Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 49 Things Are Gradually Strange
At noon, the sun is just right.

The afternoon wind blows into the corridor, bringing some warmth.

Natsume Zehei walked quickly through the corridor, followed by two people.

"The Kendo Department is recruiting for the third round. Do you want to take a look? Maybe you will be selected."

"Impossible"

Naoki Yoshihara glanced back, and there was a long queue at the entrance of the Kendo Hall.

"There's just too much competition."

"Where's Natsume?" Takatomi Yamato walked up quickly, following Natsume Zehei's pace.

"I think the same as Yoshihara. It's okay to join in the fun, but it's fine to join the club." Natsume Zehei shook his head.

"Natsume-kun is very weak." Naoki Yoshiwara was thoughtful.

"Then let's take a look?"

Takatomi Yamato asked.

Natsume Zehei and Yoshihara Naoki looked at each other, "I don't care."

Very modern building, surrounded by greenery, with a fountain on the side.

Walking in from the main entrance, the sunlight refracts through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shines on the wide field, and the solid wood floor is polished enough to reflect light.

The kendo hall is divided into one and two floors. The first floor is scary, with many areas separated by white lines. The second floor is the auditorium, and there is a screen on it to zoom in and watch.

This is Natsume Zehei's first visit to the kendo gym. I heard that the kendo gym of Toyonoraku Academy is unique. Now I know where this evaluation comes from.

There was already a duel going on before they came.

The arena was very quiet, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the duel in the arena, silent as the sea.

"It's so quiet." Takatomi Yamato said in a low voice.

"Yes." Yoshihara Naoki squeezed out from the crowd, following the pace of Natsume Zehei and Takatomi Yamato.

He looked around, dumbfounded.

The crowd was bustling, very crowded, perhaps because the Kendo Department's reputation is too great, so many students came to join in the fun.

The hall, which was originally quite spacious, was crowded with people.

After a while, there was movement in the field, and there was a harsh sound in an instant.

Natsume Zehei walked through the gap between the crowd and took a look inside.

In the [-]-square-meter arena drawn by the white line, two people were attacking and defending fiercely, and the bamboo swords were attacking again and again, and the momentum was astonishing.

The tips of the bamboo swords were staggered, and each strike seemed to make a sonic boom, which was extremely ear-piercing.As their movements change, so do the emotions of those around them.

"tsuki!" (thrust)

The sword-wielder on the right seized the opportunity and blocked the opponent's attack falling towards him. The opponent's slash was deflected, and he immediately took a step forward. disrupted the rhythm.

Then, there was a stormy offensive.

In just a few seconds, the opponent was overwhelmed.A flaw was revealed, and the opportunity was immediately seized, and a happy slash fell down.

"Hit the face!"

As the words fell, the duel ended.

There were thunderous applause and shouts in the arena.Many people are full of enthusiasm.

Natsume Zeping stopped in his tracks, watching this scene, he suddenly remembered the Children's Palace in his previous life.

The children's palace is full of middle school and high school students, and there is a brother with facial paralysis who was studying with him at that time.

The senior brother doesn't talk too much, but he is good at swordsmanship and has won awards in various competitions.

Natsume has a very good relationship with him, and the two occasionally exchange ideas.

Although the senior brother with facial paralysis is easy to soften his heart, he will never show mercy, and never release water just because Natsume is a junior.

At that time, Natsume Zehei was mainly studying piano, so he was naturally not his opponent.

But after many years of sparring, he also has not weak swordsmanship.

In other words, Natsume Zeping has a lot of kendo skills in his mind, and he only needs to give him a few months to fully master them.

But it is useless to have dragon-slaying skills, and without a physique like steel, the competition is undoubtedly a dream.

Practicing kendo requires talent, especially the body.This is of course nonsense, which sport does not rely on talent?

But the kendo industry is particularly cruel, because those who have no talent die, and those who survive are top swordsmen.

You know, the origin of modern kendo is ancient art.

Regardless of China or Japan, ancient kendo generally symbolizes blood and violence. The outcome of a fight is settled in an instant. The winner has no reward, while the loser can only kneel on the ground and sleep here.

"So handsome! I've decided that I must join the Kendo club!" Takatomi Yamato seemed to be beaten.

"Didn't you say recruit students? Why did you fight?" Natsume Zeping noticed the blind spot.

"This is an exhibition game."

Yoshihara Naoki explained, "It is used to attract students who are not interested in kendo and let them experience the fun of fighting. Generally speaking, only when recruiting students will perform. This is already a tradition in our school. In previous years, did that."

"I see."

Natsume Zehei glanced sideways at Takatomi Yamato, the effect of this exhibition match was really good.

The insiders took off their protective gear, revealing their fair faces.The light hit her snow-white and delicate neck, and water droplets could be faintly seen dripping from the hair and sliding down the swan neck.

The girl with dark hair and transparent fair skin saluted, looked around, noticed Natsume Zehei in the crowd, and nodded slightly.

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How did this find itself?
Natsume Zehei also nodded at Miyagawa Suzune, then took a step back and disappeared into the crowd.

"It's really handsome."

After Yoshihara Naoki finished speaking, he asked another question: "Who is the person who fought against Miyagawa-san? Although he lost, he still looks very strong."

