At nighttime,
The cold moon of the night cast its glow, painting everything on the ground with a layer of bright silver.
After dinner, in the small courtyard outside the Hanamaru family living room.
Hanamaru Hanabi sat on a small wooden platform outside the living room, the orange-yellow light from inside shining through the glass door, illuminating her back. Her fair legs swung in the air.
The clattering sounds of dishes being washed could still be heard from inside. She looked at the two people wielding swords on the grass ahead, resting her small hands on her legs, clasping them together.
Her expression was both serious and somewhat curious.
Pa! Pa!
The sound of bamboo swords clashing constantly vibrated the air around, creating noise.
Uesugi Sakura and Hanamaru Hiroki simultaneously gripped their bamboo swords tightly, jumping back a step together.
Hanamaru Hiroki had his gaze fixed on Uesugi Sakura's serious expression and asked with a frown:
