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"Is it possible? I've seen people from the Kendo Club not wearing protective gear when it's too hot. But it's very dangerous. You don't want to wear protective gear that has been used by others, do you?"

Senior Sister with a Bow Tie shook her head left and right, looked around, and finally found out what Xing Yuanhui was looking at.

"Isn't that human nature? Senior, would you like to be wrapped in a sweat-filled device?"

Xing Yuanhui looked at the protective gear he took off with disgust. God knows how many people had used this thing today.

"It's true, but it's very dangerous..."

Even though it is made of bamboo, a bamboo sword weighs 500 grams. It will still be very painful when it hits the arm, and bruises are inevitable.

"It's okay." Xing Yuanhui pulled up his sleeves and exerted force to tense his lean and powerful muscles. "Don't look at me like this. I grew up by the sea. I've been fishing since I was a child. A little bump won't matter."

This is a system-given hack. Even though it will break your skin and cause bruises if you use it to rub concrete, it will only take an hour. When you look at the wound again, you will find that there is no trace at all, and it may even be soft to the touch.

The boy at the beach was the type who wore clothes that made him look thin, and the school uniform of Shuchiin was not tight-fitting. Under the loose clothes, Xing Yuanhui's figure given by God (the system) was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Regardless of whether they can break through Xing Yuanhui's defense, if they can bypass Xing Yuanhui's block and hit him, they won't be able to solve the problem of breaking the defense, right?

"Well, it looks like he has the real stuff." Senior sister with butterfly knot came forward and poked Xing Yuanhui's arm a few times with her index finger. She thought about putting on the protective gear that she had just seen and was still dripping with sweat, and her hair stood on end and she got goose bumps.

She empathized and said, "Is it really okay?"

Seeing Xing Yuanhui nodded with an awkward look on his face, she walked to the place deep in the dojo where the members of the kendo club were sitting together, and proposed Xing Yuanhui's idea to Xiaodao.

Anyway, it's just an experience. If you don't want to wear this, then don't wear it. If it doesn't work, then wait until next time when you have clean protective gear.

Fujiwara Chika didn't think it was a big deal. If she put herself in their shoes, she wouldn't want to wear such a thing. And if someone said such a thing, they wouldn't be interested in the Kendo Club. So she could just give it a try. Both sides could just relax and fight without protective gear.

Playing and joking aside, Senior Sister Butterfly still attaches great importance to the experience that the club trip gives Xing Yuanhui.

After all, I, Fujiwara Chika, am not some cancer of the earth who likes to make fun of others, right?

"Um, Kojima-san, can you go on stage without protective gear?" Fujiwara Chika scratched her head and approached Kojima with an embarrassed look, "Just like in the comics, just exchange a few quick moves."

“…Fujiwara, you should know that sparring is dangerous, right? Wearing protective gear is not only a matter of etiquette, but also a matter of safety.” Kojima reminded calmly.

Suddenly he changed the subject and asked, "Is Xing Yuanhui someone of yours? Why are you helping him like this?"

"He's just a junior who we get along well with. He can't be considered a helper." Fujiwara Chika smiled and continued to ask the original question, "So you agreed? Not to wear protective gear."

"If you don't want to wear it, then don't wear it." Kojima agreed readily because he himself would sometimes go into battle lightly because he found it troublesome or too hot to wear protective gear. For this reason, he had many arguments with his pretentious seniors in his first year.

Although he has already "optimized" the people in the ministry as the minister and is not so strict about the regulations, he is not interested in using these dogmas as a token of authority to do things his way.

But he still confirmed it again and said, "It's OK for Xing Yuanhui to know the risks of not wearing protective gear. I have no problem with him not stumbling around and talking nonsense when he gets beaten on the court."

"Of course, don't underestimate him, Kojima-san. He drove all the way south from Aomori to Tokyo, so at least his physical strength is guaranteed." Although she was unsure, Fujiwara Chika still insisted on Xing Yuanhui's idea.

Xiaodao shrugged noncommittally. We'll know whether it works or not soon. Anyway, I've already reminded you.

Chapter 27: The Nasty Senior

Seeing Kojima's attitude, Fujiwara Chika knew that he had no objection to this, so she trotted back to Xingyuan Teru. Next to her were the kendo club members who wanted to put protective gear on him but were at a loss after being rejected by him.

