Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

"Say 'take over' is a bit too much, isn't it?" Mahiro retorted. "Besides, what's wrong with sitting here? Doesn't the school rule say that students from one subject can't sit with students from another subject?"

The main point is to be confident and assertive.

"That's true."

It is indeed not mentioned in the rules and regulations of the student code of conduct.

It's just an unspoken rule among the students themselves.

Moreover, there is an inherent hostility between students in the first and second subjects.

An anomalies like Yotsuba Mahiro are rare.

"But to be honest, I think it's only the beginning of the semester, so there's no need to make such a big deal out of the difference between students taking one subject and those taking two subjects."

Mahiro's sudden words caught the attention of Erika and Mizuki.

They, who had been watching the student representative's speech, all turned their attention to him.

And Makoto continued:

"After all, we are all just freshmen. Even if our entrance exam scores differ, who is really that much better than whom?"

Erica didn't react much to this, she just agreed.

Among the freshmen at No. 1 High School, there are very few who can beat her in actual combat.

After all, the Crimson Lotus of the Chiba family is no joke.

However, it was Mahiro's words that truly moved Mizuki.

The eyes behind the lenses sparkled.

These words struck a chord with her.

That was a questioning of the school system.

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"Oh wow, you're in the same class as Miyuki?"

After the entrance ceremony, Mahiro sat in the classroom, looking around.

Shiba Tatsu was also assigned to Class E, the second-year students. It seems that Erika and Mizuki were also in that class.

He and Miyuki were in Class A.

However, after sitting for a while, Mahiro got up and left the classroom.

Since today is the entrance ceremony, there are no classes; the first-year students are simply getting to know their classrooms and classmates.

After that, you can leave the school.

However, Mahiro did not intend to leave so soon.

After all, this is a Japanese high school, and you can't miss out on clubs and such!

Along the main road, besides the cherry blossoms fluttering in the air, there were also clubs preparing for the upcoming member recruitment week.

However, after going around in circles, Zhenxun still couldn't find one that suited his taste.

"A bunch of fancy decorations..."

Until a shout caught his attention.

"what!"

Swish!

The wooden sword was flung out with a sharp whooshing sound.

Inside the kendo dojo, a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair in a high ponytail is practicing her kendo routine.

Despite being exhausted, her chest heaved violently with each deep breath, and large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead and splashed onto the floor.

But the girl still didn't stop.

I persisted in practicing, again and again.

It continued until it reached a thousand strokes before stopping.

After a short rest, they practiced chopping the wooden stakes again.

The girl's sharp slashes were so powerful that even someone who didn't understand swordsmanship could tell she was very strong.

But for some reason, there was a hint of confusion in the wooden sword being wielded.

"Classmate, what can I do for you?"

Sayaka Mibu, having finished her practice as usual, noticed Mahiro Yotsuba standing at the door and couldn't help but ask.

But when she saw the First Division student badge on Yotsuba Mahiro's chest, she hesitated before inviting her in and left her words unsaid.

If you're a student in a single discipline, you should join the swordsmanship club next door, which combines swordsmanship and techniques. What are you doing in the traditional kendo club?

"Oh, sorry. I originally just wanted to take a look around, but I accidentally got captivated by the senior's graceful and heroic posture while practicing, so I watched for a while longer."

Mahiro, oblivious to the change in Sayaka Mibu's attitude, gave an awkward smile and then stepped forward to introduce himself:

"Hello senior, my name is Yotsuba Mahiro, and I am a freshman who just enrolled today."

Seeing that he showed no hostility and instead introduced himself warmly, Sayaka Mibu lowered her guard a little.

"Hello, Yotsuba-kun, I am Sayaka Mibu, a second-year student. As you can see, I am a second-year student."

Sayaka made a point of emphasizing her identity.

But Mahiro didn't care at all, and under the other person's gaze, he spoke directly:

"Mibu-senpai, may I ask what you're confused about?"

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"confused?"

"Yes, Mibu-senpai's swordsmanship is amazing, the best I've ever seen. But I don't understand why you seem lost when you're swinging your sword?"

"You're mistaken, I didn't."

Faced with Yotsuba Mahiro's affirmative question, Mibu Sayaka was taken aback for a moment, then coldly said:

"My sword never falters."

Although he outwardly denies Mahiro's claims, a hidden string in his heart has been touched.

Are you confused?

The facts are certain.

Mahiro wasn't mistaken; as a second-year student, she was indeed very confused deep down.

Even though I am no worse than anyone else and have put in so much effort and sweat, I cannot get recognition from others.

On the contrary, they were looked down upon everywhere.

They were subjected to mocking gazes.

Even at last year's demonstration competition, I didn't even have the right to ask a senior student for advice; instead, I was ridiculed and rejected.

Many times, she had doubts.

What does all my hard work for kendo amount to in the end?

Is it just sweat?

Moreover, she understands even less.

Despite having concealed everything so well, the confusion on her sword was seen through by this junior she was meeting for the first time.

"is it?"

Since Mibu-senpai didn't admit it, Masahiro wouldn't force her.

He entered the dojo, took off his shoes and neatly placed them at the entrance, then walked to the weapon rack on the side and picked up a wooden sword.

Turning around and pointing at Sayaka Mibu, he said:

"Mibu-senpai, would you like to have a match with me? Pure swordsmanship, without any magic."

Since there is no confusion in one's heart, the best way is to prove it through a competition.

Sayaka Mibu also understands this principle.

So he nodded and agreed:

"Yeah, no problem."

Although it was our first meeting, and less than ten minutes had passed, perhaps it was because my inner secret was exposed on our very first meeting.

Perhaps it's because I want to convince myself of my inner feelings.

Sayaka Mibu also wanted to have a match with this mysterious junior.

However, when she actually entered the arena and stood opposite Makoto, ready to strike a pose, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh."

'what happened? ’

Even though the person standing opposite her with the sword was a freshman, for some reason, she felt as if she saw herself.

The way he held the sword, the posture he adopted, and the fierce aura he exuded were almost identical to his own!

No, that's an illusion.

It must be an illusion!

Sayaka Mibu closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with determination and seriousness!

“Then let’s begin, senpai,” Mahiro said.

"Don't you need protective gear?"

"No need."

"it is good!"

Since Mahiro has chosen not to wear protective gear, Sayaka has also decided to remove the black protective gear from her chest and throw it on the ground.

She was only wearing a kendo uniform that resembled a shrine maiden's attire.

In fact, it is very dangerous to compete without protective gear like this.

Although it's a wooden sword, it's still incredibly powerful, and a blow to the body can easily cause fractures.

"I'm on it!"

Sayaka Mibu was the first to move.

"Little hands!"

The wooden sword whistled as it swung, striking towards Mahiro's wrist.

Snapped!

Her sword was blocked.

The wooden swords clashed violently, producing a crisp, crackling sound.

The girl had already anticipated this.

Next, Sayaka launched a relentless barrage of attacks, displaying her ancient sword style techniques without reservation!

The offensive was fierce, the invasion raging like fire.

Just as the phrase "wind, forest, fire, mountain" describes, it is like an attack of raging fire.

But the more she fought, the more terrified Sayaka became!

Without him.

Sayaka felt that the person she was fighting was not that mysterious junior, but herself!