My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 129 The Kendo Club that uses swords to speak

"It's really not a dream."

Tamaki Hikaru covered his face with his hands, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

It seemed that he had slept, but he didn't seem to have rested.

Yesterday, I spent a lot of energy to deal with Aitaniti, but as soon as I fell asleep in bed, I was pulled over by Hosokawa Tamako again.

Regarding the sudden need to kiss a girl to absorb the essence, Hosokawa Tamako seemed to be very flustered, and got into his dream again at night to ask.

This ability is really difficult to evaluate. You can just sleep and get into your dreams, and you can't even defend yourself against it.

After finally persuading her to go back, I replenished her energy a little before leaving.

This night, it was like not sleeping at all.

I got some rest physically, but not at all mentally, and all kinds of messy things still lingered in my mind.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Tamagi-kun, it's time to get up, it's time to go to school!"

The familiar witch knocking on the door sounded regularly. This guy had obviously lost his vest, but he still looked like he was enjoying it.

Tamaki Hikaru opened the door, and the witch outside the door smiled brightly, and her golden hair shone in the sun.

"Tamagi-kun, you haven't even changed your clothes yet. Did you not sleep last night?"

As one of the culprits who disturbed Tamaki Hikaru's thoughts and caused him to not sleep well all night, Aitaniti chuckled lightly without any guilt at all.

Suddenly throwing away so much news and problems, in the end, a dilemma was left for Mitsuru Tamaki to make, which made people struggle for a long time.

"magic."

"Hmm? Tamaki-kun, what did you say?"

Aitaneeti listened intently.

"If you use magic, you can help me put on my clothes and everything in an instant. That won't be a problem, right?"

"It's not polite for you to ask for this kind of thing."

Aitaniti took a step forward, closed the door, and clapped her hands gently.

The uniform danced like a gentleman at a ball, sticking to Tamaki Hikaru's body.

The toothbrush and cup hit each other and flew over, allowing Tamaki Hikaru to experience the feeling of being served.

In less than two minutes, everything was put away. The towel rubbed Tamaki Hikaru's face before finally floating back.

"Magic is such a convenient thing. It's no wonder that even though you are clumsy, you still keep everything tidy. It's all thanks to magic."

"The second half of the sentence is redundant."

Aitaniti looked at Tamaki Hikaru's face and took his hand with satisfaction.

"Sa, let's go."

The familiar tram, during the free time when the tram was swaying, Tamaki Hikari tried to inquire about magic from Aitaniti.

But the witch was very strict in her tone. She did not mention the principles or methods of the magic she used. Instead, she focused entirely on the content of mysticism.

Even though he knew that this was a trap used by the witch to lure him, Tamaki Hikaru was still very moved.

Until he arrived at the school gate, Tamaki Hikari didn't pry out any useful information. Instead, he learned a lot more messy occult knowledge.

Is this considered pre-school training? The same goes for the owner of the library, who wrote a lot of occult knowledge that has nothing to do with the main topic.

So much so that in class and when he skipped class and went to the library, Tamaki Hikaru was worried about this matter and was very concerned about it.

"Yachiyo, do you really think magic doesn't exist?"

Tamaki Mitsuru closed the book in his hand and asked Yachiyo Yayoi who was standing aside.

"This is the eighth time you've asked me today. Do you care that much?"

Yachiyo Yayoi responded while looking at her book without raising her head.

"My answer is still the same. I haven't seen it, and I don't know if it exists."

"What about witches? Since there are witches, they should know a little bit about spirit removal or onmyoji, right?"

Tamaki Hikaru continued to ask without giving up.

"Then you should ask the witch directly, am I not one?"

"But if I have to say it, I used to be considered half a clergyman."

Yachiyo Yayoi raised her head.

"As far as my own experience is concerned, most of them don't have any supernatural abilities. They just rely on the body that has been tempered for a long time."

"A shrine maiden can do more than just dance. The so-called paper-tied talisman is the predecessor of a spear and a naginata."

Tamaki Hikaru imagined Jinguji Jouri's thin figure, wielding a naginata to kill people.

Indeed, it seems more secure than using talisman paper.

Sure enough, is the Body Transformation Department the real answer?

Tamaki Hikaru was thinking about whether he should go to the Meat Modification Department for a good workout later.

"No, this has nothing to do with whether you can fight or not. The important point is Master. That is a man's dream."

