"The boy who had been to the hospital before?"
At this moment, he recalled the few days ago, when he just woke up from a coma, among those people in the ward, there was the boy whom she said.
At first, after hearing about the causes and consequences, he was happy for his daughter to meet these classmates and friends, and was able to help her so enthusiastically.
He was already very satisfied to be able to open his eyes again and look at his daughter again.
As for regaining the dojo, Aya Tsuji Kaito has not mentioned it. In fact, he does not resent the Kurashiki Tibetans, and he has also heard of the strength of his daughter.
It is impossible to defeat that genius.
In fact, these are not important to him. He just wants to make up for the debts of the past two years as a father. You can imagine how she spent the past two years.
...
"Xuanze, you like that boy very much!"
"Dad what did you say..."
"Don't rush to deny it, I can hear it in your tone."
"..."
"He is too dazzling, and the women around him are too good. In contrast, I really..." Ayatsuji Xuanze's tone fell.
Compared with those outstanding girls, she looked too ordinary, not a magnitude at all, and she felt inferiority complex uncontrollably raised.
"How can I know if I don't try?"
"There are some important things that you have to strive for, otherwise you will regret it for a lifetime. No matter what choice you make, I will support you!"
"For those nobles, superiors, and powerful, monogamy is just..."
"..."
"..."
...
Outside the dojo, father and daughter were talking.
Perhaps it was the things that helped her casually these days, which created good feelings, or perhaps it was the influence of the blessing of Zi Nai Gong Tianyin.
All in all, things are moving in a certain direction.
Inadvertently inserting willows and willow Chengyin, it is probably this kind of feeling, in fact, Tianchen did not deliberately attack her at all, it was natural and natural.
Okay, it feels like getting cheap and selling well.
...
Leave it alone, go back to the dojo.
"Eh--!!"
"Very good painting!"
"As expected to be a world-famous painter, just now..."
Sarah continued to paint. In the painting, a young man holding a holy lightsaber defeated the enemy. Um, the depiction of the enemy was a bit hideous and abstract.
"Some religious painting style!"
In fact, it completely demonized the Kurashiki Tibetans.
Before she knew it, Sarah, in addition to fulfilling the wish of her father's posthumous work, added one more, constantly depicting the young man next to her.
It's like a biography of a religious figure, a comic strip, painted one by one. She doesn't hate this kind of life.
Slowly, a little intoxicated.
As for Rebellion, if someone didn't contact her regularly, she would have forgotten her original plan. In fact, she was not interested.
...
"The painting can be appreciated at that time, it's not too late now!"
"Although the main purpose is to regain the dojo, today's swordsmanship contest..." Stella looked at the black-body Zhu Shi, and the two looked at each other, as if there was a flash of light.
The kicking hall ended very quickly, and it was only after three o'clock, and it was still early before dark.
"Yes!"
"This time with the princess with big breasts, we must definitely decide the winner!"
Black Iron Pearl Shizuku responded without showing any weakness, having said that, she still has great resentment for something.
Hearing this, Stella embraced her arms and stared at Zhu Shizuku provocatively.
"..."
The two have been a little uncomfortable, don't want to lose to each other, and quarrel with each other whenever they get the chance.
...
After a while, Ayatsuji Yase, who went out to call, also came back.
"From now on, I'll be bothering you!"
"You will be welcome!"
"If there were no seniors and everyone, it would be forever to regain the dojo..." Ayatsuji Xuanze shook her head, looking at Tianchen a little embarrassed.
Tian Chen felt this subtle change, but he didn't say anything.
"Sorry, there is no protégé to help take care of..."
Aya Tsuji Xuanze glanced at the messy dojo and said helplessly, the former disciples were naturally gone.
...
Hearing that, the black iron pearl Shizuku condensed the water flow easily, washed the floor of the dojo again, washed away the splashing blood, and then evaporated the water.
"That's enough!"
The two of them each took a wooden sword in their hands, and they didn't have the ability to use them, and they directly competed in pure swordsmanship.
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