Father, this is my physical examination report. You see, the doctor said that everything is normal, I can practice sword again!
During dinner, Haruko took out a report.
Impossible, don't want to lie to me. Lihua Xingcun said.
Father, the report is here, and there is a signature of a doctor of Watanabe on it. Do you think that the doctor Watanabe will help me lie? Haruko put the report in front of Lihua Xing Village.
Lishi Xingcun picked up the report suspiciously.
Looking at it, the medical examination report of Haruko showed that everything was normal. There is also a signature of a doctor of Watanabe below.
How is this possible!
Lihua Xingcun also knows some medical skills, and he is also a Kendo practitioner. Naturally, he knows that once the body causes dark injuries, it is almost impossible to recover. In fact, it is not only Haruko. He also has a lot of dark injuries on his own.
These injuries have no way to maintain his symptoms, except for maintaining his symptoms.
Unless you can cultivate some top -level mental methods and reach the realm of the master, you can restore the body.
Father, if you don't believe it, you can call the doctor of Watanabe directly. Haruko said.
Lihua Xing Village picked up the phone and called the doctor Watanabe.
It was the doctor who had been to the dojo when he was in a coma.
A few minutes later, Lihua Xingcun put down the phone and looked at Haruko in amazement. Dr. Watanabe had already said on the phone that the report was accurate. In fact, Dr. Watanabe's own tone was also unbelievable.
He promised on the phone that he had repeatedly checked it several times to determine that the dark injuries in Haruko's body disappeared.
And the physical condition is perfect, and there are many ordinary people.
Haruko, can you tell me, what's going on, how good your injuries are. Li Huaxing Village asked.
Haruko glanced at the dumb and shook his head: Father, don't ask, I hope to restore Kendo training from tomorrow.
Although Haruko did not say, Lishi Xing Village also glanced at dumb suspiciously, because the dumb boiled medicine to save Haruko that day, and the dumb's strength was incredible, he suspected that Haruki's body recovery was also related to dumb.
But he didn't dare to ask the dumb directly.
I don't know why, as the dumb's words and deeds are getting normal, he feels more and more pressure in front of dumb.
Haruko, do you really want to cultivate Kendo? In fact, you can give up. I have forgotten the past. Just spending a bland life may not be happy.
Haruko got up, kneeling on the ground, and said with a solemn tone: Kendo is also my dream. I hope my father will become full.
Lihua Xingcun looked at the perseverance and persistence in her daughter's eyes, and sighed softly: Haruko, get up, you can start training tomorrow.
Thank you father. Haruko showed a smile.
the next day.
Haruko held the bamboo sword and trained in the dojo alone.
She has been practicing for an hour in a row. She sweats down.
She feels that she is far better than before. She used to hit the sword piles in a row before she couldn't stick to such a long time.
At least one minute of hour will stop and rest.
Now she persists for an hour, and it feels like she can stick to it, but it is too boring to face the sword pile that can't move in an hour.
She walked to the dumb sitting next to the dojo, picked up the towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
He complained: My father doesn’t train with me anymore. I begged him for a long time to practice with me for a few minutes today. How can I make progress if this continues? The National Kendo Competition will start in more than half a month.
In fact, she also knew that Tachibana Yukimura had been filled with guilt since he almost killed her that day, and did not want her to practice kendo anymore. Although he promised her to resume practicing, he no longer guided him or practiced with her.
Kendo cannot be improved without a lot of confrontation training.
Haruko looked at the mute with a calm face, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She suddenly took the mute's hand and said in a slightly coquettish tone: Brother, can you practice with me? I remember that your kendo is very good, even your father
None of them are rivals.
Although Qingzi didn't know how powerful the mute was.
But even though my father was defeated by the empty-handed mute even with his bamboo sword, it was enough to prove that the mute's swordsmanship was extraordinary.
She set her sights on the mute.
She saw the mute looking at her with a little doubt.
Qingzi directly picked up the mute and came to the center of the dojo. Then she found a bamboo sword and put it in his hand. She took the bamboo sword and made a starting position. She said to the mute: Brother, practice and fight with me.
beat.
Seeing that the mute did not respond for a long time.
Haruko became a little anxious and directly raised her bamboo sword and stabbed at the mute.
The bamboo sword flew out like a poisonous snake.
Thrusting is a very lethal sword move, but Haruko believed in the strength of the mute brother, and even several of her combined could not be his opponent, so she used a stronger sword move from the beginning.
But the sword almost hit the mute's body, but the mute still didn't move.
Brother! Be careful.
Haruko became nervous. It was too late to retreat at this time. Haruko watched helplessly as the tip of the sword touched the mute's clothes. Although it was a wooden sword, if it stabbed someone without protective gear, it would cause serious injury.
At this moment, the mute's pupils suddenly shrank, and then with a slight movement of his hand, Haruko flew up into the air and fell to the edge of the dojo.
She didn't even know how she flew out.
Haruko quickly got up from the ground.
She touched her body and found nothing serious. Then she looked up and found the mute holding a bamboo sword, standing there with a frown on his face, his eyes constantly changing, wow!
The mute suddenly waved the bamboo sword in his hand.
Haruko watched in astonishment as the mute brother was performing a sword technique that she had never seen before. Although she didn't know what sword technique it was, Haruko's soul seemed to be absorbed by the sword technique.
Standing there blankly, Haruko didn't wake up until the mute stopped dancing his sword.
At that moment, she felt an unprecedented piety and admiration in her heart. There was such an indescribable swordsmanship in this world. It was like a mortal seeing an immortal dancing a sword, which opened up a new world for her.
However, after finishing the sword dance, the mute threw the bamboo sword to the ground, covered his head, and showed a trace of pain.
Brother, what's wrong with you? Haruko ran over quickly.
Who am I? A vague sound came from the mute mouth.
When Qingzi heard it, it was like being struck by thunder. Did the mute brother speak?
Brother, can you speak?
Haruko shouted in surprise. She put her ear closer to hear what he was saying, but after listening for a long time, she didn't understand.
Dig and shred
Haruko's eyes showed a hint of confusion. What is this? Is there such a word in Japanese?