Infinite Dimensional Conquest

"The boy who came to the hospital before?"

At this moment, he recalled the few days ago, when he just woke up from a coma, among those people in the ward, there was the boy she mentioned.

At first, after hearing about the cause and effect, he was happy for his daughter to meet these classmates and friends, and to be so enthusiastic to help her.

He was very satisfied to be able to open his eyes again and look at his daughter again.

As for regaining the dojo, Aya Tsuji Kaito didn't mention it. In fact, he did not resent the Kurashiki Tibetans, and he also heard about the strength of his daughter.

It is impossible to beat that genius.

In fact, these are not important to him. He just wants to make up for the two years of debt as a father. She can imagine how she has spent these two years.

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"Ayase, you really like that boy!"

"Dad what did you say..."

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it, I can hear it from your tone."

"..."

"He's too dazzling, and the women around him are too good. In comparison, I really..." Ayatsuji Ayase lowered her tone.

Compared to those outstanding girls, she seems too ordinary, not of an order of magnitude at all, and her sense of inferiority is irresistibly raised.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"There are important things that you have to strive for yourself, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life. No matter what choice you make, I will support you!"

"For those nobles, high-ranking people, and powerful people, monogamy is just..."

"..."

"..."

...

Outside the dojo, the father and daughter were talking.

Perhaps, it was because of helping her casually these days that she gained a good impression, or perhaps it was the influence of the blessing of Tianyin Zinoemiya.

All in all, things are moving in a certain direction.

Inadvertently inserting willows and willows to form shade, this is probably the feeling. In fact, Tianchen didn't deliberately attack her at all, it was all natural.

Well, it feels a bit cheap and good-looking.

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Don't talk outside, go back to the dojo.

"Eh--!!"

"Very nice painting!"

"As expected of a world-famous painter, will just now..."

Sarah continued to paint. In the painting, a young man with a holy lightsaber defeated the enemy. Well, the depiction of the enemy is a bit grim and abstract.

"Some religious painting style!"

In fact, it completely demonized the Kurashiki Tibetans.

Before she knew it, in addition to fulfilling her father's last wish, Sarah added another one, constantly depicting the teenager around her.

It's like biographies of religious figures and comic strips, drawn one by one. She doesn't hate this kind of life.

Slowly, some indulge in it.

As for Rebellion, if someone hadn't contacted her regularly, she would have even forgotten her original plan. In fact, she was not interested at all.

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"The painting can be appreciated later, it's not too late now!"

"Although the main purpose is to regain the dojo, today's swordsmanship competition..." Stella looked at the black-body pearl Shizuku, and the two looked at each other, as if there was a flash of electricity.

The kicking hall ended quickly, it was only after three o'clock, and it was still early before dark.

"That's right!"

"This time with the big-breasted princess, we must definitely decide the winner!"

Kuro Tiezhu Shizuku responded without showing weakness, having said that, she still has a lot of resentment towards something.

Hearing this, Stella wrapped her arms around her hands and stared at somewhere in Shizuku like a provocation.

"..."

These two have always been a little bit against each other, and they didn't want to lose to each other, and they would bicker with each other whenever they had the chance.

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After a while, Ayatsuji Aase, who went out to make a phone call, also came back.

"In the future, I'm going to harass!"

"Please don't be polite!"

"If you don't have seniors and everyone, it's still a long way to go to regain the dojo..." Ayatsuji Ayase shook her head, looking at Tianchen a little embarrassed.

Tian Chen felt this subtle change, but didn't say anything.

"Sorry, there are no disciples to help take care of it now..."

Ayatsuji Ayase glanced at the messy dojo, and said helplessly, the former students are naturally long gone.

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Hearing this, the black iron bead Shizuku condensed a stream of water, rinsed the dojo floor, washed away the splattered blood, and then evaporated the water.

"That's enough!"

The two held a wooden sword in each hand, and they did not have the ability to use it, so they directly competed in simple swordsmanship.

Chapter 0043 Strict Blockade