You say this is a love game?

Therefore, "holding the sword" is a very ritualistic thing, and what comes with it is the "method of holding it".

The way of holding the sword is the same in a life-and-death duel and a trial. There is no such thing as a "grip for killing" or a "grip for a trial".

It is also mentioned in the "Gorinsho" - when you are about to cut or block, you must maintain the grip of the sword, not shake, and be committed to defeating your opponent with this way of holding the sword.

The atmosphere became solemn.

Mizutani Makoto walked towards the center of the dojo step by step, until he reached the very center. The four sword ghosts opened their eyes at the same time, and cold murderous intent appeared in their pupils.

But unlike the sword ghosts who were yelling on the first and second floors, these sword ghosts remained silent when they stood up, and the only sound in the dojo was the scraping of blades against the floor.

Official battle!

Makoto Mizutani holds two swords and fights against four people alone.

The stats of these sword ghosts are almost the same as those of the sword ghosts on the first and second floors, but their sword skills are much better!

Mizutani Makoto did not stick to the formalities in this battle. He directly took out the "eyeball of the girl by the window" from his backpack. With the help of the stiffness advantage brought by the fear spell, he fought for more than ten minutes and finally killed the four-sided sword ghost guarding the gate with his sword.

【Soul＋80】*4.

After killing the evil spirit, Mizutani Makoto began searching the third floor and as expected, he found another diary.

[Fragments of Kendo Club Diary]

[Description: Mr. Bei Dao is dead! He was slashing people on the street with a knife, even killing the gun-wielding artillery troops! In the end, tanks were dispatched and bombed him to death!]

Even before his death, he was still shouting about trials... Was he still clinging to his sword? But the sword he used to cut people was also his own, the sword he longed to be recognized for?

Where's the knife? Where's the knife? Where's the knife? Where's the knife I'm looking for?! I secretly saw it before, and it's enshrined there. Why can't I find it?!

Frog, my friend who writes a diary, what are you doing?

Mizutani Makoto couldn't help but take a deep breath. Fortunately, there was no risk of global warming in the crack.

"Is this sword that confuses people really a demon sword?"

The demon sword, this time originated from the legend of "Demon Sword Muramasa".

But nowadays, the demon sword no longer refers only to the demon sword Muramasa. Swords that devour their masters, swords that confuse people, and ominous swords can all be classified as "demon swords."

“Not a good review.”

With the newly emerged clues, Mizutani Makoto directly stepped into the last floor of the dojo.

The air with the smell of sandalwood filled my nostrils.

Mizutani Makoto walked up the wooden steps. When he reached the top floor, the wooden steps under his feet turned into powder. He turned his head immediately, but found that there was no way to retreat.

This is the top of the tower.

Reach the highest level of the Dojo.

The spacious kendo field was exposed in the moonlight. There were no walls around it, only wooden railings. Looking into the distance, the artificial lake was vaguely visible.

The surface of the floor was covered with dark red blood scabs, and fine knife marks covered almost everything within the field of vision.

Thirty steps away, there was an ebony frame painted with gold-painted thunder patterns.

On the sword rack, there is a sheathed large sword.

With just one glance, Mizutani Makoto's eyes were attracted by the large sword.

"This feeling is..."

The knife in front of me is not a "dead object".

Mizutani Makoto frowned, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the corner of the top floor.

In the shadows of his sight, a man in gray hakama sat upright, a six-foot-long sword across his knees.

Under his kneeling gray hakama, a red military feather ornament was revealed, and the sleeves of his armor were adorned with thumb-sized gold notes.

Hearing Mizutani Makoto's footsteps, the man slowly straightened up.

As his spine straightened one segment at a time, the domaru armor hidden under his gray hakama emitted a unique dull friction, and the spade-shaped forearm on top of his helmet stood upright in the shadow, proudly towering.

You call this a kendo master?

The corner of Mizutani's mouth twitched slightly.

This is the attire of a military general!

The man in front of him tore off his gray hakama and walked out of the shadows.

Under the helmet, half of his face, which was destroyed by artillery fire, was exposed.

"This opening CG doesn't seem to be an ordinary BOSS."

Oops, the defensive feeling is coming.

Mizutani Makoto began to sweat profusely, but it was impossible for him to just sit there and wait for death!

Without hesitation, he crossed his swords and formed an eight-character formation.

The blood-red eyes behind him suddenly glared, trying to take the initiative and test the depth of this guy.

However, the sword-wielding general said nothing, just drew out his large sword and strode forward.

"The eyes of the woman by the window" have no effect on him at all!

This guy is no match for paper level!

The general walked faster and faster, and he was actually using some kind of footwork to sprint towards Mizutani Makoto at an extremely fast speed.

Swift feet and fist dance!

He strode forward while charging with his body, and with a punch he hit Mizutani Makoto's sword. Mizutani Makoto's defensive left knife was directly shaken away, and then he made an extremely swift cassock slash, directly slashing towards Mizutani Makoto's chest!

puff!

This time, it was Mizutani Makoto's turn to bleed heavily!

Mizutani Makoto's eyes widened. He had captured the trajectory of his opponent's sword. His swordsmanship was no less impressive than that of a military commander, but this guy had actually deflected his left blade, which he had used to block it, with a single hand?!

The general's fists were also covered with gauntlets, and his punches were like sledgehammers.

Mizutani Makoto didn't expect this person's numbers to be so exaggerated.

