Make you something to eat?
Shiro glanced at the rippling water surface and thought of happy things.
“Let’s order takeout, you’re tired today too.”
With that, Shiro pulled Saeko Busujima up.
They dried off and put on their school uniforms.
After finishing her call, Saeko Busujima picked up her wooden sword and stood opposite Shiro.
“Shiro, are you sure you want to instruct me?”
Saeko Busujima knew Shiro was powerful, but she still had confidence in her Swordsmanship.
The national Kendo championship title wasn’t won for nothing.
Moreover, from their previous encounters, Shiro’s strength lay in his fists, kicks, and physical fitness.
So when she heard Shiro wanted to instruct her in Swordsmanship, it didn’t garner enough attention from her.
Furthermore, Shiro even said he would maintain a similar strength to her, or even stand still.
By any measure, she couldn’t possibly lose.
“Underestimating your opponent at any time is a big taboo.”
Shiro, who could see Saeko Busujima’s state, smiled slightly, “The more seriously you train, the better you can perform when you truly face an enemy.”
“My understanding of Kendo might be self-taught, but that’s no reason for you to underestimate your opponent.”
His back was straight, and the wooden sword in his hand was held casually, yet it exuded the posture of a strong person.
“I’m sorry, Shiro!”
Saeko Busujima bowed slightly, calmed her mind, and became serious.
“No need to say that, just attack.”
Shiro beckoned.
The next second, Saeko Busujima’s body transformed into an afterimage.
Fast!
So fast!
Was this the body after being enhanced by Shiro?
She even had the illusion of losing control of her own body.
After a moment of distraction, Saeko Busujima regained her composure and launched an attack on Shiro with her most proficient Swordsmanship.
Clang, clang, clang, clang.
Shiro stood still, defending flawlessly.
“Watch carefully, and learn well.”
Suddenly!
Shiro’s sword strike came.
What seemed slow to Saeko Busujima’s eyes suddenly transformed into a dozen blurs.
What was this?
Saeko Busujima raised her sword to parry, but the wooden blade passed through her guard and rested against her neck.
“How could this be?”
“Don’t ask, figure it out yourself!”
Shiro smiled mysteriously, playing the part of a master. Find the original chapter at g.com.
After a moment of daze, Saeko Busujima’s gaze sharpened.
“Again.”
Clang, clang, clang, clang.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
The sounds of impact echoed through the dojo.
Until the takeout arrived.
Saeko Busujima wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel.
Like Shiro, she sat on the floor and devoured her food.
In a daze, Saeko Busujima felt a fleeting sensation of being a child again, learning Kendo with her father.
Looking at the weathered dojo, she felt a deeper connection to this place.
Of course, the most intimate connection was still with Shiro.
Watching Shiro’s profile, Saeko Busujima couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.
Her favorability increased by 3 points, reaching 83.
But Shiro didn’t pay it any mind.
Saeko Busujima was a traditional woman, like a Yamato Nadeshiko.
Shiro wasn’t worried about her having any ulterior motives.
So, his focus was on the growth Saeko Busujima achieved from this guidance.
Saeko Busujima was determined, and her improvement was visible to the naked eye.
However, the growth reflected back to Shiro was not yet enough for him to reach perfection.
No rush.
If this last-minute special training could easily lead to an instant breakthrough, that would only happen in dreams.
So, Shiro accepted this outcome quite easily.
“Mmm, that was satisfying!”
To replenish her energy, Saeko Busujima was generous, ordering only meat, which Shiro thoroughly enjoyed.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time.
It was already nearing 9 o’clock.
Shiro stood up.
“That’s enough for today. I’m heading back!”
“Okay!”
“Get some good rest tonight.”
After changing his shoes in the entryway, Shiro embraced Saeko Busujima, delivering his final surprise kiss for the day.
“Mmm~!”
Before Saeko Busujima could complain, Shiro had already opened the door and left.
Saeko Busujima’s beautiful eyes fluttered.
“Shiro~!”
She called out softly, her heart even more touched.
After her father passed away, she had been living off his inheritance and insurance payouts.
Year after year, her financial situation had become somewhat tight.
Where did she expose herself?
Saeko Busujima was a little puzzled, but that didn’t diminish her feelings for Shiro.
She took out her phone and sent a message to Shiro.
Just like a young girl in love.
However, Saeko Busujima was more mature than such young girls, and she didn’t have such a strong possessive desire for Shiro.
Because she knew that with Shiro’s abilities, he couldn’t possibly only stay with her.
“I’m home. Go to sleep! Good night.”
“Okay, good night.”
Putting away his phone, Shiro changed his shoes.
The hour hand on the wall clock had already passed ten and stopped before the number eleven.
At this hour, they should all be asleep, right?
Thinking this, Shiro quietly went upstairs and returned to his room.
But soon, he came out of his room again and walked towards Yumi’s room.
Because the radar showed that Yumi’s state was not deep sleep, but emptiness.
So when do women feel empty?
When they are not satisfied.
When they are alone in an empty room.
So Shiro came out of his room after arriving.
The doorknob turned gently.
Just like the day Yumi went to his room.
And upon seeing Shiro arrive so late, Yumi was completely stunned.
When she heard the doorknob move, she turned over to pretend to be asleep, but in reality, she left a slit open in her eyes.
It’s so late, what is he doing here?
Did he encounter some urgent problem?
But he didn’t turn on the light.
Could it be…?
Yumi continued to pretend to sleep, hoping things wouldn’t unfold as she imagined.
Shiro closed the door and tiptoed to the bedside.
He felt a little smug.
Yumi’s current state had already exposed her mindset.
Avoidance, anticipation.
Pretending to sleep, huh?
I hope you can keep up the act.