A passionate daily life starting from the Tachibana family

Tsubaki Miyajima, who didn't feel ashamed of losing to Sasaki, praised him truthfully: "Sasaki-kun is much stronger than me. I lost the fight just now."

"what?"

Chiyakko Murasaki, who knew how strong her best friend was, covered her mouth in surprise.

She knew that Chun would not joke casually, so she did not doubt the authenticity of Chun's words.

But precisely because of this, she felt surprised and puzzled.

"What's so much stronger? I only know that one move, so don't make fun of me." Knowing that he really only knows the half-hearted "Swallow Return", Sasaki didn't tell the difference under Miyajima Tsubaki's boast. Clear east, west, north and south.

After all, I have taken advantage of my physical fitness.

This is nothing to be proud of.

Seeing Sasaki's modest and natural demeanor after defeating him, Miyajima Tsubaki's favorable impression and evaluation of him became even higher.

Now she was thinking about whether to introduce her daughter to Sasaki.

Both of them are about the same age, both are equally handsome, and both have extremely high talents in swordsmanship.

This is simply a God-given son-in-law.

The more she thought about it, the more Miyajima Tsubaki felt that it was possible. Her eyes looking at Sasaki became softer and more satisfied:

"This is not a joke. Being able to defeat others is a skill. Not many people can follow your move."

Sitting in her seat, listening to the two of them saying 'that move', Murasaki Miya Chiyakko, who was confused, pulled her daughter next to her: "What is that move they are talking about?"

Xia Hua, who was also still surprised, heard her mother's words and responded in a low voice: "It's "Yan Hui", which is the legendary swordsman's famous skill. "

"Ah? Isn't that a legend?"

Having grown up in a kendo gym, Murasaki Chiakko is naturally no stranger to legendary sword skills.

Upon hearing her daughter's answer, Murasaki Chiakko's round eyes suddenly widened, and her pink mouth opened in shock.

Not surprised by her mother's surprise, Murasaki Miyazuka, who had previously thought it was just a legend, pursed her lips at Sasaki who was talking to Aunt Miyajima:

"No, his family also ran a dojo in the past. He should be a descendant of that person."

Although she didn't hear Sasaki admit it personally, except for that person's descendant, Murasaki Miyazaki couldn't think of any other answer to the question of who knew the special skill of "Swallow Return".

After all, how could this kind of sword skill that has been passed down through the ages be learned by outsiders besides the family.

He didn't care about Zi Zhi Gong and the others' speculation about him.

After Sasaki briefly exchanged a few words with Miyajima Tsubaki, he was greeted by the Murasaki family and started eating today's dinner.

Because I specifically asked Sasaki about his preferences.

Therefore, raw food, such as sashimi, did not appear on the table.

Most of them are tempura, sushi, barbecue and the like.

After the dinner where the guests and guests enjoyed themselves.

Sasaki chatted with the three girls for a few more words, and then proposed to leave because it was already very late and there were still people waiting at home.

After Sasaki left, Miyajima Tsubaki did not stay too long and returned to his home.

Because I said hello to my family in advance.

So after she returned home, the family had already had dinner.

Miyajima Tsubaki, who did not see his father in the living room and was about to talk to his father about tonight's events, had not yet looked elsewhere.

When Sakura Miyajima heard the door open, she walked quickly to her mother's side wearing pink pajamas and pink velvet slippers.

"Mother, have you eaten?"

Looking at his daughter, whose face was very similar to his own, but more youthful, Miyajima Tsubaki had a smile on her soft and mature face, and reached out to stroke her daughter's hair: "You've eaten, Sakura. Where is grandpa?"

Hearing her mother's question, Sakura Miyajima, who had long dark blue hair after taking a bath, held her mother's arm affectionately and said softly:

"My grandfather went to the study room to read after dinner."

"Does mother have something to say to my grandfather?"

"Yes~"

"Sakura has grown up. It's time to talk about marriage. Is there anyone you like?"

After smoothing her daughter's hair, Miyajima Tsubaki, who was determined to bring Sasaki and Sakura together, asked bluntly about her daughter's situation.

Women from the Wu family usually decide on their marriage when they are very young or even before they are born.

Then when you are at the right age, you can get married and have children.

That's how she came.

But something different is that she was relatively strong and rebellious at the time, so she did not follow her father's arrangements, but chose the person she liked at the time, who is now her husband.

With his own experience, Tsubaki Miyajima did not decide his daughter's future with one word, but gave her a choice.

Although she didn't know whether her decision was the right one.

But as long as the daughter is willing, that's fine.

After all, he was the least qualified to force her.

"I don't want to get married. I don't want to leave my mother so soon~"

After hearing her mother talk about such embarrassing things, Miyajima Sakura held her arm and sat on the sofa, burying her red face into her mother's warm arms.

