Narushima Hikaru's nosebleeds were pouring down violently, but his buzzing head made it impossible for him to even simply wipe it away.
The world in front of me is shaking and ghosting.
"Ugh!"
He gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression and pressed his head hard with both hands. It took half a minute to finally calm down the shaking brain inside.
And during this process, Xiezi behind him kept looking at him leisurely.
Until Taisuke, standing in front of Narushima Hikari, looked shocked...
"Whoosh!"
The kick started abruptly from the toes of the white-haired young man, and then kicked backwards from bottom to top towards Saeko's chin!
Like a new moon!
But the purple-haired beauty behind her didn't even change the curvature of her mouth when faced with the blow that made the wind break.
With just a simple step back, his whistling toes struck the air.
"squeak-"
The kick was in the air, and Hikaru Narishima made a sharp noise as the soles of his shoes rubbed against the wooden floor of the dojo.
But he also positioned himself so that he could face the female swordsman holding a wooden sword head-on.
"Don't block the road, bitch!"
"Your trick of making me fall was very interesting. But this time! I'm here to see the man with glasses! I think you, a weak trash under the gimmick of 'beautiful swordsman', should be wise enough to stay out of the way!"
The ferocious young man growled at Saeko while pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the blood flow with extremely rough methods.
Although he was knocked out of mid-air and was stunned at first, Hikaru Narushima relied on his talent and fighting experience to understand what had just happened in a few seconds after recovering.
Use the wooden sword to disrupt the center of gravity at the moment of flying, causing the opponent to fall directly.
At that time, I am afraid that whether it was face down or back down, she was completely under her control, right?
This kind of vision and means are indeed quite good among women.
Even if I have played in countless gyms since I was a child, I have only seen this one woman of this caliber.
However, I came here just because of the man with glasses!
Just to defeat the violence that is like a violent storm! Like a natural disaster!
Even if he forces his best friend to break the law, he still wants to come over and have a fight with him!
Never stop here, never.
The white-haired young man's expression was as fierce and determined as a wolf, and his clenched nails were almost clenching into his flesh.
Taisuke Sawaga, who was not far from him, was trembling like chaff at this moment.
It's not that I'm afraid of him, but...
Do you know what you are talking about?
Holding the protective gear tightly in her arms, the yellow-haired delinquent, like a helpless little girl, only dared to use her peripheral vision to look anxiously at Narijima Hikari, while all her other energy was put on Saeko, who was holding the knife and smiling!
Perhaps it was because he had lived with strong men beyond common sense for a few days, and had witnessed their exaggerated battles with his own eyes.
At this time, Taisuke only felt that he could vaguely see.
Behind the beautiful body of the purple-haired beauty, a momentum as heavy as sea water and as biting as ice is rising!
"The man with glasses... is that a mirror?"
The beauty held the knife and smiled, her tongue licking the corner of her mouth seductively, with a murderous aura that smelled of blood.
"It doesn't matter. Although I promised him to cultivate his moral character, but if he comes to destroy the sign... it should be no problem."
"bass!"
The figure of the beautiful swordsman suddenly disappeared from Narushima Hikaru's eyes.
It is different from when Kiryu Setsuna and Hakudo Kage fought.
Saeko didn't even use any of the Busujima-ryu secret moves, it was just that Hikaru Narishima's eyes simply couldn't catch up.
"What?!"
The white-haired young man, who was always on guard, had his pupils constricted.
But his years of martial arts experience only made him panic for a moment.
The next moment, he backhandedly extended his hand to Taisuke Sawaga next to him!
Not to use him as a human shield.
He has been playing in the gym for so many years, but he has never been this bad.
He is for the protective gear in Taisuke Sawaga's arms!
"ah!"
There is a huge gap between Hwang Mao Bao and Naishima Hikaru.
Before he could even react, the breastplate, the largest among the protective gear, was snatched away.
Hikari Narushima, who had grabbed the breastplate, laughed wildly and took advantage of the situation to protect it in front of him, using it as a shield.
Is this woman the fool who escaped from the sword and halberd movie?
In the real world, the shield is the father of all cold weapons!
The stabbing attack is "point", the chopping attack is "line", and the shield's defense is "face"!
As long as you turn at the tiniest angle, you can defend yourself against rain-like attacks!
A mere woman with a weak body, using a shield, can even hit her...
"Stab it!"
Narima Hikari's ferocious wolf-like smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, but his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinprick.
In front of him, the thick, heavy and solid breastplate was cut into two pieces with a wooden knife like a piece of tissue paper!
