The all-powerful middle schooler

Busujima Saeko, the daughter of the famous Busujima family in kendo, has superb swordsmanship and won the national championship in her second year. She is currently the captain of the third-year kendo club at Shuchiin.

When she is not holding a knife, in the eyes of others, she is a very outstanding traditional woman. She is not only good at cooking, but also humble and gentle to others. She is even known as the Yamato Nadeshiko.

Even if we ignore her family background and achievements, just looking at her appearance, with her long dark purple hair, cold face and proud figure, she can still gain countless fans in school.

But, apart from her, even her only relative, her father, did not understand the dark side of her heart.

She actually has a strong tendency towards violence. When she was in junior high school, she was attacked. She deliberately let the attacker get close to her, and then severely injured the attacker with a wooden sword, even breaking the attacker's leg bones and shoulder blades.

This was clearly excessive self-defense, but given the disparity in strength at the time, her actions were naturally excused.

But she knew that she was excited when she attacked the other person.

Since then, she has quietly concealed this impulse, but it is only hidden, not disappeared, it still exists in her heart.

For example, whenever she practiced with the members of the Kendo Club, due to the difference in strength between the two sides, this irresistible impulse often caused her to 'accidentally' use too much force.

Because of this, gradually no one dared to practice with her.

And now, it seems that such a person appears before my eyes!

In the courtyard of her own samurai residence, Busujima Saeko wielded the blade in her hand meticulously, and the strong sense of excitement rising in her heart made the corners of her mouth rise unconsciously.

"call……"

The wooden sword chopped on the air, making gusts of sharp wind sounds.

a long time.

Only when her clothes were soaked with sweat did she take a breath, put down the wooden sword, and go back to the house to rest.

Just at this time.

She received a call from her father.

"Ya Zi, I heard that you seem to be going to have a kendo competition with others?"

A deep, authoritative voice came from the phone.

"Yes."

she responded.

"That person seems to have caused a lot of trouble in Shuzhiyuan, right?"

"In a sense, yes."

"Don't forget that our Busujima family is one of the founders of Shuchiin. As a famous swordsman, your reputation should not be blasphemed casually, let alone by a little-known person."

"I will win."

Busujima Saeko understood what her father meant and after three seconds of silence, she confirmed it.

This is not a lack of confidence, but a problem in thinking about other aspects.

Unexpectedly, this answer still did not satisfy her father.

"It's not 'will win', it's must win! As the eldest daughter of the Busujima family and the winner of the national tournament, don't you have the confidence to defeat a nobody?"

Hearing this, she really wanted to refute her father that the other party was no longer an "unknown person", but a dragon that had already turned Xiuzhiyuan upside down.

"I can definitely win."

But knowing her father's character, she realized that it would be useless even if she said it, so she continued.

As the winner of the national tournament and a powerful swordsman with superb swordsmanship, Busujima Saeko is also confident in the skills she has practiced until now.

"Then let's talk about this."

With that, the call ended.

Busujima Saeko put down her cell phone, held a wooden sword in one hand, walked slowly to the edge, and looked up at the sky with her deep eyes.

"Hasegawa-kun, I hope you can prove my swordsmanship!"

……

I went out to eat ramen with Chika a few days ago, and since then, Izumi Hanezegawa has been staying at home and hasn't gone anywhere.

It finally rained yesterday, and the soft raindrops fell on the sword of defeat hanging outside, as if washing away all the worldly turbidity and gradually letting it dissipate.

“Yeah, that’s the taste.”

He picked up the Sword of Defeat, sniffed it, nodded with satisfaction, and then put it back in its place.

"Speaking of which, since we have established the Far Eastern Magic Society in reality, we should also establish a faster communication channel in the electronic sea."

With his hands behind his head, Izumi Hanegawa was lying on the sofa to rest when he suddenly thought of this matter. He took out his mobile phone, entered Line to create a group chat, and then clicked on the members of the organization to invite them.

During those days of training for the basketball game, under Qianhua's leadership, all of them added each other as friends.

It can be said that this saved him a lot of effort.

Rikka and Touma responded quickly and joined the group almost immediately. They also quickly changed the name of their group.

The Evil King's True Eye: Could this be an 'utopia' that the sage specially opened up in the electronic sea for the organization?

Thunder Hammer User: Thank you for your hard work, my sage!

When chatting online, Toumori obviously lost his talkative style.

