The mute finally stopped whispering and raised his head. There was still a lingering pain in his eyes, but he was not as confused as before.
"Brother, are you feeling better?" Haruko asked with a worried look.
The mute looked at Qingzi and nodded.
"Phew!" Haruko patted her chest: "I was scared to death. Fortunately, brother, you are okay. Brother, I heard you speak just now. It turns out you are not mute. Brother, what on earth were you talking about just now?"
Seeing the mute's brows seemed to furrow again.
Qingzi said quickly: "I'm sorry, brother, if you can't remember, don't force it. Take your time. You are already much better than before. I believe it won't be long before you can recover your memory."
The mute nodded.
In fact, there were always a lot of vague memories flashing through his mind.
Especially when Haruko attacked him just now.
Many of his memories became clear. It seemed that those memories would become clear only when he was stimulated by external forces.
"Brother, let's go and rest first."
Qingzi didn't dare to stimulate the mute anymore. After all, the mute brother was better. What if the stimulation was excessive.
But the mute grabbed her, pointed to the bamboo sword on the ground, and said three words: "Attack me."
"Buy a machine and dig it!" Haruko looked confused. Why couldn't she hear what her mute brother said? Could it be that he didn't speak Japanese.
After Mute continued to write down the words, Qingzi finally understood what Mute meant.
She picked up the bamboo sword on the ground and said, "Brother, are you sure?"
The mute nodded.
"Brother, be careful."
After Qingzi finished speaking, she stabbed the mute with her sword. The sword was not very forceful. The mute swung the sword away and shook his head at her.
Haruko seemed to understand what the mute meant.
She started to exert strength.
The bamboo sword kept attacking the mute.
But no matter how Haruko attacked, the bamboo sword could not touch the mute. The mute just stood there, without even moving, and lightly blocked all of Haruko's swords. With a casual blow, Haruko immediately forced Haruko to retreat.
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Five minutes later.
Haruko was so tired that she almost collapsed to the ground.
Even though she was attacking the sword stakes for an hour, she was still able to persevere.
But facing the mute brother.
But she felt that every second she was consuming a huge amount of mental energy, because no matter how she attacked, the opponent seemed to be able to predict it, and stabbed her weak spot with a sword, forcing her to retreat or block in a hurry.
That kind of understatement, but the strong sense of oppression that left her powerless and nowhere to express made her extremely uncomfortable.
Even when facing my father.
Although she can't beat him.
But I have never felt this way.
Haruko put her hands on the ground, and the sweat on her body was like rain, dripping on the ground. She raised her head and smiled bitterly at the mute: "Brother, I can't do it anymore. Am I too useless?"
The mute shook his head.
He helped Qingzi up, then walked to the pharmacy next door, took a lot of medicinal materials, boiled them with water, and poured all the medicine into a large wooden barrel.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Qingzi came over and looked at the mute's movements.
At this time, the mute had filled most of the barrel with potion.
He suddenly grabbed Haruko and threw her whole body into the barrel.
“So hot!”
Haruko shouted.
She didn't expect that the mute brother would suddenly throw her into the barrel. She wanted to climb out, but was held down by the mute brother and shook his head at her.
"Brother, do you want me to stay here?" Qingzi asked.
The mute nodded.
Haruko didn't know why, but she still endured the hotness of the potion and soaked in it. Soon, she felt her body react, and traces of heat penetrated into her body along the pores.
The fatigue and soreness of the body soon disappeared.
Instead, those hot currents filled his body. After soaking for ten minutes, Haruko's skin turned red, and her whole body was filled with a powerful heat current, as if it was going to explode.
"Brother, I'm so hot!"
Just when Qingzi was about to bear it no longer, the mute pulled her out of the water with a wave of his hand.
Haruko quickly ran to take a cold shower and changed out of her clothes, but after stepping out, she still felt that her body was filled with air and her whole body was filled with endless energy.
The mute threw a bamboo sword to her.
At this time, without mute signaling, Haruko took the bamboo sword and attacked.
Only by constantly swinging the sword can the energy in the body be released.
"Hoo!" "Drink!"
Haruko kept shouting, and she drew her sword faster and sharper, but facing the mute, the result was still the same. No matter how she drew the sword, the mute blocked it easily, forcing her to keep saving herself.
A quarter of an hour later.
Haruko fell to the ground tired again.
The mute grabbed her and threw her into the bucket of potion again.
After coming out of the medicine bucket, Haruko became energetic again. She changed her clothes and returned to the dojo again. This time, she picked up the sword and rushed towards the opponent without being reminded by the mute.
Haruko held her breath in her heart, saying that it was impossible not to win the opponent, but she must make her mute brother move.
One day passed quickly.
Even the medicine in the medicine bucket has been changed three times.
If you count that each bucket of potion can be soaked three or four times, Haruko exhausted her energy more than ten times today.
You must know that her usual amount of practice is almost once, because after exhausting her physical strength, she needs to rest for at least a day to recover.
But with the potion, her training volume today was ten times as usual.
If it hadn't been getting late, Haruko might have continued.
The next day, Haruko waited for the mute at the dojo early. Although she continued to exhaust her energy yesterday, she finally took a medicinal bath to rest, so now she is incredibly energetic.
"Brother, let's get started."
Qingzi stabbed toward Long Xiaoshan...
Today was the same as yesterday, Haruko was still attacking, and after exhausting her energy, she went to take a medicinal bath to recover.
But the difference is that Haruko lasted significantly longer today. Yesterday, she only lasted five minutes before she was exhausted. Today, she can hold on for half an hour, although the result is still the same.
No matter how hard she attacked, she couldn't make the mute move a step.
But Haruko is a strong-willed girl.
If it were an ordinary person, facing repeated attacks like this and failing, they would have long been in despair.
But Haruko's will did not waver, and even after repeated failures, she tried hard to find ways to make her sword more tricky and unpredictable.
At the same time, she was also trying hard to learn the essence of the opponent's swordsmanship from Long Xiaoshan's moves.
The kind of swordsmanship that is as natural as an antelope hanging its horns.
Seemingly useless.
There are no rules to follow, but it is more terrifying than any sword technique.
Time passes by in this daily hard training.
In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.
The day for the National Kendo Competition is getting closer.
