Nuolan stood on the broad street and looked at the sign on the roadside in front of her:

[Shun Nian Kendo Hall].

He looked down at the newspaper in his hand again and murmured:

"You must have found it correctly...the address written on it is here."

But--

Seemingly a bit unbelievable, he turned his gaze forward again.

The transparent glass windows reflect the brilliant light under the sunlight, and the towering skyscrapers cast their huge shadows on the earth.

The delicate and high-end dark red cashmere blanket extends from the door to the roadside. Through the glass door where people come and go, you can faintly see the splendid and dazzling gorgeous interior.

It seemed that there was a "little" difference between the scene that appeared in front of me and the image of the kendo hall in my mind.

"Good guy, really good guy." Nuo Lan raised his head and looked overhead. The glass building was almost connected to the sky. "Such a whole building was committed by the swordsman?"

It wasn't that he was ignorant, it was just that the scene he saw was too shocking.

In Nuolan's mind, the so-called kendo hall with a legendary swordsman in charge,

It should be like the kind that stands among the mountains, and the disciples practice sword day and night, and it takes several days to go up and down the mountain.

But in front of me...

"Boom boom!"

The roar of the engine came from the side,

A bright red convertible sports car with a cool appearance sped past.

Nuolan looked at it subconsciously, and then unconsciously twitched the corner of her mouth.

If I saw it correctly, the voluptuous woman in fashionable clothes sitting in the passenger seat of the convertible was holding a standard wooden sword for training in her plump arms.

"To a certain extent, this should be considered as advancing with the times...right?"

Involuntarily, Nuo Lan had deep doubts about the credibility of the sword hall in front of her.

Can I really learn something here? Isn't this a scam?

"Probably not."

After all, he is an adult who has worked hard in society for several years, and naturally has sufficient discernment.

In fact, no matter how fancy the writing is, he usually only glances at the small advertisement-like text that appears in newspapers.

It is impossible to contact the phone number left above, let alone conduct an on-site inspection.

What really attracted his interest was the top one among the long list of titles given to the owner of the sword hall, "Stomach":

[Core members of the Juggernaut Association].

Nuolan was quite impressed by the Sword Saint Society.

Because in the previous animation plot, there was an important supporting character named "Atomic Samurai", who was one of the members of this organization.

The strength is quite good.

Moreover, the name "Stomach" itself sounded a bit familiar to him, and he should be a character who appeared in the original work.

Although I don’t know the specific information about the other party, since it can be related to the main plot, the strength should not be too overwhelming.

Nuolan comforted herself in her heart, planning to go in first and have a look before making any plans.

"Jingle bell."

The sound of the bicycle chain rubbing came from the roadside.

Nolan glanced at it from the corner of her eye,

He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but stop.

This is a very strange man.

Tights, goggles, non-slip gloves, and a cycling helmet are all a very professional rider outfit.

But the paradox is that what the other person is riding on is a small bicycle that is commonly seen by women in vegetable markets and is used exclusively for shopping.

There were even some green objects that looked like vegetable leaves left in the basket mounted on the front wheel.

Subconsciously, Nuolan hid aside, not wanting to get involved with this strange man who seemed to have a big problem.

But in many cases, the more things you don’t want to happen, will often happen to you.

"jingle."

The bicycle's speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped directly in front of him.

Putting down his leg rests, the man pushed up his goggles, revealing an extremely ordinary face.

Unlike Saitama who looks ordinary, the appearance of the man in front of him is really such that if he were put into a crowd, he would completely disappear in a second.

"Yo! Hello!"

The ordinary man had a cheerful smile on his face and looked familiar, waving his hand to say hello to Nolan opposite.

"Who are you?"

Nuolan's head was full of black lines, but she was wondering in her heart whether there were more weird things in the second dimension than in the third dimension.

"Oh! My name is 'Yuichi Sato', you can just call me Sato." The man touched his head. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face. Instead, he introduced himself very enthusiastically.

Nuolan's expression was stiff and she was speechless.

"Did you also come to the sword hall to study?" Before Nolan could reply, Sato seemed to have met an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a long time and chatted with him on his own. "Peptorrhea is the most famous sword in our Z city.

Hao, he even went to the National Martial Arts Competition as a judge last year! By the way, do you know about the Juggernaut Club..."

Meeting such a familiar person for the first time, Nuolan didn't know how to respond for a moment. She just kept nodding in agreement with the other person's words.

Before they knew it, the two of them walked side by side to the entrance of the Sword Hall Building.

Only then did he react.

"This Sato, could it be that he was hired by the swordsmanship hall?"

Didn't have time to think about it carefully,

Just as he walked through the glass door, an intellectual woman dressed in work clothes came up to her.

"Hello, you two, I am "Miko", the front desk guide of the Shun Nian Kendo Gym. Do you need any help?"

"I'm here to learn swordsmanship!"

Sato puffed out his chest and looked proud and confident.

Nuo Lan remained silent, pretending not to recognize the other party, and just stood aside and watched.

"Congratulations, you've really caught up with the time!" Meiko's face was filled with a sweet smile. "Our swordsmanship hall just has a new event now. Not only has the price been reduced, but the teaching staff has also been improved in all aspects.

Updated and strengthened!”

"Oh!? What should I say?" Sato was extremely excited.

"Please look over here." Meiko pointed to the notice board on the side of the hall.

"For new students, our sword hall now offers three types of class models, namely: ordinary class, improvement class and advanced class."

"The former is more suitable for newcomers who have just come into contact with kendo and have not really started yet; the latter two are more suitable for swordsmen who have a certain foundation of kendo and are eager to further improve themselves."

"Have you two had any relevant swordsmanship training before?"

"..."

Nolan looked at Sato, who was chatting animatedly in front of her, wishing he could pay directly to join the class right away, and felt more and more unreliable in this sword hall.

He even had a vague sense of déjà vu at a certain MLM center.

Perhaps, he should just turn around and leave?

Suddenly, his sight stopped in front of the hall.

There, a huge screen was playing a video in a loop:

An old man with white beard and hair was sitting cross-legged in the middle of a certain dojo.

He was wearing a simple Taoist uniform, his eyes were closed, and a huge stone two people high was placed in front of him.

A long sword wrapped in a scabbard lay across his legs.

Motionless.

Immediately, he opened his eyes suddenly and his eyes flashed!

A sharp sword light pierced the air, and a shrill sonic boom echoed throughout the entire venue.

At some point, the old man pulled out the long knife in his hand.
Chapter completed!