The cuts are smooth and clean.
This is not something that can be done with rough brute force slashing.
This is an exquisite sword technique that has been tempered for hundreds of years and cultivated with countless blood!
Hikaru Narushima was even frightened to death by the scene that went against common sense.
After cutting off the breastplate, the exposed sword and hand were about to fall on the white-haired young man's neck without any abating force!
etc......
A palm?
Where did the palm come from?
"Snapped!"
Before Narashima Hikaru could be surprised, the snake-like sword was choked by a hand before it landed on my neck.
Facing the wooden sword that could cut off the breastplate neatly, this slightly old hand just caressed it a few times as if watching it, and then grasped the whistling tip of the sword in the palm of his hand!
Just like an experienced snake catcher handling a venomous snake, it even seems a little relaxed and comfortable.
The palm and the wooden knife stopped less than two centimeters in front of Narushima Hikari's door.
"......Um!!!"
Narushima Hikaru, who was still holding the two halves of the breastplate in his hands, quickly took two steps back and pressed against the wall, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and stood together with Taisuke Sawanaga.
He looked at the intertwined sword tips and palms with lingering fear.
The beast-like ferocity just now was completely gone from his face.
"Hey, Saeko! It's been a while, I haven't seen you. My swordsmanship has improved a lot. Before, I estimated that I could stop your sword just ten centimeters away from that kid.
...But hasn’t this murderous intention been suppressed at all? How does that kid Jing do things? It’s really out of tune.”
A tall, white-haired old man wearing a kimono with long sleeves stood in the gym at some point.
But Hikaru Narushima, who was still swallowing dryly to relieve his tension, saw a pair of footprints digging into the ground at the gate, with green smoke rising.
"Ara, it's Uncle Takemoto! It's been a long time indeed."
The yellow-haired and white-haired delinquents standing against the wall, looking at Shura Ji who was about to cause a bloody storm just now, suddenly transformed into Yamato Nadeshiko who met her elders.
The two of them couldn't accept it for a moment and opened their mouths.
On the contrary, the two people in the center of the dojo lowered their fists and swords.
They communicate like ordinary elders and juniors.
"Oh, that white-haired boy smashed the Busujima-ryu sign?" The old man was surprised at first, and then tried to persuade him, "Well... Even so, killing people directly is not acceptable in today's society, Saeko!
"
"It was my murderous aura that suddenly went wild." Saeko was a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect this at first."
Taisuke, who was listening in the audience, complained, "Yes, I didn't think of that at first, until the word 'stinky bitch' came out of my mouth."
"So, what are you going to do?"
The tall and muscular old man in kimono looked at Hikari Narijima by the wall with great interest.
Maybe he wanted to see if this delinquent boy who had just escaped death now looked regretful and fearful.
But he was disappointed.
"Clang-"
Throwing down the two broken breastplates in his hands, Hikari Narishima lowered his head, clenched his fists and came to Saeko.
"That man with glasses, is he... stronger than you?"
He asked in a low voice, and anyone could hear the unwillingness in it.
"Of course." The beautiful swordsman waved the wooden sword and said to herself. "If you are not as good as me, then as the man I consider, it is too shameful."
"What are you going to do after you get such desperate news?" Takemoto Jiuan, who almost understood the situation, looked down at him playfully.
As a martial artist, it was hard for him not to be interested in this delinquent boy who had no regard for anything and ran to challenge him.
"How to do it?" Narushima Hikari murmured.
Facing the truly huge gap in strength, he never thought that his determination and consciousness would be as light and weightless as the clouds floating in the sky.
But inexplicably, a feeling emerged in my heart.
This is it, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
If you shrink back here, you will never be able to catch up with those guys who are at the top of the world!
Immediately, a kind of hot fire that was familiar to Takemoto Jiuan appeared in his eyes.
The look in his eyes that seemed determined to win or die...
Where and when did you see it?
The old man in kimono looked slightly reminiscing.
At this moment, the white-haired young man raised a hand and placed it in front of Saeko.
"It doesn't matter how many sections you beat! It doesn't matter how much it hurts! As long as it's not broken, it's up to you! But..."
"After interrupting, let me become my teacher!"
With a "pop" sound, he knelt in front of Saeko, with only the arm he had handed over as apology raised high.
And Takemoto Jiuan finally recalled that familiar feeling.
"Isn't this just...the same as when that kid was a child?"
The old man grinned his lips, revealing his pale teeth in a twisted smile.
The old "God of War" once again discovered a "jade" of excellent quality!