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"... Ah,

The bamboo broke again. "

Sanchū Ming's strength was too great. When she was chasing Daigetsu Aofeng, once she realized that she had used too much strength,

She had no choice but to hit the surrounding objects to dissipate the force.

Because if she really hit Daigetsu Aofeng, Daigetsu Aofeng would probably be cold in an instant, and she would not have the strength to jump around and shout.

At that time, Daigetsu Aofeng would become Qingfeng's dead fish.

Sanchū Ming would also have to pay a huge amount of medical fees for the dead fish.

Therefore, this escape from danger only seemed to be thrilling to the core.

Daigetsu Aofeng was not injured at all.

It was also because of her random attacks around her.

Even the specially made bamboo sword could not withstand it, and the outer layer of the bamboo broke from the middle.

Sanchū Ming was a little regretful.

This was the only sword that could support her in the competition.

This time, she would have to send it out to be repaired for a few days.

Although she had a wooden sword as a backup … its lethality was too great.

Sanchū Ming, who thought of herself as a pacifist,

Would not use a sword if she could.

"Are you crazy?!"

Daigetsu Aofeng got up from Midori's body. When she turned her head and saw the broken bamboo sword in the middle, she almost knelt down to Demon King Ming.

"The bamboo sword is broken!"

"It didn't hit you."

"... Apologize to this piece of green!

Hurry up! "Daigetsu Aofeng pulled open the hem of her clothes.

"Idiot Daigetsu!

Put the clothes down! "

"Xiao, Midori!" Ryota Hwang Se, who ran over, pushed Midori Shintaro, who was still lying on the ground.

Midori did not react at all.

Her eyes were unfocused.

Her heart was like dead ashes.

Demon King had returned to Tokyo from Miyagi Prefecture... Tokyo was finished...

"Wow, Emmie looks like she doesn't want to live anymore."

"Midori -kun … you have a gloomy expression on your face."

"Don't all look at Midori!

Look at me!

I'm the one who was almost killed! "Daigetsu Aofeng roared.

"I'm sorry I didn't kill you." Sanchū Ming sneered.

He bent down to look at the innocent people who had been affected.

She was slow to realize that this person did not look familiar because he resembled Brother Shizuo. "… Ah.

I didn't notice it earlier … "

She carefully searched through her memories.

"You … Did you study on Thousand Birds Mountain?"

"Ming." Akashiji Seijuro walked over and said, "Shintaro came from Thousand Bird Mountain.

Do you still remember?

You mentioned him to me when we were in Grade 1. "

"Worry … You know that I'm not good at remembering people …" Sanchū Ming thought carefully.

He glanced at the bandage on Midori's hand and suddenly came to a realization. "Ah!

The chuunibyou kid who wrapped a bandage around his hand!

The one who was beaten by Setsuo with a basketball and cried for his mother to transfer schools! "

…

"… With a basketball?"

"Beaten?"

"Crying?"

"… Crying for his mother to transfer schools?"

"Can you guys use this tacit understanding on basketball?!" The vice-captain Midori was trembling with anger at his unscrupulous teammates.

"Little, Midori is actually such a cute kid?

The type who cries when he loses a game?

Like Ai Fukuhara? "

Ryota Hwang Se was amazed.

Today, he felt that his impression of his teammates had been completely overturned.

"Is Midori the type who can't afford to lose? How lame." Atsushi's tone was full of disdain.

… No, Akaji remembered that the direct reason why Shintaro transferred schools was because he saw Akira violently beating up the delinquents.

Shintaro would definitely jump up and refute Akira's words after being misunderstood by Akira.

"It has nothing to do with Setsuki at all!"

As expected, Midori's soul instantly returned to its rightful place. He shouted at Sanchū Ming, "I'm not going to stay in that crazy school!"

"Cowardice has imprisoned your soul, causing you to be unable to recover from ordinary hardships.

You're always afraid to admit your cowardice, so you're willing to use all sorts of absurd words to hide it. "Sanchū Ming sighed deeply.

… Don't think that you can blame Setsuki just because you said such a cool line!

Midori roared in his heart.

Akaji, who knew the truth, chose to remain silent. He glanced at his watch. "Akira, it's time to go."

"Eh?

