Tsukasa Aoki managed to take Murase into the castle under the cover of the owner of the ox owner, and rested in the castle until she found someone she trusted.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the inn to rest, I was prompted to end the first act.

Tsukasa Aoki received the reward, and unsurprisingly, Kendo reached level seven.

Acquired a new skill [Swordsmanship].

[Reading swordsmanship: You can read the opponent's next thoughts through the opponent's movements, and counterattack them.] Duration: 3 minutes, Cooldown: 1 hour. 】

Tsukasa Aoki exited the dream, and it was already morning.

He took out the wooden sword and went to the courtyard outside the living room with Poison Island Tsuneko.

The courtyard in winter has no greenery, just like the blue sky without the slightest clutter.

Poison Island Tsuneko was wearing a kendo uniform, and what she was holding in her hand was still the wooden sword, just like the day Aoki Tsukasa first saw her, she was plain and facing the sky, but she was unbelievably beautiful.

She looked at Aoki Tsukasa with some curiosity: "Why did you call me to practice swords early in the morning....... Also, Si looks a little tired. ”

Aoki just hooked the corners of his mouth: "These are all small things, come, let's try." ”

He assumed a sword-wielding pose.

Poison Island narrowed her eyes, and her purple hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, which looked unique.

"I'm coming." She gave a reminder and stepped forward.

The wooden knife drew a crooked afterimage in the air, but it was accurately stopped in front of Aoki Tsukasa, and it was as easy and natural as drinking water.

A trace of consternation flashed in Poison Island's eyes.

But in an instant, she became a little serious, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared: "Be careful." ”

Her movements were a few points faster on this basis.

There was a faint smile on Aoki's lips - she had gotten stronger.

But, he's also getting stronger.

Reading swordsmanship, at the very beginning, was opened by him.

Every movement of Poison Island was broken down into one indiscretable detail after another in his eyes.

The change in muscles, the shaking of the tip of the sword, the rotation of the wrist, the direction in which the wooden sword was coming, whether it was a feint attack or a heavy blow, whether it was a temptation or a trick knife, everything became extremely clear.

Aoki Tsukasa even only held a sword in one hand, and with only five points of his usual strength, he could resist all the attacks of Poison Island Tsuneko.

The more Tsumiko Poison Island fought, the more dazed and surprised she became, and the Aoki Tsukasa in front of her became taller and taller, even a little similar to the invincible father in her memory.

Until the duration of Aoki Division's swordsmanship was about to end, he suddenly exerted his strength, and the tip of the sword was wrapped around the wooden knife of Poison Island Tsuneko, and it actually swept it away.

It landed at his feet, splashing up a trail of dust.

She stared blankly at her hands and looked up in disbelief.

Aoki Tsukasa just held the wooden knife and looked at her with a smile, "I think, I know how to help Tsuneko improve quickly." ”

"Good morning." Suddenly, there was a sound of the dome overhead, and Aoki Tsukasa looked up, by the window on the second floor, the dome was lazily lying on the edge of the window, and a silver hair was draped down his cheeks on his white arms, which made him think of the timid and cold appearance when he saw her for the first time.

But all of this disappeared with her sweet smile.

She looked at Tsukasa Aoki, "Can I practice together?" ”

Tsukasa Aoki's Eye of Detection examined her body data.

[Health: 63↑.] 】

Before she knew it, her illness was almost no longer a cause for concern.

"Hmm." Tsukasa Aoki agreed.

Squatted down, picked up the wooden knife for Poison Island Tsuiko, and handed it to her: "Our enemy is much more difficult than ours, and now we can't lose our fighting spirit." ”

Poison Island Tsuneko smiled bitterly: "Toshio's strength is probably far inferior to the current division...... People, is it really possible to progress so fast? ”

"No, our enemy is not Toshio." Tsukasa Aoki handed the wooden knife to her.

Poison Island Tsuneko's expression was a little overwhelmed.

"When we win the battle against Toshio Poison Island, we will go to your father." Aoki's expression was extremely firm: "Take him back from you." ”

He patted his heart heavily: "This is your man's promise." ”

A smile gradually resurfaced on Poison Island Tsuneko's face, and she smiled softly: "If it's Si, I think it's not impossible." ”

Tsukasa Aoki raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered, "I can do it." ”

I will definitely be able to make everyone happy.

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Ten years later.

In an upscale villa in Tokyo.

Tsukasa Aoki, with thick black medium and long hair, sat at the table, and on the table, it was a sumptuous dinner.

The sturdy Maeda Tiger sat aside, shouting at the twenty-seventh sequel to "Extreme Dao" broadcast on the TV, still with the familiar bald head down, but there were a few more tattoos on his neck - it was not that he mixed the extreme, those tattoos represented his glory.

