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When she was sure that Sasaki would not react to her small tentative movements, Miyajima Sakura slowly leaned forward with her small feet and made the same tentative movement as before.

Then he exerted force with his feet, suddenly tilted his body, and disappeared from Sasaki's sight.

Hearing the faint sound of wind coming from behind him, Sasaki, who was standing still, turned around and slashed with his sword without thinking.

Chapter 92: Have you had enough of the trouble?

Facing Sasaki's sword that turned around and slashed at him.

Miyajima Sakura, who had anticipated his reaction, withdrew her feint to lure him into attacking, strode into his blind spot, and stabbed at his masked neck.

Sensing the attack coming from behind her left, Sasaki turned her wrist and leaned back to avoid the attack.

He ignored the bamboo sword that slashed across his mask.

The bamboo sword in Sasaki's right hand drew a bamboo-yellow semicircle in front of him and slashed towards Miyajima Sakura who was exposed to the field of vision.

Now Miyajima Sakura, who still maintains the stabbing posture, has two choices. One is to fight hard and exchange one for one.

Sasaki would hit her left shoulder, and he could also stab his right elbow.

However, considering the strength comparison between the two sides, the consequences of this one-for-one exchange may not be worthwhile.

The second option is to be more cautious and retreat now while you can still escape safely and avoid his attack.

However, if he does this, he will definitely be more cautious when facing his own attacks in the future.

And considering the physical strength of men and women, and the physical exhaustion of his constant feints... and the fact that he had not yet used the "Swallow Return"

After a quick thought, Miyajima Sakura, who wanted to beat Sasaki to low health, continued to stab forward.

He just lowered his left elbow in a blocking gesture.

Snapped--

Dole——

The slight numbing feeling from the bamboo sword hitting her left forearm through the arm guard made Miyajima Sakura subconsciously look up at Sasaki.

Knowing that he was worried about her, she subconsciously retracted her strength, but the result was that Miyajima Sakura was unable to retreat smoothly due to the force he exerted.

What's worse is that the bamboo sword he stabbed out was caught in his arm.

Just as Miyajima Sakura was trying to pull out the bamboo sword, Sasaki suddenly let go of the bamboo sword that was clamped in his arm.

? !

Miyajima Sakura was startled when she pulled the trigger, but her body leaned back involuntarily.

In order to avoid the students around her seeing her falling like a child, Miyajima Sakuramei's soft pink heels knocked on the wooden training ground, making slight "thump thump" sounds.

Before she could regain her balance, Sasaki, who had expected this to happen, rushed forward, holding the knife high in both hands, and slashed at Miyajima Sakura.

"mean!"

The male student who was watching the two fighting on the side and had a crush on Miyajima Sakura couldn't help but mutter something.

As the fiancé of Miyajima-senpai, it was just a sparring match... but he didn't hold back at all...

He has absolutely no gentlemanly manners. How could Miyajima-senpai fall for such a man?

If it were me, I would definitely...

I don’t know the anger and dissatisfaction in the hearts of the male students who were watching the fight around.

Miyajima Sakura was not annoyed by Sasaki's series of actions.

In a fight between warriors, any act of letting the other side win will be seen as looking down on the other side.

She started practicing sword at the age of seven, and it has been eleven years now.

Over the years, she has defeated countless opponents and received countless praises and honors.

Since when did she, the successor of the Miyajima-ryu school, need others to let her go in order to win in a battle?

If Sasaki really let her know that he was letting her down, she would definitely! Definitely... definitely ignore him for a long time.

I don't know what Miyajima Sakura is thinking.

Sasaki watched her dodge his vertical blow by leaning sideways in a somewhat awkward manner. After estimating the distance between them, he took a step back, bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, held the knife with both hands on his right side, and made a somewhat strange posture.

"Sakura, enough of that."

Seeing Miyajima Sakura's pupils suddenly shrink, obviously knowing what she was going to do, Sasaki smiled. After saying a few words of ridicule, he leaned forward and swung his knife.

Watching Sasaki preparing to chop forward with the bamboo sword, and listening to her mother, who had a deep understanding of the technique, talk about this move, Miyajima Sakura still hasn't figured out how to deal with this legendary sword technique.

After all, I have never experienced it myself. I only heard my mother say in shock that it was weird and impossible to avoid.

These adjectives really couldn't provide her with any effective help.

However, unlike her mother who was killed by Hatsumi, Miyajima Sakura, who had known that he could use this trick, could not find a way to break it, but she was not caught off guard.

Just as she was about to raise her knife to block the blow, she saw Sasaki leaning forward and suddenly remembered his action of taking a step back just now.

'Do you think the distance is too close?'

I don’t know if this is a solution to “Falling Swallows”.

But when Sasaki was about to swing his knife, Miyajima Sakura didn't know how to respond and had no other choice.

The delicate, jade-white feet were lightly lifted, exposing five white and tender toes shaped like milk-flavored jelly beans to the air. They were slightly stretched due to the force of the plump thighs lifting up.

A light pink sole of the foot stepped on the cool and smooth wooden floor like cherry blossoms falling to the ground.

Miyajima Sakura leaned forward, strode forward, holding the knife with both hands on the right side of her body, facing Sasaki's sharp eyes.

When he was under pressure from Sasaki and doubting whether his action was correct, Miyajima Sakura, who was looking at him, keenly noticed a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The surprise seemed to be because of her actions, but also because...

Before Miyajima Sakura could think about it, she saw Sasaki frowning under the mask and swung the blade.

The vision in front of me suddenly darkened.

A line emitting a bamboo yellow light in the darkness gradually enlarged in Miyajima Sakura's vision.

