"Huff... That's it for today, Kotonoha."
Looking at the girl who was sweating on her forehead, Hachiman stopped his wooden sword and breathed out.
"Thank you for your hard work today, Hachiman." Kotonoha wiped the sweat on her forehead and thanked him.
The girl who had resolved her knot, in order to keep up with Hachiman's pace, had devoted herself wholeheartedly to the training, and she believed that her swordsmanship level would also improve greatly.
He looked at the time, and he had already practiced for more than an hour today. He should go back too.
"Kotonoha, I'll go back first today. Let's continue tomorrow." He said goodbye to the girl and turned to walk into the dressing room.
But when he finished showering and changed his clothes, he found that Kotonoha had also changed her clothes and was waiting for him at the club entrance.
When she saw him come out, the girl showed a bright smile on her face.
Seeing him come out, the girl's face showed a bright smile.
"Hachiman-kun, let's go home together today."
"Sure."
He naturally wouldn't refuse the invitation from a beauty, and nodded his head.
The two of them left the kendo club together.
Not long after they left the kendo club, Busujima Saeko, who was delayed by some trivial matters, appeared at the club entrance again.
"Did I miss him again? It seems that Hachiman-kun has already left."
She didn't find the figure she wanted to see, and sighed.
But this time she didn't choose to leave directly, but went to the resting room.
She took out the club member application form and started flipping through it.
"I found it."
As she looked at the application form, a smile appeared on Saeko face.
It was indeed the membership application form for Hachiman.
She found the contact information section and recorded the number. With a satisfied heart, Saeko left the lounge.
If waiting passively doesn't work, then she has no choice but to take the initiative and make a move.
.......
As they walked together on the way back home, Kotonoha couldn't help but feel a faint sense of reassurance with Hachiman by her side.
Today, there was no rain, and they didn't share an umbrella, nor did she bury herself in his embrace.
There was no romantic atmosphere between them.
They simply walked side by side, calmly and casually. Yet, Kotonoha found solace in this simplicity.
Being someone who had never really had any friends before, Hachiman, her one and only friend, was incredibly precious to her.
In her eyes, their relationship didn't need grand gestures or intense emotions.
As long as they could maintain this calm and ordinary bond, she would be content.
As they reached a crossroad, Hachiman looked at Kotonoha beside him and spoke, "Kotonoha, I'll be heading in that direction now. See you tomorrow."
"Take care, Hachiman. See you tomorrow," the girl nodded.
...........
At the Hikigaya residence, the clock had just struck 8 o'clock in the evening.
Hachiman was deeply engrossed in his phone, tapping away on the screen, when an unexpected sound broke his concentration.
"Ding, ding, ding."
Intrigued, he picked up his phone and saw a message from an unknown number.
It was unusual for him to receive a text from someone he didn't know, and his curiosity got the better of him.
"Who is this?" Hachiman wondered as he opened the message.
[Hachiman, I hope this message isn't too intrusive. I'm Saeko Busujima.]
The name Saeko Busujima struck a chord with Hachiman. How had this alluring and enigmatic senior student come into possession of his phone number? The puzzle deepened.
[I apologize if this seems forward, but I found your number on the club application form. I hope you don't mind my reaching out this way.]
Hachiman's initial bewilderment gave way to understanding. The source of her contact information was clear. He responded with genuine curiosity.
[Not at all, Saeko-senpai. I'm quite intrigued. How can I assist you?]
[Well, Hachiman, I had something I wanted to discuss regarding the study of Busujima-ryu swordsmanship.]
Hachiman's interest was thoroughly piqued. The prospect of learning the art of the Busujima style of swordsmanship had always fascinated him.
[I'm honored, Saeko-senpai. If it's convenient, would this Saturday be suitable for you?]
[Absolutely, Hachiman. My father has been abroad lately, and our dojo is empty. It'll be just you and me, undisturbed.]
Ummm
I noticed something off about what you said, but let's forget it; perhaps I'm just feeling a bit aroused.
But the thought of learning the art of the Busujima style of swordsmanship directly from Saeko Busujima herself filled Hachiman with anticipation.
[In that case, let's set it for this Saturday at 9 AM. I look forward to learning from you, Saeko-senpai.]
[Very well. The address of my family's dojo is...]
[I'll be eagerly awaiting your arrival this Saturday, Hachiman-kun.]
[No problem. See you this Saturday, Saeko-senpai.]
After sending the text, Hachiman patiently awaited Saeko Busujima's response.
Meanwhile, at the Busujima residence, the spacious dojo stood silent, with Saeko Busujima, dressed in her kendo attire, kneeling in solitary anticipation of Hachiman's visit.
The silver moonlight streamed through the window, casting a delicate veil of radiance upon her form.
Bathed in this silver moonlight, Saeko Busujima, who had once been as alluring as a poppy flower, now seemed to exude an aura of purity and beauty.
Setting aside her phone, she reached for the katana that had been resting on her lap.
The gleaming silver blade shimmered in the moonlight, reflecting her lovely countenance.
"Hachiman-kun," the girl murmured to herself.
In the next instant, a silver flash cut through the air.
The scarecrow that had been standing before Saeko Busujima was cleaved in two, its sharp blade glistening with an icy glint under the moonlight.
"Let's meet on Saturday..."
...........
In the Yuigahama household, a voice echoed gently, "Yui, it's time for your bath."
Emerging from the bathroom, Mrs. Yuigahaima, clad in a bath towel, was drying her hair.
She spoke to her daughter, who was engrossed in a television show on the couch.
Despite being in her thirties, Mrs. Yuigahaima retained a youthful aura that was reminiscent of a young girl.
Her skin was fair and supple, a testament to her meticulous skincare routine.
The bath towel was stretched taut over her ample bosom, adding to her youthful appearance.
Her face bore a striking resemblance to her daughter's, with a similarity that was uncanny.
If they were to walk down the street together, they could easily be mistaken for sisters rather than mother and daughter.
Mrs. Yuigahama's youthful appearance was not just a result of good genes, but also a testament to her healthy lifestyle.
She was a firm believer in the importance of a balanced diet and regular exercise, and it showed in her radiant complexion and toned physique.
Her daughter, Yui, had inherited her mother's good looks, and it was clear that she was growing up to be just as beautiful.
The Yuigahama household was a warm and loving one, filled with laughter and shared moments.
Despite their busy schedules, Mrs. Yuigahaima and Yui always made time for each other, cherishing the bond they shared.
As Mrs. Yuigahaima continued to dry her hair, she watched her daughter with a fond smile.
She was proud of the young woman Yui was becoming, and she looked forward to seeing what the future held for her.
However, they can still be distinguished. Although the mother and daughter bear a striking resemblance, Yui retains the vivaciousness and innocence typical of a teenage girl.
In contrast, Mrs. Yuigahama's exquisite features, identical to her daughter's, exude the gentle and refined qualities specific to mature women.
Her speech is soft-spoken and carries the elegance characteristic of a traditional Japanese woman.
A wife like that would likely make many LSPs (Light Novel Protagonists) exclaim, "Madam, I adore you!"
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