"Good morning, Chen Feijun.

"Good morning, Muto."

After greeting several classmates whom I have been familiar with recently, Chen Fei sat quietly in his position, his eyes closed slightly, and his consciousness once again controlled the tiny muscles of his body to slowly tremble to achieve the purpose of training this body. Ling Ren's eyes closed, and he looked a little shy and kind, which was very consistent with the image of an introverted transfer student. Because he had only been transferred in for a week, and Chen Fei's "introvert" look at this time, not many people talked to him, which made Chen Fei do his own thing very secretly.

The morning course was almost easy for Chen Fei, a guy who had experienced black June. In the quiet practice, time quickly moved to the afternoon. In the crisp ringtone, students rushed out loudly as if they had been in the past few days. Chen Fei packed up his backpack, but did not go home quietly like before, but walked behind a tall boy and patted him on the shoulder.

"Long time, I'm lord."

The tall boy was packing things with several other boys while talking and laughing loudly. Chen Fei slapped his shoulder silently. He looked back subconsciously. A black-haired boy with a white and quiet face was looking at him "timidly", with a stunned expression, but the next moment he recognized the transfer student from China. Then he grinned, and showed an iconic hearty smile and asked, "Chen Feijun, is there anything wrong?"

Looking at the tall boy in front of him, Chen Fei's eyes quietly swept over his body - his limbs were slender and powerful, his muscles were well-proportioned, and his palms were white and long, but there was a thick layer of dead skin above his five fingers.

That's where the sword is held.

His eyes slid over the other party's fingers and stopped on his kind-hearted face. Chen Fei pretended to be a 'shy' smile and explained embarrassedly: "Jiuwojun, I just came to Japan from China and haven't joined any club association yet. I heard that you are from the Kendo Ministry, so..."

"Welcome! Very welcome!"

Before Chen Fei could finish his words, his hands were tightly held by another pair of thick palms. My handsome face shone with a bright and uneasy smile like a lit firewood, and he kept saying: "The Kendo Department is definitely your best choice! Chen Fei, I am the minister, I can give you the position of deputy minister!" The overly enthusiastic attitude made Chen Fei's mouth twitch slightly, and a bad thought emerged uncontrollably.

..He is the Minister and appointed me as the Deputy Minister...

Probably, no?

Half a moment later, Room 301, the third floor of the old school building in the back mountain of the school.

"Is this...the Kendo?"

Looking at the almost rotten wooden sign in front of the classroom door and the nearly dead activity room, Chen Fei turned his head stiffly to look at Hayato, who was sneeringly sneeringly, and said with difficulty: "Really, are you and me the only ones?"

"Ahem, Chen Feijun, it's because we are only two of us left that we have to work harder to practice swordsmanship. And you see, such a large training ground, other clubs can't even think about it. Don't you think..." Facing Chen Fei's strange gaze, Hayato explained in embarrassment, but he was just a teenager in his teens after all, but under Chen Fei's strange gaze, he was defeated and sighed bitterly, and could no longer continue talking.

"...It's what you see. Chen Feijun, the Jiandao Department has declined. The seniors of the previous class have now retired. I am the only member of our class..."

While speaking, there was no trace of vitality on Hayato's handsome face at this moment, but a painful and powerless look of frustration. He carefully opened the broken door. The last member of the Kendo Ministry said to Chen Fei with some self-deprecating self-deprecating words: "I'm sorry to deceive you here, but... forget it, your application for entry has not been submitted yet, so you can leave now."

Then, Chen Fei, who looked strange, walked into the activity classroom of the Kendo Department on his own. After a moment, the calm sound of breaking through the air sounded in the room, making the expression on Chen Fei's face outside the door even more strange-

I am Hayato, not a mortal!

Perhaps his current cultivation level is far from being a real strong man, but the active power of the heaven and earth element in his body was displayed in Chen Fei's perception without any hiding when he excitedly held Chen Fei's hands.

It is fierce and violent, like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, with a dignified and violent pressure.

With his achievements, he is definitely not inferior to the fat man who had retaliated against Chen Fei and injured his fingers before!

But such a young man who has mastered extraordinary power cares so much about the survival of the Kendo tribe, or the survival of the Kendo tribe...

"What should I say about you? I, Hayato..." After sighing slightly, Chen Fei pushed open the door and slowly walked into the Kendo Department's activity classroom. Looking at the young man who waved his sword seriously in front of him, he sighed in his heart-

Here is the end of the sword ~

He shook his head slightly. Chen Fei looked calm and steady, but in fact the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and walked directly to the other wall of the Jiandao Department. Dozens of wooden swords of various shapes hung on it. Although the Jiandao Department had completely declined at this time, it was still well preserved here. Chen Fei's eyes closed slightly, and his slender fingers passed by the wooden sword bit by bit, and finally stopped at the widest wooden sword.

The wide sword body is almost as wide as a palm, and the length is at least one-third longer than an ordinary wooden sword. Rather than saying that this is a long sword, the giant sword is probably the more suitable name for it.

"This is the sword left by the Minister of Kendo Department three years ago, Jack Congliff." A voice of nostalgia sounded softly, Chen Fei turned slightly. At some point, Hayato, Jiumei, had stopped practicing, walked to Chen Fei and stood side by side with him, sighed and said: "It was because I once saw the senior when he was practicing sword that I decided to join the Kendo Department in high school."

"If you're willing to join, you can use it, I don't think it's the predecessor or itself."

"Yeah"

Chen Fei raised his lips slightly when he heard this, and his five fingers were gently held at the hilt of the sword.

"I think they should feel honored."
Chapter completed!