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They could only let out faint gasps of surprise.

However, just as she finished speaking, she vaguely saw a familiar figure rushing towards her through the gaps in the crowd.

"Yotsuba-kun...did he come to save me?"

For no apparent reason, this thought popped into Erika's mind.

In fact it is.

Makoto, who had already rushed into the crowd, was surrounded by a huge ball of thoughts, and then he stomped the ground!

The released particles formed a magical storm that blew outwards.

The students who formed the human wall were unknowingly subjected to a significant magical shock, and many of them fainted as a result.

The rest of them stumbled and fell to the ground, causing the human wall to completely collapse.

Makoto rushed in.

Meanwhile, Erica, having spotted him, desperately reached out from the group of upperclassmen surrounding her.

Seeing this, Makoto grabbed her and pulled her out of the crowd.

"We're about to run away."

Before anyone could react, not even Erica herself had time to react.

He bent down, scooped up the girl's legs, and pulled her into his arms, then dashed out of the crowd.

As if by magic, she skillfully dodged without touching anyone, successfully escaping the crowd and reaching a shaded area of ​​the school building.

When he put Erica down from his arms, he realized just how badly the girl had been ripped off by those upperclassmen.

Her hair was completely messed up, one side of her coat was pulled askew, her brand-new uniform was wrinkled, and she was still holding her completely untied tie in her hand.

The collar of the uniform, with its tie torn off, was slightly open, revealing skin that had been sun-kissed but remained fair.

And those delicate collarbone lines...

"Don't look!"

Erica noticed his gaze, quickly grabbed her collar, turned around, and straightened her clothes.

As the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other reached my ears, a girl's question came through.

"...You saw it?"

Although you can't see her face, you can imagine her blushing cheeks.

However, Zhenxun has the right to remain silent.

"You saw it?!"

Erica raised her voice again, with a hint of sulking.

At the same time, the sound of clothes rubbing together had stopped, which most likely meant that the clothes had been tidied up.

However, since she insisted, he didn't want to hide it from her.

He shrugged and said:

"I see it, it's very clear, the off-white lace style suits you perfectly."

"Idiot! Forget about it!"

Hearing his detailed description, Erica, filled with shame and anger, turned around and kicked him hard in the shin.

However, a kick with a soft shoe toe doesn't hurt much.

After kicking him, Erica turned around again, her back to him.

Although the movements were somewhat swift, one could still vaguely see tears welling up in the girl's eyes.

How innocent women of this era are!

In their past lives, they would have loved to expose themselves, like some North American succubi.

A short while later, Erica's soft voice sounded.

"But thank you for coming to save me..."

Chapter 11 Kendo Komachi VS Sword Champion

Although the entire playground was filled with stalls, it was ultimately limited to the playground.

Other dedicated arenas are used for public performances by clubs and organizations, as part of their regular operations.

The same applies to stadiums.

After Erika's emotions stabilized and she returned to normal, she arrived with Mahiro at the Second Small Gymnasium, where the Kendo Club was putting on a performance.

"Oh~ It's a magic high school, but it has a kendo club." Erica said casually.

At this moment, the two of them were in the viewing area set up in the second-floor corridor, leaning against the railing to enjoy the kendo club's performance below.

"Hey, didn't you drag me here? You knew it all along, so what's so surprising about seeing it now?"

"Idiot! Can't you just pretend you didn't hear me?!"

Erica blushed deeply at his teasing words, and her pink little fists kept pounding on his arm.

It was supposed to be a venting, but it sounded more like she was being coquettish, which made Zhenxun burst into laughter.

If onlookers didn't know better, they would think they were a couple.

"But then again, even though it was an exhibition match, that senior from the Kendo Club was quite strong."

"You mean Sayaka Mibu?"

"uh-huh."

"You even know kendo?"

"don't know."

Mahiro answered decisively, so decisively that Erica looked at him speechlessly.

"Then how do you know she's strong?"

"Because I sparred with her at the kendo dojo a couple of days ago, it was a pure kendo match."

"Huh? So who won?"

Upon hearing about sparring, Erica immediately became interested and leaned closer. A faint fragrance then wafted into Makoto's nostrils.

