Following-the-Logic Sword!

"You guys, go out first."

Saeko Busujima slowly stood up and glanced at the group. "Close the door."

Kimura Okuma and Inoue Panghu felt as if they had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the house.

Mitsuhashi Takashi ran the fastest, and before leaving, he gave Sing Sing a look that said, "Brother, rest in peace. I'll burn two more paper beauties next year on this day."

In the vast dojo, only Sing Sing and Saeko Busujima remained.

Sing Sing watched as Saeko Busujima locked the door and walked towards him.

No.

Why are they locking the door when they're alone together, a man and a woman?

He instinctively put his hands in front of his chest.

My buddy is a legitimate public servant in China!

I'm here on a classified mission. If any misconduct issues were to occur at this time, that stingy Director Wang would most likely deduct all of my travel allowance on the grounds of "serious impact"!

"Um..." Sing Sing took a half step back, "I'm an artist, not a prostitute. Although I'm handsome, we've only known each other for one day. I'm afraid my fragile Mind Stone can't handle things moving too fast."

Saeko Busujima completely ignored his nonsense.

She walked up to Sing Sing and bent down at a 90-degree angle.

"Hoshino -sensei! Please, you must guide me!"

"What profound and mysterious school of swordsmanship was used to deflect my attack just now? How could you so easily neutralize all its power?"

Good grief, is she serious?

This setup makes them look like top students sitting in the front row of a graduate school entrance exam cram school.

He scratched his head.

How is he supposed to explain this?

You can't exactly say that it was a smooth, force-dissipating technique developed to prevent the pig's hooves from kicking wildly when scraping its hair, can you?

That would be so embarrassing to say out loud.

Old Zhou cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well, it's really nothing special. My sword technique... is called 'The Cook Ding Cuts Up an Ox an Ox... Sword.' Its core essence is just four words: 'Following the natural order.'"

Sing Sing blurted out, "Look, this pig... cough, its body has textures."

"Bones, muscles, fascia—they all have gaps. Don't use brute force when you're cutting someone!"

He casually picked up a bamboo knife and traced the smooth curves of bone removal during pig slaughter in the air.

"You must think of yourself as a sharp knife used to butcher an ox! Don't confront it head-on; instead, slide your knife along the gaps in its muscles, and with one stroke, the flesh will separate from the bone! It will be incredibly smooth!"

"If you use too much force, the meat will become tough... No, if you use too much force, your knife will become dull! Understand?"

Saeko Busujima stared wide-eyed at the trajectory Sing Sing had just demonstrated, a brilliant image flashing through her mind: Blade slicing through skin, silently sliding along muscle fibers, and perfectly avoiding hard bones.

An indescribable sense of dread surged through my body; the Bloodlust desire deep within me was completely ignited by this highly artistic "anatomical swordsmanship"!

"Separation of flesh and blood... it's only natural..." Saeko Busujima murmured to herself, her fair ears flushing with excitement.

"Master Hoshino! Your swordsmanship is so profound! You must have slain countless people with this technique that transforms killing into dismemberment!"

"Pfft, cough cough!"

Sing Sing almost choked on his own saliva.

"It's alright, a little bit accomplished, a little bit accomplished."

Old Zhou waved his hand guiltily and quickly changed the subject.

What kind of guidance is this? If you keep going, you'll be exposed.

Time to get down to business.

He pretended to hold a bamboo sword and circled around Saeko Busujima.

"Theory alone isn't enough. Practice, practice is the most important!" Sing Sing tapped the floor with the handle of his knife.

"Go, walk in circles along the edge of the dojo! Keep your steps light! Make sure you land without making a sound! Like you're stealing something in the middle of the night... like you're walking down the corridor of that abandoned old school building next to our school!"

Without saying a word, Saeko Busujima immediately picked up her wooden sword and began to walk in small, quick steps along the edge.

She has a very strong ability to understand, and after a few laps, her footsteps really did become much quieter.

Sing Sing leaned against a pillar, his eyes glancing out the window at the gloomy three-story old building with iron chains hanging from it.

"Speaking of which, Busujima..."

"Hoshino- kun, just call me Saeko."

"Oh, that Saeko... Why is that dilapidated building next door all locked with big iron chains? It's so creepy. I don't think this school is short of money, why don't they tear it down and rebuild it?"

Saeko Busujima glanced out the window.

"Hoshino -kun, you might not know this since you're new here. That old school building was left over from before the war, and there are deep air-raid shelters and basements underneath."

"It is said that during the war, the place was used as a temporary shelter by the military, and many people died there. After the war, rumors of it being haunted circulated, which is why the school administration completely sealed it off."

She paused for a moment, her voice turning colder.

"However, what is more terrifying than ghosts and gods are those militarists who glorify aggression and send young people to the battlefield."

"They shouted about loyalty and sacrifice, but it was always the civilians and soldiers who paid the price! There's nothing to miss about that era!"

Saeko Busujima's fingers rested on the handle of the bamboo sword.

Sing Sing nodded with satisfaction, "This kid is teachable."

"The ghost story..."

"It's true." Saeko Busujima's expression turned serious.

"I don't believe in ghosts or spirits, but I often stay at the dojo alone at night for extra practice. Several times late at night, I've heard strange noises coming from the basement of that old school building."

Sing Sing's eyes narrowed. "What's that noise?"

"No." Saeko Busujima shook her head, recalling carefully.

"Very faint, it felt like it was coming from very deep underground. Like the sound of some kind of machinery operating."

How could there be machinery operating underground in an air-raid shelter that has been abandoned for decades?

Unless, there's a secret facility there that's still operating today!

Director Wang's intelligence was correct; there's something fishy going on in the underground part of the Third Transfer Station.

Intelligence obtained.

Old Zhou was in a great mood and even found Saeko Busujima much more agreeable.

This girl is not only stunningly beautiful, but also an excellent source of information for NPCs.

"I see." Sing Sing nodded, feigning sudden understanding, then straightened his face. "Saeko, that's enough for today. Your potential is good, but your killing intent is too strong; you need to calm down."

He casually grabbed a piece of old newspaper, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into Saeko Busujima's hand.

"Here. Go home and treat this wad of newspaper like an enemy. Use the 'Bone-and-Flesh Separation Method' I taught you to peel it apart layer by layer! Don't tear it! I'll check it tomorrow morning!"

Saeko Busujima held the filthy newspaper with the delight of a treasure, her voice filled with reverence, "Hoshino- kun, aren't you going back?"

Sing Sing put his hands behind his back, facing the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, leaving behind an incredibly enigmatic profile.

"Me? I'm staying at school. Since that old school building is filled with such resentment, I need to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and use my righteous energy to suppress the evil spirits! And by the way... pray for your cultivation tomorrow!"

A surge of fervent emotion flashed in Saeko Busujima's eyes.

"Hoshino -kun..." She gripped the newspaper tightly, her eyes welling up with tears.

"You're actually going to such a dangerous place to fight evil spirits for my cultivation! I will definitely complete my assignment!"

Watching Saeko Busujima leave the dojo with her bamboo sword, full of fighting spirit, Sing Sing finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He wiped a bead of cold sweat. "This guy's delusional behavior is so easy to fool!"

Sing Sing turned around, his gaze refocusing on the lifeless old school building next door.

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