"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Chisa Nishimiya stood outside the door with a lazy look as if she hadn't woken up from a nap. Her eyes didn't look as sharp as in the morning, but they were still remarkable.

One or two of the originally neat and smooth black hair stood up due to the sleeping position, just like the dull hair of some comic book heroines, constantly swaying as the air-conditioning in the room blew.

Although the girl's posture is lazy, her right hand is holding a bright samurai sword, which looks breathtaking under the sunlight.

With his rich experience in kendo, Nakano Maysuke can tell at a glance that this katana is definitely sharpened.

And judging from the shape, it may have been made by a famous artist, and the sharpness is probably the level of hair blowing and breaking!

Moreover, Chisa Nishimiya is very arrogant, holding a long sword in her hand, and her seemingly casual posture actually contains an edge.

This eldest lady is definitely not a strong-willed person, her knife is the kind that has seen blood...

Although Nakano Maysuke could see many flaws in the eldest lady's posture at this time, he was not here to fence with the girl.

Moreover, he studied the Nakano Itto style, which is good at frontal attacks and speed swords, rather than the Yagyu Shinin style, and he has not yet learned the move of no sword attack.

So he subconsciously took two steps back, avoiding the range that Nishimiya Chisa could reach with his sword. Then he raised his hands and tried to explain:

"Sorry to disturb your lunch break. I just saw that the door on the rooftop was unlocked, so I came in to take a look out of curiosity..."

"Oh? But the rooftop has been locked all year round before I came. Under normal circumstances, no one would come up..."

Chisa Nishimiya held the long and narrow katana with an expressionless expression, and gently held a sword flower in her hand.

The morning sun at noon shone on the katana sword, and as the girl's sword flashed, a dazzling bright reflection pierced Nakano Mayu's eyes.

He instinctively tilted his head and squinted his eyes to dispel the irritation of the bright light to his eyes.

The moment he tilted his head, Nishimiya Chisa, who was still as quiet as a virgin, lowered her body slightly.

The next moment, the whole person rushed forward like an arrow from a string.

The long knife in his hand slashed down high, showing no mercy.

The ancient samurai sword with cold light split the air, roared, and fell directly on him!

At this moment, Nakano Mayu suddenly felt the hairs on his back exploding, and a mysterious sense of crisis pierced his back, causing his heartbeat to double in an instant.

He has practiced swordplay for many years, and his body has already developed an instinctive response to various senses of crisis.

This terrifying sense of oppression is definitely the highest level, that is, facing a fatal crisis on the eve of death.

But the source of the sense of crisis is not the vicious young lady in front of her who wields a sword like the wind.

Because although Nishimiya Chisa also has a certain level of kendo skills, judging from the speed of the sword, she may be on par with her sister, but there is still a certain distance between herself and herself!

This sense of crisis does not come from the front, but from behind him!

'Dong, dong dong, dong dong dong--'

As his heartbeat continued to accelerate, his instinct as a swordsman prevented him from retreating to avoid Nishimiya Chisa's sword edge.

"careful!"

Instead, to Nishimiya Chisa's surprise, she jumped forward and instantly jumped into the area where the katana was not easy to exert force!

At the same time, his left hand directly clamped the girl's wrist holding the knife, and his right foot forcefully hooked the girl's pink soles before she could put on her shoes.

He instantly threw the girl onto the entrance of the small room!

"You want to do..."

"boom!"

"...What!"

The girl with a panicked expression asked calmly.

But midway through her words, she was interrupted by a loud noise coming from beside her.

A round, blackened hole appeared on the floor in front of the door of the small room where the two of them were standing.

There were also unknown metal fragments scattered around the hole.

Nakano Mayu, who was pressing on the girl, had no intention of feeling the softness underneath him.

He felt a tearing pain at the edge of his buttocks following the loud noise just now.

"Shoot?!"

He looked back at the charred hole, his eyes focused and he said sternly.

Nishimiya Chisa, who was struggling under her, also calmed down expressionlessly at this time, but her shrinking pupils showed that the girl was not at peace inside!

"Quick, go inside first!"

Although I don’t know which direction the shooting just came from, staying outside the door is definitely not the best choice!

His warrior reflexes can survive the first grade of junior high school, but there is no guarantee that he can survive the fifteenth grade...

After all, he is only a lv2 swordsman now, and he cannot yet reach the legendary level of cutting bullets with a sword!

He frowned and concentrated, but did not stand up. Instead, he took the girl's wrist and climbed into the house. At the same time, he also dragged the girl into the house.

Then he closed the iron door of the hut with his foot, then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chisa Nishimiya below him.

It's just that the panicked expression she expected from the girl didn't appear. Instead, she looked at him with a gloomy face and a hint of vigilance.

"Close the curtains..."
Chapter completed!