"So all the students on stage today are first-year and second-year students?" Sanchū Ming, who had already arrived at the dojo, asked as she picked out a bamboo sword.

… Her bamboo sword wouldn't be able to be used for the time being.

"Yes, please, Sanchū -san." Kendo's head bowed deeply.

Although this exchange was suspected of using Sanchū Ming to train the new blood, the head had no other choice but to use Sanchū Ming.

He wasn't able to lead Imperial Light Kendo across the country. In his final days, he could only try his best to leave behind a legacy for the future generations, leaving behind an unbreakable road sign.

"Don't be so restrained, just call me Sanchū."

Sanchū Ming, who was used as a road sign and alchemy stone, waved her hand as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "No problem, as long as they don't think I'm too strict."

"Thank you very much." Kendo's head bowed again, "The protective gear is in the locker room —"

"No need, I've brought my gloves."

Mitsuri Yueming picked out a bamboo sword that was heavier than the others and weighed it in his hand. "Just let them wear protective gear."

… She was so blunt that it was frustrating.

The head of the third-year's head froze, then smiled bitterly.

She was saying that the entire Imperial Light Kendo wasn't even qualified to let her wear protective gear.

But Sanchū Ming was telling the truth.

He looked at Sanchū Ming, then looked at the student council president Akashiji Seijuro, then silently bowed and left.

"This is already the sixth school that has contacted me … What are their coaches doing?" Mitsuki Miyazaki complained as he combed his hair and reached into his pocket to look for something.

"Ah … A headband."

She had forgotten that she had given it to the girl in the supermarket yesterday.

"Here." Akaji took off a headband from his wrist.

Wearing a headband on his wrist was a habit that Akaji had developed since he met Sanchū Ming.

Sanchū Ming had been a little muddle-headed in her daily life ever since she was a child. She would lose one of her headbands every day. It was only after Akaji took her to buy a few beautiful headbands that her problem was alleviated.

According to Sanchū Ming, the headbands that Akaji bought were too beautiful, and they were not the same. They were all beautiful when wrapped around the head, hands, neck, and legs. Therefore, every single one of them had to be carefully preserved.

Sanchū Ming had stopped wearing a headband, but Akaji still wore one on his wrist.

Even after Sanchū Ming went to Miyagi Prefecture, this habit did not change.

The members of the basketball club thought that the headband was for the long-haired Atsushi Shihara.

Only two people knew that Akaji's headband had an owner.

"You still haven't changed this habit." Sanchū Ming naturally took it and neatly tied up her long golden hair.

"You're the one who always forgets."

As long as Akaji met Sanchū Ming, he was full of self-restraint, self-restraint, and neither arrogance nor impatience, but only helplessness was left.

He was still the same Sanchū Ming as before, which made Akaji, who was reserved and somewhat nostalgic, feel very comfortable.

"Bring your own backups."

Although he was very happy in his heart, Akaji did not show it on his face. His tone was a little reproachful.

"Isn't there Seijuro here?"

Sanchū Ming waved her hand, exaggeratedly drew a circle with her right foot behind her left foot. Her right hand was in front of her chest, and her left hand was behind her back. She gave Akaji a gentleman's salute.

"I offer you victory."

She said with a smile.

"… I say, Midori, is that really Akaji?

Could he have been possessed? "

"Lord Qingfeng's imagination is unexpectedly rich."

"So that headband has an owner … how romantic!" Ryota Hwang Se poked Momoi beside her. "What do you think, Momoi?"

"What do you think …" Momoi looked at the harmonious atmosphere between the two of them.

"… They have a really good relationship."

Even though their personalities were clearly … two completely different people.

"Your reactions are too slow!"

"One book!

Attacking the face is effective! "

"Full of openings!"

"Two books!

Attacking the abdomen is effective! "

"No need to shout points!

Just watch from the side!

That's the standard sliding step!

Don't wipe the floor!