At this time, Mizutani Makoto's posture was broken, and he staggered backward, but was followed by another punch as big as a sandbag. The general in front of him punched him in the neck, causing his head to tilt and almost lose consciousness.

If this Soul-Burning Game really has an energy bar, then his energy bar must be empty now.

The general strode forward and stabbed Mizutani Makoto's abdomen with the large sword in his hand. As the sword pierced Mizutani Makoto's abdomen, he roared angrily and actually used brute force to lift Mizutani Makoto directly into the air.

The large sword pierced through the boy's abdomen, looking extremely bloody and brutal under the moonlight.

Mizutani Makoto tried to hold the blade of the ōdachi with both hands, but it was doomed to be futile.

Not only does the enemy in front of him have incredibly exaggerated stats, but his sword skills are also not inferior to his at the mastery level!

powerful!

All-round, strong without any blind spots!

A huge force came from his abdomen, followed by a severe tearing pain. Mizutani Makoto felt that a huge hole must have been opened directly in his abdomen, and the pain in his internal organs was even more severe than when his kidneys were taken out.

He was lifted high up, like an execution throw, and as the general swung his sword, he was thrown out and hit the huge pillar.

The eaves at the corners of the house are curled up, like the wings of a flying bird.

With one blow, Mizutani Makoto was almost cut in half. Now he was lying on the ground, breathing more than breathing in, and it was obvious that he was dying.

As footsteps approached, Mizutani Makoto raised his eyelids and saw the large sword coming down, killing him with one blow!

Ending: [Endure! Kill!]

Chapter 87 Human Model Teacher, I’m here to hand in my paper!

Come to guard the feeling.

Looking up, what comes into view are the flying cherry blossoms.

Mizutani Makoto now suddenly understands a certain handsome pillar of the station. As the saying goes, when the sky clears, the rain stops. The second pillar feels that he is doing well again. Every time he appears on the stage and looks cool for only a few episodes, he has to be beaten up, and it seems that he is being treated the same way now.

On the bright side, this is the treatment of being a son.

If you want to show off your skills in front of others, you will inevitably be beaten by teachers from all walks of life in the cracks!

Makoto Mizutani stood up from under the cherry tree and raised his middle finger in the direction of the kendo club's dojo.

Bloody little notebook, a private seat!

It hurts so much!

The top-level Kendo Master has the posture of an armored warrior.

Mizutani Makoto can now only conclude that the general is a powerful warrior of the same rank, and is also a dung monster with both numerical values ​​and mechanisms.

Fuck!

That guy is wearing full armor!

Seeing Makoto Mizutani swearing, you will know how exaggerated the term "full body armor" is.

"You want me to use a katana to kill a fully armed warrior?"

Xiao Gao, your horse disappeared again.

Because he practices kendo, Mizutani Makoto knows it better - when it comes to armor penetration, swords and sabers are just weaklings fighting each other, and neither can be relied upon.

Let's talk about weapons. In ancient Japanese battlefields, "katana" was rarely used to kill the enemy. The early weapon was the naginata, followed by spears, bows and arrows, and matchlock guns, and then the tachi. Usually, when it was your turn to go to the battlefield with a tachi, you could basically say "GG".

Tachi and katana can only be backup weapons when it comes to armor-piercing, and are usually used by samurai and ronin in street fights and duels.

Even Kamiizumi Nobunaga, the founder of the "Shinkage-ryu" kendo and a swordsman who never lost a single battle in his life, used his spear to kill his enemies on the battlefield.

why?

Just hoping to "break the armor"!

Reality is not about soul wandering, and it is impossible to make the enemy bleed profusely by just chopping him with a knife.

You take the katana and fight against the armored warriors. I guarantee that every one of them will be killed without making a sound.

Mizutani Makoto really couldn't figure out how he could use the katana to break through the armor's defense. It was simply too abnormal... The only possibility he could think of was the large sword that the sword ghost exploded. The large sword with "increased hardness" had the lethality of a blunt weapon under certain circumstances, or he could use that sword as a spear to stab people.

Hey, buddy!

Everyone is happily fencing, but why are you wearing armor when it's your turn?

"Then where is my armor?"

Tears.

I don't know how many lessons I have to take from Mr. Bei Dao...

Mizutani Makoto shook his head and looked deeply in the direction of the Kendo Club's dojo again. Although his view was blocked by the teaching building, he knew that the tower was still standing behind the gymnasium.

"That should be the end of the Kendo Club branch."

"There was a teacher named 'Bei Dao' who got a knife and, under the knife's spell, went mad. In the end, in order to gain the knife's approval, he actually went out on the street with the knife to kill people..."

"On the top floor of the tower, a knife is enshrined."

"..."

After sorting out the known clues, Mizutani Makoto easily understood the outline of the whole story. The sword he saw at the top of the tower at the end was probably the demon sword that bewitched Kitajima to go crazy.

"It's either the Kendo Club's hidden boss or the Kendo Club's clearance reward."

If he could make a wish, Makoto Mizutani would still prefer the latter.

He doesn't really care whether the sword is a magic sword or not.

When the time comes, he will use it when he can control it. If he can't use it, he will put it aside and take it out to dance when he is strong enough to control it.

As the saying goes, swords are given to martyrs and rouge is given to beauties.

A good knife has a fatal attraction to swordsmen.

"The Kendo Club's exploration has reached its end. It's time to stop."

I can't fight at all, I have no idea what to do.

Thinking about it, Mizutani Makoto checked his backpack again.