The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

If I didn't want to maintain my image, I wouldn't take the initiative to take on the job of squad leader.

Sato Yoshiaki asked nonchalantly, "Why didn't you join the Kendo Club? I didn't see you among the new members."

Since elementary school, this person has been my follower. She would do whatever I did, took the same middle school entrance exam, and now she's attending the same high school. The words "I like you" are almost written on her face.

..It feels weird.

Although he knew that this person liked him, to be honest, Sato Yoshiaki didn't care much about Sudo Rinka.

He is the leader of the Kendo Club. From childhood to adulthood, no matter where he goes, he has always been the social center of the class.

He is handsome, good at studying, talented, comes from a good family, is very outstanding, and has everything.

How can a country girl who is mediocre in every aspect except her good academic performance be worthy of me?

Come to think of it, why did I think she was cute when I was a kid?

I can't figure it out, maybe it's just a childhood illusion.

However, I continued to keep her hanging, playing fishing games, and asking her to run errands and do some work for me. It was actually not bad to have an obedient follower like in junior high school.

Thinking of this, Sato Yoshiaki smiled gently, "You may not know this, but I am now the leader of the Kendo Club."

"It just so happens that we're recruiting new first-year members. Why don't you join my club now and we can get along just like before?"

"..."

Get along well.

This person really dares to say that.

Just like before, am I being treated like a tool by you, being ordered around?

There was a hint of coldness in Sudo Rinka's eyes, but she hid this emotion well.

Using false tenderness to deceive others and play with one's own feelings..

"Okay, can you take me to the Kendo Club?"

She smiled a gentle, harmless smile. "I haven't practiced kendo in a long time. Can I practice with Brother Yiming?"

"Okay."

...

The familiar yet unfamiliar protective gear has a heavy and slightly rustic smell.

The bamboo sword in my hand is for beginners, and it might be a bit heavy for a girl, but in my hand, it feels light and easy to use...

"Come on, swing your sword at me."

The blond boy, without any protective gear, stood casually in the dojo, not taking Sudo Rinka in front of him seriously.

He has studied kendo for ten years and is full of talent and experience, and he never slacks off in training.

On this path, he has achieved the best that a person of his age can do. A weak girl wearing armor and unable to even hold a sword can probably not even touch him with the sword.

"Brother Yiming, don't you wear protective gear?"

Sudo Rinka couldn't help but ask.

Sato looked around at the other club members who were looking over here, among whom were many new first-year students.

It's a good opportunity to show my level in front of them and let them know the difference between beginners and myself.

Thinking of this, Sato Yoshiaki showed a confident expression, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Don't worry, I'm just practicing with you. Of course I won't get hurt."

"It's good that you can touch me with your sword."

"..."

"Ok, I see."

Sudo Rinka nodded seriously, and tightened the bamboo sword in her hand little by little.

"I'll give it my all."

The girl stood in the vast dojo, an old but still hard armor tightly wrapped around her body, flashing with a cold light.

The sword is solemn and calm.

She stood majestically, her body straight, her muscles taut, like an iron pillar rooted in the earth.

"...It's, it looks pretty good..."

Looking at Rinka Sudo, who was faintly emitting a hint of fighting spirit and whose entire face was wrapped in protective gear, looking extremely unfamiliar, Sato Yoshiaki, who had been expressing a casual expression, could not help but stand up straight.

The sword that was originally held in one hand was now unconsciously held tightly in both hands.

It was as if he was facing a battle-hardened warrior.

No, no, no... She is that Sudo... the follower who is responsible for cleaning the department every day and can't even hold a sword.

"Excuse me, can I start?" asked Sudo Rinka.

"..Yeah." He hesitated for a moment before nodding.

...are you hesitating? Why?

However, there was no time to think about it.

The girl in heavy protective gear took two steps forward in an instant, and the moment he nodded, she swung the bamboo sword without hesitation.

The bamboo sword creates an extremely concise arc, designed solely for striking down the enemy.

Unlike sword techniques that are more about showmanship, her sword moves don't have that many complicated moves.

Usually, it is only used to make people lie on the ground.