Recalling my original purpose, I almost missed the point of the problem due to temporary utilitarianism.

Yachiyo Yayoi rolled her eyes at him.

"Didn't I tell you about this problem a long time ago? Find the vampire's first embrace. According to her bloodline, the probability that you can inherit the blood curse is quite high."

Tamaki Hikaru shook his head, couldn't he have his cake and eat it too? Do we have to exchange Gil for strength?

Just as he was about to say something more, Tamaki Hikaru's cell phone rang twice in his pocket.

"No more, I'm leaving first, I still have some things to do."

After taking a look, Tamaki Hikaru stood up and said goodbye to Yachiyo Yayoi.

"Oh, but did you forget something today?"

"Ok?"

"Didn't you say you have a new knife? You always need to try it, right? Do you want to try it?"

Yachiyo Yayoi put down the book, lifted her hair, exposed her smooth neck, and stared directly at Tamaki Hikari.

"A good knife, it would be a shame if it didn't cut something."

"It would be even more of a pity if the person holding the knife can't even do the most basic slashing."

Between his words and his eyes, he was constantly urging Tamaki Hikaru, and his eyes were also quite complicated.

"You are really perverted."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Crack!"

The sharp blade sliced ​​open the rolled-up straw mat, leaving a smooth cut.

Kamiizumi Ono exhaled slowly, sheathed his sword, and was sitting on the floor of the kendo club. He closed his eyes and recalled the slash just now.

There seems to be a flaw in it. It might be better if it were a little quicker when taking action.

Sure enough, the progress of cutting straw mats is still too slow, if...

"who?!"

The sharp gaze shot out like a blade, but the figure standing at the door of the Kendo Club seemed not to feel it at all.

"Sorry, today is not the kendo club's event time. If you want to join the kendo club, please come back next week."

After seeing a thin girl at the door, Kamiizumi Ono straightened his expression and spoke as softly as possible.

"I didn't come to join the kendo club."

Jōri Jinguji stood at the door and said softly. “Someone invited me here to have a fight.”

Um? As soon as he heard the word fight, Kamizumi Ono's eyes instantly became serious.

But seeing the girl's somewhat thin figure, I couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

"Is someone joking with you? This school girl, if nothing happens, please go back."

Any exercise requires a strong body to support it, and even though Kamizumi Ono doesn't look strong.

But under the kendo uniform, all the clearly visible muscle lines are by no means as gentle as they appear on the surface.

Jōri Jinguji didn't speak, just shook his head lightly and stood at the door of the Kendo Club.

After a while, Jinguji Jōri and others arrived late.

"Sorry, there was some trouble, I came a little late."

Tamaki Hikaru's figure appeared at the door of the Kendo Club, which surprised Kamizumi Ono.

After saying hello to Jōri Jinguji, Tamaki Hikari nodded towards Uizumi Ono.

"Senpai Kamizumi."

"It's you?"

Kamizumi Ono smelled something a little off, but it only caused her blood flow rate to increase.

"Well, senior sister, didn't you say before that you wanted to place in the national competition to make the kendo club more popular?"

Tamaki Hikaru looked directly at the other party's sharp eyes and patted Juri Jinguji beside him.

This was the last thing he talked about with Jinguji Jōri yesterday, and Jinguji Jōri was indeed proficient in the art of swordsmanship and could just complete this matter for him.

"Really? Did I say that?"

Kamiizumi Ono tilted his head, as if he wanted to refute, but instead the corners of his mouth curled up again.

"But it doesn't matter. If you think so, junior, you won't refuse, but are you sure you want to rely on this little girl?"

"Junior, if you want to participate in my place, you have to be stronger than me first, so are you sure?"

It is completely unimportant as to why Tamaki Hikari thinks so and what his purpose is.

As long as there is a fight, other things don't matter to Kamizumi Ono.

Sure enough, she had good luck today, but she didn't understand where Tamaki Hikari relied on.

"Forehead"

Tamaki Hikaru lowered his head and whispered.

"Jinguji-kun, are you okay?"

Although I know that, just looking at Jinguji Juri's small and thin appearance is really a bit uneasy.

"No problem, I'm still very strong, don't underestimate me."

"hehe."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Kamizumi Ono couldn't help but sneered twice and stood up.