That was a completely different flavor from Mayumi-senpai's.

If Mayumi is like a delicate vanilla, then Erika is like a vibrant citrus.

It smells sweet and sour and is very pleasant.

Mahiro gradually withdrew his attention and replied casually:

"Of course it's me, is there even a need to ask?"

"Tch, you're lying."

"What are you lying to?"

"I do not believe."

Erica rolled her eyes at him and said disdainfully, "Mibu Sayaka was the runner-up in the women's division of the National Kendo Championship two years ago. She's a well-known 'Kendo Komachi.' If you want to win in kendo, you need to have at least 'Inco' level swordsmanship."

He did know that it was one of the levels of swordsmanship.

These are “paper cutting”, “catalog”, “printing”, “no permit”, and “universal transmission”.

However, he was more curious about another one.

"Kendo Komachi? What's that?"

"She's a kendo beauty," Erica explained, waving her hand.

Because of the champion's appearance, the title of "Kendo Komachi" naturally fell to Sayaka Mibu at that time.

This made her, the runner-up, more famous than the champion.

However, the title of "kendo beauty" does suit her quite well.

Seeing that Mahiro was watching the exhibition match below intently, Erika's face broke into a wicked smile.

"Hey~ Yotsuba-kun, do you like girls like Mibu-senpai?"

"Yes, I really like it. Her sword is beautiful." Mahiro nodded very frankly. "However, I think Erika is cuter by comparison."

"Tch, hypocrite. Even if you say that, I won't be happy at all."

Although she was glaring at him sideways, a blush still appeared at the corner of her eye as she raised her gaze.

But at that moment, a commotion broke out in the hall.

"It seems like there's been a conflict down there."

I saw it!

Mahiro, chin in hand, watched the commotion below with Erika, utterly bored.

Judging from the situation, it seems to be a conflict between the swordsmanship club and the kendo club.

Is this a clash between modernity and tradition?

wrong.

That doesn't seem to be the case.

"Oh dear, things are getting interesting."

Erica suddenly spoke softly, almost to herself, and you could tell from her voice that she was full of anticipation for what was to come.

"How to say?"

"Didn't I just say that Sayaka Mibu is 'Kendo Komachi', and that guy also has a background?"

A few memories flashed before Erica's eyes, and she continued:

"That man's name is Kirihara Takeaki. He was the junior high school champion of the Kanto Swordplay Tournament two years ago, a genuine number one."

"Compared to the regional competition in Kanto, the national competition is clearly more prestigious, isn't it?"

“That’s true,” Erica waved her hand and explained, “but ultimately, magical swordsmanship is more practical than traditional swordsmanship.”

"Yeah."

As he spoke, he grabbed the railing and suddenly flipped over.

"Hey! Yotsuba-kun? What are you doing?!"

"I'll go help!"

Mahiro answered in this way, and his figure had already disappeared into the crowd.

"This guy... he clearly promised to come watch the show with me." Erica crossed her arms and muttered with great dissatisfaction.

Even so, she did not leave, intending to watch the next big show unfold.

This conflict is far more complex than mere friction.

Judging from Kirihara Takeaki's expression, it was clear that he was deliberately provoking him, or even that it had been planned for a long time.

Mahiro realized this too, which is why he went downstairs to see what Kirihara-senpai was up to.

"Oh, it seems like it's about to begin."

At this moment, on the first floor of the stadium, both sides were on edge.

The tense atmosphere had reached its peak, and it was clear that a peaceful resolution was impossible.

And, just as Erika and Mahiro had guessed, it was indeed Kirihara-senpai who took the first action.

He stepped forward with the wooden sword in his hand.

“Mibu, come and have a match with me. Don’t worry, this is a demonstration match for the kendo club, and I will cooperate with you and not use magic.”

The tone was full of condescension, like that of a student from a top-tier department.

Sayaka frowned slightly in displeasure and said seriously, "Do you think you can beat me with just sword skills? Kirihara-kun from the Sword Skills Club who only relies on magic, do you think you can defeat me, from the Kendo Club who has been focusing on honing my sword skills all this time, with just sword skills?"