Seeing her approaching, the boy seemed to see a savior. He raised his eyebrows at her without changing his expression, and his eyes frequently switched back and forth between the kendo club members in kendo robes and her.

He motioned to the senior schoolmate in front of him to ask for help and give the two members of the Kendo Club a way out, asking them to stop pestering him to put on the protective gear that had been worn by who knows how many people today, as they really couldn't afford to get hurt.

Even though I know you should have simply wiped these protective gears, and I can vaguely hear the sound of hair dryers in the lounge, it just won't work.

It is the same as fertilizing vegetables. Many people know that vegetables need to be fertilized, and the fertilizer can be fermented feces, but they can still put green leaves into their mouths.

But if he saw the fertilizer application, that would be another matter. At least he would keep it in mind for a short time. If he didn't see it, Xing Yuanhui would wear the mask with a faint smell of alcohol. But if he saw it, that would be another matter.

Fujiwara Chika smiled and winked at Xing Yuanhui. This time she understood.

She pulled the two students aside and said something to them, and the result was obvious: they returned to the Kendo Club's formation.

On their way back, a student with a crew cut walked onto the stage in the opposite direction of their movement, waiting for Xing Yuanhui's challenge.

The student was also not wearing any protective gear. He held bamboo swords in both hands, one on his shoulder and the other hanging naturally on the ground.

He looks mature and steady, with thick eyebrows and a strong physique. He only wears a navy blue kendo uniform, so it is not surprising that he can make a cameo appearance in a Taiga drama.

This domineering, cool and handsome appearance would at least make him a small boss in the game.

"Come on, but remember to be careful. If you can't do it, you can just retreat. No one knows you anyway." Fujiwara Chika took the black uniform jacket that Xing Yuanhui had just taken off and said in a gentle voice.

"If you're worried, don't push me up in the first place." Xing Yuanhui was still upset that Fujiwara Chika didn't understand the look in his eyes when he entered the scene.

"Who knew you wouldn't wear protective gear?"

She looked around and found that the people around her were not wearing protective gear on the stage, so they all focused their attention on the seniors in the Kendo Club and Xing Yuanhui who was suspected to be about to fight. She said quickly: "You'd better finish the fight quickly, otherwise if there are too many people, some people will spread the word that someone is challenging you. It's too obvious that you are not wearing protective gear."

Xing Yuanhui responded and walked towards the field without looking back.

Seeing him coming onto the field, the opponent took a few steps forward and took the initiative to introduce himself: "I'm a third-year student named Satoshi Komoto. I'm a member of the Kendo Club and I'll be sparring with you. Please take care of me."

"My name is Xing Yuanhui, please give me your guidance today."

He could hear some annoyance in the other person's tone, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Perhaps it was because the opponent had accompanied too many freshmen today, and after all, he was not fighting against people with the same experience.

A novice only needs to fight around, but a senior has to think about a lot, such as controlling the situation and the rhythm. After a while, it is naturally more tiring than daily sparring.

Xing Yuanhui was now on the stage empty-handed and without any protective gear. The two students from the Kendo Club just now took away the bamboo sword while pulling away the protective gear.

If this Senior A was not planning to use the dual-sword style to broaden Xing Yuanhui's horizons and test his ability to catch blades with his bare hands, then one of the bamboo swords must have been his.

So Xing Yuanhui leaned forward slightly, with a polite smile on his face, and stretched out his hand and said, "Well, Senior Jia, please give me one of your bamboo swords. The two seniors just now may have left in too much of a hurry and didn't leave me any bamboo swords."

However, in the face of Xing Yuanhui's request, the other party did not seem to appreciate it.

He shook his head, waved the bamboo sword in his right hand that should have been handed over to the other party, and took a few steps towards Xing Yuanhui.

He whispered, "My fellow student, you should know that everyone who goes on the field should wear protective gear before going up, right?"

"Of course, but senior, you are not wearing protective gear now." Xing Yuanhui avoided the question, withdrew his hand, and stared at Senior A in front of him.

"Then you and I should both go out and put on protective gear, right? It's cool to go into battle lightly, but when it comes to kendo, even with a bamboo sword, you should still be more careful."

The senior's tone was very sincere, as if he sincerely hoped that the junior in front of him could do what he said.