"What's going on!

Did you fall asleep during explosive training!

"Feet!

Feet start moving!

"If you can't increase your speed, then don't stretch and swing your sword!

By the time you swing down, the opponent's sword will be there!

"Fighters have to find the right position!

Be quick, accurate, and ruthless! "

"Three Suns and Moons …" Huang Ase was frightened by Three Suns and Moons Ming's angry rebuke. "Is this how you behave on the stage …"

He decided to take back his words about Sanchū Ming being gentle and cute.

Momoi followed closely behind him. She felt that she was too sweet for thinking that the two of them were completely different.

"You're making a fuss over nothing," Midori snorted coldly. "You haven't seen her beat up delinquents before. That's when she was a living devil."

"Eh?!

She beat up delinquents before?! "

"I think so.

I heard that Sanchū -senpai beat up all the delinquents in Miyagi Prefecture when she was in her first year of junior high school.

The kendo boy in the exchange team had a yearning look on his face. "Ah, Sanchū -senpai's movements are so nimble … oh my god, president, look!

That counterattack just now!

"Why didn't I choose Mount Chidori QAQ?"

This brainless fan was hopeless.

"Even if I had chosen you, you wouldn't have been able to pass."

The president smirked and punched his junior's head. "Play ball peacefully until you graduate, huh?"

"Wow, the president has transformed into a Saiyan!"

Daigetsu Aofeng crossed his arms and stood on the side, watching Sanchū Ming on the field.

Facing a fully armed opponent, she didn't even wear a mask, only a pair of gauntlets to protect her hands.

"Did you not eat this morning?

Use your strength! "Sanchū Ming knocked the bamboo sword out of the boy's hand.

He didn't know this kind of Sanchū Ming.

The Sanchū Ming Daigetsu Aofeng knew was shy, timid, soft, gentle, and needed to be taken care of.

Bullied by boys, frightened by grass snakes, and sad to the point of needing to be patted on the head to comfort her.

In his vague memory, he had never seen this kind of Sanchū: strict, unsmiling, aggressive, and merciless.

It was like a sharp sword that had just been unsheathed. It was so cold that it could cut everything.

Didn't she realize that she would cut others?

Daigetsu Aofeng looked around the whole kendo hall.

"… What's going on?"

Why didn't anyone feel scared or depressed?

"What's going on?"

"Ah, I asked?" Daigetsu Aofeng rubbed his head and asked directly: "Why aren't you afraid of her?"

"Hey?

Why should we be afraid of Sanchū -senpai? "

"She is so strong –"

Indeed, even Daigetsu Aofeng, who didn't know anything about kendo, could feel the frightening murderous aura on the field. Powerful, courageous, and not to be provoked.

That aura was not directed at him, but Daigetsu Aofeng could feel the blade at his throat.

He moved his fingers and clenched his fists.

"– Like a monster."

Monster, yaka yaka yaka.

This was what countless people called Qingfeng behind his back.

Inoue, who Qingfeng had always regarded as an opponent and was already one of the top players in the country, gave up all resistance when facing him and said to him –

"You don't know what kind of monster you have grown into."

"What's the problem?" The kendo boy was puzzled. "Sanchū -senpai is a monster, the Demon King?"

Even Sanchū Ming himself said that he was a monster.

"Sanchū -senpai is the great Demon King who stood on the podium during the IH three-game winning streak and declared, 'I am a monster, those who think they are monsters, let them go.'" The boy praised his respected senior with a strange pride.

Daigetsu Aofeng choked.

"Lord Qingfeng means that Sanikuyue San is so strong that her opponents won't be afraid of her?

Her teammates won't be afraid of her? "Tetsuya Kuroko saw Daigetsu Aofeng's clenched fists and his face darkened as he explained.

"Ah!

Where did she come from! "The boy was scared and took a step back." I, I'm sorry!

