"Father, this is my physical examination report. Take a look. The doctor said everything is normal and I can practice swordplay again!"
During dinner, Haruko took out a report.
"Impossible, don't try to lie to me." Tachibana Yukimura said.
"Father, the report is here, and it has Dr. Watanabe's signature on it. Do you think Dr. Watanabe will lie for me?" Haruko placed the report in front of Tachibana Yukimura.
Tachibana Yukimura picked up the report suspiciously.
Looking through it, it showed Haruko's physical examination report. Sure enough, everything was normal. There was also Dr. Watanabe's signature below.
"This, how is this possible!"
Tachibana Yukimura also knows some medical skills, and he is also a kendo practitioner. Naturally, he knows that once the body suffers hidden injuries, it is almost impossible to recover. In fact, it is not just Haruko, he himself also has many hidden injuries, which were left when he was young.
For these injuries, there is nothing that can be done except taking care of him to slow down his symptoms.
Unless one can practice some top mental techniques and reach the master level, it is possible to recover the body.
"Father, if you still don't believe it, you can call Dr. Watanabe directly." Haruko said.
Tachibana Yukimura picked up the phone and called Dr. Watanabe.
That was the doctor who came to the dojo when he was in a coma.
A few minutes later, Tachibana Yukimura put down the phone and looked at Haruko in surprise. Dr. Watanabe had just said on the phone that the report was accurate. In fact, Dr. Watanabe's own tone was full of disbelief.
He assured on the phone that he had checked several times to make sure that all the hidden wounds in Haruko's body had disappeared.
And his physical condition is very perfect, much better than ordinary people.
"Haruko, can you tell me what happened and how your injury healed." Tachibana Yukimura asked.
Haruko glanced at the mute, shook her head and said, "Father, don't ask, I hope to resume kendo training from tomorrow."
Although Haruko didn't say anything, Tachibana Yukimura also looked at the mute suspiciously, because the mute boiled medicine to save Haruko that day, and the mute was incredibly strong, so he suspected that Haruko's physical recovery was also related to the mute.
But he didn't dare to ask the mute directly.
I don't know why, but as the mute's words and deeds became more and more normal, he felt more and more pressure in front of the mute.
"Haruko, do you really want to practice kendo? In fact, you can give up. I have forgotten the past. Living a life like this may not be happiness." Tachibana Yukimura said seriously.
Haruko stood up, knelt on the ground, and said in a solemn tone: "Kendo is also my dream. I hope my father will fulfill it."
Tachibana Yukimura looked at the perseverance and persistence in his daughter's eyes and sighed softly: "Haruko, get up. You can start training tomorrow."
"Thank you, father." Haruko smiled.
the next day.
Haruko was training alone in the dojo with a bamboo sword.
She had been practicing for an hour straight and came down sweating profusely.
She felt that her physical strength was much better than before. In the past, she could not keep hitting the sword pile for such a long time.
It will take at most a quarter of an hour to stop and rest.
Now she has been persisting for an hour, and she feels that she can continue, but it is too boring to face a sword that does not move for an hour.
She walked to the mute sitting beside the dojo, picked up a 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 he didn't 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 swordsmanship is very good.
Even my father is no match."
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 with me.
Fight."
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 with 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?" Qingzi ran over quickly.
"Who am I... who am I..." A vague voice came from the mute's mouth.
When Qingzi heard that it was like being struck by thunder, did the mute brother speak?
"Brother, can you speak?"
Haruko shouted in surprise. She put her ear to him to hear what he was saying, but after listening for a long time, she didn't understand.
"Dig and tear into pieces..."
Haruko's eyes showed a hint of confusion. What is this? Is there such a word in Japanese?