Go to Kendo?

Okay. "

Sanchū Ming nodded obediently and turned to leave behind Akashiji Seijuro.

"You still can't keep your cool." Akaji reprimanded softly.

"… You're still lecturing me?"

Sanchū Ming elbowed Akaji without holding back. "Tell me the truth. What did Tsurumaru Kuninaga post?"

Everyone watched as Sanchū Ming, who was fooling around with Akaji, left, as if they were paying homage to the Demon King.

When he reached the door, the Demon King suddenly turned around and stared at Midori Shintaro.

He said solemnly, "The Mermaid will not sing for a coward, my friend."

"… Akira, that's not what Paul Eliot's poem meant."

"I'm just rounding it off." Sanchū Ming waved his hand a little smugly.

"…"

"Ugh, Emmie fainted from anger!"

"How lame."

Huang Se rubbed his chin. No one knew what he was thinking about.

"I feel like Kun Hwang is thinking about something impolite."

"Don't say that, Kuroko." Huang Se pursed his lips. "Kuroko, don't you think Sanchū is very interesting?

"I thought that someone who's so close to Kochi Akaji would be the same as Kochi Akaji, the competitive and controlling type …" The young model thought that she was very good at reading people. "He's actually the straightforward and gentle type … He's a little cute."

"Huang Se, is there something wrong with your brain and eyes?"

"Xiaoqingfeng is so evil!" Ryota Hwang Se clutched his chest, hurt.

"Kun Hwang is right." Kuroko suddenly said.

"Zhe Jun?" Everyone looked at Tetsuya Kuroko.

"Morus Momoi." Tetsuya Kuroko held the broken piece of Sanchū Ming's bamboo sword in his hand. "The Kendo bamboo sword is made of cassia bamboo, right?"

"Eh?

I remember it was like this … "

"This isn't cassia bamboo." Tetsuya Kuroko tried to break the broken piece and felt the strength.

"Sanchū -senpai's swords are all specially made." In the exchange team, the person who recognized Sanchū Ming interrupted.

"Specially made?"

"That's true …" The young man scratched his head. "The basketball team might not know about Sanchū -senpai.

She's the national champion of the junior kendo group. She's written about in any kendo magazine. "

"Champion of the junior kendo group?!"

Daigetsu Aofeng suddenly remembered Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was beaten to a pulp when he was a child. He secretly rejoiced at the fact that he was still alive.

"Ever since she entered Junior high school, Inter.

High and Winter.

No one other than her has ever won the team and individual championship trophies. "The young man who practiced kendo still had lingering fears." Fortunately, there aren't many kendo competitions that don't limit genders … "

Otherwise, even the boys would have their heads blown off.

"She must have held back against Qingfeng -san."

The young man said with certainty, "Sanchū -senpai is most famous for her agile speed and terrifying strength.

"One of the factors that limit age in kendo exams is the body. Bones, height, speed, and strength are all things that teenagers lack compared to adults.

"But Sanchū -senpai is a genius. No, rather than calling her a genius, it's better to call her the Great Demon King …

"Ordinary osmanthus bamboo swords can't withstand her full strength for a long time, so her bamboo swords are specially made. Osmanthus bamboo, which has the strongest bending resistance, and tea bamboo, are two layers of bamboo. The nylon rope that connects the outer layer of cowhide has to be twice the length.

Because her bamboo swords are special, they were specially reported to the Kendo Alliance, IH, and WC organizers. So everyone knows that her swords are special.

"The bamboo swords used by women can't be less than 470 grams. But Sanchū -senpai's sword …"

The young man unconsciously swallowed and said sincerely to Daigetsu Aofeng, "Sanchū -senpai is known as the One and a Half Throat-Piercing Demon King. If she really broke her sword when she hit you, then Qingfeng -san wouldn't be in such good condition right now."

"One and a Half Throat-Piercing Demon King?" Huang Se asked curiously.

"The duration of a kendo competition is usually five minutes, with three minutes of overtime.

But Sanchū has always been stuck at one and a half minutes … no more, no less, one and a half minutes. "

The young man's voice became softer and softer, "In a three-point competition, one minute of hitting the face is worth one point, and one and a half minutes of stabbing the throat is worth two points … Junior high school competitions are no exception …"

…

"… I suddenly understand why Yagahara Takamori and Akaji are both greenhorns." Daigetsu Aofeng turned his head and said to Tetsuya Kuroko.

