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Mr. Dragon Knight and Miss Dragon met at the Sanada Senichiro's house.

At that time, Sanchū Ming had just returned to Tokyo,

Her previous kendo teacher was worried because her brother was troublesome,

He went back to his hometown in Kyushu to take care of his brother and open a private school.

Akashiji Seijuro investigated,

He brought Sanchū Ming to the Tezuka family in Tokyo.

As far as he knew, the police chief of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Tezuka Kunichi, was not only a judo instructor, but he had also won the "Emperor's Cup" of the All-Japan Kendo Championship in kendo.

Tezuka Kunichi tested the strength of this fierce-looking girl and thought for a while,

He made a phone call to Sanada Uemon in Kanagawa.

This little girl was more suitable for the Sanada family's style.

So..,

He just entered the sixth grade of elementary school,

Seiichi Yukimura, who came to play with Sanada Senichiro, bumped into Sanada Senichiro, who was running crazily all over the dojo,

And Sanchū Ming, who was chasing behind and waving a bamboo sword.

"Stop right there!" Mitsui Yueming said fiercely.

"You'd be a fool if you stopped!"

"Sanada Senichiro, if you have the guts to eat my pudding, if you have the ability to stop!"

"That was clearly the QAQ that Mom made for me!"

"Auntie Miyuki said she gave it to me!

That's mine! "

Then, Seiichi Yukimura saw his mature, steady, innocent, and cute Sanada Senichiro being beaten up by a bald and dark-skinned girl. Under everyone's gaze, he threw himself into Miyuki Sanada's arms and cried loudly.

"Mom, Sanchū, she bullied me!"

Seiichi Yukimura, who was stunned at the door, was speechless.

"What's wrong?" Sanchū Ming, who had a vicious expression on his face, turned around and saw the beautiful boy standing at the door,

Clenching the bamboo sword in his hand, he asked, "You want to help him?"

At the behest of gods and ghosts,

Yukimura shook his head.

"You're not helping him?

Then what are you looking at? "The girl was stunned. She loosened her grip on the bamboo sword and quickly tightened her grip.

He asked in a vicious tone.

Seiichi Yukimura felt like he was looking at a Baby Dragon cautiously flashing its claws at strangers. The Baby Dragon was still afraid of hurting people who shouldn't be hurt.

He hesitantly retracted his claws and flashed them again.

Bluffing and bluffing.

"I'm watching you." Seiichi Yukimura decided to poke him to test his reaction.

At that time,

Sanchū Ming, who has just returned to Tokyo from the Eight Yuan, has not yet become a deep Ky and a dragon, and is still a soft bun in essence, has a red face.

"What, what's there to see?"

"It's beautiful."

"Eh?

Is, is that so? "

"Yes.

She's very energetic and cute. "

"Thank, thank you for the compliment …"

… What.

Seeing Sanchū Ming stuttering with a red face and not knowing where to put his hands, Seiichi Yukimura thought in his heart:

It's obviously a very cute Baby Dragon.

Sanada Senichiro, who was buried in Miyuki Sanada's arms and peeking at him:???

Seiichi Yukimura, whose good friend are you!?

In the evening, Sanada Senichiro asked Seiichi Yukimura, who stayed at his house, "Why aren't you afraid of Sanchū?"

"I think she's cute," Yukimura smiled. "Like a Baby Dragon."

Sanada: … Are you blind? This is obviously a dragon!

*

Seiichi Yukimura likes to tease Sanchū Ming.

This kind of teasing is not malicious, he just thinks this little girl is very funny.

"Why does Bright Paste care about baldies?"

"Because I want to be a tough guy."

"Why does Bright Paste always try to look fierce?"

"Because I want to be a tough guy."

"Why does Bright Paste work so hard to learn Kendo?"

"… Because I want to be a tough guy."

Don't be an idiot … Sanada Senichiro listened to Yukimura tease Yukimura while silently munching on a watermelon. He was speechless to see Yukimura's reaction.

"Hahahaha, Bright Paste is so cute!" Seiichi Yukimura laughed until his stomach hurt. He wiped the tears of laughter with his hand.

"The word cute shouldn't be used to describe a tough guy …?

But I'm very happy. Thank you, Yukimura. "Sanchū Ming gave Yukimura half of his watermelon.

Sanada Senichiro: … I can't continue this conversation.

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What an interesting little girl!

To some extent, Seiichi Yukimura was addicted to playing with girls. Every weekend, he would come to Sanada's house to look for Sanchū Ming, who came from Tokyo to learn Kendo.

He brought Sanchū Ming to paint and laughed at the little girl who clumsily smeared paint all over her face. Then, the little girl who made threatening gestures and scratched his face.

