Yuki Fukuzawa slashed his sword furiously, and felt a huge earthquake on his hand. However, it did not hit Hideji Kitahara, but a tree that appeared around him at an unknown time - the wooden sword penetrated the tree more than an inch, and the tree body shook wildly.
Groaning, the leaves continued to fall like rain.
She was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she had chased Kitahara Hideji into the woods at some point. At this time, Kitahara Hideji's figure was getting bigger and bigger in her eyes, and the wooden knife was pointed directly at her throat - even in this situation
Her reaction speed was still very fast under abnormal circumstances, and she even turned her wrist to block the thrust with the long handle of the knife.
And she managed to succeed. After raising her head desperately, Yu Shengsheng used the hard handle to knock open Kitahara Hideji's wooden sword, but in the end she couldn't stop Kitahara Hideji who mustered up the courage to pounce with all his strength, and was knocked away by him.
go out.
She hit the ground first and was a little dizzy from the fall. However, her body was very elastic. Kitahara Hideji felt much better. He reacted first and forgot about the difference between men and women. He sat on her body and raised his wooden sword high to stab her straight.
Down.
However, even in the fierce fight, he still had some sense, and the wooden sword finally hovered in front of Yuki Fukuzawa's neck, and finally nothing serious happened.
There was a sudden silence between the two of them, and a cold wind blew by, blowing up a few fallen leaves.
Kitahara Shuji gasped and looked at Yuki Fukuzawa under him. Her big eyes were still bright, but her expression was dazed and confused. She didn't seem to understand what happened. Her black hair was spread on the floor, and her eyes were still bright.
The street lamp was pale, but it made her skin look much whiter and tenderer, with a smell about to be broken...Kitahara Hideji looked at the defeated general under him, but his own body was trembling slightly. He was particularly excited by the hard-fought victory.
He was not defeated by the huge gap in physical fitness, nor did he admit defeat as a matter of course. Instead, he fought hard to survive despite defeat, and finally succeeded with one blow!
It's fun! It's fun that can't be expressed in words. It's hard to understand without experiencing a death battle in person!
Yuki Fukuzawa lay in daze for a while and finally understood. She looked at the hovering wooden sword and murmured: "I lost..." As she said that, she straightened up and sat up, but Hideji Kitahara who was riding on her
It felt like the soft girl under her butt suddenly turned into a bison - he instinctively clamped his legs together but it was useless, he was lifted off without any resistance.
After landing, Kitahara Shuji quickly stood up again, holding a knife to guard against Fukuzawa Yuki's possible madness, but he saw Fukuzawa Yuki sitting there for a while, and when he stood up, he didn't care about the messy skirt and shirt, and with a "plop"
He knelt down and said in frustration: "You won, and I kneel down to apologize to you as agreed. I'm sorry."
She was so happy that Kitahara Shuji lost his mind for a moment. He felt relieved and his hand lost strength. He couldn't even hold the wooden knife and fell directly to the ground. However, he still couldn't adapt to the RB people's custom of kneeling down to apologize at every turn.
Instinctively, he turned aside and said modestly: "This... is just a fluke. Please don't take it to heart. In fact, Fukuzawa-san's real strength is much better than mine."
This is the truth. He really won by luck. The difference in his innate physical fitness is huge.
Fukuzawa Yuki stood up after apologizing, patted the dust on her skirt, and suddenly became calm again - she obviously didn't take kneeling as a big deal - she observed it curiously
Kitahara Hideji said seriously: "No wonder my sister lost to you, you are so powerful!"
Kitahara Shuji touched his head and didn't know why. You are much better than that little carrot-head Fukuzawa Fuyumi, right? Why does it sound like you can't beat that carrot-head? However, when his opponent praised him, he also said politely: "
It is indeed just a fluke, Fukuzawa-kun, you really don’t need to take it to heart.”
Fukuzawa Yuki shook her head slightly and said: "If you lose, you lose, there is no excuse! This is what dad often says! I will practice harder when I go back, and then I will compete with you again.
Decide between male and female!"
There was a serious look on her face that was unique to children. Kitahara Shuji pondered for a while, wondering if it was too late to surrender directly now - my balls hurt, do you want to fight again? I might have to go to the hospital next time, and both of us
You can tell the difference between men and women without having to judge, right? Isn’t this taking off your pants and farting?
After Yuki Fukuzawa finished speaking, he picked up two wooden swords and put them in his sword bag. He held them in his hand and said to Kitahara Shuji: "I'll take my leave now and look forward to the day when we meet again! I will bet on the dignity of a swordsman, I will
Appear in front of you with a more perfect posture! That day we will meet our opponents and fight to the death!" After saying that, she simply turned around and strode away.
