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"No need to be so restrained.

Just call me Sanchū. "Sanchū Ming, who was used as a beacon and alchemy stone, waved his 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." The head of Kendo bowed again.

"The protective gear is in the locker room —"

"No need.

I have a gauntlet. "Sanchū Ming picked out a relatively heavy bamboo sword.

He weighed it in his hand.

"Just make sure they wear the protective gear."

… It was so straightforward that it made people feel defeated.

The head of the third year was stunned.

Then he smiled bitterly.

This was saying that the entire Imperial Light Kendo didn't even have the qualifications to make her wear protective gear.

However, Sanchū Ming was telling the truth.

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

He bowed and left in silence.

"This is already the sixth school that has contacted me … What are their coaches doing?" Sanchū Ming complained as she combed her hair.

She reached out and rummaged in her pocket.

"Ah … headband."

She forgot to bring the headband 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 confused in her daily life since she was a child.

She lost a box of headbands every day.

It was only after Akaji took her to buy a few rolls of beautiful headbands that this habit of losing things was alleviated.

According to Sanchū Ming, the headbands that Akaji bought were too beautiful, and they were not the same.

They were wrapped around the head, hands, neck, feet … They were all very beautiful.

So every one of them had to be well preserved.

Sanchū Ming started not to throw headbands.

However, Akaji still wore a headband 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 haven't changed that habit of yours," Sanchū Ming said naturally.

She neatly tied up her long golden hair.

"It's you who always forgets."

As long as Chi Si met the Three Suns and Moons Bright, she was full of self-restraint, neither arrogance nor impatience, only helplessness was left.

He was still the same Sanchū Ming as before.

This made Akaji, who was reserved and somewhat nostalgic, feel very comfortable.

"Bring your own backup." Although he was very happy in his heart.

However, Akaji, who did not show it on his face, had a hint of reproach in his tone.

"Isn't Seijuro here?" Sanchū Ming waved his hand.

He exaggeratedly drew a circle with his right foot behind his left foot, put his right hand in front of his chest, and put his left hand behind his back, and gave Akaji a gentleman's salute.

"I present you with victory."

She said with a smile.

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

Could it be that he's 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, little peach?"

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

"… They're really close."

Their personalities were clearly … two people with completely different personalities.

"Your reaction is too slow!"

"One book!

Attacking the face is effective! "

"Full of flaws!"

"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 use stretching and swinging your sword!

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

"The fighter has to find the right position!

Be quick, accurate, and ruthless! "

"Sanchū …" Huang Se was frightened by Sanchū Ming's angry scolding. "Is this how it's supposed to be in a competition …"

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

Momoi followed closely behind. 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. She was a living devil at that time."

"Eh?!

She beat up delinquents before?! "

"I think so.

It's said 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 held his face with a yearning expression. "Ah, Sanchū -senpai's movements are so nimble … Oh my god, Minister, look!

That counterattack just now!

"Why didn't I choose Mount Chidori QAQ at that time."

This brainless fan was hopeless.

"You wouldn't have been able to pass even if you had chosen."

The minister smirked and punched his junior's head. "Play ball steadily until you graduate, hm?"

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

Daigetsu Aofeng crossed his arms and stood to 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 breakfast?!

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

He didn't know such a Sanchū Ming.

The Sanchū Ming that 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 the three suns and moons like this: 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's so strong –"

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

That momentum wasn't directed at him at all, 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've grown into."

"Is there a 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 big Demon King who stood on the podium and declared 'I'm a monster, those who think they're monsters, let them go.'" The boy praised his respected senior with a strange pride.

Daigetsu Aofeng choked.

"Lord Qingfeng means that Sanikuyue San's strength 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'm sorry!

I'm sorry! "

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!

Before the semi-finals, nine out of ten people who drew her would forfeit! "

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

The boy's face turned red.

"My Sanada is thin-skinned and hasn't seen much of the world. Beautiful manager, please be merciful." The protective director put an arm on the boy's shoulder and pulled him back.

"What nonsense is Director Takao talking about!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Satsuki Momoi was a bit 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.

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

He looked at Daigetsu Aofeng, 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 turned red.

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

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

"There are also 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 rely on talent.

There are ordinary people, and there are geniuses and monsters.

It's normal for a newcomer who has only practiced swordsmanship for a month to defeat someone who has trained hard since childhood.

"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 the opponent's mask to take a closer look.

"Sanchū senpai!

I'm fine! "

"What do you mean you're 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 the mask back and resumed her stern expression. "Your defense was too slow!

Your arm flew to the sky! "

"Yes!"