Comics: Starting from the Blast Punch

"It also……？"

Yukino was speechless.

She had thought that the confrontation between the two heads would be a fierce battle.

However, this was the result.

Was the head of the judo club too weak?

No.

If she, who also practices Aikido, were to judge from an expert's perspective, the head of the judo club might be slightly weaker than Mitsuha, but he was also a practical master who could lead the club to the highest honor in national competitions.

But such a person who was qualified to be her coach was knocked to the ground by the opponent with one move. He didn't even have the chance to fight back and lost consciousness. It was simply……

"Who is the leader of the Kendo Club?……？"

The same question also filled the minds of many people.

The members of the Kendo Club who were more familiar with Busujima Saeko showed expressions of pride and pride. So what if the Judo Club can win the national championship?

Little did they know that their Kendo Club has won two consecutive championships since Busujima Saeko joined, and it seems that the third championship will be in the bag without suspense.

Busujima Saeko, who took in everyone's response, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and silently apologized to the other party.

She didn't want to be so serious.

But there is no way, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. For outsiders, the winner is definitely stronger, and stronger things are worth learning.

At present, it seems that the effect of the advertisement has been achieved.

All that remains to be done is to prepare for this year's national competition.

Like the members of the club, Busujima Saeko does not think that she will miss the three consecutive championships.

However, she still hopes to meet a strong opponent.

An opponent who can make her have no scruples and devote herself to the battle

"But even if there is such a person, it is impossible for him to fight me in public." Busujima

Saeko laughed at herself.

"Very good footwork, finally saved some of my impression of this school."

At the entrance of the dojo, a strange sigh came.

It seemed like a compliment, but it made people feel very uncomfortable, as if they were being stared at.

And when the speaker appeared, a subtle chill crept up everyone's spine.

"Hmm?"

Yato looked over at the sound.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see the appearance of the person who came.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her skin was too white.

Like jade, although it was smooth and translucent, it was also cold and hard, making people feel lifeless. Especially her hands, which were like the handicrafts made by the most outstanding carving master who spent his whole life's efforts. There was no flaw and it was too perfect to be human.

Although her dark pupils were no different from those of ordinary people, they contained endless coldness and malice.

She was tall, perhaps less than 1.7 meters, but in the eyes of others, she was like a giant over 2 meters tall, giving people a sense of ugliness. The feeling of mental oppression.

The girl was wearing a black school uniform, which matched her very well and made her skin look even whiter. There were only these two colors on her body, and the red ribbon on her collar was just a minor embellishment.

Although she was extremely beautiful in appearance and had a classical atmosphere.

But when most people saw her, they would immediately think of cold-blooded animals such as snakes.

They would not classify her as harmless creatures!

So much so that when she chose to step into the dojo, the two kendo club members who were responsible for maintaining order on the scene stepped forward subconsciously to stop her.

Before they could speak, they were hit hard in the abdomen.

""Ugh!"

Their faces turned blue, and they felt their internal organs shifted. They fell to their knees with a plop, and reluctantly stretched out their hands as if to hold each other, but they couldn't do it at all.

The other members of the Kendo Club changed their expressions, and hurried over to help their companions up, and glared at the girl who came with bad intentions.

""What's the matter with this classmate?"

Busujima Saeko stared at the other person closely.

Although her posture seemed relaxed, her nerves were already tense.

She could feel that this person was different from everyone she had fought so far.

Just being stared at gave her goose bumps, as if being pointed at by a cold knife.

It was a very novel feeling.

Even the anger caused by the team member being knocked down slowly dissipated under this feeling.

Perhaps, she realized that she might have met the opponent she had been waiting for.

As if she saw something on Busujima Saeko's face, the corners of the girl's mouth curved up.

"This school is said to gather the most descendants of the elite class in the country, which means that the probability of encountering strong people will be greatly increased. In fact, it is true as I thought. I encountered such an interesting thing when I first arrived."

"I must admit that the Kendo Club under your leadership is worthy of my conquest." As soon as these words came out, the originally quiet dojo suddenly became lively.

The onlookers looked at the girl as if she was a middle school student with a second-year syndrome.

They were from wealthy families and could not understand the girl's thoughts at all.

What era is it that there are still people who would make such shameful remarks in public?

"Senior, is that guy's brain okay?"

Isshin Caiyu poked Yato's back and whispered

"Maybe in their eyes, you and others are just sheep in a pen, and they have long been accustomed to your cries."

Yedou said without turning his head.

"Senior, do you mean she is also a master?"

Ichiko Iroha was quite clever and quickly realized what was going on. She became interested.

Yukino also pricked up her ears.

"It's hard to say.

Yato shook his head.

This answer obviously did not satisfy Isshiki Iroha.

"Senior, if you don't explain it clearly, I won't be able to write a press release when I return."

"ha?"

"Didn't I tell you? I'm a freshman this year, my name is Isshiki Iroha, and I'm aiming to join the news agency. Please give me your advice.~"

"That's why you're so curious."

Yato glanced back at her and found���She took out a small camera, paper and pen at some point, acting like a typical reporter. There were even a lot of words written on the small notebook. Yato suspected that everything he said before was secretly recorded by her.

"It is very difficult to enter the news department of this school. There is also an entrance examination. A newcomer like me who has no experience at all must prove my ability before I can hope to pass the examination. So, senior, please help me."

Ichi Caiyu clasped her hands together and begged pitifully.

With this attitude, it is really difficult for ordinary people to refuse her request.

"Don't worry, senior, I won't reveal your identity. You just need to tell me what you think. After all, I know nothing about fighting kendo."

Yato raised his eyebrows. He knew what Isshiki Caiyu meant.

The two clubs were making such a big fuss, the news agency couldn't have failed to send people.

Perhaps there were many"spies" from the news agency among the more than 200 people present.

From this point of view, Isshiki Caiyu has no advantage at all, but if"professional comments and analysis" are added, her submission will have a great chance of standing out.

The first two games were fine, but the third game between Saeko Busujima and the head of the judo club was a bit excessive. Not to mention that the girl who broke into the dojo at the moment was also a master that ordinary people could not understand at all.

Once the two of them started fighting, Yato didn't think anyone except himself could accurately observe every detail.

After all, the physical fitness of people like them is too strong.

Especially the explosive power.

Even a scientist would want to slice and study the specific composition of their subcutaneous tissue.

"If it's just an explanation, it's fine." Yato stroked his chin, his eyes flickering, Isshiki Iroha's words gave him a vague idea

"That’s great!" Isshiki Iroha clenched her fists, too excited to contain herself.