I teach kendo in Tokyo

Fujii stopped swinging his sword and glanced at Kazuma: "Can you tell?"

"Yes. Your left hand is a bit weak." Kazuma joked casually.

Fujii sighed: "When I was preparing a lunch for myself in the morning, I accidentally knocked over the rice cooker at home. I wanted to fix it temporarily, but I pulled it too hard and the rice was spilled. I was also burned. You Look, it’s even reddened here.”

Fujii showed Kazuma the large red spot on her right hand.

Kazuma reached out and poked.

"Don't touch it, it'll hurt!" Fujii hit Kazuma.

"You are too careless. Have you been to the health room?"

"A little injury!"

"Don't worry about a minor injury. If you don't take care of it properly, it might get worse during the afternoon sparring session. Besides, the main team members for the county meet will be decided soon. If you don't perform well in the afternoon sparring session, you may not be able to compete."

"You'd better worry about yourself first, Shi! Fan! Dai!" The last three words of Fujii were particularly prolonged.

Kazuma curled his lips. He had not paid much attention to club activities before. After all, school had just started, and the club training only started this week. Everyone was not in the mood last week.

And to be honest, having traveled through time and space, I must be thinking about how to use the advantages of being a time traveler to get to the top of life as quickly and easily as possible. Kazuma looked down on things like the high school kendo national championship.

In addition, his plug-in was not activated before, so he may not be able to fight on the path of swordsmanship. He might as well consider how to use his advanced knowledge of the times.

So I basically didn’t pay attention to the Malay community activities.

It can't be said that he is not interested at all. When he looks at a girl like Fujii, he is still quite interested.

Mikako Fujii is a pure and beautiful girl unique to this era, with the traditional round face of a Japanese girl and a sweet smile filled with sugar.

Just look around and you will get a good mood.

But now the beautiful girl looked at Kazuma with provocative eyes, a mischievous smile on her face, and once again drawled: "Shi~Fan~Dai~"

He Ma was speechless and joked: "It seems that someone needs to be dealt with."

"Hey, someone seems to have forgotten that they lose more than they win when fighting me."

Kazuma was not surprised. He had just seen that Fujii's kendo was level 4 without any style, while Kazuma's original owner had only practiced level 3 in his own style, and the new level 6 was brought over by Kazuma.

Whether there is a school or not only determines the way of fighting. Kendo actually depends very much on basic skills.

A master with solid basic skills can make a weak person drink a pot of wine just by the accuracy of controlling that distance.

Therefore, it is reasonable for No Style 4 to kill Rishinryu 3.

But it's different now.

Kazuma looked at Fujii, although she was joking, but if he defeated her now, he might get some small benefits or something.

Fujii had a bad smile on his face: "I have a strain on my left hand now. Maybe this is a good chance for you to beat me, Kiryu-kun."

Kazuma: "You make sense."

"Hey, are we really competing? You can do whatever you want when a girl is hurt. I never thought that Kiryu-kun is such a person." Fujii pretended to be disdainful, but then he couldn't help laughing and ran away. He went to get the protective gear and said, "Come on, there's just enough time, let's compete."

Kazuma couldn't help but wonder if the real owner was having an affair with Fujii. He was so envious, so I'd take over unceremoniously.

However, Fujii's title is still Kiryu-kun. Japan is actually very particular about titles. It can be judged from the titles that the former Kiryu Kazuma and this lady were at best lovers above the level of Toda.

Kazuma was thinking while putting on his helmet - because the new members of the club who can be used at will have not been recruited yet, the protective gear is still cleaned by individuals. Kazuma has been fishing these days and has not been cleaned at all. Now he wears the helmet A strong smell of sweat.

When the club recruits new people, third-year students like Kazuma can clean protective gear and throw it to the new club members.

Japanese school sports clubs are so terrible.

Fujii: "We don't have enough time to wear full armor, so let's fight like this."

Kazuma glanced at her and realized that she was wearing a helmet and gloves, with no body protection at all.

"I have no objection." Kazuma shrugged, put on his gloves, and then the two of them returned to the center of the kendo gym.

Fujii immediately took a stance.

Kazuma glanced at her doubtfully, but he still bowed and saluted first according to the procedure - this was a habit developed by practicing Shinto-ryu. Master Hasegawa would be very angry if he didn't bow.

Fujii laughed: "When did you become so obedient? Didn't you always say impassionedly that these are old habits and should be broken?"

Kazuma was shocked, what else happened? The main idea is quite progressive.

He didn't bother to explain, it was unclear, so he just put on a posture.

"Fujii, should we bet something?"

Fujii tilted his head: "Well... let me think about it, lunch for a week... forget it. If you win, I will treat you to lunch for a week. If I win, you will run around the playground five times. One circle corresponds to one day of lunch. It's very Fair, right?”

Fujii should know that the Kiryu family does not have much money now.

Kazuma: "This is unfair. Even if I don't lose to you, I will often be punished and run away from the playground. Otherwise, if I win, you will pat your head, and if you win, I will..."

"Big pervert! Face!" Fujii suddenly activated and rushed forward, shouting.

Her movements are quite refined, and it can be seen that she has really put a lot of effort into training.

But Kazuma quickly dodged.

He quickly dodged to increase the distance, then assumed a protruding posture with the horse and exerted force.

