Saturday.

Kitahara Nanfeng accompanied Natsume Mio to Kamakura and visited Takasugi Atsusa again.

The old man is still very enthusiastic.

The brother and sister were left for lunch before letting them leave.

After getting the knife.

The two went to the vicinity of Fujisawa Station again and purchased some daily necessities.

When the two of them get home.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's the end of May now.

The weather is hot.

Return to the shaded house from the scorching sun.

Kitahara Nanfeng and Natsume Mio both felt like they came back to life.

“So hot.”

Natsume Mio sat on the floor in a duck-sitting position, sweating profusely and complained.

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled, turned on the air conditioner, then took the purchased things into the kitchen, and put them into the refrigerator in categories.

Complaint is complaining.

Natsume Mio slowed down in the living room for a while, then came in to help.

"Why did you buy so many cakes?"

When Beiyuan Nanfeng packed it up, he saw a lot of cakes and was a little puzzled.

Natsume Mio teased, "Don't Brother Yoshi like to eat?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng put the cake into the refrigerator: "If you force it, you'd like to eat it."

"Okay, I ate one yesterday, and I remember it until now."

Natsume Mio smiled slightly and then whispered: "These were bought for that Shiori."

"……oh."

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, and thought of what happened that day, he responded.

Although he has never seen the so-called Shiori, it does not mean that he does not exist.

If you can buy a god with a cake.

Not bad.

Beiyuan Nanfeng put the last cake into the refrigerator.

Natsume Mio breathed a sigh of relief, then gently pulled the collar of her school uniform and asked, "Brother Yi, are you hungry?"

"No, I just finished eating there."

"Then I'll take a shower, you can take a rest, and I'll ask you for advice if there is something to do."

"Um."

Beiyuan Nanfeng had no objection to this and nodded.

...

One hour later.

Natsume family shrine main hall.

Beiyuan Nanfeng, wearing hot pants, T-shirt and school uniform, sat on the ground.

In front of the two were the "girl" of Kitahara Nanfeng and the new knife that Takasugi Atsusa made.

Because Kitahara Nanfeng's "girl" was imagined based on Mio Natsume's previous old sword, the two swords were particularly similar, except for the difference between the blade pattern and the handle, they can be said to be exactly the same.

"The knife is good, but it doesn't matter? It feels too heavy for you."

Kitahara Nanfeng picked up the newly-made knife, waved it, and frowned and handed it to Mio Natsume.

"This is what I specifically asked for, brother-in-law. I have noticed it before. My strength and weight are not superior. If the knife is still light, even if I drive the "Swallow", it will be easy to bounce off against the match."

Mio Natsume took the knife because during this period, she learned judo with Kitahara Nanfeng every day, and the training of the Kendo Department did not stop for a day, so it was not difficult to lift the knife.

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought about it and suggested, "Then you have to adapt early and try Yan."

Although this period of time.

No one came to challenge the new Natsume family shrine.

But who will be accurate in the future?

Maybe the second witch or frivolous young man will come.

Kitahara Nanfeng is right around Natsume Mio most of the time, but he still hopes that she can have a certain ability to protect herself, which is one of the reasons why he is willing to teach her judo.

"Um."

Hearing the words of the Nanfeng from Beiyuan.

Natsume Mio stood up.

I tried the "Yan" technique in this hall for a while.

The effect is OK.

But Mio Natsume was not very satisfied.

She returned to Beiyuan Nanfeng and sat down. After thinking for a while, she said, "I feel that as the days grow, the spiritual capacity in my body has also increased. I should be able to adapt to it for a while."

Beiyuan Nanfeng suggested: "Actually, you can try to build new techniques."

Natsume Mio looked at Kitanhara Nanfeng, a little confused: "New technique, I..."

"Or think about the name of the sword first."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled: "How can you do without a name on the knife?"

Mio Natsume was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What's the name of Brother Yi?"

“…young woman?”

“…”

"Don't glar at me, isn't it just symmetrical to my knife... It hurts so much."

Natsume Mio punched Kitahara Natsuki on the shoulder and refused, "No."

“…That’s called a ‘macho’?”

“It sounds even more unpleasant.”

"Why... it's Nanfeng?"

“…righteous brother.”

"Tsk... I didn't even get fooled."

Nanfeng Beiyuan stood up with a smile: "Okay, you have figured out the name yourself. I have thought of a technique here, and it feels very suitable for you."

"What technique?"

Natsume Mio put away her joking heart and raised her head.

"Just an idea."

Beiyuan Nanfeng held his sword and stood there not far away: "You are not suitable to be close to you. My idea is that you should try to compress your spiritual power on the blade, and then rely on drawing the sword to throw the spiritual power out... to achieve an effect similar to drawing the sword, such as this."

He said, holding the knife around his waist.

Spiritual power surges.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took a step and drew his knife in an instant.

Swish.

Half a circle of white light spread along the blade and began to fly forward along the north Yuan Nanfeng.

But it didn't fly far.

The white light collapsed and dissipated.

"Sorry, I'm not skilled in the first time using it. Anyway, that's what I think. Just throw it according to someone else's neck in actual combat."

Kitahara Nanfeng turned his head and looked at Mio Natsume sitting beside him.

Natsume Mio looked up at her brother-in-law and smiled bitterly: "Are you sure it's your first time using it? Brother-in-law."

"Yes, I just had an idea before. This will be an experiment. You can try it too."

Beiyuan Nanfeng stretched out his hand towards her.
To be continued...