Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

All he needed to do was focus his full attention.

(Channel all the physical strength and magical power he had saved into his sword.)

(He didn't need to care about survival instincts; what he needed was to completely break his life's limitations and pour everything into this one strike.)

(A genuine, unreserved, and fully focused strike.)

"——『Ittō Rasetsu』!"

The moment he took his step.

The world before his eyes instantly turned black and white, all colors and sounds leaving him.

The joints and bones throughout his body were creaking, and blood vessels in his thighs, arms, and other areas were rupturing.

Even if he were to be crushed to pieces, it didn't matter.

He just needed to pour everything he had into this moment, unleash his strongest strike in an instant, and end this battle.

The jet-black sword light transformed into a brilliant meteor, dragging a comet-like tail of light as he unleashed his strike in a silent, colorless world that felt like a dead space.

"Wonderful!"

"As expected, not only am I improving here, but Ikki is also growing in his own way."

Kurogane Ikki had already appeared behind Kirihara Shizuya, covered in blood and kneeling on the ground.

The victory had been decided, and Haramura Makoto stood up directly.

He hadn't heard the name of that technique, but from the extent of the magical power's eruption, its concentration, and the pressure it put on the body.

It felt like an advanced version of Ittō Shura.

Originally, during this time, he had surpassed Kurogane Ikki in terms of his ability development and familiarity with combat techniques.

But with this move, the outcome of their battle was uncertain again.

"What are you going to do? Makoto?"

Looking at Haramura Makoto, who had already stood up, Stella asked curiously, preparing to get up and follow him.

"Nene Saikyo-sensei has some business with me, Stella, you should go back first."

……

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Toudou-kaichō."

Walking out of the gymnasium, at the entrance for the audience, Haramura Makoto waved hello to the girl with the brown twin braids and brown-rimmed wide glasses.

"It's nothing."

"I was also watching Kurogane-kun's match just now, so it doesn't count as waiting for you, shidi."

Toudou Touka pushed up her glasses and smiled slightly.

Was this a very friendly feeling?

Anyway, compared to the cold, impassive, and selfless appearance she had when taking his statement last time, the current feeling was much better.

"I can't quite be considered a shidi yet."

"After all, I haven't received permission from the Fighting God yet, so I haven't officially joined the sect."

Haramura Makoto followed Toudou Touka's pace, keeping a distance of about one step, maintaining a certain sense of distance.

"I've already heard about the specifics."

Toudou Touka walked with light steps, and her tone seemed somewhat cheerful.

"Eldest shijie is the master's favorite disciple."

"Since eldest shijie has already said so, it means that shidi must have something that can impress the master."

After bypassing several corners, Toudou Touka finally stopped in a place similar to a training park.

"So it's basically impossible not to pass the test."

"Touka-chan!"

"If you say it now, how can I possibly test him?"

Without a sound!

Haramura Makoto didn't notice even a trace of sound, and the old man in the gray kimono appeared directly behind Haramura Makoto and Toudou Touka.

From that wrinkled face, one could see that the old man was very old.

But from those eyes with restrained divine light and a straight back, one could also determine that even at his old age, this old man's strength was still terrifying beyond imagination.

"Hello, Fighting God, Nangou Hikojiro-sama."

Turning around directly, facing the old man, Haramura Makoto respectfully bowed deeply.

The answer had already been obtained the moment the old man appeared.

Powerful strength, able to appear directly behind the current him.

He was already very old, the special footwork he used just now was chousoku, plus Toudou Touka didn't show any hostility.

Besides the person he was originally here to meet, who else could it be.

"Eiya ya, Touka-chan has already said so, and you still call me that?"

"Could it be that you are a very rigid person?"

The old man smiled with a face full of mirth, looking very unreliable.

There was a big gap between him and the impression that Haramura Makoto had imagined in his mind.

"Forget it, this kid isn't that kind of person."

"He's doing it on purpose, old man."

Saikyo Nene appeared next to Haramura Makoto in almost the exact same state, but he did manage to sense Saikyo Nene's aura when she appeared.

"Chousoku is originally the threshold for entering the sect, you were already qualified when you learned chousoku's footwork."

Saikyo Nene's iron fan also fell at the same time.

