Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"What's wrong, Fang Lang?" As he was walking, Mizukawa Yuko couldn't help but asked when he saw Fang Lang stop.

"No, it's nothing." Fang Lang smiled, and the two of them continued towards the canteen.

At the previous moment, Fang Lang felt a sense of malice and was secretly wondering. After hearing Yuko Mizukawa's voice, he had some guesses.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the cafeteria. It was a simple place with not many people.

According to Yuko Mizukawa, most students go home to eat, and only a few of them go to the cafeteria.

And so are the residences, so most of the dormitories in the college are vacant.

After lunch, Yuko Mizukawa took Fang Lang around the college, and then asked the teacher to assign a dormitory.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when the two of them headed towards the kendo venue.

The curriculum arrangement of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is very loose. The further you go, the fewer courses you study. Especially for sixth-year students, there are almost no courses and they all rely on self-study.

Even for a first-year student, someone like Fang Lang who has just entered school, there are only four classes a day, two in the morning and two in the afternoon. The rest of the time can be allocated at will, and you can even leave Seireitei and go home.

However, you cannot be late for class, otherwise you will suffer.

Fang Lang and the two came to the kendo venue, and all the students in the annual group had arrived.

Not long after, Mizukawa Tomoki also appeared from the inner door on one side. As soon as he appeared, all the students immediately lined up in four rows.

"Very good, no one is late today." Mizukawa Tomoki's face was cold, his eyes swept away, and he spoke loudly: "There are two kendo classes this afternoon. To the God of Death, kendo is life! In the future, after you graduate, you will all become The God of Death will officially grant the Zanpakutō and use it to fight the enemy."

After a pause, he continued: "Kendo is not just holding a sword and using it. It is called kendo. It has skills and is the experience and routines summed up by countless predecessors!"

"You have to carefully understand your sword. Its quality, sharpness, and whether it is well maintained. Everything affects the outcome of your fight against the enemy."

"Don't talk too much, and it's useless to talk. You must practice for many years and accumulate rich combat experience!" Mizukawa Tomoki pointed to the wooden basket on the side, with thirty or forty wooden swords inserted in it, " Everyone, pick up a handful, practice in pairs, use your mind to recall what I said yesterday, and then defeat your opponent!"

Fang Lang didn't care about this kind of class at all. He had learned enough swordsmanship and even created his own sword moves. He also had rich fighting experience. Even if he wanted to improve, he wouldn't take classes here and play with other students. You can improve it by playing with wooden swords.

However, at this time, someone suddenly said: "Teacher Shuichuan, we have a new person here today. It is not good to start directly like this. Why don't you let me try it with him first, and we can allocate equal opponents later."

"Kusano Uto...yeah, that's okay," Tomoki Mizukawa thought for a moment and nodded, "Fang Lang, you and Kusano try using wooden swords. Kusano is the most talented person in our group with swordsmanship. With him From sparring, you should know a little bit about the difference.”

In words, he was not optimistic about Fang Lang at all.

Of course, there is a very obvious difference between a new student who has just entered school and an old student who has studied for a month or two!

It's so obvious that one or two moves can determine the outcome.

Fang Lang had a weird look on his face, asking him, a great swordsman, to bully a child. If Benek found out about this, he would be furious.

Yuko Mizukawa couldn't stand it anymore. She frowned and said, "Uncle, this is too forced. How can Fang Lang be Kusano's opponent? Let me come and spar with him."

"I've said it several times, Mr. Yuko! Call me Mr. Mizukawa!" Tomoki Mizukawa snorted coldly, without any concern for family ties, and said: "It's just a practice with the wooden sword. It's not for you to go out and wipe out the void. You don't even have this point. Dare you, how can you become the sole god of death in the future!"

"That's right, you have to be brave enough to challenge." Kusano Uto said immediately, with a habitual smile on his face, "Classmate Fang Lang, I will be merciful. You don't have to be afraid. The wooden sword will not really hurt people."

Hearing this, the monkey-faced man next to him sneered and looked at Fang Lang with a mocking expression.

At this point, Fang Lang had to accept it, but he did not forget the role he played. He smiled shyly and said, "Senior Kusano, please show mercy."

"Humph, of course, I will be merciful." Kusano narrowed his eyes, secretly planning how to tease the other party.

Slap in the face!

Hit him in the face with a wooden sword, which doesn't count as a hand, but it can embarrass this idiot!

With this thought, Kusano's smile grew wider.

Everyone moved aside, Cao Ye and Fang Lang came to the middle, and someone immediately handed over a wooden sword.

"Be careful enough to dodge the opponent's attacks. As long as you survive a few rounds, Teacher Shuikawa will stop." Yuko Shuikawa whispered, handed the sword to Fang Lang, and walked away in small steps.

This woman is also warm-hearted.

While thinking about it, Fang Lang grabbed the hand and said, "I'm ready, senior Kusano, please."

"Wait!" Tomoki Mizukawa said dissatisfied: "I have told you several times that the sword should be held with both hands. Holding the sword with one hand is a bad habit. The correct holding posture is like Kusano. Forget it. , for the sake of your first time. The competition begins!"

He seemed too lazy to say anything more and just announced the start.

Fang Lang shrugged indifferently, still holding one hand, because he was still used to it, and his hands were restrained.

"As expected, he is still an amateur."

Kusano Youdou sneered, suddenly rushed forward, and stabbed Fang Lang in the face with his sword.

"Huh? This guy..." Fang Lang was startled. This was a stab to his eye. At the moment when the blade was about to hit, Fang Lang seemed to shift to one side and dodge the blow.

Udo Kusano did not give up, but stayed close to his body, and the reaction hit Fang Lang's side face, as if he intended to slap him in the face.

"Tsk...this person has a grudge against me?"

A coldness flashed in Fang Lang's eyes. The wooden sword blocked the opponent's face the moment he hit it. At the same time, it quickly slid along the wooden sword and just hit Kusano Uto's face with a loud snap.

"I'm sorry, Kusano-senpai, my hand slipped." ..