Bing Su's face was resolute as she focused on winding layer after layer of wrist guards around her wrists.
Her youthful ponytail hung still behind her, no longer swaying, mirroring its owner's state of mind as it carried a rare air of swordsmanship's killing intent.
Although she was the least noticeable and weakest manager in the Kendo Club,
an outside school had actually come to bully them, and the academy had made it clear it would not interfere.
Straightforward by nature, Bing Su simply could not swallow such an injustice.
Just because no one was left, they could bully their Kendo Club?
Bing Su loved the atmosphere here, where everyone chatted, laughed, and studied swordsmanship together.
She considered all the classmates she usually talked and joked with to be good friends, thanks to her approachable nature.
And now, her friends had been hurt, yet no one was stepping forward...
Fine, then I'll step forward!
Her eyes reddened slightly, and Bing Su stubbornly pressed her thin lips together.
After fastening her attire, she glanced at the sword rack beside her, a stand used solely to display real swords, unlike an ordinary weapon rack.
Bing Su's gaze fell upon a sword with a carved hilt and a sheath that glimmered with faint crimson.
The entire sword was uniform in color, like the rising sun, carrying the feeling of spring warmth and blooming flowers. It suited Bing Su's temperament beyond words.
This was Bing Su's most beloved sword, as well as her personal weapon—Morning Sun Fire.
She grabbed the sword and walked out without looking back.
The students behind her, especially the boys, flushed scarlet.
In the end, they were actually letting a girl stand up for them—and one whose level was not much different from theirs, their goddess Su Su.
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