The next day, November 16, the day of the moon, the highest temperature in Tokyo was 3 degrees Celsius.

Takuya Aramura was invited to the cold spring family's mansion in Tokyo.

Looking at the ass of the taxi that was gradually moving away, and then at the right arm hanging from his neck with a plaster, Takuya Aramura let out a sigh.

His hands in a cast had to wait three to four weeks before they could be removed, during which time he couldn't even move, and during this time he could only take a shower with one hand, and he had to go to the barber shop to wash his hair, let alone drive.

It's not that he wants to drive much, it's just that the air in the taxi is very turbid due to the flow of passengers, and even more so on the tram, the driver is reluctant to turn on the air conditioner, so that he can only roll down the window in this freezing December to maintain normal breathing.

The back of the taxi went farther and farther until it disappeared, and then Takuya Aramura turned around and looked at the gate of the Cold Spring Mansion.

It was not closed, leaving a gap.

Pushing open the door, he entered the vestibule with Hatche.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard a crackling sound of wood pounding.

Look for the sound and fix your eyes.

Dressed in a karate suit, Mutsu Aoi tied her hair back all her head, stared fiercely at a wooden stake in front of her, and then lifted her leg to kick it.

Syllable!

The stake shuddered.

Takuya Aramura, who was standing at the door and watching, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Looking at the posture, this force... Although he doesn't know karate, look at the reaction of this stake... Mutsu Aoi Autumn is at least a black belt into the stage...

Before he finished beating the stake, Michinoku Aoi didn't know where to pull out a handful of ribs, so he quickly began to greet the straw mat rolled up on the side of the stake.

Burst!

The blade of the rib cut into the straw mat, and although it was not completely cut at the waist, it was also cut to three-quarters of the way.

Takuya Aramura: "..."

As the son of a swordsman with the title of Wai Ko Legend, Takuya Aramura understands it very well.

Although it is more flexible when using it, it has less inertia and requires more force when swinging than a long knife that is easier to swing and slash with the help of inertial potential energy, but correspondingly, its inertia is smaller, and the force required to swing and slash will be greater.

As far as he knew, a healthy adult male could cut a quarter of the straw mat with the force of the rib difference, so if you calculate it, Michinoku Aoiaki's strength is at least equivalent to that of two healthy adult men...

This force is worth ... It's not much better than Rino Tanaka...

Just when Takuya Aramura was thinking about these things that he might not be able to touch in his life, Mutsu Aoi finally noticed him.

Mutsu Aoi Aki pulled the ribs out of the straw mat, and walked up to Takuya Aramura on the stake with a bang, and bowed deeply to him, "Aramura-senpai, good morning."

Takumi Aramura took a step back unconsciously, "Good morning, Mutsu... Your spiritual head... It's good..."

"The award of the Desert Village Senior is just a practice that must be done every day."

"Every... God?"

"Yes, I got up at seven o'clock and practiced until nine o'clock, two hours a day, no matter how windy or rainy, thunder could not move." Mutsu Aoiaki's tone was so calm that he didn't speak.

"..."Takuya Aramura scratched his chin.

"It's almost time, so let's end the practice." Mutsu Aoi returned to the stake, pulled out his ribs, and put them in the scabbard, "Aramura-senpai, please go with me to see Miss."

"Okay." Takuya Aramura bowed slightly.

Walking through a long hallway, the two stopped in front of the door of the room next to the tea room.

Mutsu Aoi pushed open the door and bent down inside, "Miss, Aramura-senpai is here."

Knock knock...

Footsteps sounded, and Mao Mi of Cold Spring walked out of it.

She wore a dark red bathrobe today, a rose headdress on her head, light makeup on her face, and a simple and beautiful temperament.

"Good morning, senior."

"Good morning."

Takuya Aramura nodded and entered the room.

"Senior, have you had breakfast?" Mao Mi of Cold Spring followed him.

"I haven't had time to eat yet." Takuya Aramura casually found a place to sit down, "It's okay to eat with lunch."

"I'll do it." Mao Mi of the cold spring took the water handed by Michinoku Aoi Autumn and put it in front of him, "Senior, drink the water first."

Takuya Aramura picked up the cup and took a sip, "You can also cook?"

"I've learned a little bit during this time, and I've always wanted to make a copy for my senior."

"You must have been through a lot of accidents, right?"

"Accident?" Mao Mi of Cold Spring looked sideways, her eyes full of confusion, "Cooking is very simple, and there are no accidents."

Takuya Aramura was silent for a moment, and it took a long time before he said, "Oh... I'm sorry for you..."

"No trouble." Mao Mi Cold Spring smiled and shook her head.

Then she explained a few more words to Mutsu Aoi and left the room.

After about twenty minutes, she walked back with a tray of three bowls of soba noodles in her hand.

Next, the three of them sat down at a small table in the room and ate noodles.

Takuya Aramura picked up a noodle of chopsticks, blew the hot air coming out of it, and asked aloud, "P; &'Is the work done over there?"

Mao Mi of Cold Spring slowly swallowed the noodles in her mouth and nodded twice, "Yes, all the business that needs to be handled by me is almost complete."

"No wonder, you're finally willing to be idle." Takuya Aramura put the noodles in his mouth and said as he chewed.

"yes." Cold Spring Mao AOMI smiled slightly and looked at him with soft eyes, "What about the senior? How's your job going?"

Swallowing the noodles in his mouth, Takuya Aramura took another sip of soup, "What else... Fujiwara-san stuffed me with a lot of work, and there is a high probability that I won't be able to spare it a few years ago..."

"Then why don't you push it off?"

"These jobs can't be pushed off if you want to, and pushing Fujiwara-san will offend a lot of people, Fujiwara-san is good to me, I don't want to embarrass him."

Another fifteen minutes or so passed, and the three of them had almost finished the noodles.

"Senior, I want to go back to Kyoto." Mao Mi of Cold Spring raised her head and stared at Takuya Aramura.

Takuya Aramura took a sip of the soup slowly, and then put the chopsticks on the table, "I guessed this on the way here."

"Seniors know everything?" Mao Mi Ryoizumi took the paper towel handed over by Mutsu Aoi and wiped the remaining noodle soup from her mouth.

"Hmm." Takuya Aramura also wiped his mouth, "Uncle Ishihara told me yesterday at the audition scene of "Fate of the Gods".

Han Quan Mao Mi suddenly stood up from the small table and knelt down in front of him, "Senior, I want you to go with me."

"I don't think you need to ask this question at all." Takuya Aramura stood up slowly, walked up to her, and grabbed her arm with his left hand, "Get up, it's cold, there's not even a mat on the ground, it's easy to catch a cold."

Hearing this, Riomi Ryozumi stood up on the ground and raised her head to look at him, "Did the senior agree?"

"Of course." Takuya Aramura let go of his hand and stuffed it into his pocket, "It just so happens that I don't have any work in the past two days, so if you want me to go, I'll go, but it may not help much."

"It's not like that." Cold Spring Mao Mi shook her head a few times from side to side, and reached out to hold his hand, "The senior has already helped me a lot by being by my side."