Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

All he needs to do is approach his full concentration.

(Pour all your stored physical and magical energy into your sword.)

(You don’t need to worry about your survival instinct. What you need to do is to completely break the limits of your life and pour everything into this knife.)

(A real, unreserved, focused cut.)

“——『One Blade Rakshasa』!”

The moment you take your first step.

The world before his eyes instantly turned black and white, and all colors and sounds left him.

The joints and bones all over the body were creaking, and the blood vessels in the thighs, arms and other parts of the body were ruptured.

It doesn't matter even if I'm torn to pieces.

All you need to do is put everything you have into this moment, swing your strongest sword in an instant, and end this battle.

The pitch-black blade light turned into a dazzling meteor, dragging a tail of light like a comet, and he swung his blade in the silent world without any light, which seemed like a dead space.

"awesome!"

"Sure enough, I'm not the only one making progress here. Ikki is also growing."

Ikki Kurogane has appeared behind Shizuya Kirihara, his body covered in blood, kneeling on the ground.

The outcome was decided, and Haramura Makoto stood up directly.

He didn't hear the name of that move, but from the explosion of magical power, its concentration, and the pressure it put on the body.

It feels like an advanced version of Yidao Shura.

Originally during this period of time, he had developed his abilities and was familiar with combat techniques, and now he has surpassed Ikki Kurogane in all aspects.

But once this move was made, the outcome between the two of them became uncertain.

"What are you going to do, Makoto?"

Looking at Haramura Makoto who had already stood up, Stella asked curiously, preparing to get up and follow Haramura Makoto.

"Teacher Xijing Ningyin has something to ask me, Stella, you should go back first."

……

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, President Toudou."

Walking out of the gymnasium and standing at the entrance for spectators, Makoto Haramura waved and greeted the girl with brown double pigtails and brown-rimmed wide-rimmed glasses.

"Nothing."

"I was also watching Kurotate-kun's match just now, so I can't really be considered to be waiting for you, Junior Brother."

Dongtang Daohua pushed his glasses and smiled slightly.

Is this a very intimate feeling?

Anyway, compared to the last time I was taking his statement, when he looked cold and impartial, it feels a little better now.

"You can't even be considered my junior brother."

"After all, I haven't received permission from the God of War yet, so I haven't officially become his disciple yet."

Haramura Makoto followed Toudou Touka's pace, about one step away from each other, maintaining a certain sense of distance.

"I have already heard the details."

Dongtang Daohua walked with light steps and his tone seemed a little cheerful.

"Big Sister is the Master's favorite disciple."

"Since the senior sister has said so, it means that you, junior brother, must have something that the master will like."

After turning several corners, Dongtang Daohua finally stopped in a place similar to a park for exercise.

"So it's basically impossible to fail the test."

"Daohana-chan!"

"Just tell me now. I have no way to test him."

Silently!

Haramura Makoto didn't notice any sound as the old man in the gray kimono appeared directly behind Haramura Makoto and Toudou Touka.

From his wrinkled face, one can tell that the old man is very old.

But from his restrained eyes and straight back, it can be judged that even though he is old, the strength of this old man is still terrifying and unimaginable.

"Hello, Doushin, Master Nango Hikojiro."

He turned around and faced the old man, and bowed respectfully.

The answer came out the moment the old man appeared.

He is so powerful that he can appear directly behind his current self.

He is already very old, and the special footwork he used just now was to pull his feet out, and Dongtang Daohua did not show any hostility.

Could it be anyone else except the person he came here to see?

"Hey my, Daohua-chan has already said that, why are you still calling me that?"

"Does this mean that you are a very rigid child?"

The old man had a playful smile on his face, looking very out of tune.

It was very different from the impression that Haramura Makoto had in his mind.

"Forget it, this kid is not that kind of person."

"He did it on purpose, old man."

Xijing Ningyin appeared next to Haramura Makoto in almost the same state, but he could clearly feel the aura of Xijing Ningyin when she appeared.

"Puzu is the threshold to becoming a master. If you can learn the steps of Puzu, you have already passed the test."

