What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

"Needless to say." Kashima Saeko looked back from the sky, with a calm and relaxed attitude: "Aoki-san is not here, I can only say that I am really sorry. But of course your life is up to you, if you have If you have other important things to do, just let it go.”

"As for the movie..." Kazushima Saeko lowered his eyes, walked past Aokisi, and put the bamboo sword into the sword barrel.

"Forget it, the live-action version of "The Swordsman Story", I heard it sucks."

"Next time there is an anime version, please invite me to see it again."

Saeko Toushima threw the protective gear in the corner where the protective gear was placed, with no abnormal expression, but the calm eyes under the purple hair were slightly red: "It's just right, I'm tired today, so let's practice here... Aoki classmate. "

Aoki bowed to Saeko Poshima without saying a word, then turned and left.

Dushima Saeko stood by the wall and looked up at the sky behind the small window on the wall. The only beautiful cloud was still moving slowly and leisurely with the wind. After a while, the wind was blown away from her field of vision. .

The little blue sky that could be seen outside the narrow window was empty again.

Chapter 72 Memoirs of Saeko Busujima

My name is Kazushima Saeko. I am the eldest child of the Kashima family and the only girl.

For as long as I can remember, I have been with that wooden knife that was so heavy that it was a little hard to lift.

My father is a powerful and majestic man. In the eyes of others, he is one of the most famous great swordsmen in Neon. By.

But in my eyes, he is not a qualified father.

Since I was born, I have carried the expectations of all people and worked hard to become the heir of the Poison Island style.

While the other girls were playing with friends in the room with the dolls in their arms, I had to wave the wooden knife over and over again to avoid being scolded by my father when he checked in at night.

While other girls were debating what kind of clothes would look best, I was asked by my father to learn all kinds of swordsmanship.

He was knocked down again and again by opponents that were much taller than himself, then swallowed tears in his stomach, got up and charged again with a wooden knife.

This is my childhood.

I thought that as long as I tried so hard, my father would approve of me.And I will also be the next father, a great swordsman whom others respect.

However, I was wrong.Maybe I used to be the pride in my father's eyes, but...

With the death of my mother, my father's remarriage, and when my younger brother was born, everything changed.

The same swordsmanship, I need to eat and sleep for several days to master it, but my brother just needs to play and learn to understand the truth.

I finally understood that no matter how hard I tried, I could not avoid the sad ending that I was easily surpassed by my younger brother.

My father no longer urged me to learn swordsmanship, but let me learn that if I become a woman, for him, as long as I become a good wife in the eyes of others, it will not be a disgrace to the poison island family.

The funny thing is that I, who are extremely stupid in learning kendo, have an unexpected talent in this area.

When I learned to cook, sew, tea ceremony, even "women's way" and learned how to be a good wife, my dream also changed.

It's ridiculous, it wasn't until junior high school that I realized for the first time that I was a girl after all.When you meet someone you like, your heart pounding, and when you see something cute, you can't help but smile.

I naively thought that maybe I, who was destined to achieve nothing in kendo, could be a good wife for someone in the future.To have a beautiful love that I will never regret until I die, give up the so-called kendo, and concentrate on doing everything a wife should do for the person in the future. This is also a way for me to realize my self-worth.

I left my father's side and came to Chiba alone to guard the empty gymnasium, go to school, cook alone, and live alone in this city without any acquaintances or concerns.

I once thought that I would start a real, my own life.No father's expectations, no more jealousy of my brother's talent, no one knows me.

I just need to take kendo as fun and be as ordinary and comfortable as other girls, and I'll be satisfied.

until……

On the night of junior high school, when I was alone on the way from school, I found a pervert who was secretly following me behind me.

He clearly knew what the man was thinking, but he deliberately let the pervert close to him. When he wanted to violate himself, he took out the wooden knife he carried with him and broke his leg bones and shoulder blades.

I don't know why I did this, but when I chopped off his bones with a wooden knife and watched his ferocious and evil face turn into terror and despair, my heart rose up with joy and excitement that I had never had before.

The final verdict was that while I acted somewhat defensively, I was not held accountable given my age and status.

But I knew that I would never go back.

When I understood how terrifying the dark side of my heart was and how terrible the uncontrollable violent impulse was, I knew that I would never be a normal girl again.

Even with, I began to hate myself, I hate myself who has such a mentality, but has a soft heart like an ordinary girl.

I hate myself, and I hate my heart that still loves others.

I do not deserve.

I don't deserve to fall in love with someone, and of course I don't deserve to be loved by others.

Until that day... Aoki-kun appeared in front of me.

I clearly decided that I would never fall in love with anyone again, but for some reason, I couldn't help but feel good about him.

With daily practice, his kendo strength improved rapidly.

This kind of talent is completely incomparable even to his younger brother.I'm a little jealous, but more of an envy.

Moreover, the most enviable thing is that he can live freely under the fearful eyes of others, no matter whether others fear or hate his eyes, he still follows his own pace step by step.This may be the reason for my heart.

Maybe, he will accept himself.

Such a powerful man makes my heart flutter, and I can't help but admire my heart - it would be great if I could be like him, no matter whether others fear or like me, I can live my own life and not be influenced by others. ?

This admiration turned into more love.