raising the sword, stepping forward, chopping, repeating this for a few minutes, and stopped after her body entered the state.

At this time, Homi Sawamura had already pulled out a bamboo knife from the sword bucket, and after saluting each other, they confronted each other with their swords.

Sawamura Mari Aoi said, "Grandfather, Father... Your Excellency, if..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sawamura Homi: "I know what you want to say, let me see your sword first."

Hearing that Sawamura Mari Aoi withdrew her father's plea and nodded seriously.

Yes, letting my grandfather see that I have a sword of progress is more effective than saying anything.

Immediately, Mariko Sawamura swung his sword like a tiger.

One minute later, Mariko Sawamura curled up on the soft cushion, feeling where her arms and feet were hit, her frosty cheeks were expressionless, but her nose was throbbing with pain.

As always, her sword was shot down within ten seconds of holding it in her hand, and then she was beaten.

While being beaten, Homi Sawamura was still picking on her faults severely: "This is your sword? A swordsman who can't even hold a sword really hasn't made any progress."

Saying this, the bamboo knife in his hand didn't stop, and Sawamura Mari Aoi was beaten like a child.

Finally she collapsed on the cushion, and Sawamura Homi frowned.

Failed, Sawamura Mari Aoi thought in her heart.

The physical pain is far less than the regret in her heart at this time.

Originally, he wanted to show his progress in kendo to satisfy his grandfather, and then pleaded with his father.

But now... I guess my grandfather would only get angrier if he said it.