Chapter 92

During this week, she basically had no time to rest. Every day she was subjected to a sea of questions arranged for her by the other party. She even stayed at home on the weekend and did not go out. At one point, the Holy Chef thought she had gone mad.

That's pretty much it; now she dreams about all sorts of mathematical formulas every night when she sleeps.

Time slips away quietly.

"A big improvement, Takanashi!"

After grading the papers, Natsukawa Masuzu was also slightly surprised.

"Hmph, for Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King User, this level of difficulty is naturally..."

"This time you actually scored over 40 points!"

Takanashi Rikka was still feeling smug when her moment was immediately interrupted.

"Only 40-something points?"

Her lips twitched.

"A 20-fold increase is indeed a significant improvement."

Natsukawa Masuzu raised her head and smiled gently.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Takanashi Rikka clenched her fists, but quickly rallied, clenching her fists again to encourage herself.

"Master, you can definitely do it, death!"

Dekomori Sanae was also overjoyed.

"Knock knock knock..."

The sudden knock on the door startled everyone.

"Wait a mininute."

Nibuya Morika, the Shinigami, went to open the door.

Before everyone appeared a stunningly beautiful and mature woman with long purple hair and bangs styled in an inverted triangle, exuding the aura of a sophisticated beauty.

The girls naturally recognized her; she was Busujima Saeko, who had once had a spectacular duel with their Club President, a battle they still vividly remembered.

"Good afternoon, members of the Far East Magic Society."

Busujima Saeko first greeted everyone politely, then her gaze fell on the only man in the activity room, and her cold and aloof face softened with a friendly smile.

It's obvious that this Busujima Senpai's target is their Club President.

The girls all realized this and turned their gazes in that direction as well.

"Busujima Senpai, is there something you need here?"

Hasegawa Izumi raised her eyes and looked over.

He wouldn't visit a temple without a reason, and although they hadn't had much contact, he had a general understanding of this senior's personality and interests.

It's probably related to Kendo.

"Hasegawa-kun, I'm here to see you, not to ask for anything... Actually, my father wants to invite you to meet him."

Busujima Saeko said with a smile.

"Huh!?"

The girls' expressions changed drastically in an instant.

"Club President, does this mean your relationship with Busujima Senpai has progressed to the point of meeting each other's parents? Ah, no! Club President should be mine..."

Natsukawa Masuzu extended her fair right hand to him and spoke in a mournful tone.

"Is the relationship progressing that fast? I don't think so."

Nibuya Morika hesitated for a moment, but was not swayed by Natsukawa.

Takanashi Rikka and Dekomori Sanae's expressions were somewhat indescribable.

"Ah, that's not what I meant."

Busujima Saeko blushed and hurriedly waved her hand stiffly.

This expression, so different from her usual demeanor, is quite adorable.

"Your father probably wants to have a match with me to restore the reputation of the Busujima Style, right?"

Hasegawa Izumi smiled inwardly and said with certainty.

In many stories he remembered, the plot unfolded in this way: after beating the young, the old would come; after beating the old, the even older would come; after beating the family, the sect would come... taking turns to give the protagonist experience.

"No, my father just told me he wanted to meet with you to discuss matters related to swordsmanship."

This was quickly refuted by Busujima Senpai.

"Is it just a discussion?"

He let out a soft "hmm".

"By the way, isn't Busujima Senpai's father quite famous?"

Nibuya Morika asked hesitantly.

"Of course."

The voice of the Greedy Witch suddenly turned serious.

"Busujima Masao won the national kendo championship in his first competition in 2000 and continued to win the national championship in the following years. In 2007, he defeated Jujiro Yagyū Jūjirō, the top disciple of the contemporary Shinkage-ryū -ryu school. In 2017, he defeated Kato Shingo, a 9th-dan kendo Thunder Hand. He is one of the few kendo masters in Tou-ei today and is known as the 'Demon Swordsman' because it is said that those he defeats often cannot detect his movements when he strikes."

Everyone else's attention shifted, and they immediately noticed that the other person was actually just reading from their phone.

"Sounds like a very impressive person."

"Nibuya Morika exclaimed in amazement."

"Nothing special, just a mere human. Death only used a mortal's sword."

Dekomori Sanae gave a soft hum.

Um?

How could you say such a thing in front of someone's daughter?

Nibuya and Natsukawa glanced at Busujima Saeko, only to find her expression calm and unresponsive. Instead, she calmly said, "Father is indeed very powerful, but I will surpass him sooner or later."