"Clang——"

Sparks flew, and the buzzing sound of metal clashing rang out in waves.

Without knowing when, Haramura Makoto's inherent spiritual device had already appeared in his hand, blocking Saikyo Nene's iron fan.

"So does that mean I've passed your test?"

In this posture, Haramura Makoto turned his head and looked at Nangou Hikojiro with a burning gaze.

"Hahahaha——"

Nangou Hikojiro laughed loudly.

"Of course you passed, and I've been observing you for a few days now."

"You're also relatively qualified in terms of character."

"So I'll accept you as my disciple."

Although he had already known that the answer was very likely to be affirmative, Haramura Makoto still couldn't hide the excited thoughts in his heart at the moment he was truly affirmed.

After all, in a sense, this old man currently represents the pinnacle of magic knights in this country.

Fighting God!

This was the only Japanese person who had ever won the Fighting God Cup held at the Chinese Shenlong Temple.

There were not many world-class events that cutting machine warriors could participate in, excluding events like the Olympics, there were only the KOK Tournament hosted by the League and the Fighting God Cup held by the Chinese Shenlong Temple.

However, unlike the very safe league like KOK.

The competition system held by Shenlong Temple was very cruel and primitive, whether it was conspiracy or tricks, anything that could be used could be used.

After winning, in addition to the title of Fighting God, no other rewards would be obtained.

It was because of this cruel competition system, and the fact that the Shenlong Temple was full of experts, that almost no foreigners had ever won under this competition system.

Nangou Hikojiro was called the Fighting God because he had won once.

That's why Haramura Makoto was excited to become Nangou Hikojiro's disciple.

"Master!"

The specific process of apprenticeship here was not very clear, but Haramura Makoto still bowed respectfully again.

"Alright, alright, I don't have such cumbersome rituals here."

Nangou Hikojiro was just like the unreliable appearance he had shown earlier, and he was indeed not the type to value red tape.

To be honest, this was a rare thing in Japanese society.

Especially for such an important matter as joining a sect, there should normally be many ancient etiquette, right?

"Hmm, let me think."

Nangou Hikojiro stroked his well-groomed white beard, making a thoughtful appearance.

After thinking like this for a while, he finally turned his gaze to Toudou Touka.

"Touka-chan, do you have a match in the next three days?"

"No, Master."

"I only have one last win left to win the selection race."

Toudou Touka responded in a straight-laced manner.

"In that case, training begins, you two come out with me."

"No, wait, old man, training him should be my job, right?"

The gravity field was unintentionally released, and Saikyo Nene looked at Nangou Hikojiro with unkind eyes.

Nangou Hikojiro waved his hand impatiently.

"Your strength is too high, I don't need you."

Chapter 087 Double Standard Attitude

Time passed slowly.

Unconsciously, the selection race had come to an end, and the participants of the Seven Star Sword Dance Festival could be officially determined after a few more rounds of competition.

And this was the dome training ground of Hagun Academy.

There was not a single person in the surrounding stands, only one person was at the edge of the training ground, and a red-haired female student was in the center of the training ground.

"Let's start, Stella."

Shinguuji Kurono skillfully lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth, looking at Stella, who was holding a sword in both hands in the center of the training ground, and shouted.

"I understand."

Stella took a deep breath and agreed powerfully.

"Dong dong..."

At this moment, a loud heartbeat suddenly came from Stella's chest.

"Boom——!"

At the same time, Stella's head of lotus-like gorgeous hair floated directly, and the phosphorescence of the flames floated out from the ends of the hair, and an amazing temperature suddenly burst out from her body, and even the surrounding air was distorted, so that terrible light and heat swept the audience.

The imperial princess of Vermillion was emitting a strong light from the bones to the bone seams all over her body, and with the powerful beating heartbeat, one point was extinguished, one jump stopped.

Then, a rhombus-shaped red crystal appeared on Stella's forehead.

Behind her, the phantom of a Western dragon immediately emerged.

Then……

"Laaaaaaa——!"

Stella opened her cherry lips, revealing her cute tiger teeth, and let out a piercing roar.

The roaring sound turned into a raging wave, condensed and formed, and rolled around like a storm.