The all-powerful middle schooler

This really feels a little unreal.

"Nice to meet you, Busujima-senpai."

Izumi Hanegawa nodded calmly and sat opposite him.

"Today, let's make tea and discuss swords."

Masao Busujima pushed a cup of tea over, his eyes sparkling and his gaze emitting a sharp edge like a sword.

101 Flying Sword Style!

Eyes are the windows to the soul.

A person's emotions and thoughts can often be revealed through a look.

Different people have different eyes, which will give people different feelings.

For example, a swordsman's eyes, if he does not hide anything, will definitely be very sharp, and can even give people a stinging feeling, which is usually called "witness technique" in kendo.

This is certainly not some mysterious thing like sword intent, but a method of exerting pressure through eyes to cause the opponent's body to react instinctively.

"He is very fierce and determined. He is indeed an accomplished swordsman of the time."

This is the feeling that the other person's eyes at this moment gave to Izumi Hanegawa.

Moreover, compared to the violent instincts of senior Busujima, there is a more substantial ferocity hidden in the eyes of her father Busujima Masao.

He could judge that the other party must have killed people with his own hands, and more than one. Compared with the swordsman in the kendo competition, he was undoubtedly a master of practical combat.

Of course, he was not interested in the cause and effect, nor did he feel that the other party had the ability to scare him.

"For Busujima-senpai's sake, I can accompany you."

He answered calmly.

"Uh."

Upon hearing this, Busujima Masao was stunned for a moment.

In this boy's eyes, his own reputation is not as useful as his own daughter's reputation?

"How dare you say such a thing, Hanesegawa-kun..."

Sitting next to the stone chair, one of the flying chairs in a circle in the pavilion, the purple-haired lady who was listening silently couldn't help but blush slightly.

But she didn't have any improper thoughts. In her eyes, Hanesegawa-kun was an unparalleled kendo genius who devoted himself to swordsmanship. He should not be so worldly. She was just expressing the closeness of their relationship, nothing more.

"Senior Busujima, what is the sword in your eyes?"

Izumi Hanegawa opened his eyes and looked at the other person with a searching look.

"The sword is a spirit. Just as the sword itself must be upright, so must a person be upright... This is what my former kendo teacher taught me."

There was a glimmer of reminiscence in Busujima Masao's eyes, and there was a hint of melancholy in his tone, which then turned to indifference.

"But then I understood that a sword is a weapon. It is not an item used in kendo competitions, but a weapon of unknown use. The more powerful the sword holder is, the more obsessed he is."

The murder weapon?

Busujima Saeko quietly clenched her hands.

Having committed atrocities before, she understood this point very well. When one holds a weapon that can easily hurt the other party, the desire to destroy becomes more difficult to suppress.

"This is indeed the essence of the sword."

Izumi Hanegawa picked up the teacup and took a sip of the hot tea.

The taste was mellow and fragrant when it went down his throat, leaving a long aftertaste. It was obviously of higher quality than the tea he had drunk in the society.

Seeing the young man in front of him looking so relaxed and contented, Busujima Masao admired him in his heart.

At least at his age, he was far from reaching this state of mind.

Practicing swordsmanship is also practicing the mind, which is a truth he only understood later.

Unfortunately, he realized it a little late.

There was some haze in his eyes.

"So, Hanesegawa-kun, what do you think a sword is?"

Busujima Masao looked ahead through the steam above the water.

"What is a sword? In my eyes, everything in the world can be a sword..."

He sat in the mist, creating a sense of mystery, as if he was a Taoist who was preaching and teaching.

However, this was not enough to convince the father and daughter of Dudao. After all, what he said was too unbelievable for those who had not yet entered the Tao.

"Hasegawa-kun, your swordsmanship is indeed broad, but isn't this a little unrealistic?"

What Busujima Masao wanted to express was very simple. Such words were too empty and needed to be more realistic.

Even Busujima Saeko, who was amazed by Hanesegawa's beauty, found such words too ridiculous.

But when she thought about the other person's performance in school, she could understand and didn't worry about it.

"Bushima-senpai, why aren't you too obsessed with the form the sword presents?"

Izumi Hanegawa asked back disapprovingly.

"A sword is a sword that can be held in the hand, there is no other form."

Busujima Masao shook his head.

He showed limited insight, and that was as it should be.

After all, according to Izumi Hanegawa's estimation, the so-called Sword Saint should still be in the realm of 'mindlessness', but he is a little deeper than other grandmasters.

However, it is quite difficult for them to reach such a level in such a world without magic.

I believe that after the natural disaster, relying on their accumulation, we should be able to make significant improvements.

"Senior Dudao, you are wrong. The essence of an object has never been in the form it presents. After all, its expression can be varied. When you understand the way of the sword, you can naturally use everything in the world as a sword. This is called... the realm of sword heart."