"Lord Qingfeng, if Sanikuyue San knew that you were still so rude, you might not be in such good condition."

Kuroko was expressionless, "You should thank Sanchū -san for being lenient, because I saw that she had a wooden sword in her bag."

The bamboo sword was made up of four bamboo strips and some soft fillings on the inner layer. It could reduce a lot of the impact. It was invented by Kensei Kamiizumi Nobutsuna and was specially used for safety training.

It was also equipped with a complete set of defensive equipment to reduce the impact.

Even so, it would still be very painful to be hit in a kendo area that could be used to score points.

In kendo, it was normal to be hit, knocked out, and concussed. A second-stage kendo expert could break bones with a single strike.

The wooden sword was made to mimic the shape of a sword, and it had a stronger impact and piercing power. Miyamoto Musashi of Yanliu Island was even able to kill people with a wooden sword.

"I remember when I was watching 'Big Quinn: Meritorious Chapter,' the kendo master said to Masato Sakai's performance, 'I can kill you with this sword' …" Momoi thought for a moment, then turned to Daigetsu Aofeng and said, "You're lucky to have survived."

"… Who are you helping!"

"It's okay for the team competition, but before the national competition, Sanchū -senpai's opponents will choose to forfeit …" The boy didn't know if he was afraid or respectful. "If it weren't for her age, Sanchū -senpai would definitely be able to participate in the kendo competition in Japan.

"I heard that she took the elementary kendo exam this year, and Kendo was relieved.

As long as she can endure for another year, when Sanikuyue San takes the second-stage exam, we won't meet her in IH or WC. "

"She's a monster …" someone said in a daze.

"Sakurai!" The head next to her reprimanded. "What are you saying!"

But it was too late.

This unintentional remark hit the bottom of everyone's heart in Teiguang.

Ryota Hwang Se looked around at his depressed teammates and suddenly clapped his hands.

"I remember that the kendo hall is completely open. Let's go see Sanikuyue San together!"

The young swordsman was stunned. He turned his head to look at his department head and blinked his eyes hard.

"… I got it."

The head scratched his head and discussed with Satsuki Momoi. "Look, we have a kendo idiot here. Can we also go see her?"

"It shouldn't be a problem." Momoi thought for a moment. "Emmie, you're in the student council.

Is Kendo Society open to the public? "

"… I'm not going."

"Then it's open to the public." Satsuki Momoi decided. "Let's go together!"

"I said I'm not going!

Don't pull me!

Qingfeng, you were beaten up just now. Why do you want to go?! "

"I'm curious how Baldy is doing now!" Qingfeng took advantage of his height and dragged Midori out.

Not to mention …

He wanted to see what the Three Suns and Moon Illumination, who was also called a monster like him, who was feared and revered by his opponents, would be like in her domain.

Daigetsu Aofeng thought.

Sanchū Ming nodded proudly.

"There are also various hand-drawn bookmarks, the white cat in the head's house, and buttons?"

Sanchū Ming's nose was raised to the sky.

"So that button was given by the head's wife." Akaya Setsubara scratched his head and apologized in embarrassment. "We all thought that the head stole it." He also secretly asked the student council if there were any girls who registered for the new button.

So that's the case. The head didn't steal a girl's button.

Qie Yuanchi also thought happily. He did not know what kind of trouble he had caused to Xingcun Goshi.

"Little Kelpie, remove the 'we' from that sentence. You're the only one."

"Hey, hey?

But Ninō -senpai, you — "

"Come and eat sushi, your favorite." Masaharu Ninō picked up a piece of sushi and directly stuffed Akaya Setsubara's mouth.

"Hmm?" Setsubara swallowed the sushi with difficulty and said: "And Marui-senpai also —"

"Eat chicken, eat chicken." Bunta Marui stuffed a chicken drumstick into Setsubara's mouth. This time, Setsubara was completely speechless.

"So the letters in the head's personal account book were all written by the head's wife?"

Masaharu Ninō breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his usual sloppy appearance. He touched his chin and smiled.

"The head's wife wrote a romantic letter.

