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When she was sure that Sasaki would no longer react to her small movements, Sakura Miyajima slowly leaned forward with her small feet and made the same tentative movements as before.

Then the soles of his feet exerted force, and he suddenly leaned sideways and disappeared from Sasaki's sight.

Listening to the gentle whistling of the wind behind him, Sasaki, who was standing on the spot, turned around and slashed without thinking.

Chapter 92 Have you had enough trouble?

Facing Sasaki, he turned around and slashed with his sword.

Sakura Miyajima, who had anticipated his reaction, retracted her feint to lure him to attack, strode into the blind spot of his vision, and stabbed towards his masked neck.

Sensing the stab coming from his left rear, Sasaki flipped his wrist and tilted his waist back to avoid her attack.

He ignored the bamboo sword that passed through his mask.

The bamboo sword held in Sasaki's right hand drew a bamboo-yellow semicircle in front of him and slashed towards Sakura Miyajima, who was exposed in the field of vision.

Miyajima Sakura, who still maintains the thrusting posture, has two options. One is to be hard-headed, and exchange one for the other.She

Sasaki would hit her left shoulder and he could stab his right elbow.

However, based on the strength comparison between the two sides, the consequences of this one-for-one exchange may not be cost-effective.

The second is to be more cautious and avoid his attacks while you can still retreat.

But if he does this, he will definitely be more cautious when facing his own attacks in the future.

And considering the physical strength issues between men and women, and the physical exhaustion of his constant feint attacks... and the "Swallow Return" he didn't use

Miyajima Sakura, who thought about the pros and cons in an instant, and wanted to beat Sasaki to "remnant blood", did not change her forward thrust.

He just put his left elbow down and made a blocking gesture.

Snapped--

Indole——

The bamboo sword hit her left forearm through the arm guard, and she felt a slight numbness. Miyajima Sakura subconsciously looked up at Sasaki.

Knowing that he felt sorry for her, she subconsciously withdrew her strength, but the result was that Sakura Miyajima was unable to retreat smoothly according to the force he exerted.

And to make matters worse, the bamboo knife he stabbed out was caught in his arm.

Just when Sakura Miyajima was trying hard to pull out the bamboo sword, Sasaki suddenly let go of the bamboo sword held in the crook of his arm.

? !

Pulling out the loneliness, Miyajima Sakura was shocked, but her body leaned back involuntarily.

In order to prevent the students around her from seeing her falling to the ground like a child, Sakura Miyajima's delicate pink heels hit the wooden training ground, making a subtle 'dong-dong' sound.

Before she could regain her balance, Sasaki, who had long expected what would happen, rushed forward, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at Miyajima Sakura.

"mean!"

The male student who was watching the fight between the two and deeply admired Sakura Miyajima couldn't help but muttered.

As Miyajima-senpai's fiancé, they were just sparring...and actually didn't hold back at all...

There is no trace of gentlemanliness at all, how could Miyajima-senpai fall in love with such a person?

If it were me, I would definitely...

I don't know the anger and dissatisfaction in the hearts of the male students watching the battle.

Miyajima Sakura was not angry at Sasaki's series of actions.

In a battle between warriors, any act of letting go will be regarded as looking down on the other party.

She started practicing swordplay when she was seven years old, and it has been 11 years now.

Over the years, she has defeated countless opponents and received countless praises and honors.

When did she, the descendant of Miyajima Ryu, need others to help her in order to win against others?

If Sasaki really made her realize that he was cheating, she would definitely do it!Must...must ignore him for a long time.

I don't know what Sakura Miyajima is thinking.

Sasaki watched her slightly embarrassed sideways to avoid his vertical chop, and after appraising the distance between the two parties in his mind, he immediately took a step back, bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, held the knife on the right side with both hands, and posed A somewhat strange gesture.

"Sakura, enough trouble."

Miyajima Sakura smiled at Miyajima Sakura, whose pupils suddenly shrank, and she obviously knew what she was going to do. After Sasaki teased him lightly, he leaned forward and swung his sword.

Seeing Sasaki's bamboo sword preparing to cut forward, Miyajima Sakura, whose mother had a deep understanding of this move, had never thought of how to deal with this legendary sword skill.

After all, I have never experienced it personally. I only heard my mother's shocking words saying that it was weird and impossible to avoid.

These adjectives really couldn't provide her with effective help.

However, unlike her mother who was killed by Chumi, Miyajima Sakura, who had long known that he knew this trick, could not find a way to break it, but she was not caught off guard.

Just when she was about to raise the knife to catch him, she saw Sasaki leaning forward, and she suddenly thought of his action of taking a step back just now.

'Do you think the distance is too close? '

I don’t know if this is a way to deal with the "Yan Return".

But when Sasaki was about to swing his sword, Sakura Miyajima, who didn't know how to deal with it, had no other choice.

The small and delicate feet, which are as white as jade, are lifted slightly, and the five white and tender toes that are exposed to the air and resemble milk-flavored jelly beans are slightly tightened due to the upward force of the plump thighs.

Following a piece of light pink soles, like cherry blossoms falling to the ground, they stepped on the cold and smooth wooden floor.

Sakura Miyajima leaned forward and strode forward, holding the knife in both hands on the right side of her body, facing Sasaki's sharp eyes.

Under the pressure from Sasaki, when she was doubting whether her move was correct, Miyajima Sakura, who was looking at him, was keenly aware of a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The surprise seemed to be because of her actions, or it seemed to be because of...

Before Miyajima Sakura could think about it, she saw Sasaki frowning under the mask and swinging the blade.

The vision in front of him suddenly darkened.