The speed is so fast that it is difficult to discern its trajectory.

..so fast.

Sato Yoshiaki was stunned for a moment before he reacted and tried to block the sword.

However, because of this moment of hesitation, he slowed down.

The next moment, a powerful blow was swung down before his sword was steady, breaking through the defense violently and passing by the side of his head.

The sword passed the edge of my sight and landed on my shoulder with a blast like a blast through the air.

"Snapped!"

A heavy blow hit the left shoulder, bringing a dull and solid sound.

"hiss!"

The solid bamboo sword hits the body like a bamboo stick weighing several pounds.

Unable to bear the severe pain in his skin, Sato staggered back suddenly, gasping for breath.

This sword actually instinctively fell on his head.

But Sudo Rinka still hesitated after all.

She withdrew most of her strength at the moment of swinging the sword and changed the angle.

But even so, the sword in Sato Yoshiaki's hand was almost knocked out by the shock.

The members around were all shocked for a moment.

Although as the head of the Kendo Club, Yoshiaki Sato is not the strongest in the Kendo Club, there is a main general whose strength is far above his.

But he is definitely not a weak person.

You know, the only commander stronger than him is Nanchuan Yue... the granddaughter of Nanchuan Jie, who was famous in his youth and was recognized as a sword master in the kendo world in his old age...

Who was this person in front of him? A newbie brought here by the club leader, who said he had barely learned kendo!

Although Sato Yoshiaki was not wearing protective gear, anyone could see that if he had been wearing protective gear, the sword would have landed directly on his head!

Not to mention Sato who took the sword personally.

Noticing the discussions among the members around him, his originally confident expression turned into a look of embarrassment, and he felt a little annoyed for a moment.

"Come again! I was just distracted!"

He is getting serious!

My ten years, how can someone like you destroy them!

...

Ten seconds later, Sato Yoshiaki was desperately trying to resist the torrential attack in front of him, but he was clearly at a disadvantage. Various parts of his body were hit by the bamboo sword because he was unable to defend himself.

Soon after, he lost his balance and was knocked to the ground by Sudo Rinka's final blow to the head.

“——The Minister has fallen!!”

fleeting.

Sudo Rinka stood there, still dignified and straight.

She didn't even breathe, but lowered her head and looked at Sato Yoshiaki quietly. There was no complacency in her eyes, just a hint of calm indifference.

"Brother Yiming, are you okay?"

After a moment, she took off her mask, sheathed her sword, and reached out to him, who was lying on the ground with marks all over his body.

Yoshiaki Sato's face flushed red, and he couldn't see the scene in front of him at all. He pushed her hand away breathlessly, struggled to sit up, and looked at Rinka Sudo in astonishment.

"...you.."

The face beneath the mask was no longer the docile one that made people feel bored.

But it is a beautiful and heroic face.

The emerald phoenix eyes, looking down from above, are the finishing touch.

Very beautiful.

"..I, I'm fine."

He tried to stand up in confusion, but now he found that his whole body was in pain.

Why...can’t I stand up...?

But this appearance is exactly my ideal type.

Is this what she looks like?

Sato Yoshiaki coughed, smiled awkwardly, and said while enduring the pain:

"Rinka, how about being my girlfriend?"

"..."

Her eyes were a little cold.

"what?"

......

......

In the activity room of the study department, the class monitor, who was wearing a thick sportswear and looked chubby and shy as always, brought a chair.

The smile on her face was as amiable as that of the old lady next door, and her whole body exuded the aura of "this person is easy to bully" and "she will probably agree to whatever you say".

Sudo Rinka put away her schoolbag, took out her books and placed them on the table...

Everything is so harmonious, as peaceful and tranquil as ever...

"Excuse me, is the guy you beat up still alive?"

Sudo put down his book, put his index finger under his lips and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "I should be able to return to school before next week, right...?"

"...Should be? Next week?"

The white-haired loli felt that something was wrong, frowned, and protected the minister in front of her.

Amamiya Yi: “?”

So cowardly? Are you a dog?

I was so busy counting that I forgot to tie you up, right?