Kitahara Shuji looked at her back speechlessly - what is this mess? Is the opponent praising his strength enough to catch her eyes? What are you going to do if you don't fight to the death? We don't have such a big hatred, right?
Forget it, that's okay, she finally agreed to go home.
But unexpectedly, Fukuzawa took a few steps in the snow, swayed under the faint moonlight and knelt down again with a "plop". Kitahara Shuji was immediately shocked. Was he accidentally injured just now? She tilted her head back to avoid her own life-threatening thrust.
At that time, I lost my center of gravity and was pushed too hard by myself, and I suffered internal injuries?
He hurriedly caught up a few steps, supported her and asked softly: "Fukuzawa-san, are you injured somewhere?" It's not good if someone is hurt by a little conflict. This Fukuzawa Yuki is a bit stupid.
, but he is really very magnanimous. He will admit defeat when he loses. He is more happy than ordinary men.
Fukuzawa Xueli knelt there and pressed her abdomen, looked up at him, and said with tears in her eyes: "I'm hungry, my stomach hurts..."
Who told you to have a duel with someone in the middle of the night and not go home for dinner? Kitahara Hideji was so full of shit that he couldn't vomit it out, and he was almost suffocating to death - it was so bad that he didn't even know what to vomit first.
He helped Fuze Xueli get up and asked patiently: "Does it hurt a lot? Can you hold on until you get home?"
Fukuzawa Xueli's eyes looked pure and moist under the moonlight, pitiful. He shook his head repeatedly and said in frustration: "I can't walk anymore, what should I do? The soldiers and horses have not moved, and the food and grass have gone first. I just asked the monkeys to give me wooden knives."
But I forgot to ask them to bring me two rice balls. What a big failure in life!"
Kitahara Shuji looked up at the sky. There was half a bright moon with a halo in the sky - what kind of nonsense is this? But he couldn't leave her in the park so late. No matter how mentally retarded she was, she was an alumnus of the same school. He thought
After thinking about it for a while, he finally said helplessly: "I'll take you to have a bowl of ramen and then go back!"
"I didn't bring any money..."
"I invite you!" Kitahara Hideji gritted his teeth.
"Ah?! Thank you so much!" Fukuzawa Yuki immediately cheered up. It seemed that her waist was no longer sore and her legs were no longer painful. She was feeling energetic again when climbing the fifth floor. She turned around and looked around and said happily: "The ramen shop is here.
where?"
"Let's go, will you go home immediately after eating?"
"I got it! No, no need. I can just take the sword bag myself. You've already treated me to ramen, so I can't burden you any more."
"Aren't you too hungry to walk?"
"It's not like I'm starving to death. I still have the motivation to move forward with food... I don't know if my family has left any food for me. It shouldn't be. The food at home is never enough to eat. I probably even chewed up the rice cakes."
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Kitahara Shuji took Fukuzawa Yuri to an all-night ramen restaurant next to the station. After entering, the owner greeted them and invited them to sit down at the kitchen counter. Then he quickly brought hot towels and barley tea.
Kitahara Shuji thanked him, and first ordered a bowl of ramen for Fukuzawa Yuki, and then felt that he was also hungry - hand-to-hand combat is actually quite energy-consuming, just like the ancient Roman legions, the first skirmisher line could only fight for three
In about a minute, the second line of skirmishers would rush forward to replace him, which shows how quickly the physical strength of the fight was reduced.
The kind of situation where two people fight for three days and three nights and still remain energetic can only appear in novels.
He ordered a bowl of Oden Kungfu Ramen for himself. It was already ready. The shopkeeper put it in front of Fukuzawa Yuki with a smile and said politely: "Please use it!"
"Aha! I'm starting!" Fukuzawa Yuki clapped her hands together, very happy.
Kitahara Shuji glanced at her sideways and saw her face glowing red as she swallowed saliva desperately. She was hungry, but she didn't seem to feel tired. He couldn't help but start to reflect on whether the sisters were too monsters or whether his body was too weak now.
Neither of these two sisters can be suppressed.
It must be that his body was too weak before, and the original owner didn't seem to exercise much. As he thought about it, he wiped his hands with a hot towel, then covered his face to eliminate the fatigue, and after taking a long breath, he put the towel away.
Putting it back on the plate, Fukuzawa Yuri was shocked when he looked at it again:
"Where's the noodles?"
"Eat it!"
"Where's the soup?"
"Drink it!"
Kitahara Shuji couldn't believe it. Did you pour it into your stomach?
Fukuzawa Yuri sniffed and asked pitifully: "I'm still very hungry, can I have another bowl?"