The boy's expression remained the same.

"I haven't heard of it... Never mind."

Busujima Masao seemed to understand something and his expression changed slightly.

He had also heard the saying that genius and madness are usually only one step away from each other, and this was not an exaggeration when applied to this young man.

Only by being so paranoid and believing in oneself to the point of absolute faith can one reach a level that ordinary people cannot reach, right?

Next, the two sides talked about some topics related to swords.

But the other party's answers are always so irrelevant and fantastic, making people feel like they are not living in reality but more like living in a vernacular novel.

Masao Busujima gradually got used to such conversations. Although he thought that what the other party said was crazy, some of his theories were of reference value. Besides, this was his active invitation, so he did not interrupt the conversation.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

"That's it for now."

Izumi Hanegawa took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and suddenly spoke.

Just as he was about to leave, Masao Busujima, who was sitting opposite him, continued, "Hasegawa-kun, I really feel a little reluctant to let you go just like that."

"Oh?"

He stopped and looked back.

The two sides' eyes met, their sharpness revealed, and it seemed as if lightning and sparks were ignited in the void.

"Hasegawa-kun, let me see your sword skills, the swordsmanship that defeated my daughter and made her praise you endlessly."

Masao Busujima stood up, his eyes filled with ambition for the sword.

"it is good."

He just replied with one word lightly.

It just so happens that we can get more accurate observation results through fighting.

And he has never been afraid of challenges.

"Hasegawa-kun, we don't have any kendo uniforms here, so how about we follow the rules you set for me before, and the first one to fall to the ground loses?"

"I have no objection."

A few minutes later, the two stood facing each other in the empty courtyard, about ten meters apart.

Masao Busujima held the wooden sword in both hands, lowered his body slightly, and remained ready to act at any time.

Although he was already a master of swordsmanship, the opponent was just a college student, so his aggressive attitude looked a bit ridiculous.

But after learning about his daughter's fight with the other party, he thought he had to be serious and not fail due to carelessness.

"Hasegawa-kun, a genius is only a genius after all, and lacks the accumulation of years. Next, let me tell you this truth."

He was still confident, he thought to himself.

the other side.

Izumi Hanegawa held a wooden sword in one hand and pointed it at the ground, with a scabbard tied around his left waist.

This was his special request because it was related to the swordsmanship he was going to use next.

It may seem strange to say that swordsmanship is performed with a knife, but in Japan, there is actually no distinction between swords and knives. A knife is a type of sword, and kendo also includes the method of using a knife.

"Who will win? Father, or Hanesegawa-kun?"

Busujima Saeko, who was watching the battle, had a hesitant expression and was really undecided.

Although she did not have a very good relationship with her father, the fact was that her father was indeed one of the few kendo masters in Japan, and he was also a genius who was hard to rival since he was a child.

Even for Hanesegawa-kun, it would be difficult to overcome the accumulated advantages brought by age, right?

It is indeed the most reasonable way to think about it, but she has higher expectations for Hanesegawa-kun.

Maybe, the other party can create a miracle, just like before.

"Hasegawa-kun, pay attention!"

"bring it on."

As a gust of wind blew, the two moved almost at the same time.

When the distance was shortened to a certain extent, Busujima Masao's figure suddenly became erratic and disappeared. Then in the next moment, the action of holding the sword with both hands was changed to the action of drawing the sword with one hand, and he swept forward suddenly.

"boom!"

However, it hit the cross section of another wooden sword.

The movements that seemed difficult to guess in the eyes of others did not escape the capture of Hanezegawa Izumi's eyes, and he accurately placed the blade on the opponent's slashing path.

The reaction was so quick——

Busujima Masao felt a chill in his heart.

but!

The next moment, he twisted his feet and made a light turn in his body. He seemed to be retreating at the first touch, but he quickly regrouped and performed the next move quickly.

"Ghost Sword Technique. Sword Thrust!"

He used his breathing technique, and a tearing sound came from his lips. His speed suddenly exploded, and he stretched out his shackled hands forward, rushing forward like a shot arrow.

When he was about to stab, Izumi Hanegawa's reaction was still swift. With a perfect upward movement and irresistible force, he lifted the opponent's wooden sword and easily resolved the attack again.

"What!?"

Two consecutive failures dealt a certain blow to Masao Busujima's self-confidence.

The opponent seemed to have the ability to predict the future. He knew the flaws in his sword style and repeatedly interrupted his attack at just the right time.

This kind of situation was probably only experienced by his instructor when he first started learning sword.

But, how is this possible?

Now that he is the master of the Busujima-ryu swordsmanship, even when he was sparring with the Sword Saint, he had never felt such a sense of inferiority!