I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Here we go again, this feeling....!

When school was over that day, the feeling of being pointed at the heart by him with the tip of a knife.As if he had personally experienced death, even if it was just a wooden knife that was about to break in his hand, Maki didn't have the slightest chance of defeating him, or even the feeling of being able to survive.

Without any moves, he just held the knife in his hand, stared at him quietly, and walked slowly towards him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The bloody tide engulfed Maki in an instant, and she was beaten like a lone boat in a huge wave. The girl's face was pale, and bean-sized sweat kept oozing from her forehead.

Die... Die Die Die Die!

His legs were weak, and his intuition began to sound an alarm in his mind—flee!

But how to escape?Can't escape!

"Don't retreat, hold your weapon tightly!"

Maki's whole body trembled violently, subconsciously clenched the weapon tightly in her hand, put her other hand on her thigh and twisted it, forcefully pulling back her foot that had taken half a step back.

But the frightening palpitations followed Cheng Rang's pressure.

It was becoming more and more intense recently, and she felt as if her nerves were being burned by a hot flame, then being plunged into ice water and fragile at the touch of ice.

Close, close again.

She couldn't bear it anymore, "No, don't come over..."

Cheng Rang ignored Maki's begging, and raised the long knife in his hand to her, pointing the tip at her heart.

"Attack me."

clang clang!

The weapon in Maki's hand fell to the ground.

Deng!

The tip of the knife penetrated into the floor, Maki gasped immediately, watched the long knife nailed to the ground swing gently, and retreated subconsciously.

Now that Cheng Rang had no weapons in his hands, he spoke again.

"Take up your weapon and attack me."

She wanted to do it, she really wanted to pick up a weapon, she wanted to bend down, just put her arms out a little and she could get it!

but--

"...can't do it."

She was completely frightened by the [sword power] that pointed directly at her heart just now.

It wasn't a curse, Maki didn't feel the slightest bit of curse power, but she was frightened by Cheng Rang who wanted to raise the long knife in front of her, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

It took a full 10 minutes before Maki was able to move her stiff body, and slowly knelt on the ground with Cheng Rang's support.

"Master, what was that just now?"

"Come on, drink more hot water to warm up your body." Cheng Rang took out a hot water bottle from his arms and poured a cup of hot water for the stunned apprentice.

"The one just now is called - [Position]"

"...Possession?" During receiving the hot water that was handed over, it was clearly the midsummer of July, but Maki even breathed out a cold breath.

Is the cold feeling that penetrates into the bone marrow real?

"Spend a few more years practicing swordsmanship, and you can be similar to me."

"Liar..."

Cheng Rang chuckled, "Is it better?"

"Hmm. By the way, where did you get this kettle from?"

"Don't pay attention to these details!" Cheng Rang threw the kettle back into his arms, and patted his newly flat chest under Maki's wonderful eyes.

"The so-called [Position] is a unique system. The requirements for strength are actually not high, the main thing is character, and it pays attention to the unity of heaven and man, and the spiritual connection with the weapon in your hand~"

"I don't understand what you're saying at all."

"Do you still want to learn!?" Cheng Rang curled his lips dissatisfied.

Maki nodded earnestly, "—I want to!"

"Then listen to Master."

"Yes!"

Then, Maki's practice began in earnest.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Facing Cheng Rang's first question, the serious-looking girl blushed immediately.

"What is the relationship between learning swordsmanship and falling in love?!"

"Hey, this is the point!" Cheng Rang waved his fingers, "You have to treat the weapon in your hand like a lover, so that it can respond to your call."

"You have to be familiar with every inch, every thread, and every tactile sensation of its body, so that when you close your eyes and touch it with your hair, you can immediately know that it is a part of it."

"Hair has no sense of touch..."

"Yes, of course~"

To be honest, if she hadn't faced the fear of facing death twice, Maki would not believe a word of Cheng Rang's "teaching" that seemed like nonsense now.

The guy in front of him who looks like he's not in good shape on the surface can only feel the suffocating pressure at the moment when he holds the sword.

Only at that time, his dark and bright eyes like stars in the dark night made people dare not look directly at them.

Maki couldn't suppress her inner curiosity, and asked, "Master."

"Ok?"

"How strong are you?"