"The sentence 'You came to me so lightly, shining in the light that came out of nowhere, clearly separated from the ordinary gloomy world around you' really left a deep impression on me."

Sanchū Ming: "…"

Public, public execution.

She was actually publicly executed?

"Oh good —" Nauseating!

Bunta Marui rubbed his arms and glanced at Sanchū Ming's gloomy face. He suddenly changed his words: "Romantic!"

"Bunta ah, you have to learn."

Masaharu Ninō turned to Bunta Marui and said: "Obviously, you're both girlfriends. The head's girlfriend can write handmade love letters, but your girlfriend can only feed you snacks." She fed you like a pig.

"… I'm satisfied as long as she can feed me snacks." He decided to leave the rest to the head.

Bunta Marui shuddered.

"So nauseating …" The honest Akaya Setsubara said his hidden lines.

Sanchū Ming's face darkened.

"Nauseating?

I quite like it. "

Seiichi Yukimura reached out and patted Sanchū Ming's head to appease him. He smiled at Masaharu Ninō: "But can you explain it to me?

When did you look at my account book? "

Out of curiosity, Seiichi Yukimura carried all kinds of markers, paints, tape, and thick account books all day, writing and drawing like a literary girl … Of course, he couldn't say that.

"Masashi?" Yukimura's beautiful eyes were full of threat.

"Liu Hei showed it to me." Masaharu Ninō decisively chose to divert the trouble.

"Liu Hei told me that you had a data collation book. I looked at it and found that it wasn't." Ryohei was very calm.

"The deputy head told me that you were secretly recording data behind everyone's backs."

Liu Hei didn't have time to criticize his stupid teammate. He calmly pushed his glasses and casually threw the bomb whose fuse was about to burn out into Sanada's arms.

Sanada Senichiro, who would never learn how to shift the blame, was speechless …

Yukimura's beautiful face turned to Sanada. His clear and sweet voice sounded like the wind, the moon, and the freshly brewed osmanthus wine: "Shinichiro?"

"Kill him." Sanchū Ming expressionlessly put his hand on Sanada's head and slowly exerted force.

"You'll go to jail if you kill someone. The conditions in jail aren't good." Yukimura slapped Sanchū Ming's head and pressed down the restless dragon.

Sanada: … How could he be so lax and rely on Seiichi to help him?

He finally saw through Seiichi's insidious nature.

Sanada stared at Sanchū Ming's hand and expressionlessly ate a piece of thick egg yaki.

What's there to panic about? Sanchū Ming can't kill him.

Sanada, who had evolved into a Buddhist, thought.

"How long have the minister and his wife been dating for?" Hu Lang Sangyuan asked curiously.

He remembered that Yukimura had said that he was single during the second year of junior high school. Since then, they had been dating.

"One year and eight months."

"Twenty-four months."

The two spoke at the same time and looked at each other. Sanchū Ming didn't have time to think about how long twenty-four months was. He glared at Seiichi Yukimura and said:

"Another three days."

Seiichi Yukimura looked at his watch and said slowly: "Wrong. It's been five days, seventeen hours, and twenty-three minutes. Ah, twenty-four minutes."

Sanchū Ming: …

"How do you calculate the time?" she questioned.

"One is one year and eight months, the other is two years." Ryohei said: "The time is wrong."

"Wait." Sanchū Ming turned around with his hands on the grass. "We dated during the second year of junior high school. It's been one year and eight months."

"It's not calculated like that." Xing Cun smiled and rested his face on his hand. "It should start from my birthday."

"I didn't agree on your birthday." Sanchū Ming said seriously.

"Yes, you turned around and stayed at another man's house."

"Pfft —"

This time, it was Masaharu Ninō's turn to spit out tea.

Masaharu Ninō wiped his mouth and thought that these two people were really flirtatious.

"The minister's wife is two-timing?"

The innocent Akaya Setsubara was the first to discover this blind spot. He frowned unhappily and his eyes became a little fierce, like a little wolfdog whose companion was bullied. "Our minister is such a good person. How could you do such a thing?"

The fierce-looking little wolfdog's next sentence was: "I've decided to hate you."

… This kind of threat doesn't have any power, little kelp.

Ninō covered his face.