The aunt of the king of the net

The roar of the plane rang in his ears, and Sanada Canghai was a little dizzy from the stimulation. There was a person covering his face with a hat sitting next to him, and he seemed to be sleeping.

Sanada Sokai grabbed a coat and covered his head and fell asleep.

She was woken up by being shaken, and the girl who was a little angry took off the clothes on her head with a cold face, and the person sitting next to her was obviously the same as her, looking dissatisfied at the person who woke him up.

The stewardess looked at the two teenagers who were staring at her with cold faces in embarrassment, and tried to maintain a smile and said: "Two passengers, Tokyo, Japan, please get off the plane."

"Thank you"

Sanada Canghai looked at the boy who thanked her at the same time, and was stunned for a moment.

With a white hat, dark green hair, amber cat's eyes, and an aura that should not be entered by strangers, this is Echizen Ryoma.

A living person is standing in front of me, but why does it feel so far away, so vague, so people can't tell whether it's excitement or uneasiness.

Sanada Sokai stretched out his hand, and touched Echizen Ryoma's face, he felt an inexplicable sense of reality.

"It turned out to be a real person"

Some Echizen Ryoma, who were dissatisfied with the sudden touch of strangers, suddenly felt a little funny when they heard this exclamation. Does this person still think he is dreaming? It is really far from it.

It was spring, and Japan was the same as when she left, nothing changed, but it felt a little strange.

I went through the admission procedures at the Hyotei Gakuen in Tokyo, and found an apartment near the school. By the time I finished my work, it was already dark.

Sanada Canghai thought about it, and decided to go back to Kanagawa tomorrow.To be honest, she was a little worried and guilty, and she just left that year.

The cherry blossoms on both sides of the street have not yet bloomed, and the new flower buds are tightly closed, as if they are full of strength, waiting for the day when they are needed to bloom, and then release their full splendor.

Sanada Canghai got off the taxi, and in front of him was his home in this world, which he hadn't returned for a long time.

The gate is open, and you can clearly see the inside from the outside, with patches of cherry blossom trees, ding-dong running water, simple and atmospheric houses, and people waving bamboo swords vigorously in the kendo field.

Just like back then, nothing changed.

"what is your job"

Sanada Canghai, who had just stepped into the gate, was blocked, um, it's not the same, now there are people blocking the way back home.

The boy blocking the gate was wearing the kendo uniform of Sanada Dojo, holding a bamboo knife in his hand to block Sanada Canghai's way, with a slightly arrogant expression.

"This is my house." Sanada Canghai tried his best to explain the truth in the shortest possible words, and it was really annoying to entangle with strangers too much.

"Ha, I see clearly, this is the famous Sanada Dojo, not a home for children." The young man was not very polite, because he really saw too many people who wanted to enter the dojo for various reasons.

Is this person insane?

Sanada Canghai was impatient to pester him any more, so he bypassed him and entered the door on his own.

"Stop that person, she forced her way into the dojo"

When the boy shouted, Sanada Canghai was immediately surrounded by several people.

Is this going to gang up on her as a young girl?

"It's so slack." Sanada Canghai said with a cold face, and took out a tennis racket from the tennis bag on his back. Yes, you read it right, it is a tennis racket, and then used it to challenge The bamboo knives in the hands of the people surrounding her flew away.

The few people who were thrown with flying bamboo knives were a little bit overwhelmed for a while.It was just an illusion, it was an illusion.

"What do you do if you don't train?"

It was very warm in spring, but everyone felt a cold wind blowing, and Masao Sanada was standing behind them.

"Old, teacher, someone is coming to kick the hall," said the boy who stopped Sanada Canghai at first.

Sanada Canghai twitched the corners of her mouth, was she talking nonsense with her eyes open, she saw so many strange things today.

"Father, I'm back." Sanada Canghai passed the crowd, walked in front of Sanada Masao, and bowed to salute.

"That's right, the way of the sword has not fallen." Masao Sanada's mouth curved slightly, "Your mother is indoors, go and see her."

Everyone was in a mess, this girl was their teacher's daughter, and their great teacher was unexpectedly soft when talking to his daughter.

As Sanada Canghai walked far away, he heard Masao Sanada's majestic and icy voice from behind: "The training is not serious, all swing the sword 200 times, and run 50 laps around the sword dojo."

Sanada Canghai listened to Masao Sanada lecture him, a smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

It's a warm feeling.

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