"Mom?"
Miyajima Sakura looked puzzled.
She watched Hayato walk in from outside, with Miyajima Tsubaki following behind him.
Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes held shyness, and her cheeks were flushed red.
It was indeed a bit unusual.
But for Miyajima Sakura, she couldn't understand Miyajima Tsubaki's "enraged by embarrassment" gaze; she was only curious about her complexion, and also,
"Didn't you catch a cold? Didn't you say you needed to rest well... how come...?"
And she came with Hayato. "Is it okay if you don't wear a mask?" Miyajima Sakura asked again. The recent new virus seemed quite potent.
Both society and school taught them to wear a mask if they felt any discomfort in their bodies.
She was fine.
But her grandfather was old, and there was also Hayato... it wouldn't be good if they got infected.
"..." Miyajima Tsubaki froze.
Oh no.
She was so focused on walking out with Hayato that her mind was still in a state of chaos, trying to comprehend what had just happened, and she truly hadn't considered the questions her daughter was asking.
"This..." She wanted to explain.
Hayato, however, turned back and smiled at her.
Let her pretend.
Miyajima Tsubaki secretly glared at Hayato, threatening him with a look that said, "Husband, say something."
So her husband... no, Hayato spoke.
"Miss Tsubaki seems to have just a common cold. I cured her with a folk remedy," Hayato said.
"Hayato, you also know medicine?" Miyajima Sakura's adoring eyes sparkled with "??".
What Nonsense... Miyajima Tsubaki thought, she still had to make up for it herself.
But she was never quick-witted. She had the desire to make up for it but lacked the ability, so she could only stammer for a while without saying a word.
Hayato smiled faintly and said, "I learned some traditional Chinese medicine in Hawaii."
Even more Nonsense. Miyajima Tsubaki thought again, it would be fine if you said you learned Chinese medicine in China, but how could you drag Hawaii into it...
Unexpectedly, Miyajima Kiichiro actually said with reverence:
"Is it Master Shūchōng?"
"Yes," Hayato said.
Miyajima Kiichiro was even more amazed: "I remember having a brief encounter with Master Shūchōng back then. Just that one encounter, the Master's skill and character left me in awe to this day. Later, I heard that after the Master spread his teachings in Japan, he went to Hawaii... When you mentioned 'Chinese medicine in Hawaii,' I immediately thought of Master Shūchōng... Speaking of which, according to Sakura, did you also learn your sword skills from Master Shūchōng?"
"...Yes." Hayato could only continue to nod.
Originally, he was just talking Nonsense, but he didn't expect this setting to be perfected little by little.
However, he would never go to Hawaii in this lifetime, and he had no chance of meeting that "Master Shūchōng." So he might as well borrow his prestige.
"But, Master Shūchōng..." When this name was mentioned, Miyajima Sakura also showed respect: "Isn't he a martial arts master?"
"Sakura," Miyajima Kiichiro sternly instructed, "There's an old saying in ancient China, 'Medicine and martial arts are not separate.' Master Shūchōng is a martial arts master, and his attainments in medicine must also be profound. Heh," the old man said, twisting his mouth into a smile, and then scrutinizing Hayato from top to bottom with sharp eyes:
"You, young man, have truly great fortune to receive the teachings of Master Shūchōng..."
Although Miyajima Tsubaki had never heard the name "Master Shūchōng," she knew her father's proud nature; if someone didn't have some real skill, they wouldn't even enter his sight.
His high praise for that Master indicated that the Master was indeed a truly admirable and capable person.
Contemporary Japanese people might no longer value the word "inheritance," but their Miyajima family was a prominent sword family, traditional in thought. Even if Miyajima Tsubaki was negligent in sword arts, she still understood how incredible it was to inherit from such a Master!
She couldn't help but look at the young man's clean face.
So he was such an extraordinary person.
Miyajima Tsubaki's heart fluttered; not only was he highly skilled in martial arts, but even his medical skills were so impressive...
Hmm? Something seemed off. She began to ponder, what exactly was it?
"So amazing," Miyajima Sakura nodded her head in admiration, "I wonder what kind of remedy it was."
Oh. After hearing that, Miyajima Tsubaki finally realized what was wrong... Impressive my foot, he never treated her at all!
The grandfather and granddaughter spoke so eloquently, and this young man also spoke so glibly, that even she, the person involved, had the illusion that she had truly been treated by him...
The skill "Nonsense" was terrifying!
Was it like inserting green onions?—But even the most terrifying skill wouldn't be enough for Hayato to say something so outrageous. However, with Miyajima Tsubaki's cooperation, whatever he made up, the grandfather and granddaughter should believe it.
Hayato thought for a moment, but before he could speak,
Miyajima Kiichiro reprimanded him:
"Sakura, you are too rude!"
"...Ah?" It was Hayato who spoke.
"How can such a unique skill be taught to outsiders?" Miyajima Kiichiro's eyes widened like light bulbs.
"Sumimasen!" Miyajima Sakura immediately bowed stiffly: "Yes, yes, I was inconsiderate! Really, really too rude, and, and it's the second time... Hayato rarely comes to our house, yet I did such a shameful thing! Hayato, please scold me! Scold me harshly!!"
Miyajima Sakura's face was flushed red with shame. While begging for punishment, her mind was full of wild ideas... If outsiders couldn't learn it, wouldn't she be able to learn this unique skill if she became Hayato's wife? But 'wife' means 'madam,' right? To become a wife...
Hayato seemed to be very close to Nanuo Student. Should she ask for her opinion?
Speaking of which.
Nanuo Student on the rooftop looked so happy at that time. She also wanted to try that with Hayato.
Recalling what she had dreamed again, Miyajima Sakura's knees felt somewhat soft for some reason.
As for Miyajima Tsubaki's complexion, it also returned to a rosy color.
Sakura, you're actually fine. Mom is... much more shameful than you.
Recalling the scene she had just experienced with Hayato, Miyajima Tsubaki began to sway unsteadily.
At the same time, her gaze began to dart around, as if she had a guilty conscience.
Both mother and daughter were like this.
Miyajima Kiichiro always felt that something was off with his daughter and granddaughter... Having lived under the same roof for many years, Kiichiro could at least keenly sense their states.
But exactly what was off, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Miyajima Kiichiro stopped thinking too much, he just straightened his back and said loudly:
"Young man, Sakura told me that your swordsmanship is unmatched among young people, and even she is not your match?"
"Not at all," Hayato said modestly, scratching the back of his head.
Can you remove the word 'young'?
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