Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

After working hard for more than half an hour, Shiori collapsed in the dojo, turned over, and almost collapsed herself into a piece of cat cake.After resting for a few minutes, he slowly propped himself up and stood up.

"Pause! I'm asking for an intermission—"

She straightened up staggeringly, having the illusion of dreaming back to her middle school days practicing arrows with all her might.

It's just that my arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them up, but now my legs are so weak that I can't walk.

But the same thing that makes people sad is that after being severely trained, they still have to work hard to heal themselves.

"it is good."

Fukuzawa Yukichi also put down the wooden knife in his hand, and raised his hand to support Shiori. The other party glared at him angrily, with the coquettish anger of a little girl after being bullied by her boyfriend, but quickly adjusted herself Thank you in a low voice.

Substituting the identity of apprentice, Fukuzawa Yukichi did nothing wrong.

Although she is not of a constitution that sweats easily, the small scrapes and bruises on her body still need to be dealt with.

There was a little complaint in my heart that the other party did not "show mercy", and when I looked at the marks on my body, I knew that the other party had indeed stopped.

Many of the bruises on his arms that he had been bumped into could be avoided by him with ease.

It's just that her previous fighting methods and thinking were more in the form of long-distance combat.

When the attack is imminent, the subconscious first reaction is to use Shunbu to retreat to open the distance, and then fight back. Often the body's muscle memory will move faster than the brain, and even the preparations for drawing the bow are prepared in advance.

As a result, halfway through, he remembered that he came here to learn swordsmanship, and suppressed his subconscious reaction abruptly, and was stunned for a moment, Fukuzawa Yukichi would inevitably be knocked even if he remembered to pull back his hand.

Although the wooden knife has no edge, if it is under the full attack of a martial arts master, even if it is simply scratched, it is impossible to leave only moderate bruises.

Shiori's reaction is obviously not caused by lack of experience, but a habit formed by too much experience.

If she was fighting Shibai and was forced to fight close to her body, she could still use Shunpo's escaping gait skills to be clever. In addition, the battle line last time was not very long, and the fight was over in more than 20 minutes.

But facing Fukuzawa Yukichi...

The dean's aura is too strict.

Relying too much on unequal speeds is useless for the part she hopes to exercise.

"That's why I don't want to practice kendo at this time, it's so hard to get over it."

Shiori himself sat on the outside of the edge corridor puffing up, with a sweat towel hanging around his neck, looking a bit distressed.

She seemed to be shaking her feet back and forth unconsciously, and there were still scratches on her fair calf that hadn't been taken care of for the time being, so they didn't go away.

"Wouldn't it be better if you simply seal off the fluctuations of spiritual power flowing in your body first? In this way, you don't have to spend any more effort to stop it... But it's also..."

Even though it sounds suffocating to say this, once she decides on something, she will try her best to find a way. The girl who is unexpectedly stubborn to a certain extent is at best slandering her in her heart.

So, when I was looking for a boyfriend, I forced him to add another teacher status, and I begged him to teach me. When I made this decision, I absolutely lost my mind.

It's easy to say goodbye if you're not careful. (No)

"Thanks for the hard work, sorry."

Fukuzawa Yukichi sat next to her with a brewed tea.

Obviously, I can also see the reason for Shiori's twisted movements, but it is similar to the twists and turns when he himself practiced the martial arts genre of the government system to engage in assassination work when he was a child, and then turned into a job like a bodyguard later.

The habits that have been formed not only need to be reversed, it seems that Shiori still hopes to achieve a state that can be switched freely, and it must go through a period of hard work.

All he can do is keep sparring.

"I'm just getting angry, if it's the ones at home."

"Either they are not willing to do it at all, or they are too willing to do it, or they are extremely short or naginata are not suitable for teaching me. In comparison, it is better to let Fukuzawa-kun teach you."

She was sitting on the edge of the porch to rest, holding hot tea in her hand, looking at the camellias in full bloom in the garden outside the ashram and the weeds in the ground in a daze.

The layout of most houses in the residential area is similar, but the green plants and furnishings in the garden will vary according to the owner's taste.

In the parallel position next door, there is a small vegetable garden planted by Adzuki Bean and Mi Jiang, where a lot of fresh vegetables and herbs are planted, as well as mint for dessert decoration.

However, the garden of Fuze’s house is not taken care of by anyone, and it looks more casual and full of vitality (closed eyes and boastful).

"Meow~"

She took a sip of tea and put the glass aside.

As if suddenly remembering something, she turned over and turned into a cat, and her bunt fell to the ground. She arched her body and draped it over her body. The coat that blocked her view pierced her head from the collar.

The beloved Shimiao state has once again reappeared.

"Meow gurgling."

Probably because she was a little tired, Shimiao's short legs couldn't hold it up anymore, so she grabbed Fukuzawa Yukichi's coat with her paws, and moved it up to his knee bit by bit.

