Comprehensive comic: I am a military advisor in a love story

"Well, are you okay? I'm coming in." Mother's voice came from outside the door.

Furukawa hurriedly sat down, and Kotori Yu Shihua touched her hot face and sat down too.

Only Kotori Yurikka, who was sitting opposite, blinked and looked at the two of them excitedly.

"Come in. Auntie, nothing happened just now." Furukawa said shamelessly.

Kotori Yu Toka's mother smiled and opened the sliding door and walked in. Behind her, Furukawa could vaguely see the departing figures of Kotori Yu Toka's father and grandparents...

"Mom! Just now, my sister and this big brother kissed seventeen times! It's amazing!" Xiaotiao Yulihua shouted excitedly as her mother walked in, and then turned to look at the two of them again. "I want to see it again, again!"

Kotori Yu Toka's mother didn't speak, but the smile on her lips made Kogawa and Kotori Yu Toka feel so embarrassed that they wanted to get under the table.

Things that were tacitly understood were directly revealed by Xiaotiao Yurikka.

Lost people!

"Aunt, let me clean it up for you." Furukawa quickly changed the subject.

It would be too embarrassing if we kept the same atmosphere as before.he thinks.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." The mother looked at her daughter and said with a smile.

Seeing Kotori Yu Toka quietly glaring at him, Furukawa breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the dishes on the dining table and headed to the kitchen.

After helping his mother wash the dishes, Furukawa stretched.

Sure enough, compared with cooking, the tableware that solves the cooking process and ending is the most tiring.

"Rukawa, it's quite late. Go take a bath and get some rest early. The bathroom is at the end of the second floor," Kotori Yu Toka's mother said, "I've also prepared your bed. It's on the second floor." The third room.”

"Well, thank you, Auntie, I know." Furukawa nodded, took off his apron, folded it neatly, and left.

Looking at the departing figure of Furukawa, Kotori Yu Toka's mother nodded gently, "Well, you are such a good boy."

There was already bath water in the bathtub. Furukawa took off all his clothes and soaked in it.

"call."

Sure enough, taking a hot bath in the cold winter is a comforting thing.

Kogawa leaned on the edge of the bathtub, and through the rising heat mist, the face of the little bird Yu Toka appeared in front of his eyes.

"Ah, that's nice," he said softly.

The night was already deep, and it was snowing heavily outside the window.

The goose-feather-like snow covered the ground, glowing with a cool brilliance under the moonlight, like fallen leaves, stacked on top of each other and rising high.

Hearing the sound of her sister's breathing, the little bird You Shihua turned over and shrank into the quilt.

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Because this is my hometown, and my grandparents have always followed the traditional life, there are no beds here. I just put a bed on the tatami and sleep.

"Touka-chan, where is your relationship now?" her mother's voice came from next to her.

Mother didn't sleep either.

"Did you do it?"

"Ahhh?" Xiaotiao Youshihua panicked. She didn't expect her mother to ask such a bold question.

"No. It's too early to do that." She whispered.

"...Then, that night, I will see you..."

"That was an accident! Nothing happened to us." Xiaotiao Youshihua explained.

"Yeah, I believe it." In the darkness, the mother nodded.

"That kid is a good kid," the mother said. "Do you still remember the phone calls we made before? He saw that you were too tired, so he went out to work and wanted to lighten your burden."

"Uh-huh."

"Perhaps because he grew up alone, that child has a maturity that is not commensurate with his age. It can be seen in both his cooking skills and his daily behavior."

"He likes you very much." Mother said.

"Yeah, I know." Xiaoniao Youshihua said softly.

"So, don't abandon him. Also, it doesn't matter if you do it."

"Ah, I told you that I haven't done it before. He respects my opinion and knows that our relationship is still short. He will not force me."

The little bird You Shihua buried her head in the quilt.

The mother showed a faint smile.

"I, too, like him very much." Xiaoniao You Shihua said softly, as if babbling.

Chapter 109 My mouth is a little dry.

early morning.