"noodle!"

The head of the bamboo knife hit Fujii's mask accurately.

"Eh?" Fujii looked confused, and Kazuma could feel her doubts through the mesh mask of the helmet.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Why are you meeting now? Why are you meeting now?"

Kazuma: "When you hit the helmet, you have to shout, that's what Daimon Goro taught you."

"Of course I know that! I'm asking you how you called here?"

"Just...a very ordinary thrust?" Kazuma shrugged, then resumed the posture of holding the sword in the middle.

Fujii saw Kazuma taking a stance, and took a deep breath: "Do it again!"

Kazuma got on immediately.

"noodle!"

"Wait a minute! Slow down!" Fujii shouted, "I'm not even ready! Come again!"

She set up her posture again, and took two deep breaths this time. The ups and downs of her breathing showed that she was still very capable, which was rare.

In this era, Japanese girls didn't have so many G-cup monsters, and Fujii was already considered a big one.

Fujii: "Okay, I'm ready!"

The next moment Kazuma hit her in the face mask.

"Wait a minute!" Fujii stamped his feet, "Slow down! Let me see clearly what's going on!"

"Then... let me do the decomposition movements for you?"

"Don't decompose! Don't! Come again! Just slow down a little bit and I can see clearly!"

When he was in trouble with the horse, he really couldn't slow down, so he put his body in a corresponding position, and once he exerted force, it was no longer in his control.

In order to pretend to pick up girls, I turned on the skill, but now I can't stop riding a tiger.

In fact, a normal Kazuma fighter would definitely be able to beat this girl. After all, Kazuma has been training as a newbie for several years, so it would be no problem to bully a little girl with his true skills.

It's too late to regret now, I slipped away.

Kazuma: "That's it for today. Class is about to begin."

He took off his helmet, put away his bamboo sword, and turned to leave. While taking off his helmet, Fujii rushed up in a sprint: "Wait a minute! Let's do it again! You can definitely do it if you slow down! You can teach me!"

After all, this girl practices kendo and has quite a lot of strength in her hands.

Kazuma pulled hard but couldn't pull his hand out.

"Don't your hands hurt?" he asked, "Go to the infirmary quickly! Otherwise, this afternoon..."

"It's just because there is a selection in the afternoon that I asked you to teach me! You have never used this trick before, so I won't ask you where you learned it. Share it with me! I also want to go to the national competition!"

"Then I will do the decomposition movements for you..."

"No! If you use it a few more times, I can learn it myself!"

Kazuma is convinced, does this girl actually have this kind of character? I can't tell it at ordinary times, I just think she is a sweet girl next door.

But if you think about it carefully, she has already practiced kendo, so she is somewhat stronger.

"No time! You still need to change into your kendo uniform." Kazuma reasoned. Kazuma had just gone for a run and was wearing sportswear. He had to go back to the club office to change into ordinary school uniforms. Fujii was even more troublesome, as he had to go to the sports club. ’s Union Building, using the women’s locker room there.

Public schools generally have less funds and don't have that many facilities. Men usually change in the community office, while women use public locker rooms.

Of course, there are exceptions to public schools endorsed by universities, such as the High School Affiliated to the University of Tsukuba. Although it is national, it is more prestigious than most private schools.

But that was not the case at Kitagashi High School, so Fujii had to walk a long way back to the United Society to change clothes later.

Fujii pouted, but seemed to finally give up. She whispered: "Teach me at noon! Don't even think about running away!"

Kazuma decisively decided to sneak away to a deserted place to have lunch quietly at noon.

There is no way, he can't slow down this move, and he can only teach it by breaking down the movements...

"Listen! See! No! Yes!" Fujii said one word at a time, and at the same time, he used force on his hands to pull the horse toward him.

At this moment, a loud shout echoed through the kendo hall: "Kiryu! Fujii! What are you doing?"

This violent shouting made the two of them tremble together, and then they walked out together.

It's Daimon Goro.

"Don't you know that school rules prohibit non-heterosexual interactions!"

This was the 1980s, and Japanese schools were in many ways very similar to Chinese schools in the 2000s.

Only then did Kazuma and Fujii realize that they seemed a little too close now. To outsiders, it looked like they were about to kiss.

Fujii blushed, let go of Kazuma and jumped back several meters.

"Go out and run laps for me!" Daimon Goro roared, "Run until you don't have the energy to make love to me! Quick, start running!"

Kazuma: "Report to the teacher! Fujii's left hand is strained. She should go to the school doctor's office!"

Daimon Goro stared at Kazuma for a few seconds.

"Fujii, go to the school doctor's office! Kiryu, run laps for me!"

Fujii: "Tell me, teacher! I need someone to help me go to the school doctor's office!"

Daimon Goro was silent, staring at the two of them exerting invisible pressure.

"You two, go run laps together until the preparation bell rings, and then write me a three-thousand-word essay explaining your views on the word integrity in the school motto." He said gloomily.

"Yes!" Kazuma and Fujii shouted together, the voice was particularly loud - if the voice was not loud, they would definitely be asked to shout again.

Daimon Goro turned and left, and Kazuma glanced at Fujii: "Are you an idiot? You're causing me to write one more paper."

Fujii made a face at Kazuma.