Unfortunately, Xing Yuanhui is not someone who can be easily persuaded. He can't understand why, when the minister has no objection to this, this Senior A would jump out and act as a good person on his own.

So he got straight to the point and asked directly, "Hasn't Minister Kojima of the Kendo Club already agreed? Why bother with this?"

"Yes, he agreed, but how are we going to decide the winner?" Senior Jia grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand, rubbing his chin with his curled index finger and thumb, his face full of distress.

In Japanese Kendo competitions, points can only be scored by effectively attacking specific positions, not just by hitting the person.

The face, throat, abdomen and hands are the four effective striking positions in kendo. Except for the wrist, these four parts are more delicate than the other. Without protective gear, if the force is slightly greater, you can easily be sent to the hospital.

"This is a difficult problem. No matter which scoring position you are in, it is not easy to hit without protective gear, not to mention that there are several dangerous parts."

Is this why you are upset? Xing Yuanhui didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought that judging from the other party's bold appearance, Senior Jia would think about this kind of problem. Isn't he more delicate than he looks?

"Then keep it simple. One move will decide the outcome. When you are about to hit the opponent's body, hold back. No matter which part of the body, if the opponent can't defend himself, he loses."

Xing Yuanhui spread his hands and looked nonchalant. He just needed to control his strength. He had tried to catch a fly with chopsticks before when he was bored.

As for whether the other party would hit him, he didn't consider it at all. If he did, what would happen? It was not like he had never done such a thing as putting frozen food in hot oil before. It was no big deal.

Unfortunately, he could only keep these words in his heart. Saying them out loud might make the other person feel that Xing Yuanhui looked down on him.

"How can it be simple?" Senior A became more and more distressed, and said with a frown, "How can it be so easy to retract the power?"

If you hit lightly, you can certainly control the strength without making mistakes, but the effect will probably be the same as playing house, or even worse.

Not only is it so ugly that it fails to attract newcomers, but if there are new students coming to visit and clamor that they don't want to wear protective gear, then either everyone in the kendo club will suffer together today, or someone will have to ask the teacher to calm the situation.

Captain Kojima is not serious about running the club, and he doesn't even go out to practice with the freshmen himself. But as an old veteran who has vowed to stay in the kendo club for three full years, how can he be so irresponsible and play house with Xing Yuanhui?

Therefore, he was very distressed. If the other party insisted on fighting, the best way to resolve the matter would be to have a thrilling battle like in a movie that could intimidate the freshmen.

Only in this way can he both scare off incoming freshmen and ensure that new people are attracted.

However, he also saw that Xing Yuanhui had made up his mind not to wear protective gear and chat with him on the court. The longer they dragged on, the more the audience off the court who wanted to see "a river of blood" would be looking forward to it, and the more difficult it would be to end this matter.

So, Jia Benzhi made up his mind and handed the bamboo sword in his hand to Xing Yuanhui.

Seeing this, Xing Yuanhui smiled slightly and said nothing more.

Although he can't be said to know nothing about kendo, at least he knows nothing about it. But he is strong, fast, and accurate. After a few rounds, Comrade A, the senior, will know that he is a tough guy who is not easy to mess with.

The two sides stood up and saluted. Xing Yuanhui recalled that when he entered the venue, there were small kendo classes everywhere teaching newcomers. He held the hilt of the sword with his left hand in an extremely professional manner, let his right hand hang down on the side of his thigh, and nodded slightly forward.

Senior A naturally also performed the same standing etiquette as Xing Yuanhui, but Xing Yuanhui's improvisation of etiquette might fool the audience outside the venue, but it could not hide it from his eyes.

Although his movements were generally correct, Xing Yuanhui missed too many details, which made Senior A wonder in his heart, cursing his bad luck today. How could he get such a job while sitting next to the minister?

I don't know whether to fight or not, can the brothers next door who are practicing together fight louder? Help me attract some attention!

The result went against one's will. Outside the arena, Senior A had been stubborn and unwilling to give up the bamboo sword quickly, which had become a hot topic among the "bloodthirsty" audience.

"Hey, what is this? A challenge? Why aren't they wearing protective gear?"

The girl with long flaxen hair parted in the middle who had entered the Kendo Club's dojo at a loss asked her companion.

"I don't know. They were talking so quietly... But my news radar went off. There must be something interesting happening nearby."