"Meow is so sleepy, Meow wants to sleep—"

"Didn't you say it was just a break at halftime?"

You just looked like a good kid who is determined to "study" hard.

It's cute to act like a spoiled child right now, but...

"That's what Shiori said just now, it has nothing to do with Shimiao! Meow is sleepy!"

The orange cat refused, and resorted to the most accustomed method of secretly changing concepts, raised the useless meat pad, brushed it to reveal sharp claws, and threatened.

The little milk's voice is soft, and her little tongue is also red. When she opened her mouth and yawned, she showed her fangs that only seemed to have a decorative effect.

She raised her head, and stared at Fukuzawa Yukichi with watery golden cat pupils, her pupils were almost bright and sleepy, her eyes were half-closed and half-open, and even her beard was drooping.

"..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who couldn't help but want to find a reason for her because the little milk cat on his lap was too cute, rubbed the little orange fluffy balls with his hands.

But still silent.

After a while, Shimiao couldn't help it anymore, and spoke in a low voice.

"The first day, let me get used to it, and I'll just take a nap. I haven't been crushed at this level for a long time."

"Let me get used to it a little bit, and give me half an hour to find my status."

She stretched her paws, compared to the orange cat's breed, her absolutely slender waist looked slimmer in the liquid cat's body.

Then he pawed and folded his paws on his soft thighs.

"I promise, just take a nap, drink a cup of tea, eat a cake, and rest for a while... Meow."

"Okay, you go to sleep."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who had been hit hard three times, immediately surrendered to such an extent that if he didn't let go, he wouldn't even be considered a cat controler.

"No, clothes..."

"Meow?"

In a daze, I heard someone questioning from above.

"The clothes just cover me, stupid."

She flicked her tail, and her long, flexible and hairy tail swept across Fukuzawa Yukichi's wrist, just like the tip of her hair was gently brushed, tickling.

and so……

There is a question that was asked last time, but seems to have been confused again.

After turning into a cat, did Shiori wear her clothes or not?

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Dimly in his sleep, Shiori consciously opened the sword of Damocles in a small area.

Upholding the strength to get it, I have already been disliked once because of this, so I don't use it for nothing.

For the first time, she consciously used a specific ability other than the sanctuary possessed by almost all kings.

After becoming the Colorless King, the ability she gained was insight sharing, which is the reason why Slate easily taught her the ability to dream.

Analyzing and studying the ability of seeing others, and can briefly grant the seen ability to three senior clan members.

Of course, because after she became the Colorless King, she didn't really develop clan members, and the ability to share basically didn't exist.

It is more convenient to review the practice just now in the dream. Shiori rubbed her eyes sleepily while carefully observing and considering Fukuzawa Yukichi's actions in memory.

Her ability is more effective for her own clan members, and it is the first time she uses it actively, so she is not particularly proficient in operation.

But the use of martial arts itself is a simple technical operation, which is different from the various strange and weird characteristics of supernatural abilities, and it is relatively easy to learn.

Of course, understanding and insight are one thing, and applying what you have learned is another. Body muscle memory is also a very magical thing.

Compared with the supernatural ability, which is difficult to analyze but can be completely copied once it is discovered, the analysis of martial arts will only add more experience to Shiori.

So, Shiori still dislikes this rubbish ability that is almost useless to her.

After watching for 10 minutes, she withdrew her strength, closed her eyes and squinted for a while, the smell of green tea and saponins surrounded her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Dreamy, with a scent that made mew meow, she moved from far to near. When she opened her eyes, she suddenly found that the little green under the camellia, which seemed to be a weed, looked a little bit like wild catnip.

Change back quickly, otherwise the cat's nose will be affected by the catnip and she really doesn't know what will happen in a while.

Shiori made a decisive decision and immediately changed her posture. The girl in a white cotton dress fell straight into the arms of the man, although the falling posture was a bit sudden and the center of gravity was not easy to control.

But with sharp eyes and quick hands, she pushed her backhand to the ground, grabbed Fukuzawa Yukichi's neck with the counter force, leaned forward with her upper body, and stabilized herself.

Fukuzawa Yukichi subconsciously held her in his arms, and was a little shocked to see the little girl who had suddenly transformed back. He swept the white skirt on her body again, and unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Shiori picked it up from the ground in a daze and innocently because it fell to the ground due to the action just now, put it on the body, and pulled the belt to fasten it.

"I've rested, let's play another game?"

No, what does this sound like...

Always feel a kind of strange meaning?

"President—"

"Sorry to bother you, Master!"

Because he was careless after eating, he called Kunikida to buy something and came to the president's house. Ranpo took him to the dojo with a plastic bag in his arms.

It was a coincidence that I ran into this scene.

Shiori, who didn't feel anything strange at first, didn't know what happened, but following Kunikida's deafening "Ms. Niang", her cheeks exploded instantly.

At the same time, the Inoue house next door outside the green belt——

"Alukin!!!"