The next day.
Hinatsuru Ai drowsily opened her eyes.
(๑-﹏-๑)
Her long brown hair was slightly ssy after a night's sleep.
Only the ahoge on her head remained full of energy, gently swaying.
Rubbing her eyes, Hinatsuru Ai sat up, preparing to wash her face.
But just as she lifted the blanket—
She discovered a large brocade pouch placed beside her pillow.
At first, Hinatsuru Ai was slightly startled.
Then, anticipation filled her face.
(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Opening the brocade pouch, inside was a folding fan.
She pulled the fan out, her fingers gently caressing the fra—
Then, little by little, she unfolded it.
The fan's surface gradually spread open before her eyes.
There were only two simple characters: "Jing Hong."
(note: google: ans a startled wild goose. It is used to describe the graceful figure of a beautiful woman. It is also used to refer to a beautiful woman or an old love who has a graceful figure.)
In the corner was Yukima Azuma's signature.
The strokes were bold and decisive, no less than those of a calligraphy master.
After all, these were Kanji characters.
As long as it wasn't written in Katakana, perhaps there was no one in all of Tokyo who could write Kanji more beautifully than Yukima Azuma.
Hinatsuru Ai stared intently at the two characters "Jing Hong," flowing like soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes.
A smile gradually beca uncontrollable.
A joyful cheer rang out from her room.
At that mont, Yukima Azuma had just returned from his morning run.
Hearing Hinatsuru Ai's delighted laughter, Yukima Azuma smiled slightly.
In fact, he had spent a long ti deciding what to write on the fan for Hinatsuru Ai.
Most shogi players wrote their personal aspirations on their fans.
Or words of self-reminder.
But Yukima Azuma felt that it wasn't necessary.
Hinatsuru Ai, at this mont, lacked neither courage nor confidence.
She would undoubtedly shine.
Her future would be a broad and boundless path.
So what was there to remind her of?
As for wishes, although Yukima Azuma was Hinatsuru Ai's master,
Such aspirations were best left for her to contemplate herself.
After much thought, Yukima Azuma ultimately decided to gift Hinatsuru Ai with a blessing of "Jing Hong."
Her future would be a dazzling spectacle, like a soaring crimson bird.
Retracting his gaze, Yukima Azuma stretched.
Lately, his morning runs seed to have little effect on him anymore.
Even after extending his running distance,
There was still no notification of an increase in stamina.
After his physical attribute reached eight points,
Yukima Azuma's physique had a small breakthrough.
Now, it seed that regular exercise was becoming ineffective for further enhancent.
Level seven skills were a milestone.
And for attributes, it seed that eight points was the threshold.
Even though he had hit a bottleneck, Yukima Azuma wasn't too concerned.
If he couldn't break through, so be it.
It wasn't like he had any plans to compete in the Olympics or anything.
If there was still no progress after a few more days,
Then there would be no need for him to continue morning training.
After all, stamina and physique were provided by the system; they wouldn't degrade just because he stopped training.
That was one of the greatest advantages of the system.
Whether skills or attributes—
Once acquired, they would never deteriorate over ti just because of a lack of practice.
Just as Yukima Azuma was about to return to his room to change,
Suddenly, a door in the hallway swung open.
Yukima Azuma looked over and then smiled, waving his hand.
"Ginko-senpai, good morning!"
Sora Ginko was still wearing her adorable sky-blue pajamas at this mont.
Upon seeing Yukima Azuma, she instinctively lowered her head, her gaze shifting downward.
(>/////< )
Her left hand grasped her right wrist.
On her wrist was a deep blue bracelet.
It seed to be woven from silver threads, with a small gemstone inlaid in gold as its centerpiece.
Overall, it resembled a miniature crown.
The gemstone was like the jewel adorning that crown.
This bracelet, of course, was a gift from Yukima Azuma.
Having carefully chosen a present for his disciple,
It was only natural that Yukima Azuma wouldn't play favorites and forget about his Ginko.
Her fingers gently brushed over the gemstone, ward by her body heat.
The tension in her heart from her upcoming match suddenly eased.
All anxiety vanished completely, leaving only a lingering sweetness.
"I... I really like it."
(づ>/////
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