The shocking statement was made by the girl with black hair and dragon whisker bangs in a single ponytail, who seemed to be a member of the audience who was eager for a river of blood to flow.

"That's what you just said. You said something like 'Someone outside is shouting duel!' and then you rushed down with a camera, but in the end there was nothing!"

Ji Karen shook her best friend whom she had known since childhood, hoping that he would wake up.

"But I really saw it..." Ouse Erica said weakly, obviously lacking confidence in herself without any substantial evidence, "I remember, one of them was Terako!"

"Hmm! That's definitely worth investigating... Is there going to be a new member in the board game club?!"

Ji Karen was shocked. There were only two people in the board game club who could always make headlines in the school newspapers. Now there was one more. As the saying goes, three women make a drama. Although the gender of the newcomer is still uncertain, she must not be a good person to be able to enter the board game club!

"Don't worry about that for now." Erica stared at Xing Yuanhui and Senior Jia who were talking together after saluting on the field, "Let's go ask Minister Kojima if we can film it! I believe this news will definitely attract everyone's attention!"

Is this the pre-game trash talk part? Are you afraid that others will think you're rude because you're standing so close?

"Okay! Now that we're here, how can I explain to the minister if I don't take some photos?" The flax-haired woman held her hand and spoke passionately to the air. Then she pulled her bestie and rushed to the neatly arranged kendo dolls that looked like a doll shop.

The perspective returned to the field, and Senior A came up again and whispered: "Wait, I suddenly thought of something scary."

"Is the gas at home not turned off?" Xing Yuanhui asked with his head tilted, and put down the raised bamboo sword again, with the tip passing through the tiny gap between it and the floor.

Seniors, if we don't beat the freshmen around us, the sparring will be over! If they finish, we will be the brightest and most handsome guys on the field!

"It's not that, but thank you for the reminder." He nodded in agreement with Xing Yuanhui's words, and then said, "I just saw from your etiquette movements that you don't seem to have any experience in kendo?"

"Does reading comics, novels, and TV dramas count as kendo experience? Although I just learned the etiquette of starting." Xing Yuanhui was very frank, as if to say, "Although I don't understand anything and don't know anything, but at least I know that I want to kill a lot."

"...How do we fight this?" The attentive senior from the Kendo Club was even more troubled. "I guess you don't know how to score in Kendo?"

"Of course, most of the kendo in movies and TV shows doesn't follow martial ethics, or it can be said that there are very few that follow martial ethics. The winner is considered the one who kills the opponent, and for the sake of ratings, they basically don't wear protective gear."

"Uh..." Senior A pressed his temple and took the opportunity to steal a few glances at the Kendo Club members sitting in a row.

Especially when he stared at Minister Kojima and saw his own minister's impatient expression as if asking "Why aren't you guys fighting yet?", he felt a little desperate.

"It doesn't have to be so headache-inducing, does it?" Xing Yuanhui was bored and chopped at the air. He felt it was not strong enough, so he changed his moves to a windmill. The sound of breaking through the air became the only embellishment between the two of them.

"At least I'm really strong and tough, so a little bump doesn't really matter to me."

When Senior A saw Xing Yuanhui doing the windmill while speaking, and his movements not only did not change but became faster and faster, he was terrified, but a little hope emerged in his heart.

When ordinary people swing a bamboo sword, as long as they have enough strength, they can usually make a slight sound of breaking through the air.

But the result is that after swinging it out, you cannot retract it due to inertia, and you have to expend extra effort to pull the sword back. This back and forth movement leaves a lot of flaws.

And now, when Xing Yuanhui performed the windmill, he could not find any sense of sluggishness in the boy's movements. His arms were strong and powerful, and his sword movements were smooth and flowing.

It seems that all we need to do is to do as this junior fellow student said and withdraw the attack when it is about to hit the body?

But this is also the terrifying point, because novices generally have no idea about defense.

In other words, unless you put the sword directly across the novice's neck, the novice will probably just think "Eh? Why did he stop by himself? Never mind, let's hit him with the sword first!", completely unaware that this is a fight to the death.

But since he was able to hit this windmill, maybe he has strong physical talents?

Xing Yuanhui noticed that Senior A was staring at him, so he held back his strength and said with a smile, "Is it because my moves seem too childish to an expert?"

"That's not the case..." Senior Jia was thinking about how to make Xing Yuanhui understand his current situation so that he could cooperate with him.