Ninomiya Ye still has the same moves as before, the bamboo sword opens and closes widely to chop down, but the speed is very fast!

Futaba Makoto seemed to realize something and raised his knives to block the opponent's attack.

The crisp sound of chopping sounded——

The two bamboo swords in his hands were almost knocked away. Futaba Makoto took a deep breath. If he still greeted them with one hand like before, he would definitely drop the swords.

"Crack!"

Futaba Cheng distanced himself and stabbed out with the bamboo sword!

Ninomiya quickly counterattacked to deflect Futaba Makoto's bamboo sword, and then slashed towards his side with the sword!

"Crack."

Futaba Makoto held the short sword with all his strength, and slashed Ninomiya Ya's face with the long sword: "Mian!"

On one side of his head, Ninomiya also slid away to distance himself and observed Futaba Makoto's movements.

The two sides exchanged several moves, and their momentum was rising like boiling oil. The crisp sound of each collision of the bamboo swords could tell how powerful they were wielding the swords.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The two bamboo knives intertwined and separated again, incredibly fast!

But Futaba Makoto's breathing began to become disordered. The weight of the bamboo sword was not light. Although his physical condition was not as bad as before, it was only 6 points and not much better.

When Ninomiya saw Futaba Makoto's movements starting to slow down, she quickly grasped the bamboo sword that struck her down at that moment: "Noodles!"

Futaba Cheng raised his sword, but his speed was half a second slower and he was hit directly——

"Crack!"

Ninomiya left with one blow, and the referee next to him raised the white flag.

Get the book.

"Wow -" the surrounding audience made an uproar. Ninomiya's speed just now was so fast that he almost didn't see clearly.

Tetsuya Takahashi outside the court suddenly showed a pityful expression: "It would have been better if the knife had hit me just now."

"A-Cheng is tired." At this time, Nana said in the morning.

Based on Nana's understanding of Futaba Makoto in the morning, he should have no physical strength at this time.

"Two swords should be more advantageous, right?" At this time, Tetsuya Takahashi asked.

Takahashi Megumi on the side glanced at him: "On the surface, it seems that the two swords are more advantageous. In fact, because Cheng holds one hand and one, he spreads his arm strength to the two swords, which reduces the speed of the sword.

Naturally, it is not as fast as a single sword, and dual swords themselves are multi-purpose, which consumes more mental effort, so the more swords, the greater the advantage."

"How do you know so much?" Tetsuya Takahashi asked his sister, somewhat surprised.

"It has nothing to do with you."

…

Three wins and losses, one more chance.

Futaba Cheng adjusted his breathing and planned to try again.

At this time, Ninomiya who was opposite him didn't look tired at all, and his arm holding the bamboo sword was very steady.

"start."

Ninomiya raised his sword and looked at Futaba Makoto, and found that his whole body was full of flaws.

Is it intentional?

Ninomiya did not attack rashly, but raised her sword and waited for the opponent to strike first. She had never fought against the double-sword style before, so she was able to get the advantage so easily from Futaba Makoto in the first game.

And Futaba Makoto didn't attack either.

Because he is also tired.

Time passed little by little, and just when everyone was getting impatient with waiting, Ninomiya's eyes suddenly became sharp. She stepped forward and drew her sword, aiming directly at Futaba Makoto's abdomen.

Not noodles?

Seeing that the opponent changed his usual way of attacking, Futaba Cheng immediately stretched out his short sword to catch it.

"Crack!"

A crisp chopping sound sounded, and Futaba Cheng immediately realized something was wrong, because the opponent was not attacking his abdomen, but...

The referee on the side raised the white flag.

Little hands!

"His little hand was slapped!"

In kendo competitions, the face, throat, abdomen, and hand positions are all effective striking areas.

"I lost." Ninomiya took the lead in taking two books. Futaba Makoto slowly took off his helmet, but the spectators applauded.

As the head of the kendo club, Ninomiya Yami is still terrifyingly strong, while Futaba Makoto's performance is not bad at all, at least he has won the respect of the students around him with his strength.

"Are you satisfied?" Futaba Makoto looked at Ninomiya Yami who also took off his helmet next to him.

After all, Ninomiya was just trying to make herself lose.

There was no smile on Ninomiya Ya's face at this time, but she was staring at Futaba Makoto: "Futaba-kun, please come to the Ethics Committee office later."

Futaba Cheng said nothing. Seeing that the other party's eyes remained on him, he had no choice but to nod.

After seeing Futaba Cheng agreeing, Ninomiya turned around and left.

After Futaba Makoto changed into his own clothes, he returned to Takahashi Tetsuya and the others.

"What a pity. I thought you could be the first to get the second copy." Takahashi looked pityful.

"That kendo uniform is pretty cool too."

"It's dirty and smelly. If you think it looks cool, you can try it on." Futaba Cheng smiled.

"Then forget it."

Ninomiya's defeat of Futaba Makoto did not cause any waves in the school. On the contrary, Futaba Makoto's double sword style and the book he obtained from Ninomiya Yaman exceeded many people's expectations. If a book

If it's a system, Futaba Makoto actually has no chance of winning.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Futaba Cheng came to the ethics committee office again with his bag on his back.

This time, he opened the door directly.

The windows in the office were open, and the curtains were blown by the cool breeze, along with the girl's long hair.

Ninomiya stood by the window with not much joy on her face.

She has changed back into her school uniform, but her fierce temperament is still not weak at all.

"Here we come." After Ninomiya saw Futaba Makoto coming in, he pointed to the sofa not far away.

"sit."

Futaba Cheng walked to the sofa and sat down. Seeing the steaming green tea on the table, he asked:

"mine?"

"Um."

"I never thought you could make tea."

"I'm also good at blowing your head off with a bamboo sword."

Futaba Makoto picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then took a peek at Ninomiya Ya. At this time, Ninomiya Ya had already walked over and placed his bamboo sword on the table.

Could this woman want to do it here because she’s not satisfied with fighting?

Futaba Cheng's eyes scanned the surrounding environment, as if he was looking for a wooden stick such as a mop and broom to defend himself.

Ninomiya took out a breath slowly, and a second later, she made a move that surprised Futaba Makoto.

"I'm sorry for the rude words that insulted your master."

She bent down and apologized very sincerely.

"Ah..." Futaba Cheng didn't expect this woman to apologize for such a thing.

After a while, he said: "It's me who should apologize. I accidentally saw something I shouldn't have seen."

"But Ninomiya-san, I didn't expect you are so big because..."

Before Futaba Cheng could finish speaking, a bamboo knife was directly pressed against Futaba Cheng's throat.
Chapter completed!