Perhaps it was due to the heavy snowfall last night that the temperature dropped a bit, and even the temperature of the bed was gone unconsciously.

The ancient rivers and rivers were awakened by the cold.

He clenched his stiff fists and left the bed.

It was his first time sleeping in a room of this style, and he was still not used to it.

I didn't sleep that well last night either.

Of course, he firmly believed that this was because Kotori Yu Touka was not around.

After getting dressed, Furukawa came to the window and looked outside the house through the window grilles that were made of ice.

The outside of the house has been covered with heavy white snow, and there is a vast expanse as far as the eye can see. The cold wind is carrying the ice and snow, blowing across the earth like a misty morning mist.

Furukawa glanced at the time, six o'clock in the morning.

Worried that it would affect the rest of Xiao Niaoyou Shihua's family, he tiptoed downstairs, intending to take a look outside.

Go through the corridor and down the stairs.

Furukawa Chuan came to the lobby on the first floor.

"Ahem, how did you sleep last night? Why did you get up so early?" An old voice sounded from the first floor.

"Grandpa?" Furukawa was stunned for a moment and looked around, only to find Xiaotiao Youshihua's grandfather sitting on the edge outside the sliding door, admiring the snow and drinking hot tea.

(Enside: a corridor under the eaves of a Japanese-style house. Japanese meaning: an elevated corridor under the eaves.)

"I slept okay, but the weather was a bit cold, so I woke up a bit early."

Ancient river theory.

"It's indeed a bit cold." Grandpa glanced at the snow outside the window.

"How about coming over and sitting for a while? Have some tea," he invited.

Furukawa nodded and walked over.

Grandpa poured him a cup of hot tea, then stopped talking and looked at the falling snow outside silently.

For an old man like him, he is probably reminiscing about his life when watching the snow, right?

Kogawa thought silently, feeling the temperature of the tea in his hands passing by little by little.

He also looked at the snow for a while, but found it uninteresting, so he turned around and looked around the house.

Soon, his eyes were caught by a Japanese sword hanging under a wall in the house.

This sword reminded him of the skill he gained from Gui Yanye - kendo.

That is a skill with three passive skills.

It has been more than a month since he acquired the skill, and he has not tried it once.

"Are you interested in that knife?" Xiaoniao Youshihua's grandfather suddenly said.

"Well, it's a little bit. I want to give it a try."

"If you want to try it, just use it. The sword has been there for many years and has almost become an ornament. Tohka and Rikka are not interested in the sword either."

"Ah."

After getting the other party's permission, Furukawa stood up and walked towards the knife rest.

The Japanese sword was about three feet away when viewed from a distance. It had a black scabbard and a golden patterned blade.

Furukawa frowned as he held the knife, which had a plastic texture.

But took it off the shelf anyway.

The words Stamina +3 flashed before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the passive "Kenshin" has been triggered, the passive "Weapon Master" has been triggered, and the passive "Iai" has been triggered.

Furukawa clenched the knife in his hand, and various memories related to kendo passed through his mind one by one. Veins appeared on his forehead. The pain caused by the huge collision of memories gave him a splitting headache.

As if instinctively, he held the blade in his hand, ran into the snow regardless of the wind and snow, and started to swing the knife in accordance with the memory in his mind.

The wind and snow blew past his face like rough gravel.

Sweeping, splitting, poking, cutting, sweeping, smashing, chopping, thrusting.

He swung the knife quickly, as if he and the knife were one, and every blow struck by the knife was so standard.

The blade drew perfect arcs in the air, like a brand new full moon.

The memories of the swordsmanship schools of the past were gradually engraved into his body with every sword strike.

Okuyama Nen-ryu, Kagami Akechi-ryu, Hokushin Itto-ryu, Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu, Yagyu Shinin-ryu...

He slashed in the wind and snow without emotion, cutting off the falling snow again and again.

The sword wind surged like a tide, forming an invisible aura around the body.

Eventually, the memories in his mind were completely integrated into this body.

Guhechuan also made the final blow.

A crescent moon-like arc flashed in the air.