He taught Sanchū Ming pottery and brought the little girl's crooked pots home to grow flowers.

He sat in front of Sanada's house and chatted with her and made her sing songs until her brother, who came to pick her up, glared at him until he couldn't sit still.

At night, he secretly picked up Sanchū Ming, who stayed at Sanada's house, from the window and took her to see the Orion meteor shower. Then, he tilted his head and looked at Sanchū Ming's sparkling green eyes under the meteor shower.

He liked to touch Sanchū Ming's head the most. The short stubble in his hand was messy and soft.

It was exactly the same as this person.

Yukimura had been teasing Sanchū Ming with an attitude of teasing a pet but not letting Sanchū Ming notice. Even after being warned several times by Sanchū Ming, the red-haired cub, he still enjoyed it.

Until one day, he followed his father to Tokyo and went to look for Sanchū Ming to play.

He searched Sanchū's house but couldn't find the little girl. He went to ask Sanchū Ming's father.

The handsome man just smiled and shook his head without saying a word.

He walked out of the house in disappointment and accidentally found a small figure curled up in a tree in the courtyard. She was hidden by layers of leaves, and only Yukimura could see the corner of her clothes through the gaps.

Judging from her position and posture, this wasn't the first time.

"Why are you hiding up there?" Yukimura stood under the tree and stretched out his hand. "Be careful not to fall. Come, jump into my arms."

Sanchū Ming's muffled voice reached Yukimura's ears. "I've learned how to climb trees. I won't fall."

"… Why are you crying?" Yukimura frowned. "Who bullied you?

Let Shinichiro beat him up. "

"He can't beat me."

"But if Shinichiro is beaten up, Uncle Sanada and Grandpa Sanada will help him." Yukimura said matter-of-factly.

"Pfft." Sanchū Ming couldn't help but laugh, but it quickly subsided. "But my father won't.

My mother will, but she doesn't want me anymore. "

…

Seiichi Yukimura, who was still a child, suddenly felt a strange tug at his heart.

Sanchū Ming raised her head slightly, revealing a pair of red and green eyes. She asked the boy below in a low, muffled voice, "Yukimura, you're not my mother. Why are you so good to me?"

Seiichi Yukimura suddenly felt a huge sense of regret and shame. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to run away.

He was just …

Not as good as she thought.

"No one will help you. I'll do it." He finally said.

"No one will help you. I'll do it." He repeated, then threw away the bag in his hand and climbed up the tree Sanchū Ming was on.

Seiichi Yukimura, who had lived in Kanagawa since he was a child, had never climbed a tree. After he finally climbed up with difficulty under Sanchū Ming's ridicule, he wiped the tears on Sanchū Ming's face with a handkerchief and put it in front of her nose.

"Blow your nose."

Sanchū Ming obediently blew her nose.

"Good girl." Yukimura stroked Sanchū Ming's little bald head with a loving expression. "No one wants you. My family wants you."

The Dragon Knight had completely tamed Miss Dragon.

*

From then on, it was Sanchū Ming's turn to look for Yukimura.

She leaned on the window of Yukimura's studio and watched Yukimura apply beautiful paint on white paper.

She followed Yukimura to buy seeds and learn how to grow flowers.

She sang to Yukimura under the window of Yukimura's house.

She took Yukimura to the beach of Kanagawa to watch the high tide roll up a few meters of waves.

Even when she went to Miyagi Prefecture, Sanchū Ming still went to Kanagawa every weekend and never got tired of it.

Akashiji Seijuro, who had always had a problem with Seiichi Yukimura, remained silent about the intimacy between the two.

Because he had to admit that Sanchū Ming became more and more cheerful when she was with Yukimura. She no longer nagged all day about soft and hard guys, no longer fussed about her father's neglect of her, no longer wrote a diary to her mother every day, and no longer called him as she wrote and cried weakly on the other end of the line.

The one-track minded stupid dragon finally began to be honest and brave, and learned to laugh carefreely again. This was a good sign.

And Yukimura also seemed to like Ming very much.

*

"Yukimura, Yukimura." One day, Sanchū Ming sent Seiichi Yukimura a Winter

Cup ticket to the kendo finals. "I made it to the finals. Do you want to go?"

"Eh?

Okay. "

Yukimura touched Sanchū Ming's little bald head, and sat in the audience seats of the competition a few days later with a simple and relaxed mood.

When he was at Genichiro's house, he didn't see Mitsuru Tsuki fight more than a few times. Most of the time, Mitsuru Tsuki was meditating or practicing his swordsmanship under the guidance of Sanada Uemon.