"Now that you have decided, let's try it out a little and put on the protective gear."

Pointing to the protective gear hanging on the wall, Kamizumi Ono still had a lot of contempt for it.

"Need not."

After one look, Jōri Jinguji shook his head and rejected her proposal.

"That thing is not light enough and won't be used for the time being."

Hearing this, Kamizumi Ono was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Very good! This is kind of cool. I hope you really have something."

Without too much explanation or communication, Ueizumi Ono couldn't wait any longer. He put down the real sword in his hand and took down two bamboo knives from the shelf.

"You should be of the one-handed sword style, right?"

"One handful is enough."

Jinguji Jori said calmly, took the bamboo knife thrown by Kamizumi Ono, and let his arms hang down naturally.

She didn't even change her clothes or shoes, she just stood opposite Kamizumi Ono in her college uniform.

This feeling of confidence even carries a vague sense of contempt.

From her standing posture, Ueizumi Ono guessed that she must have done a lot of kendo training, but her posture when holding the sword seemed quite casual.

Don’t you want to let yourself know what genre it is?

Kamiizumi Ono tightened his grip on the bamboo sword and slowly took a stance. Her style can be seen just from the name, so there is nothing to hide.

The two slowly opened up their postures. As a layman, Tamaki Hikari could only watch the excitement at this time.

Jinguji Jouri should be fine, right?

Kamiizumi Ono stared closely at Jinguji Jouri's hands and feet holding the sword, and the postures in his hands kept changing.

Jinguji Jouri's words did not bring any pressure or special feeling to her, but the confidence in her words still made Kamizumi Ono stay vigilant.

To bully a novice like Hikaru Tamaki, all it takes is a loud shout and a very fast swing of the knife, but if the opponent is also very skilled, then she must be silently guarding herself.

The seemingly casual posture of holding the knife, and the seemingly casual but actually maintaining the standing posture of advancing and retreating, the apparent simplicity may just be a strategy to lure the enemy.

Kendo is not only a skill, but also the art of war. This is not a formal competition, but a true victory or defeat with a real sword except that the weapon is not a real sword.

Bamboo knives can also hurt people.

"Won't you take the initiative to attack?"

After the two faced off for a period of time, Kamizumi Ono was almost unable to restrain his desire to take the initiative.

"Oh, I forgot that your new Yin-ryu is mainly about counterattacks."

Jinguji Joruri let out a sigh of relief, raised his hand, stepped forward, and slashed straight down from the front.

Although the speed was fast, Ueizumi Ono, who had been staring closely at her hands and feet, still keenly captured the movements.

Straight from the front? Are you so underestimating the enemy?

Kamiizumi Ono quickly raised her sword to guard. Whether it was in terms of height or weight, her power was bound to be greater than Jinguji Jouri's.

All you need to do is hold up your hands and vibrate the knife while holding it, and then add a direct kick to the abdomen, and you can easily win this set.

The formula for victory seemed to have been determined, and there was even a somewhat excited smile on Ueizumi Ono's face.

For her, unleashing the violent element of her body's instinct is the ultimate enjoyment.

A kick to the lower abdomen would surely hurt her so much that she couldn't even stand up, right?

And her smile only lasted until the moment when the two bamboo knives collided, and an unexpected force came from her hands.

She wanted to block the attack, but instead pressed the bamboo knife onto her shoulder. She wanted to lift her feet but was forced to take a step back to support her body.

This is exactly like a sword slash from the Gemeiryu style, killing the opponent with a slash of pure violence.

But even in the show style, this one-sword slash was a jumping slash with the sword held in both hands, and the slender girl in front of her only held the sword with one hand.

This is not common sense. How can such a slender body explode with such power?

Without enough time to think about this problem, Kamizumi Ono turned around and bumped his shoulder against the bamboo sword pressing on his shoulder, using all his strength to break away from Jinguji Juri's suppression.

But Jōri Jinguji's next blow followed, and the girl's knees wrapped in black stockings suddenly lifted up.

Even though Ueizumi Ono quickly jumped up to buffer and blocked it with his elbow, he was still hit by the knee in the chest.

For a while, his energy and blood became dull, and Kamizumi Ono seemed to realize that he had made a fatal misjudgment.

The opponent was not an ordinary girl physically inferior to her, but a humanoid beast wielding a bamboo sword.

(End of this chapter)