He became a mixed martial artist and made his mark on the UFC stage, winning Asia's second continental title.

Asia's first continental title came from China five years ago, but last year, it was finally surpassed by Maeda Tiger.

On the side, Fujiwara Miao, who had short hair and wore gold-rimmed glasses, gently coaxed the little girl in her arms, and she didn't care if the straight suit was wrinkled by the little girl, she just smiled happily.

He was successfully admitted to the University of Tokyo and became an outstanding manager of a financial company, although according to his words, he was just a senior social animal, but he also gained his love, had his own car, house, although the day of repayment of the loan had to go back for several decades, but at least, it was happy.

I heard that he plans to get married next summer.

No, who let him even have a child?

"Si, eat watermelon first." The voice of the dome came from behind Tsukasa Aoki's head.

Her time seemed to have been paused, and although the childishness on her face had faded a lot, she still looked small and cute, and she put the watermelon in front of Aoki Tsukasa and sat on the side against Aoki Tsukasa.

"The craftsmanship of the son is still as good as ever." Matsuyama Yan, whose stubble was half white, pinched his chin, sat at the table with a big grin, and sighed as he looked at the poisonous island who was busy in the kitchen.

Poison Island Tsuneko's age seems to be fixed in that winter, still so charming and moving, with a plump figure, when she heard the compliment, she just smiled faintly: "Won't Miss Alice be jealous?" ”

Alice is a blonde and blue-eyed foreign beauty sitting next to Matsuyama Rock.

"Haha, she doesn't understand Japanese." Matsuyama Yan smiled, but saw that Alice suddenly glanced at him coldly: "Yes." ”

Songshan Yan smiled for a while: "You ......."

"Last month, I signed up for a Japanese class, you know that." Her Japanese is very jerky, but the meaning is very obvious.

Looking at Matsuyama Iwa's desperate expression, Aoki Si laughed: "I really didn't expect that Brother Iwa would be a strict wife." ”

Matsuyama Yanzui stiffened: "I call this respect!" ”

"Respect, you know!" Matsuyama Iwa's muttering words were broken by the doorbell.

Tsukasa Aoki got up and opened the door.

Matsusaka Daitake took Matsuko's hand and smiled brightly at the door: "Boss, we're here!" ”

"It's hard work, it's hard to come from Osaka for Christmas." Tsukasa Aoki greeted.

Matsusaka Daitake just shrugged: "Anyway, my barbecue restaurant is watched, and it's actually the same whether I go there every day or not." ”

He opened a barbecue restaurant, which is not large, but has a good reputation, and now he has a car and a house, and he and Songzi had a wedding last year, but unfortunately, he has not yet given birth to children.

According to him, he wants to be free for two more years and enjoy the world of two.

Tsukasa Aoki had just welcomed them into the room and sat down, when there was another knock at the door.

Tsukasa Aoki, who hadn't sat down yet, turned around and went to open the door, and at the door, a girl with a peaked cap, big sunglasses, and a mask was smiling at him.

Tsukasa Aoki was a little surprised: "Heart beauty? ”

Teruhashi took off her hat and showed a perfectly impeccable smile and smooth blue hair: "I'm here, Division." ”

"Today is the busiest day for artists, I thought you didn't have time, come in." Tsukasa Aoki patted the snow on her shoulder for her.

Teruhashi Xinmei just looked at him, and in her eyes, she was still as adoring as she was ten years ago, but compared to the previous cover-up, she was already able to express her heart calmly: "If it's Si's invitation, I have time whenever I want." ”

Aoki smiled and invited her to take a seat.

She greeted everyone familiarly.

Only occasionally, when she looked at Tsukasa Aoki, her eyes were still a little lost, but soon, she regained her strength - she had never been on top of the battle in the pursuit of Tsukasa Aoki.

However, she never gave up either.

Because, since Aoki Tsukasa can accept the two of them, Qiong and Poison Island, why, can't there be one more of her?

Looking at Tsukasa Aoki's dodging eyes, she firmly believed that she would keep watch until the end of the night.

"Everyone is here." Poison Island Tsuneko observed the situation in the kitchen: "Si come and serve me some soup." ”

Tsukasa Aoki went to help set up the dishes.

After everyone was seated, Maeda Tiger said with some regret: "It's a pity that Sakuragi can't come today." ”

"Sakuragi was playing Christmas in the NBA, so I couldn't find time." Tsukasa Aoki smiled and held up his phone: "Okay, it's not easy for us to get together." ”

Everyone tacitly posed for a photo.

"In the next ten years, we will also meet together!"

Aoki's words caused a burst of laughter, and the photo was frozen.

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PS: Yes, that's the end of the story. In any case, I need to explain a thing or two to you.