Ming should be very strong, right?

He thought uncertainly.

The following competition completely overturned Yukimura's impression of Sanchū Ming.

— — It turned out that the Ming in his domain was not the Baby Dragon that he needed to take care of.

He suddenly realized that the Three Suns and Moons were actually independent entities. They had grown beyond his expectations in a way that he didn't know about.

Standing on the kendo field, Sanchū Ming was so confident that he was shining brightly. Every shout was clean and neat, and every swing of his sword carried a fierce murderous aura. He was like the Demon King in an RPG game, strong, arrogant, indestructible, and full of charm.

Seiichi Yukimura couldn't take his eyes off him.

Ming … … also had such a bright side.

Just like his name, bright and shining.

He looked at Sanchū Ming, who took off his mask and waved at him, casually wiping sweat off his neck with his sleeve. He felt his heart beat a little faster.

"Yes, please, Sanchū -san." Kendo's minister bowed deeply.

Although this exchange was suspected of using Sanchū Ming to train and beat the new blood, the minister had no choice but to do so.

He hadn't been able to lead Imperial Light Kendo into the country. In his last days, he could only do his best to leave behind a legacy for the younger generation, and leave behind an unbreakable road sign.

"Don't be so restrained, just call me Sanchū."

Sanchū Ming, who was used as a road sign and alchemy stone, waved his hand as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "No problem, as long as they don't think I'm too strict."

"Thank you very much." Kendo's minister bowed again. "The protective gear is in the locker room — —"

"No need, I've brought my gloves."

Mitsuri Yueming picked out a bamboo sword that was heavier than the others and weighed it in his hand. "Just make sure they wear protective gear."

… … It was so straightforward that it was frustrating.

The third-year minister froze, then smiled bitterly.

He was saying that the entire Imperial Light Kendo didn't even have the qualifications to let her wear protective gear.

However, Sanchū Ming was telling the truth.

He looked at Sanchū Ming, then looked at the student council president, Akashiji Seijuro, then silently bowed and left.

"This is already the sixth school to contact me … … What are their coaches doing?" Sanchū Ming complained as she combed her hair and reached into her pocket.

"Ah … … A headband."

She had forgotten that she had given the headband to the girl in the supermarket yesterday.

"Here." Akaji took off a headband from his wrist.

Wearing a headband on his wrist was a habit that Akaji had developed since he met Sanchū Ming.

Sanchū Ming had been a little muddle-headed in her daily life since she was young. She would lose one of her headbands every day. It was only after Akaji took her to buy a few beautiful headbands that this habit of hers was alleviated.

According to Sanchū Ming, the headbands that Akaji bought were too beautiful, and they didn't have the same style. They were wrapped around the head, the hands, the neck, the legs … … They were all very beautiful, so every single one of them had to be carefully preserved.

Sanchū Ming started to stop throwing headbands, but Akaji still wore one on his wrist.

Even after Sanchū Ming went to Miyagi Prefecture, this habit didn't change.

The basketball club members all thought that headbands were prepared for Atsushi Shihara with long hair.

Only two people knew that Akaji's headband had an owner.

"You still haven't changed this habit." Sanchū Ming naturally took it and neatly combed up her long blonde hair.

"You're the one who always forgets."

As long as Akaji met Sanchū Ming, he was full of self-restraint, self-restraint, and neither arrogance nor impatience. All that was left was helplessness.

He was still the same Sanchū Ming as before, which made Akaji, who was reserved and somewhat nostalgic, feel very comfortable.

"Bring your own backups."

Although he was very happy, Akaji didn't show it on his face, and his tone was a little reproachful.

"Isn't Seijuro here?"

Sanchū Ming waved her hand, exaggeratedly drawing a circle with her right foot behind her left foot. Her right hand was placed in front of her chest, and her left hand was behind her back. She gave Akaji a gentleman's salute.

"I offer you victory."

She said with a smile.

"… … I say, Midori, is that really Akaji?

Could he have been possessed? "

"Lord Qingfeng's imagination is unexpectedly rich."

"So that headband has an owner … how romantic!" Ryota Hwang Se poked Momoi. "What do you think, Momoi?"

"What do you think …?" Momoi looked at the harmonious atmosphere between the two of them.

"… They have such a good relationship."

Even though they had such different personalities … they were two completely different people.

"Your reactions are too slow!"

"One book!

Attacking the face is effective! "

"Full of openings!"

"Two books!

Attacking the abdomen is effective! "

"No need to shout points!

Just watch from the side!

That's the standard sliding step!

Don't wipe the floor!

"What's going on!?

Did you fall asleep during explosive training!?

"Feet!

Feet start moving!