Also falling down was Xijing Ningyin's iron fan.

"Chong-"

Sparks flew and the buzzing sound of metal clashing was heard.

At some point, Haramura Makoto's inherent spiritual outfit appeared in his hand, blocking Xijing Ningyin's iron fan.

"So, do I pass your test?"

In this posture, Haramura Makoto turned his head and looked at Nango Hikojiro with burning eyes.

"Hahaha--"

Nango Hikojiro laughed out loud.

"Of course you passed, and I have been observing you for a few days."

"In terms of character, he is also quite qualified."

"So I accept you as my disciple."

Although he already knew that the answer was largely affirmative, at the moment it was truly confirmed, Haramura Makoto still couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

After all, in a sense, this old man currently represents the pinnacle of magic knights in this country.

Fighting God!

This is the only Japanese who has ever won the Doushen Cup held in the Chinese Shenlong Temple.

There are not many world-class competitions that the Swordsmen can participate in. Excluding events like the Olympics, there are only the KOK competition hosted by the Alliance and the Fighting God Cup held by the Chinese Dragon Temple.

It’s just different from a highly secure league like KOK.

The competition system held by Shenlong Temple is extremely cruel and primitive. No matter whether it is conspiracy or tricks, as long as they can be used, they can be used.

After winning, apart from the title of fighting god, there is no other reward.

Because of this cruel competition system and the large number of experts in Shenlong Temple, almost no foreigners have ever won under this competition system.

Nango Hikojiro is called the fighting god because he once won a championship.

That's why Haramura Makoto was excited about becoming Nango Hikojiro's disciple.

"master!"

The specific procedure of becoming a disciple here is not very clear, but Haramura Makoto still bowed obediently again.

"Alright, alright, I don't have such complicated ceremonies here."

Just like the frivolous look he showed just now, Nango Hikojiro is indeed not the kind of person who pays attention to red tape.

To be honest, this is a very rare thing in Japanese society.

Especially for such an important matter as becoming a disciple, there should be a lot of ancient etiquette.

"Well, let me think about it."

Nango Hikojiro stroked his well-groomed white beard and looked as if he was thinking.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally set his sights on Dongtang Daohua.

"Daohana-chan, do you have any competitions in the next three days?"

"No, Master."

"I only have one more win left before I win the trials."

Dongtang Daohua responded in a serious tone.

"In that case, the training begins. You two should come with me."

"No, wait, old man, it should be my job to train him."

The gravity field was inadvertently released, and Xijing Ningyin looked at Nango Hikojiro with an unfriendly look.

Nango Hikojiro waved his hands impatiently.

"Your strength is beyond the limit, so you are of no use."

Chapter 087 Double Standard Attitude

Time passes slowly.

Before we knew it, the trials were coming to an end, and after a few more rounds of competition the participants of the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival would be officially decided.

And here is the dome training ground of Pojun Academy.

There was no one in the surrounding stands, only one person at the edge of the training ground, and a red-haired female student in the center of the training ground.

"Let's get started, Stella."

Shinguji Kurono lit a cigarette skillfully and held it between his lips, and shouted at Stella who was holding a sword in both hands in the middle of the training ground.

"I see."

Stella took a deep breath and agreed in a sonorous voice.

"Dong dong..."

At this moment, Stella's chest suddenly heard a strong heartbeat.

"Bam—!"

At the same time, Stella's gorgeous hair, like a red lotus, floated up directly, and the phosphorescent light of fire drifted out from the ends of her hair. Her body suddenly burst out with an astonishing temperature, and even the air around her was distorted, causing the terrifying light and heat to spread throughout the entire place.

The princess of Famiglian emitted a strong light from all the bones and joints of her body, which flickered on and off, beating and stopping in time with the sound of her strong heartbeat.

Then, a diamond-shaped red crystal appeared on Stella's forehead.

Behind it, the shadow of a giant western dragon immediately emerged.

immediately……

“Laaaaaaa——!”

Stella opened her cherry lips, revealing her cute fangs, and let out a shrill roar.

The roaring sound turned into a raging wave, condensing into shape, and rolled around like a storm.