I Know a Little

"No, no! My mom's calling me home to collect the laundry!"

"Ito! Help! This lunatic is trying to drag us down with him!"

Ito quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mitsuhashi's arm.

As a result, they were caught by Sing Sing, and the two were dragged all the way to the dojo.

Sing Sing then realized that the Kendo Club was a good place; it was located in a separate building not far from the old school building.

The old school building can be seen directly from the window.

Mitsuhashi clung to a nearby pillar with both hands. "Brother, let's talk this over. I'll lend you 500 yen, will you let me go back?"

Sing Sing Chow scoffed and opened the door.

Upon seeing the scene inside, Sing Sing almost slipped and fell.

The spacious Kendo Club was devoid of any passionate sword-sparring sessions.

Today, Kimura Okuma, the arrogant and domineering Judo Club captain in Class 3-D, is currently kneeling on the ground with his butt sticking out, huffing and puffing as he scrubs the floor!

Beside him, Inoue Panghu from the Karate Club was carrying a large bucket of water.

Aikido's Meimiya Akihiro is even more exceptional.

The man with the mohawk had half his hair cut off, leaving him with a half-mohawk-like, uneven head, and he was kneeling in the corner washing several bamboo swords.

Three burly men, their faces bruised and swollen, moved in perfect unison, working even harder than professional cleaning ladies.

"Hey, three of you working part-time as students?" Sing Sing whistled and swaggered in.

Kimura Okuma's hand froze, and he raised his face, which was swollen like a big steamed bun.

Upon seeing that it was Sing Sing, tears welled up in my eyes.

The innermost part of the dojo.

Saeko Busujima was still wearing her dark sailor uniform, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

A katana, still sheathed, rested across his knee.

Hearing the voice, she looked up, her purple pupils even colder than at noon.

You're three minutes late.

"I ran into two lost sheep on the road earlier who needed some moral guidance, so I was a little delayed. Do you need someone to wash uniforms? I'm also an expert in massage, a family-inherited technique, guaranteed to cure anything!"

Kimura Okuma, who was standing nearby, shuddered.

Are you crazy?

Mentioning "massage" in front of this female Yama?

The last unlucky guy who tried to touch her hand is still practicing walking in the rehabilitation department!

Saeko Busujima ignored his ramblings, her slender fingers resting on the hilt of her katana.

"You said before that you had a dream of practicing swordsmanship." She stared into Sing Sing's eyes.

"Of course! I've wanted to be a graceful swordsman since I was a child!"

"Very good," Saeko Busujima stood up, picked up her bamboo sword, walked to the open space in the center of the dojo, turned around, and pressed the tip of the sword down.

She beckoned to him with her other hand.

Sing Sing was taken aback. "We're all on the same side, there's no need to resort to knives and guns, is there?"

Mitsuhashi, standing at the door, gasped, "It's over! Hoshino's definitely going to die! I heard she even managed to get a top thug from a yakuza gang into the ICU!"

Ito paced anxiously, "What should we do? Should we call 119 now? We might be able to catch an early bus!"

Sensing the undisguised fighting spirit on the other side, Sing Sing stroked his chin.

The woman's initial stance was stable, and her breathing was deep and even.

You can't cultivate this kind of murderous aura if your hands have never been stained with blood.

Sing Sing dropped his playful grin. "Since you're so kind as to accept my offer, I guess I'll have to make a fool of myself. Swords have no eyes, so if I accidentally damage your clothes... no compensation will be given!"

Saeko Busujima flicked her bamboo sword, sending bamboo swords from the weapon rack beside her flying into the air.

With a casual flick of her wrist, the bamboo knife whistled as it hurtled straight towards Sing Sing.

Seeing that the other party was starting to pretend, Sing Sing also started to pretend, reaching out with his right hand to firmly grasp the knife handle.

He twirled the bamboo knife in his palm with a smooth, flowing motion before hoisting it onto his shoulder.

"To be honest, I had a dream last night. In the dream, yellow sand filled the sky, and I was standing on a city wall. Below, a group of people called me the Sunset Warrior."

"So, when it comes to swordsmanship... I know a little bit about it too."

Saeko Busujima ignored this nonsense, gripped the hilt of her bamboo sword with both hands, and assumed the starting stance of a middle-dan stance in kendo.