Judging from their appearance, the relationship between the father and daughter doesn't seem to be very good.

However, they didn't gossip about it.

"Hasegawa-kun, what's your decision? If you refuse, I'll go and turn him down. Don't worry about anything else."

Busujima Saeko said this in a very reasonable manner.

"To be honest, I'm not really interested... but it wouldn't hurt to go and meet her."

After thinking for a moment, Hasegawa Izumi agreed.

Judging from his personal background, Busujima Senpai's father is considered to be among the top-ranked individuals in terms of individual Combat Power in the human world.

This is a good opportunity to observe them and see if they have been affected by this era of change.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."

On the weekend.

"Kōko, I need to go out this afternoon."

"My other half, you are about to leave your legend in the mortal world once more."

After informing her Little Sister about the matter, Hasegawa Izumi traveled alone to the outskirts of Tokyo.

After entering a narrow path, we finally saw an antique samurai mansion at the end of the road. Looking inside from the outside, we could see a towering tree rising from the ground.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

"Creak..."

"Hasegawa-kun, you've already arrived."

Busujima Saeko spotted him immediately.

"It's getting late, and I don't like being late."

As he answered, he also noticed what Busujima Senpai was wearing today: a purple kimono with white flowers, her purple hair tied up high, revealing her fair shoulders and neck, making her look more elegant, noble, and sexy, quite different from how she appeared at school.

"Well then, please come in, Hasegawa Izumi. My father seems to be getting impatient."

Busujima Saeko glanced back, then pushed open the wooden door and stepped aside to let him in.

The courtyard was spacious and monotonous in color, with only the leaves fluttering in the air adding a touch of green.

Not far from the big tree, there is a stone pavilion.

Dressed in samurai attire Busujima Masao sat on a stone chair, brewing tea on a stone table. The boiling water poured into the teacup, causing the tea leaves to regain their vibrant color and releasing a rich aroma.

"Hasegawa-kun, it's finally time to meet."

When he got close, Busujima Masao pretended to notice him and looked up at him.

He seemed like an ordinary young man, but this very young man defeated her daughter and, through his guidance, greatly improved her daughter's swordsmanship.

This really feels somewhat unreal.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Busujima Senpai."

Hasegawa Izumi nodded calmly and sat down opposite him.

"Today, let's brew tea and discuss swordsmanship."

Busujima Masao pushed a cup of tea towards him, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, sword-like edge.

101 Flying Dragon Sword Style!

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

A person's emotions and thoughts can often be revealed through a single glance.

Different people have different eyes, which in turn evoke different feelings in others.

For example, a swordsman, when not concealing his gaze, will have extremely sharp eyes, even capable of causing a stinging sensation. In swordsmanship, this is usually referred to as 'Eye Technique'.

This is certainly not some mystical thing like sword intent, but rather a method of creating pressure through eye contact, causing the other person to react instinctively.

"Very fierce and sharp-minded, he is indeed a swordsman of outstanding achievement in this era."

This is how Hasegawa Izumi felt from the other person's gaze at that moment.

Moreover, compared to Busujima Senpai's violent instincts, her father, Busujima Masao, harbored a more substantial and ruthless intent in his eyes.

He could tell that the other person had probably killed people with their own hands, and more than one. Compared to swordsmen in kendo competitions, they were undoubtedly a master of practical combat.

Of course, he wasn't interested in the background, nor did he feel that the other party had the ability to instill fear in him.

"For Busujima Senpai's sake, I can oblige."

He answered calmly.

"Well."

Upon hearing this, Busujima Masao was momentarily stunned.

In this brat's eyes, is his own reputation less valuable than his daughter's?

"How could Hasegawa-kun say something like that..."

Sitting on the stone bench, surrounded by a circle of flying chairs in the pavilion, the purple-haired mature woman listened silently, her face slightly flushed.

But she had no ulterior motives. In her eyes, Hasegawa-kun was an unparalleled swordsmanship prodigy who was single-mindedly devoted to the sword. He shouldn't be so worldly. She was just expressing the closeness of their relationship, nothing more.

"Busujima Senpai, what is a sword in your eyes?"

Hasegawa Izumi opened her eyes wide, her gaze searching as she looked at the other person.

"The sword is a spirit; just as the sword itself should be upright, so too should a person be upright... That's what my former kendo teacher taught me."

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Busujima Masao's eyes, and his tone was tinged with melancholy before turning indifferent.