"Keita Hatatani, a three-year-old senior, once won a very good ranking in the national competition. I didn't expect that he would not be Miyagawa-san's opponent." Takatomi Yamato said.

"This is an exhibition match. No matter how strong Miyagawa-san is, it's impossible to beat senior." Naoki Yoshihara said with a smile.

Natsume Zehei shook his head, "She let the water go."

"what?"

The two looked sideways, neither understanding what Natsume Zehei meant.

"He didn't take advantage of both the first attack and the qi combination. The strength of the two is very different."

After Natsume Zehei finished speaking, he said, "Did you notice that in the game just now, the boy didn't speak at all other times except for the initial roar."

Not speaking means not hitting. In kendo competitions, the way to score is to hit and call out the hit part. This is something that the coach keeps repeating when beginners come into contact with it, and it is impossible to forget it.

The boy's first yell was Qihe, which had the effect of refreshing and intimidating, similar to intimidation and battle cries, and was usually used to deter the opponent. However, Miyagawa Suzune was very sophisticated and was not intimidated at all.

Naoki Yoshihara took a deep breath, "Natsume-kun said so, Miyagawa-san is really strong, is this a genius?"

"After all, she is the champion of the national competition, so it is understandable that she is so strong. However, it is hard for me to imagine where Miko will go in the future. Maybe, she can obtain the qualification to be exempted from everyone at the age of 20."

Takatomi Yamato said.

It is the highest level of permission to pass on without permission.

Of course, there is no specific model in the Japanese swordsmanship world when evaluating the level of each disciple, but the people who have been exempted and passed on in the past are all extremely famous figures.

"Maybe he took advantage of his youth. After all, kendo is very responsive." Natsume Zehei said a few words for the defeated.

Takatomi Yamato shook his head, he was only one year younger, so there is no such thing as young or not.

"Natsume-kun seems to know the way of the sword?"

"Know a little, but not proficient."

At this point, he is still humble.

If it was Natsume Zehei from his previous life, it would be very easy to beat that boy just now.

But he is by no means an opponent of Miyagawa Suzune, the Miko's [-] stamina can knock Natsume down on the ground and beat him. He is stronger than the face paralyzed senior brother.

Anyway, he won't join the Kendo Club.

Modern kendo is not suitable for Natsume Zehei, he needs the fantasy longevity technique more.

If there is a comprehension department, Natsume Zehei would like to go in and have a look.

Naoki Yoshihara walked in, glanced at the registration qualifications, and returned.

"What are the registration requirements?" Takatomi Yamato asked.

"There are no restrictions on men and women, physical fitness seems to be the key"

Naoki Yoshihara looked up, "Natsume-kun and I are hopeless, if Takatomi-kun wants to try it, you can talk to the senior over there."

"Can't you just ask Miko-sama to sign up?"

"In fact" Yoshihara Naoki turned his head, and the line in front of Miyagawa Suzune was full of people.

"It's full."

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Takatomi Yamato hesitated for a while, choosing between the tall and mighty senior and the fair-skinned and beautiful maiden, and finally walked to Miyagawa Suzune sincerely.

"Gao Chenjun, let's go first, we won't wait for you~"

Yoshihara Naoki said to him.

"Okay" Takatomi Yamato waved at Natsume Zehei and Yoshihara Naoki.

Miyagawa Suzune slowly raised her head, glanced at Natsume Zehei who was going away, and slowly touched her chest.

"strangeness."

Before the lunch break was over, Natsume Zehei went to the bathroom after reviewing, and washed his face in the sink by the way.

"Natsume?"

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He turned his head, and the witch was standing beside her, looking at him unblinkingly with blue eyes.

"Good afternoon, Natsume."

"good afternoon."

"Miyagawa-san, tissues."

Natsume Zehei handed it over, pointing to her wet black hair.

"Thank you."

Miyakawa didn't refuse, took it, and wiped off the sweat from his neck, forehead, and chest.

After wiping, she looked at the mirror quietly, as if in deep thought.

It was still early, and the two stood and chatted for a while.

"Does Natsume want to join the Kendo club?"

"In no mood."

"Really don't want to?"

"Ah."

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Miyagawa Suzune stopped talking.

Just when Natsume Zehei thought he had offended her and was about to apologize.

Miyagawa Suzune took a step forward, raised her feet, and gently patted the water droplets on his hair.

"It's got some water on it."

".thanks."

"Be careful."

No matter how you look at it, they are very normal people.

Natsume Zehei wondered if there was an error in the system.

He lowered his head, the girl's uniform was very open, and he didn't know if the uniform was too loose, or because Natsume Zehei could clearly see the pink bra.

The bra supports the mountain, and there is a snow-white gully on it, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

When Natsume looked down, Miyagawa Suzune's breathing seemed to quicken.

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"Sorry," he said.

Miyagawa Suzune let go and took a step back with a calm expression.

"It's ok."

Natsume Zehei glanced at the time and said slowly:

"Class is about to start, Miyagawa-san, I'm leaving first."

"See you."

"Goodbye."

Seeing Natsume's disappearing figure, Miyagawa Suzune's face gradually became strangely flushed.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket. The recommendation seems to be broken, and it is completely on the street.

　　


(End of this chapter)