Before Sing Sing could continue his rambling, Saeko Busujima quickly sprang into action, raising both hands high and using her core strength to bring her bamboo sword down on Sing Sing's head!

Japan Kendo emphasizes this fierce and ruthless spirit of never returning.

Wow!

Is this girl serious?

If you were really hit by it, wouldn't your head be buzzing for at least half a month?

Just when the tip of the knife was less than ten centimeters from his forehead.

Sing Sing's foot slid lightly across the wooden floor, and the bamboo knife slashed down just short of his nose!

The attack missed its mark.

Saeko Busujima hadn't expected her opponent to dodge so calmly, but her muscle memory was exceptional. Without any hesitation, she smoothly shifted her Blade, changing the slash into a sweeping motion.

Sing Sing didn't know any Japan swordsmanship. He simply held the hilt of the bamboo sword with one hand and flicked it, sending the sword meeting the sweeping Blade.

"Smack!"

Two bamboo poles collided.

Sing Sing felt the power; this girl was indeed very strong, no wonder she could fight that kitten.

Sing Sing's wrist was glued to the other man's knife, and he spat out words like a Gatling gun, "You're taking too big of a stride. You're wearing a short skirt! If you run into some lecherous old man with no manners, your underwear will be on full display!"

Saeko Busujima's breath hitched.

Court death!

She drew her knife, took a half-step back, readjusted her breathing, and focused her energy entirely on Sing Sing.

Seeing the other party's murderous look, Sing Sing clicked his tongue.

Alright, I'll show you what true national essence is all about.

With the tip of the bamboo sword pointing diagonally to the ground, Sing Sing slightly bent his legs, assuming the starting stance of Tai Chi Sword.

Both sides started simultaneously.

Sing Sing cut into the inner circle, facing the Blade, and his bamboo knife deftly brushed against Saeko Busujima's blade.

The "sticky" technique!

Saeko Busujima felt as if her previously unstoppable slashes had struck into a swamp.

With no point of leverage, his wrist tilted forward uncontrollably.

Something's not right!

A look of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she instinctively tried to forcefully draw her sword to defend herself.

It's too late.

Sing Sing grinned, "Let's go!"

He deftly drew a semicircle with his wrist, and the bamboo knife slid down along the Blade of the poison island.

Just as the guards of the two knives were about to collide, Old Zhou's bamboo knife suddenly changed course, its tip flicking upwards in a tricky arc!

"Smack!"

Saeko Busujima's entire right arm went limp, her fingers went limp and the bamboo sword fell to the ground.

Hahaha

Mitsuhashi rubbed his eyes.

What's going on?

The knife of Busujima, the senior student who swept through the entire university and sent the yakuza thugs to orthopedics, has been confiscated?!

Sing Sing sheathed his sword and stood there.

He held the bamboo sword behind his back with one hand, his chin slightly raised, striking a pose of aloofness befitting a peerless master.

"Hua... My swordsmanship emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness, and using minimal force to deflect maximum force."

"You're good at chopping wood with that kind of technique, but if you ran into someone who didn't care about their life, their hands would have been broken long ago."

Saeko Busujima stared at her empty palm, her fingertips trembling.

From childhood to adulthood, she has never lost a game among her peers.

Today, I actually got my weapon knocked away by a transfer student who talks nonsense all the time?

If it's a real knife...

Sing Sing noticed her emotions.

Goodness, is this little girl about to cry because her pride has been hurt?

"That thing..."

Sing Sing threw the bamboo knife on the ground and leaned closer:

"Swords have no eyes, this was purely accidental! I have a serious occupational hazard; the moment someone raises a knife, my instinct is to skin them alive... no, to disarm them. Is your hand alright? Want me to give you a set of bruise and sprain massage? First order is free!"

Saeko Busujima didn't pick up the knife from the ground; instead, she bent her knees and knelt firmly on the floor.

"Oh my god, no way! It's still a long way from Chinese New Year, and I haven't prepared any red envelopes!"

Sing Sing was startled and quickly jumped half a step to the side.

Saeko Busujima placed her hands flat on her knees, leaned forward, and rested her forehead on the back of her hands.

Please teach me!

"Huh?" Old Zhou picked at his ear.

"Please, Hoshino -kun, you absolutely must teach me the sword technique I just used!"

Saeko Busujima looked up, her eyes burning with intensity. "From today onwards, you are the head instructor of the Kendo Club!"