A line glowing with bamboo yellow light in the darkness gradually enlarged in Miyajima Sakura's field of vision.

The doubts that were rising in her heart had not yet been answered. What her mother had told her, the feeling of facing "Swallow Return" emerged in her heart, which made Miyajima Sakura's scalp numb and she hurriedly swung her bamboo sword.

But the place where she swung the sword was not on the left or above where the blade struck, but on the right.

Because her mother said that when she faced "Yan Hui" at that time, she had no time to block it, and could only watch helplessly as one after another of bamboo-yellow sword lights appeared in her field of vision.

After asking her mother about the order in which the sword lights appeared, and knowing that she could not block all the sword lights with her own ability, Miyajima Sakura could only place a bet on the direction in which the sword lights would appear last.

Just as she expected, at the moment she swung her sword to cut, a bamboo-yellow 'thread' that appeared at an unknown time suddenly appeared above her head.

When she saw it, she felt the force coming from the left side and the top of her head at almost the same time.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

Three indistinguishable crackling sounds echoed in Miyajima Sakura's ears.

When her vision recovered, what she saw before her was that Sasaki's bamboo sword struck her mask, and her bamboo sword struck his left shoulder.

She blinked with a cute expression that didn't match her cold and stern eyebrows. Before Miyajima Sakura even let out a breath, she saw Sasaki standing with her sword put away, ready to bend down, apparently wanting to bow to herself.

Because in this competition, except for the way to win, there were no rules about the kendo competition, which made Miyajima Sakura, who was slightly calmer, forget to bow.

Secretly annoyed at her rudeness, Miyajima Sakura imitated Sasaki's movements, simply bent down and bowed, and then prepared to straighten up.

But before she could make a move, she saw a pair of feet that were very wide compared to herself appeared in front of her.

Recognizing that the feet belonged to Sasaki, Miyajima Sakura was about to raise her head when she heard Sasaki say:

"Don't move yet while I take off your mask."

After taking off the hood, Sakura Miyajima, who had long blue hair wrapped in a white scarf, took off her arm guards and was about to raise her hand to wipe the sweat on her temples and forehead.

He saw Sasaki standing in front of him and took a few steps, and then Miyajima Sakura was hugged into his arms.

Ok?

As soon as doubts arose in her mind, Miyajima Sakura remembered the bet she had made before.

Knowing that Sasaki wanted to ask for a bet here with everyone watching, Sakura Miyajima's pretty face, which was slightly red from wearing a hood, turned even redder.

Because she was wearing protective gear, Sakura Miyajima didn't feel anything special when she was held in her arms.

But thinking about the actions Sasaki was about to perform and the warm smell of sweat escaping from the opponent's body, she felt as if she was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and standing under the midsummer sun. The heat made her dizzy.

Feel the eyes around you that are as bright and burning as candles.

Miyajima Sakura raised her rosy face, which was also dripping with sweat, and said to Sasaki in a weak tone that was completely opposite to before:

"That kind of thing...can't be done here~"

While talking, Sakura Miyajima gently pushed Sasaki with her soft red and white hands.

He didn't pay attention to her push, which was not as strong as a cat's step.

Sasaki looked down at her face, which was as red as a ripe tomato and dripping with sweat.

He couldn't help but raise his hand, holding her soft and warm palm-sized delicate and pretty face, and used his thenar muscles to squeeze the soft and greasy face like a candy egg.

"It's okay~because I won~"

As he spoke, Sasaki looked at the beautiful lines clearly visible on the moist lips and slowly lowered his head.

"No, you didn't..."

? !

"Uh~huh~?"

The fiery breath that hit her face burned Miyajima Sakura's already sparkling eyes, making those beautiful eyes like iris become covered with a layer of hazy mist.

The words that he had not yet finished were tightly shut into his mouth.

Feeling dizzy, as if the soul had been sucked out of her head, Miyajima Sakura lay in Sasaki's arms like a boneless fish.

Didn't know about the bet between the two.

Looking at the two people hugging each other and being intimate, Kobayashi Ayaka opened her eyes with sparkling starlight, covered her small mouth with both hands in joy and disbelief, and murmured:

"Sakura~Sakura is really bold~"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!!"

Unlike Kobayashi Ayaka and other girls who were envious of the two, the boys sitting next to the training ground let out cries of disillusionment.

Listening to the noise in my ears.

Miyajima Sakura blinked in confusion. As her soul drifted back, she understood what had happened. She couldn't push Sasaki hard enough to embarrass him. She could only frown and use her watery lips pitifully. Big eyes looked at him.

I knew that continuing this would make Miyajima Sakura disgusted.

Sasaki took a step back, cut off the silver thread connecting the two of them, and looked at the pink-cheeked kendo girl with a smile:

"I'll hug you later. There are too many people now."

Trapped by the education she received, Miyajima Sakura couldn't say anything to complain about him.

But the first half of his sentence was obviously wrong, so Miyajima Sakura subconsciously retorted:

"Well, it wasn't just now..."

"It was a kiss~ but I didn't hug you."

"You didn't feel anything, right?"

Knocking on the protective gear on his body, Sasaki smiled like a greedy and cunning fox, fooling the kendo girl who was not good at words and could not sophistry.

"That's good, but it shouldn't be calculated like that."

"Then how should it be calculated? If it is separated by protective gear, isn't it the same as not being hugged?"

Knowing that she couldn't compete with Sasaki on this matter, Sakura Miyajima, who was respectful and disciplined, tried to use other methods to make Sasaki give up the idea of ​​taking advantage of her again.

She didn't object to Sasaki getting close to her.

She just subconsciously felt that Sasaki would not be so simply satisfied with a hug.