In spring, Tokyo is filled with a peaceful and warm atmosphere. It is the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The warm wind blows, and the beautiful eight-fold cherry blossoms dance with the wind, doing their best to dance the most brilliant part of life in the air.

Like crimson clouds in the sky, soft, light and easy-going...

Bathed in the coolness after the spring rain, the sun breaks through the clouds and forms a ray of light, golden and dazzling. A rainbow looms in the sky, and everything looks so pure and transparent.

A beautiful young man wearing a dark blue embossed straight coat, holding a wooden sword in his hand, looking at his opponent arrogantly, his obsidian eyes set in a flawless face, his eyebrows resolute, as deep as sculptures, and his perfect lip shape

A confident smile was outlined, like cherry blossoms blooming on his lips. He was obviously young, but his eyes were bottomless, with an icy coldness in them that seemed to be able to freeze everything.

He held the wooden sword with both hands and slashed hard at the boy opposite. The boy tried to block him, but his figure was obviously unstable. He increased his strength and the sword blade was already pressed against the opponent's throat. If this happened

If it was a real samurai sword, the head might have been cut off at this time.

The opponent avoided the side and prepared to attack from the side. He avoided it flexibly and attacked directly without saying a word. His swordsmanship was very tricky and seemed to be a combination of traditional Japanese ninjutsu, but it would not hurt himself, but it would not hurt him.

Leave any chance for your opponent to breathe, press forward step by step, and strive to kill him with one move.

The wooden swords in the hands of the two people intersected in the dojo, cutting the scattered sunlight into pieces again and again.

This is a swordsmanship competition comparable to world-class level. There is no blood and no killing intention. It only uses technology to deprive you of your sight...

In the end, the young man couldn't hold on any longer and raised his hands to admit defeat.

There was no trace of the joy of victory in his cold eyes. He stretched out his hand lightly and pulled the fallen boy up from the ground.

"Sweet, I don't want to practice swordsmanship with you anymore. You are completely cruel and leave no room for error. Fortunately, this is not a real gun, otherwise I would not be able to withstand it at all!" The young man straightened his straight clothes and said:

He was complaining, but there was deep appreciation for him in his eyes.

Even he, the winner of the National Swordsmanship Championship, had to surrender in front of Sou. I should be glad that he never participated, otherwise the Japanese swordsmanship competition would be a new world.

Shu said nothing, silently wiping the wooden sword, and the petals of the eight-fold cherry blossom fell gently on his shoulders. In the sunlight, his facial features became more and more exquisite, and the golden light did not overwhelm the scene at all, as if he was more beautiful than the sun.

More dazzling...

"Master, the old lady is here." A young man gently opened the door of the dojo and said respectfully.

Shu threw the wooden sword in his hand into the boy's hand, stood up and walked straight out of the dojo.

Standing outside the door was a lady with luxurious clothes and good temperament. She had a very similar appearance to Shu. Time had not dissipated her youthfulness, and her charm was still the same as before. However, her eyes had been washed by time and had become...

Overcome the vicissitudes of life.

The iceberg face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years actually showed a rare smile after seeing his mother. He saluted and called out in a deep voice: "Mother!"

His mother turned back, with tender emotions in her eyes, but her words were filled with incomprehensible majesty. She said in a deep voice: "Rose, from today on, you are Miyamoto Hyuk!"

He looked at his mother puzzled.

She looked at him, her eyes full of pride and relief.

"Shu, the Minamoto family has been secretly training you for sixteen years. As the most powerful noble in Japan, the Minamoto family has many people eyeing its heir, but remember, you are the only heir. In your status

Before going public is a critical period

, it is too dangerous for you to continue to stay in Japan!" She said earnestly, and then sighed, as if she had made a great determination, "Tomorrow, I will send you to country C, remember, no

As a last resort, your identity must not be revealed!"

"Country C!" He raised his head in surprise.

His mother looked at him lovingly: "Yes, the girl you have been looking for is in country C!"

"Mother, do you agree with us..." A trace of doubt flashed across his stern face.

"I don't want the grievances of my fathers to be transferred to you and cause regrets to my son again." The mother turned her back to him and looked up at the brilliantly blooming cherry blossoms in trance. She turned her head with a strange look in her eyes.

"But I can't guarantee whether she still remembers you. Another thing is that you can't reveal your identity in front of her! Are you ready? Miyamoto Hyuk!"

Shu looked at his mother's firm gaze and nodded heavily.

I remember this name clearly in my heart: Miyamoto Hyuk...

Starting from tomorrow, he is no longer Qinghe Gensou, he has a new name - Miyamoto Hyuk!

After thinking for a while, a soft smile appeared on his stern face.

Country c...is her country!

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Chapter completed!