Sage: It’s not hard, it’s just a simple thing.

Thunder Hammer User: It's easy for the Sage, but it's different for me.

The Evil King's True Eye: I have to admit this, even though the Evil King's True Eye is the strongest, it is not as good as the sage's boundless magic power.

Nibutani: Stop bragging, are you really not embarrassed?

Nibutani Morika had joined the group at some point and expressed her opinions.

Of course, she was immediately bombarded by Toumori.

Thunder Hammer User: Fake, don't be so arrogant! Otherwise, sooner or later, the Thunder Hammer will fall on your head!

Nibutani: You're dying of laughter! I'll kill you with this curse without a burial place!

Nibutani: No, no, that doesn't count! Go to hell!

Nibutani then added a crazy little expression.

It seemed as if I could feel her inner despair from the phone screen.

"I said it subconsciously again!"

I can almost hear these words muttered to myself.

Of course, even if he said such words, he couldn't avoid being ridiculed by Toumori Sanae.

If we can't love each other, then kill each other!

This is Izumi Hanegawa's most accurate assessment of the relationship between the two.

The Evil King's True Eye User: All right, hurry up, Tushou, we still have one last stronghold to deal with today.

Thunder Hammer User: Yes! Master!

Nibutani: Why are you typing together? You two idiots!

Sage: Rikka, what are you and Toumori doing?

He asked curiously.

The Evil King's True Eye User: During the routine inspection of the singularity, there seems to be nothing abnormal at the moment.

Thunder Hammer User: My sage, would you like to come with us?

Sage: Forget it. Just do your own thing. If there is anything you can’t handle, call me.

After being rejected, Izumi Hanegawa left the chat group.

Because later on, it’s time to play games as agreed with Eriri.

In this way, the May Day Golden Week passed.

50 I am a good man with a knife

The night gradually disappeared, the sun rose in the east, and a faint fish belly white appeared on the horizon, gradually turning into golden, orange and red, until a brilliant morning glow.

In the warm morning light, the wooden sword hanging in the air seemed to have been precipitated by the years, and the stripes on the hilt appeared brighter and more textured.

Suddenly, a white hand stretched out from below, grasped the bottom of the scabbard, and took it off.

"it's time."

Izumi Hanezegawa murmured softly, took out the bandage he had prepared long ago, wrapped the sword of defeat in his hand, then put on the belt, inserted the sword into the belt at a 60-degree angle and fixed it behind his back.

Go out and go.

However, he immediately encountered a problem.

“Ka…da…”

When he touched the handlebars and was about to ride his beloved bicycle, he found that it could no longer bear the weight and made an unhappy sound.

"What a weak mechanical life form! It's really not as good as well-trained muscles."

"But after a little bit of intensity, I collapsed again so soon."

"It seems that we can only temporarily stop using it."

He sighed.

There was no other choice but to take the train to Shuchiin.

"Mom, what is that big brother carrying?"

"It should be...it should be a guitar, right?"

"A guitar? Why doesn't it look like one to me? It's tied up with bandages, right? Who would destroy it so badly? Maybe it's a sword!"

"Hey, hey, hey, this is too scary!"

"Don't do this, I'm scared. Don't meet a lunatic again."

"He doesn't look like a good person, sis. Let's stay away from him."

"Looking at his school uniform, he should be from Shuchiin, right? There are weirdos everywhere."

"Mom, why are you walking away? I think this big brother is very handsome!"

When Izumi Hanegawa stepped into the carriage, his outfit quickly attracted everyone's attention and discussion.

Because he tied the sword a little too thickly, people had some misunderstandings and thought he was a talent in the light music club, but obviously he was not.

He didn't intend to explain. He just stood in the corner, creating a self-centered territory that no one dared to approach.

Until the tram arrives.

He walked out of the car slowly.

"Whoo~"

Now, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They were really scared that this unknown guy would suddenly pull out a samurai sword and start killing people on the tram.

After all, similar things have happened before.

On the way to Shuchiin, the figure carrying the wooden sword was still the most handsome guy in everyone's eyes.

It’s not like they are participating in any cosplay event, but it’s still curious to see such a scene in daily life.

Everything went smoothly until they arrived at the gate of Shuchi Academy, but Hanegawa Izumi was stopped by someone.

"Wait, wait, this classmate!"

The speaker was a petite, sharp and dashing senior schoolmate.

She opened her hands and made a blocking gesture.