I'm rude! "

Tetsuya Kuroko, who was used to it, shook his head to show that he didn't care.

"Of course they're afraid of her." The boy scratched his head. "Sanchū -senpai is a complete demon in the kendo field!

Demon!

She's the kind that most of the people who draw her before the semi-final will forfeit! "

"But you like her very much." Satsuki Momoi said.

The boy's face turned red.

"My Sanada is too thin-skinned and has never seen the world. Beautiful manager, please be merciful." The head of the department put an arm on the young man's shoulder and pulled him back.

"What nonsense is Director Takao talking about!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Satsuki Momoi was a little embarrassed. "I'm just a little curious …"

The black-haired director stared at Satsuki Momoi until Daigetsu Aofeng stood in front of him.

"What's there to see?" Daigetsu Aofeng's tone was very bad.

Although his line of sight was blocked, Director Takao didn't get angry. He still had a smile on his face.

He looked at Daigetsu Aofeng and then looked at Satsuki Momoi behind Daigetsu Aofeng. He suddenly reached out and patted his junior.

"Sasuke," he dragged his voice. "This kind of thing must be explained clearly, okay?"

Sanada Sasuke's face was so red that it was almost bleeding.

"That …" He scratched his face in embarrassment. "My family runs a dojo."

Sanada Sasuke looked at Sanchū Ming, who was correcting his opponent's posture. "That's why I'm used to being scolded and defeated."

"I've met many monster-like opponents that I can't defeat.

"But there's no other way, right?"

Contrary to his naive personality, Sanada Sasuke's words were very straightforward. "Competitive sports are all about talent.

If there are ordinary people, then there are geniuses and monsters.

It's normal for a newcomer who has only been practicing for a month to defeat someone who has been practicing for a long time.

"I don't really understand what you mean … I feel like your 'monster' and my 'monster' don't mean the same thing." Although he was a little simple-minded, he was still able to distinguish between the two.

"If you say that Sanchū senpai is a monster, then there won't be a second person with her talent. If you say that she's the Demon King, then it's because she's like a cat playing with a mouse. Once she attacks, she's merciless.

"But just because she's a monster in Kendo doesn't mean that she's a monster.

Sanchū senpai is a very nice person. Every time she finishes a match, she'll give her opponent advice. Sometimes she can't control her strength and injures her opponent. She'll even apologize. "Sanada Sasuke pointed at the stage." Look. "

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to my strength."

Sanchū Ming waved her hand to stop the match. She walked up to her opponent, who she had stabbed in the throat, and lifted her opponent's mask to take a closer look.

"Sanchū senpai!

I'm fine! "

"What do you mean fine … It's completely red.

Isn't it disgusting?

Swallow it. Does it hurt? "

"It's not disgusting!

It doesn't hurt! "

"That's good." Sanchū Ming pulled up his mask and resumed her stern expression. "Your defense was too slow!

Your arm flew to the sky! "

"Yes!"

"I think Sanchū senpai is competing with the mentality of nurturing the younger generation."

Sanada Sasuke said, "It's not just Teiguang. I heard that Tachikaidai, Seigakure, Bingsheng Middle School, and several other schools have also invited Sanchū senpai to guide them.

Senpai has accepted all of them. He'll probably be very busy these days … "

"Fighting Sanchū senpai will definitely improve very quickly." Sanada said enviously.

"I remember that you have quite a few Kendo masters in your family?" Takao asked, "Why are you so envious?"

"That's different …"

In other words, the Three Suns and Moon Brightness were completely suppressing his strength?

She was clearly a monster, but she had to blend in with the crowd?

Daigetsu Aofeng almost couldn't control his anger.

"Boring." He completely lost his appetite and turned to leave.

"Lord Qingfeng!" Momoi hurriedly chased after him. "Akaji Jun still has something to say!"

Tetsuya Kuroko pursed his lips as he watched Daigetsu Aofeng leave the dojo.