"Who said it's now~" Sitting on the sofa, gently stroking her hair as she did when she was a child, Miyajima Tsubaki continued to ask with gentle eyebrows: "I haven't told my mother yet, there is someone I like. ?"

No one flashed through her mind. Miyajima Sakura blushed and gently shook her head in her mother's soft and warm arms.

Knowing that his daughter never lied to him, Miyajima Tsubaki continued to ask with a happy face: "Do you mind if mommy introduces you to someone?"

Sakura Miyajima, who didn't know how to answer, buried her red face completely in the soft material, leaving only a pair of small crimson ears hanging out, and said softly:

"Listen to mom~"

"Okay~ I have the opportunity to introduce you to him. He is really great. Although I haven't practiced kendo much, my mother even lost to him."

"what?"

Miyajima Sakura, who felt there was something wrong with her mother's words, couldn't help but raise her pretty pink face that was stained like cherry blossom petals.

"It's true~" Not surprised by his daughter's surprise, Miyajima Tsubaki briefly told the story of how he met Sasaki and fought with him.

"Yan...Yan Hui?"

After the mother's narration.

Hearing that this legendary sword skill was performed by a man about his own age.

Sakura Miyajima's narrow and charming eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened, looking in disbelief.

It's okay if the legendary things are displayed by others.

After all, it is a sword skill that has been recorded in history.

There might be some kind of secret descendant.

But this heir who performed legendary sword skills was actually the same age as her and had never been exposed to swordsmanship before, which she couldn't accept.

If her mother hadn't experienced it herself, Miyajima Sakura wouldn't believe anything she said.

This is as ridiculous as saying that a monkey can be admitted to the University of Tokyo.

But there was no need for my mother to lie to herself.

After all, sword skills are a real thing.

It can be easily exposed.

Because if you can, you can, and if you can’t, you can’t.

There is no such thing as an operation that can be released in a flash of inspiration.

But... a person who doesn't know how to swordsmanship at all... can actually "Yan Hui", this...

Although there is a difference between swordsmanship and kendo...but it's too...

Seeing her mother's confident words, Sakura Miyajima was full of curiosity about this 'lover' she had never met before.

Because she was born into a samurai family and was educated by her grandfather, Sakura Miyajima was not as rebellious as her mother when she was a girl.

I don't think there's anything wrong with parents or other elders making the decision about my marriage.

However, although she did not dislike the person introduced by her mother.

But it’s hard to say I have any good feelings about it.

After all, we have never met.

If it is the kind that matches your own family, it will be the same.

The comments I heard about the boy were nothing more than practicing kendo hard, being loyal, or other descriptions that were not special.

Although my mother did not explain in detail the person who could "swallow return".

He only said that he used "Yan Hui" to defeat her without touching the sword.

But these alone were enough to arouse Miyajima Sakura's full curiosity about that person.

Because she has been either studying or practicing swordplay since she was a child.

And she also likes practicing sword very much.

In the way of swordsmanship, among her peers, she has a confidence that is not weaker than anyone else.

This is the confidence she has accumulated from practicing sword fighting and defeating her opponents in competitions again and again.

But today, the person her mother was talking about challenged her self-confidence.

Even though he defeated his mother.

But a woman from the samurai family, a descendant of the Miyajima style, would not be shy due to fame.

If he can really beat himself.

She can, or is very willing to be his wife.

Compared with her mother's soft face and gentle temperament that have accumulated over time.

Although Miyajima Sakura's face is slightly green, her temperament is more sharp, making her appearance look a bit sharp.

The fighting spirit that arose in her at this time only aggravated her sense of fierceness.

It made her look like a long unsheathed sword, sharp and sharp.

Noticed the changes in my daughter.

Knowing that she had a good impression of Sasaki, Miyajima Tsubaki gently stroked the broken hair on her daughter's forehead:

"Don't be anxious~ I just have this idea now. The details still depend on Father and Sasaki-kun."

"Then does mom want to talk to my grandfather about this?" Although she desperately wanted to see the person who defeated her mother.

But the patience she had developed from years of practicing swordsmanship did not allow her to say any urging words.

"Yes~"

She straightened up slightly, and her breasts, which were outlined by dark blue jeans and were extremely plump and round, slowly rose up like a full moon and left the sofa.

Standing upright with her tall and graceful body, Miyajima Tsubaki smiled softly at her daughter who was nestled on the sofa: "Sakura, go to bed first, I will go and talk to your grandfather about this."

"Hmm~"

Looking at her mother's back walking towards the study, Miyajima Sakura nodded expectantly.

Come outside the study.

Miyajima Tsubaki knocked on the door lightly.

dong dong——

"Is it Xiaochun? Come in."

Hearing the angry response from inside the house, Miyajima Tsubaki opened the door.

The first thing he saw was an old man in a black bathrobe sitting cross-legged on the tatami under the soft light. There was a photo album and a cup of hot tea with smoke rising on the table in front of him.