Cheng Rang pinched his chin and thought for a while, then replied, "Probably super."

"Special... conjurer?"

"It should be about the same."

"Then, how does it compare with Mr. Wujo? Who is better between you two?"

"Of course he is strong!" Cheng Rang replied without hesitation.

"Is that so..."

"Okay, the break time is over, let's go back to the first question, have you ever talked about being in love?"

"Do you still want to ask?!"

"Of course." Cheng Rang spread his hands.

Maki turned her gaze to the side, twirled her hair dishonestly with her fingers, and stammered, "No... I haven't talked about it..."

"Well, then I'll find you a partner. By the way, do you like men or women?"

"Can I not answer?"

"Of course...no."

Looking at Cheng Rang's smiling face in front of him, Maki felt a chill down her spine and shivered twice.

"My sexual orientation is normal."

"...That means you like girls?"

"Are you crazy?!"

The brief farce ended with Cheng Rang handing Maki an ordinary knife.

"what is this?"

"Weapon, do you still need to ask?" Cheng Rang replied.

Maki took the knife and drew it out of its sheath, and took a closer look.

"This is not a magic tool."

"Of course it's not a spell tool, it's just an ordinary long knife for practice. Oh, but it can at least cut a fruit, because it's quite sharp after opening the blade. Be careful."

"I'm not a child anymore..." Maki

With a cold snort, he sheathed the blade.

"Then in the next month, he will be your husband."

"...?"

Facing Maki's wonderful and ghostly eyes, there were a few large characters written clearly on her face: Are you fucking kidding me?

"I'm not kidding you, husband or wife, whatever you want to call it, this knife will be your closest person after this second, and you should regard it as the existence equivalent to your life."

"I don't want to hold it to sleep, do I...?" Maki's knuckles turned white while holding the scabbard, and her face turned blue and purple.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right~" Cheng Rang smiled brightly on his face, and added: "You should also take off its clothes when you sleep."

"Aren't you allowed to bring the scabbard!?"

"Yes~"

"Damn your sister!"

Chapter 50 Phase [-] Training

The training content of the first stage is set. After that, Zenyuan Maki will not be able to separate from the knife in her hand for 24 hours and a second, even when she sleeps.

"In order to supervise the effect of your training, I will come to snatch the weapon in your hand from time to time." Cheng Rang held the handle of the knife in Maki's arms, pulled it hard, and took it into his hand.

"If it is robbed or stolen by me like today, I will beat you up."

"what?!"

"Hardly~"

"So this time counts?"

"Of course." Cheng Rang threw the knife he had snatched back into Maki's arms, then withdrew his original intention, and hit Maki violently with the knife and sheath as a stick.

Whether it is skill or strength, Maki cannot compare with Cheng Rang, but how many Cheng Rang also gave her the conditions to resist.

"You won't have a lot of strength, even if you are injured, you can be healed immediately, don't worry about leaving inexplicable wounds on your pretty little face, as long as you can hold the scabbard I sent you, the punishment will be over. "

The blade mercilessly slammed into Maki's resisting arm, crackling, the girl let out a short scream in pain, and kept gnashing her teeth to hold the scabbard.

But how could the weapon in Cheng Rang's hand be controlled so easily?

The attack line like a loach is unpredictable, every time it seems to be able to catch it, but every time it slips away by a tiny bit and hits the body.

"It hurts!"

"Take a good look at the offensive line and keep your eyes open."

huh - huh!

"Damn it!"

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In this way, a few days passed, and the others didn't pay much attention to the behavior of the second-year Zen Academy senior who suddenly carried a knife with him.After all, she usually carries a weapon, in a bag or behind her back or something.

...

"By the way, the senior sister of the Zen Academy seems to like that knife very much...I saw her take it with her when she took a bath last time."

With a bang, a drink fell from the vending machine in front of her. Nagasaki Yamei reached out and took out the drink can from the grid, and threw one of the bottles to Fuhei.

"Can't we set up a few more vending machines, and run so far every time..."

Fu Hei took the drink and said, "Impossible, there are not many relevant people who can come in."

On the road some distance away from the vending machine, the panda and the dog roll following behind the monastery looked at the long knife that Maki had been wearing around his waist recently.

This doesn't seem like a magic tool, does it?