For example, why did such an irresponsible abrupt end?

Actually, the reason is not complicated.

It's just that I don't know how to continue.

Updating it day after day, it looks like it's only 4,000 words, but it takes me more and more time.

I still remember the day I first published the first chapter of the book, thinking that as long as there were 300 genuine readers, I would keep writing it until it was finished.

Later, more and more people saw this book and liked it, I thought it was an unexpected joy and the beginning of happiness, but I didn't expect that it began with a torture that kept me awake at night.

At first, writing, made me very happy. There are only more and more updates, and there are few times when the update is delayed, or many times it is added as soon as the mood is good.

Until the first time it was sprayed.

It's not like I haven't been sprayed.,Book review area,A lot of people say that the protagonist is a Japanese, then I'm also a little Japanese as an author.,Some people say that the protagonist is so aggrieved that the author must also lack love.,And so on I probably got in a breath.,Never sprayed back.,Delete the post.。

But what really changed me was because of the plot at the beginning of the two hundred chapters. To be honest, I really didn't think anything was wrong at that time, and I finished writing the whole plot with almost no pause with a lot of energy.

But I was so shocked that I thought I had been foreshadowing for a long time, and the elaborate plot turned into a huge poison point, and since then, I have been in a state of confusion.

The comment area is almost slaughtered, with dozens and hundreds of replies, all of which are spraying me to feed to the big guys.

I was confused.

Even with changes and additions, I finally got through that crisis.

But that time, the original skyrocketing results have completely stopped rising.

Moreover, because of the revision of the outline at that time, the direction of the whole story suddenly changed the style of painting.

I began to hold my hands on my feet and was afraid to write.

Then, the plot that I thought about carefully was constantly criticized, which also made me more and more unconfident, always trying to satisfy the big guys, but the result kept changing, writing, and getting worse.

Until the crash.

I never wanted to say I collapsed, but to this day, I really have to admit it.

Collapsed.

Can I write? I can still write. I can write like this for a long time, and I can still make a lot of money every month, at least, so that I can get through this year without a problem. Other authors persuaded me that I could open it double, and write the old book slowly, and the most important thing was to make money.

But I really don't want to write it.

After the end of last night's shift, I was thinking about the plot after that, but the more I thought about it, the more painful and tangled it became.

It's boring, boring, or rather, it's out of everything I wanted to write about in the first place.

A book that could have been very interesting and enjoyable for everyone to read had already changed its flavor when I was emotional and couldn't restrain the plot.

I don't want to force it anymore, and if I continue to write, am I suffering? No, I think it's irresponsible to the readers. Everyone is looking forward to my story and hoping that I can write a better plot, but is what I am writing now really what I want to write? No. How much fun can it be to squeeze something like toothpaste every time? I tried to write a few funny plots, but it turned out that I couldn't think of a word.

My brain is blank, and I can only keep filling the void with other plots, sorry, I don't want to do that.

I'll admit that I'm definitely not the kind of person who is extremely hardworking, but I ask myself, am I trying? Am I improving?

The answer is: yes.

This book has been published to this day, whether it is my fever, cold, train, or various accidents, low mood, breakups, drunkenness, I have never stopped changing for a day. Growing up, apart from playing games, this is probably the longest I've been doing it.

I don't have a manuscript, and the hard work I have put in to do these things is really not something that can be easily said. Of course, I know that there are a lot of people who work harder and harder than me, and I'm a little subjective, but after all, that's how I feel, and for me and for myself, I've really worked hard.

A lot of people suggest I take a break, you just need to settle down, but I think, let's stop there.

The book is probably long overdue.

So, on this difficult day, I wrote the ending with difficulty.

The ending was conceived from the beginning, not the slightest deviation from my original plan, and it was probably the only thing I didn't fall apart.

It's just a pity that some of the emotion was not conveyed, and some laughter came to an abrupt end.

Tsukasa Aoki's story continues, but I can't convey it to you better.

I selfishly ended the story.

It was also the first time in my life that I wrote an ending to a story.

Maybe you can't believe it, but the truth is, the moment I wrote the end, my eyes were red.

For myself, it was a failure.

A surrender-like failure.

But I'm really tired.

I haven't thought about the new book yet.

In other words, I don't have confidence.

But it should still be open, and it won't drag on for too long, after all, I still want to live, and I want him to make it my profession, and I want to continue to write, and I want to continue to write, and I will continue to write until I can't write.

That's the end of the first book.

I'm sorry for the readers who supported me, I can't even imagine their shock and disappointment when they saw this.

I'm sorry for the editor who supported me, he helped me a lot, and I ended up sloppy.

I'm sorry for myself.

I'm sorry Tsukasa Aoki.

If I can see you again, I hope that I will not disappoint again.

Good bye.