The doubts that were gradually rising in her heart had not yet been answered, but the feeling of facing "the return of the swallows" that her mother had told her about emerged in her mind, causing Miyajima Sakura's scalp to numb, and she hurriedly swung out her bamboo sword.

But the place where she swung the knife was not the left side where the blade was attacking, or the top, but the right side.

Because my mother said that when she faced "Yan Fan", she had no time to block it and could only watch helplessly as one bamboo-yellow knife light after another appeared in her field of vision.

After asking her mother about the order in which the sword lights would appear, and knowing that she could not block all of them with her own ability, Miyajima Sakura could only gamble on the direction in which the sword lights would appear in the end.

Just as she expected, at the moment when she swung her sword forward, a bamboo yellow "line" that appeared out of nowhere suddenly appeared above her head.

When she saw it, she felt the force coming from the left side and above her head almost at the same time.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

Three crackling sounds, the order of which could not be distinguished, echoed in Miyajima Sakura's ears.

When her vision returned, she saw Sasaki's bamboo sword hitting her mask, and her own bamboo sword hitting his left shoulder.

She blinked with a silly expression that didn't match her stern look. Before Miyajima Sakura could even let out a breath, she saw Sasaki putting away his sword and standing, preparing to bend down, as if he wanted to bow to her.

Because there were no rules in kendo competition except for the way to win, Miyajima Sakura, who had relaxed a little, forgot about bowing.

Secretly regretting her own impoliteness, Miyajima Sakura imitated Sasaki's actions, simply bent down and bowed, and then prepared to stand up.

But before she could move, she saw a pair of feet in front of her that were very wide compared to her own.

Recognizing that the feet belonged to Sasaki, Miyajima Sakura was about to look up when she heard Sasaki say:

"Don't move, I'll take off your mask."

After removing the hood, Miyajima Sakura, who had her long blue hair wrapped in a white headscarf, took off her arm guard and was about to raise her hand to wipe the sweat from her temples and forehead.

Then he saw Sasaki, who was standing in front of him, took a few steps forward, and then Miyajima Sakura was hugged in his arms.

Ok?

As soon as doubts arose in her mind, Miyajima Sakura remembered the bet they had made before.

Knowing that Sasaki wanted to ask her for the bet here in front of everyone, Miyajima Sakura's pretty face, which had been slightly flushed due to the hood, turned even redder.

Because she was wearing protective gear, Miyajima Sakura didn't feel anything different when she was held in his arms.

But when she thought about what Sasaki was going to do and the hot smell of sweat coming from his body, she felt like she was wearing a cotton jacket and standing under the midsummer sun, and she was so hot that she felt dizzy.

Feeling the bright and burning gazes around me like candles.

Miyajima Sakura raised her ruddy face, which was also covered with sweat, and said to Sasaki in a weak tone that was completely different from before:

"That kind of thing...can't be done here~"

While speaking, Miyajima Sakura gently pushed Sasaki with her soft and tender red and white hands.

He didn't pay attention to her push, which was not even as strong as a cat's.

Sasaki looked down at her face, which was as red as a ripe tomato and covered with glistening sweat.

I couldn't help but raise my hand, holding her soft and warm palm-sized delicate face, and using my thenar muscles to squeeze her soft face that looked like a soft-boiled egg.

"That's fine, because I won."

As he spoke, Sasaki looked at the beautiful lines clearly visible on the moist lips and slowly lowered his head.

"No, you didn't..."

? !

"Hmm~?"

The fiery breath that came towards her burned Miyajima Sakura's already bright and watery eyes, making those eyes as beautiful as irises covered with a layer of hazy mist.

The words that had not yet been finished were blocked back in his mouth.

Feeling dizzy and as if her soul had been sucked out of her head, Miyajima Sakura lay in Sasaki's arms like a boneless fish.

I didn't know about the bet between the two.

Looking at the two people hugging and being intimate in the field, Kobayashi Ayaka opened her bright and star-like eyes, covered her mouth with her hands in joy and disbelief, and murmured:

"Sakura~Sakura is really brave~"

"No, don't do this kind of thing~~~~!!!"

Unlike girls like Kobayashi Ayaka who were envious of the two, the boys sitting next to the training ground cried out in disillusionment.

Listen to the noise around me.

Miyajima Sakura blinked in confusion, and as her soul came back to her, she realized what had happened. She didn't want to push Sasaki hard to embarrass him, so she could only frown and look at him pitifully with her big watery eyes.

I know that if I continue, Miyajima Sakura will get bored.

Sasaki took a step back, snapped the silver thread that connected the two of them, and looked at the rosy-cheeked kendo girl with a smile:

"I'll hug you later. There are too many people here now."

Trapped by the education she received, Miyajima Sakura couldn't say anything to complain about him.

But the first half of his sentence was obviously wrong, so Miyajima Sakura subconsciously refuted:

"Um, wasn't that just now..."

"Yes, I kissed you, but I didn't hug you."

"You didn't feel anything, did you?"

Tapping the protective gear on his body, Sasaki smiled like an insatiable and cunning fox, fooling the kendo girl who was not good at speaking and could not use sophistry.

"That's good, but it shouldn't be counted that way."

"Then how should it be calculated? If it's through the protective gear, isn't it the same as not hugging at all?"

Knowing that she cannot win over Sasaki on this matter, the polite and law-abiding Miyajima Sakura tries to use other methods to make Sasaki give up the idea of ​​taking advantage of her again.

She didn't reject Sasaki from getting close to her.

She just subconsciously felt that Sasaki would definitely not satisfy a hug so easily.