The aunt of the king of the net

Don't forget the name, don't forget the name.

I don't know how many times I woke up from the dream. The street lamp outside penetrated the blue and white curtains, making the room dimly lit.

The girl's low, inaudible voice seemed to be sighing.

She whispered softly: "clear and shallow, the water is clear and shallow".

Sanada Canghai, who had been sitting on the bed for a long time and hadn't regained consciousness, finally regained some clarity in his eyes.

The alarm clock by the bed said 4 o'clock.

There was no sleepiness at all, and she didn't have to sleep anymore.Sanada Canghai sighed, got up from the bed, dressed and washed.

It had been nearly an hour when he took care of himself slowly, and Sanada Sokai picked up the bamboo knife standing in the corner and left the bedroom.

Japan's spring is not as cold as China's, nor is it as quiet as China's spring.At this time, it is late March, which is the most brilliant season for cherry blossoms.

But Sanada Canghai couldn't be happy no matter what. Compared with such freshness, what she loves and cherishes more is the silence.

Sanada Canghai walked to the training ground in the courtyard. At this time, there was no one in the huge kendo field, and it seemed extremely empty.

That's right, the Sanada family's family rule is to arrive at the training ground before 6 o'clock, and it's only 5 o'clock now. Only she, who suffers from frequent insomnia, will come out so early.

After standing on the training ground and staring at the expanse of cherry blossom trees, Sanada Canghai began to practice kendo against the target.

It's not that she doesn't love the flowers, or the scenery, it's just that she has lost that mood long ago.

10 minutes, three 10 minutes, the target made of straw had already been chopped down by a bamboo knife.

Although Sanada Canghai's hands had already grown thick calluses due to years of practicing kendo, her body was only a few years old after all. When she stopped due to exhaustion, she realized that her hands had become numb and lost consciousness. .

A towel was handed to Sanada Canghai who was sitting on the ground panting. When Sanada Canghai raised his head, he saw a pair of shining eyes looking at him with admiration and reluctance.

"Auntie, I will definitely get up earlier tomorrow"

"Well, don't relax"

Sanada Canghai took the towel handed over by his nephew and wiped the sweat off his face.

He said he was a nephew, but he was actually two years older than her.

If one ignores her previous life, she is indeed two years older than her.

As the sky gradually brightened, people appeared in the kendo field one after another. They were no strangers to those two selfless little girls and young boys wielding bamboo knives.

But there are always some new apprentices who are full of curiosity about these two children.Whose family is this child? Judging from the chopped target, he must have been practicing for a long time.

Which one of them did not worship the Sanada vassal after strict screening, but it was the first time they saw such a young child.

"The training is not serious, all swing the sword a hundred times"

You don't need to look at the person, just listen to the stern and unquestionable voice and you will know that it is the Sanada clan.

Everyone on the training ground was frightened and hurriedly trained.This also includes Sanada Canghai and Sanada Genichiro.

Masao Sanada actually came a long time ago. He sat on the promenade outside and looked at his little daughter and grandson who were practicing kendo hard. Although his face was still serious, he was very happy and relieved in his heart.

(Family: Refers to the level of kendo, with the eighth-dan qualification of priests, noble morals, proficient in sword theory, skilled skills, and over 55 years old.)

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