Nen users starting from Highschool of the Dead

Despite recognizing her strong violent tendencies and feeling inferior because of them, Saeko Busujima never engaged in any self-deprecating behavior.

On the contrary, she is very virtuous and self-disciplined in her daily life, and she is constantly trying to learn to be like a woman of the Yamato Nadeshiko type.

But now, this bastard's behavior has undoubtedly crossed her bottom line.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Saeko Busujima screamed inwardly at the person who had committed such a blasphemous act against her.

At this moment, instead of suppressing her murderous intent as usual, she did not choose to do so.

Instead, he allowed the murderous intent in his heart to spread.

"Die!"

Saeko Busujima's arm, gripping the white oak sword, tensed, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, as she swung the sword again at the enemy before her.

This strike was faster than the previous one, and its power was far greater.

Fueled by Saeko Busujima's rage and murderous intent, this strike was incredibly sharp.

Judging from its sheer presence, it has already come very close to the highest level of swordsmanship, the realm of cutting through iron.

A slash diagonally from the upper right to the lower left.

If this strike hits, there's no doubt it will cleanly slice the opponent in two.

Even though Saeko Busujima was only using an ordinary white oak knife that she usually used for training.

The man in black seemed to have anticipated this, taking a step back and avoiding the sharp edge of the white oak knife.

"Um?"

Saeko Busujima raised her head and looked at the enemy not far away with murderous eyes, as if she did not expect that the other party could dodge her attack.

Without thinking much, she suddenly exerted force with her feet, and the air wave she created pushed the dust on the ground around her like waves, as if she wanted to crush the paving stones.

He charged toward the enemy like a cannonball.

Since one strike fails, then let's try another, ten more, a hundred more...

Until the other party is killed!

Saeko Busujima had assumed that her opponent would dodge her attack with speed, just like before.

But then they saw the man in black raise his hand, and a white oak knife of the same style appeared out of thin air.

The man in black reached out and grasped the white oak knife, holding it horizontally in front of him.

Is it a superpower? Or is it the use of some kind of high-tech technology that she is unaware of?

Regardless, at least for her, it's a good thing that her opponent is willing to pick up a weapon and compete with her in swordsmanship.

Because Saeko Busujima has absolute confidence in her swordsmanship.

This confidence doesn't stem from her having won the national kendo championship twice, but from earning the title of master of the Busujima-ryu style, witnessed by her own dojo.

Simply put, it means that he has completely mastered all the sword techniques of the Busujima style and reached a perfect level.

If it weren't for her being a woman, with her swordsmanship skills, she could have inherited her family's kendo dojo long ago.

Saeko Busujima was radiating a terrifying killing intent from head to toe. With this murderous aura, she transformed into a venomous snake with its gaping maw ready to devour its prey.

The white oak knife in her hand was the sharpest fang in the snake's mouth.

Soon, the two white oak knives clashed together.

Snapped!

Like a collision between Mars and Earth, a powerful impact emanated from where the two white oak swords clashed.

If these two knives weren't made of wood instead of metal, they would definitely be able to produce a spark more dazzling than a flint in the dead of night.

"uh-huh!"

Saeko Busujima grunted; her opponent's strength was far greater than she had imagined.

The powerful reaction force from the blade made her hand ache.

On the other hand, the opponent did not even change his position after blocking her attack.

This suited her perfectly.

The inability to achieve a decisive victory proves that the opponent is a valuable adversary.

Besides, women are inherently weaker than men, so if they can't compete in strength, they can at least compete in swordsmanship.

Saeko Busujima changed the position of her hands when holding the hilt of the knife, shifting the main point of force to her left hand, which was in better condition.

They immediately launched another attack on the men in black.

This attack was not as powerful as the previous one; in fact, it was somewhat less forceful.

Each time an attack was blocked, he immediately changed his attack position, freely displaying the Poison Island Style swordsmanship he knew.

Saeko Busujima's sword strikes rained down on the man in black like a storm.

Under such a barrage of attacks, the man in black was like a small boat in a storm, blocking every attack Saeko Busujima made with her long sword.

Half an hour later...

"Is this guy a monster?"

Saeko Busujima held the white oak sword beneath her to support her exhausted body, her eyes also filled with weariness.

Large beads of sweat slid down her forehead, but she had no energy to wipe them away.

The intense battle that lasted for more than half an hour had already drained the last bit of energy from the girl's body.

If she hadn't practiced kendo from a young age, learned how to allocate her stamina effectively, and possessed the unique breathing technique of the Busujima-ryu school of swordsmanship that helped her sustain herself in battle...

For an average person, being able to fight a series of blows in the air for a few minutes without getting out of breath is considered quite good.

Not to mention, it's like engaging in high-intensity combat for more than half an hour straight.

But the guy in front of me is a monster.

Not only did it fight itself for more than half an hour, but it also only defended and did not attack the whole time, making its defense watertight, just like a cat playing with a mouse.

Even now, with his own strength completely exhausted, the other person stands there as if nothing has happened, completely unfazed.

We can't win, we simply can't win.

Faced with such a monster, the girl saw absolutely no possibility of killing it.

However, being able to give it your all and have a thoroughly enjoyable battle before you die is not bad either.

With her last ounce of strength, Saeko Busujima gripped the white oak sword in her hand and pointed it at her heart.

She couldn't bear the thought of being defiled by someone in the future.

So she was going to use the last of her strength to die.

Perhaps the white oak knife wasn't very sharp, but if she could avoid the ribs that protect her heart, and if she was fast enough, she could definitely commit suicide successfully.

However, when she pressed the knife tip against her chest, she found that no matter how hard she tried, the knife tip in her hand could not be pushed any further.

"What?"

Saeko Busujima looked up and saw the man in black gripping the blade tightly, stopping the tip from advancing.

The man in black did not answer, but instead used his other hand to lift the hood of his head and remove the mask he was wearing, revealing the true face that he had been hiding.

The man had short, neat black hair and a pair of deep black eyes.

In summary, this man has an extremely good model.

"Su... Su Yan, junior? How... how could it be you?"

Seeing the man reveal his true colors before her, Saeko Busujima's pupils dilated in shock, her face filled with disbelief.

It has been said that one should not encounter too many amazing people when one is young, otherwise everyone one meets in the rest of one's life will become a compromise.

The man named Su Yan in front of her was like a white moonlight in the girl's heart.