At the end of his first grade, Keigo Atobe cried as he parted with his younger brother, whom he had grown up with.

Although Shinichi Atobe and Grandpa Atobe were somewhat reluctant, they could not resist their stubborn little son/grandson and chose to let go.

It seems that parents in the world will never be able to change their minds about their children who are determined and refuse to turn back.

After all, everyone has witnessed how much Atobe Kagemitsu has paid in order to become a disciple this year. If it could have been stopped, it would have been stopped long ago.

Saori Atobe and her grandmother could only worriedly pack various things that they thought might be useful for Jingguang, including universal bank cards and credit cards from all over the world. As for the phone, Atobe's mother took out the mobile phone that she had prepared a few months ago.

Even though the box was filled to the brim, Atobe Kagemitsu did not refuse.

However, Shinichi Atobe has ordered his communications company to speed up the development of a smaller mobile phone, and I heard that the results will soon be available. Once the results are available, I will get one for Kagemitsu!

No matter what, use it for your family first!

"Jingguang..." Is it okay not to go?

Atobe Keigo hugged his brother tightly, his eyes red and swollen, and said softly,

Then he swallowed the rest of the words.

Atobe Kagemitsu felt the sadness and uneasiness in his brother's heart. He looked at his brother seriously and said:

"Brother, I like this. Besides, when I was in the forest, I secretly made up my mind to become someone who can protect you and improve myself. Don't worry, I will not fall behind in martial arts and tennis training. Besides, don't I have two months to come back every year? I will definitely come back soon. When I finish my studies with the old man, I won't have to go out for so long anymore!"

Atobe Keigo could only nod in agreement, and worriedly forced out a "smile" that was so ugly that it didn't look like a smile at all, and said with a choked throat: "Remember...remember to think of me, think of us, and also, protect yourself, Keimitsu."

Jingguang nodded seriously.

Then he looked at his father, mother, grandparents, and said with a smile: "Brother, father, mother, grandparents, I'm leaving."

With everyone's reluctance, Atobe Kagemitsu left the place where he had lived for three years and headed for the airport.

London Airport.

11:45.

Mr. Hua, whose real name is Huashan, is nearly 70 years old, but he looks as vigorous as a man in his 50s or 60s.

He is the heir to a family of traditional Chinese medicine in the Guanzhong area of ​​Shaanxi Province, China, and grew up in that ancient capital city of 13 dynasties.

During the turbulent times, the whole family went to the front line to practice medicine and save lives. Dozens of Mr. Hua's brothers, nephews, and even younger brothers and sisters died in the war. When the war ended, of the huge family, only Mr. Hua, who was only 21 years old at the time, survived alone, with the burned-down old house and half a room of medical books.

Later, due to domestic unrest, a leader he had rescued secretly sent him abroad.

He traveled around the world and took in students with whom he was destined to be his disciples. It was also fate that he later met several children from China. After observing them, he felt that they had kind personalities, so he took them in as his disciples and taught them medical skills.