Pirate's Prison

"Anyway, my dear." Asano Mizuhiko didn't care so much, she never wanted to ask Ayase Kawamori to help her, in his mind, Madaramu alone was enough to see, "My dear, just Get rid of you."

"Please." The unknown lower grade student bowed deeply to the corner of the eyes.

That being the case, there is no need to say more long-winded words, Madaramu immediately shouted with a fierce expression.

"Oh! My teaching is very cruel!" A look of enthusiasm.

There is no time to rest, and for the next two days, the training that is inhumane to humans is going on.

Under the pressure of Madaragi, these lower grade students gave up their class time, pulled carts full of rice with their bodies on the playground, jumped frogs on the steps, knelt on the ground, pressed a few meters on their knees. Ten jins of bluestone slabs, with heavy stones tied to the legs...

To train like this for two days and two nights in a row, it seems to Asano Keigo that it has nothing to do with kendo, but in Asano Ruihui's view, the dear in her eyes must have his thoughts...

Finally, on the third day of school, the members could no longer hold on, and there was a low voice from the corner of the kendo club.

"You're not going to back down, right?" Madaramu said in a deep voice, looking at the few members who didn't want to move.

"No way." A player in the middle who was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall whispered, "Body..."

With a sound, Madarau frowned, "It's really useless."

It was quiet for a long time, and no one dared to say a word. After a while, the thin boy in the middle finally looked up at the corner of Madara's eyes and said intermittently, "I... I'm okay."

Madara eyes were a little surprised, "I thought you would be the first to collapse, you have a good momentum, come on."

Madara eyes corner picked up the wooden sword and pointed at him, the boy immediately stood up, raised the wooden sword, stood on the opposite side of Madara eyes corner, posing an attacking stance.

The next moment, the wooden sword in his hand was easily knocked out by the corner of the eyes, and the boy was clutching his wrist, feeling some pain.

"Is your aura only at this level?" Madaramu said in a deep voice.

The boy felt helpless when he looked at his numb wrist. He wanted to avenge his seniors in the Kendo club, but he didn't expect that he would be so useless.

He let out a breath, endured the pain, picked up the wooden sword on the ground again, turned around and slashed at the corner of Madaramu. Once he made a wrong turn, the corner of Madaramu seemed to be motionless, and the boy had already fallen.

"Your attack is too straightforward." Madaramu put the wooden sword in the corner and said to the boy lying on the ground, "Look for the enemy's flaws."

"But there is no flaw at all."

"Stop talking nonsense! Until you find the flaw, you have to keep going, come on! Come on! Come on!"

The boy attacked the corner of Madaramu again and again, and fell again and again, but fortunately he was able to stand up.

After school finally came, Madaramu gave everyone a break, and then went to wash his face under the tap on the school campus. After all, he was wearing a thick kendo costume for a day, and he was sweating a lot. Keigo Asano took it for him behind him. wearing a towel.

"That..." Keigo Asano looked at Madaramu's hot corner from behind and asked in a low voice, "I take the liberty to ask, why do you work so hard."

He stopped washing his face and let the water flow on his bald head. Madara replied from the corner of his eyes, "That's right, because I think it's very interesting..."

I didn't expect such an answer, but Keigo Asano thought about it, he is a strange person, so anything is possible.

"I see, because it's funny." Then he handed the towel over, "Are you kidding me?"

Wiping his face, Madaramu stood up at the corner of his eyes and looked at the people who were still training in the room of the Kendo Department in the distance: "I haven't seen you for a long time, this kind of eyes that desperately want to become stronger."

"It's really back to youth..."

In the early morning of the next day, Ichigo Madarame and Keigo Asano came to the Kendo Club early, looked at the people who had become wounded after training for the past few days, and when they hit the ground with their wooden swords, said fiercely, "What are you doing? Woolen cloth!" ……

Chapter [-]: Appearing by yourself

"I'm sorry... we have reached the limit." The boys in the Kendo club said to the corner of the eyes with a sad face.

"I said..." Asano Keigo was also looking at the large and small scars on everyone's bodies, and was a little worried, so he whispered to the corner of Madara eyes: "These guys are more seriously injured than the seniors."

Glancing at Keigo Asano, Madara's eyes widened and he felt that for a human high school student, it was indeed a bit too much.

Seeing this, the training is impossible to continue, just when I feel a headache.

"Hello." Asano Ruihui suddenly rushed out from behind, "I heard that all the members were injured, is that true?"

"elder sister……"

You don't need to hear about it, you will naturally understand when you see the scene in front of you, the injury is really serious...

"It's broken at this level, it's really useless." Madaramu shook his head, as if the responsibility was not his.

"Sorry……"

"But, it's hard to do." Asano Ruihui immediately thought that she was going to have a game with Hongdi Middle School after today, she immediately changed her charming expression, and said softly to everyone, "Everyone can win the game with injuries. ?"

"That's impossible..." A boy answered without hesitation, and the others nodded.

"What!" Asano Ruihui immediately burst out, "Then what do you guys think about the competition!"

"I said old lady." Keigo Asano said at this time, "It would be better if they simply abstain."

"What a joke!" Asano Ruihui grabbed Keigo Asano's shirt and said loudly, "Student council president, my decision cannot be changed! If we decide to win the game, we must win. We are saying that we proposed the game, What a shame to say abstain."

"So, it's a friendly match that the old lady said she wanted revenge or something."

"What should I do, my dear." He was really fickle, just after shouting to his brother, he immediately changed into a little bird and moved closer to the corner of Madaramu.

"There's really no way." Madaramu scratched his shiny bald head helplessly, and said, "It's fine if you win, if you win, in that case, my companions and I can go out."

"companion?"

Madaramu knocked on the wooden sword in his hand, "There are a few guys who have some skills, but there are several."