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"Don't worry, it will happen."
Saeko Busujima's gaze was resolute, and she made no move to back down.
The students who wanted to join the kendo club and the original kendo club members were all astonished to see the two pick up bamboo swords and start sparring while seemingly just joking around.
"What's happening here?!"
"Does Aoba-senpai also know kendo?"
"He... probably won't."
Suddenly, the former vice president of the kendo club frowned after carefully observing Aoba's movements.
"should?"
"Hmm, when you hold a bamboo sword, you hold it with both hands and your center of gravity is in the back. But look at how Aoba-senpai holds his sword..."
"One hand gripping the handle backwards, feet aligned... Doesn't that all seem wrong?"
"Judging from a complete novice in kendo, there must be countless mistakes." The former vice president, with a solemn expression, was quite nervous.
"But look at the president's posture on the other side."
"Holding the sword with both hands, his steps are precise and orderly, his center of gravity shifted backward... President Busujima truly lives up to his reputation as a master who has won the kendo tournament multiple times!"
With just a slight comparison, it was obvious to everyone that the flawed Aoba was no match for Saeko Busujima.
"You guys only see the surface, which is what beginners most easily overlook..."
The former vice president said seriously:
"If it were just an ordinary opponent, do you think the president... would be that nervous?"
"The club president's hands... seem to be shaking?!" (Read thrilling novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
"I can't believe my eyes!!"
"That's right, not only her hands, but even her feet have shifted. How is that possible? The club president is the national kendo champion!"
"That's where the problem lies."
The former vice president paused, his gaze carefully observing Aoba's movements:
"Senior Aoba always gives me a strange feeling. He clearly doesn't even know how to hold a sword properly, but the posture he adopts is very much in line with the sword techniques of a certain ancient school..."
"Sword skills? What are those?"
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Shh, don't tell anyone, the president has moved!
Everyone fell silent and looked up.
Saeko Busujima, contrary to her usual behavior, made the first move, her footwork slightly ghostly, as she struck at Aoba's ribs with her bamboo sword at a very tricky angle.
The force was so great that one could even faintly hear the sound of wind being cut through it.
Why is it so powerful right from the start?
Aoba's eyes showed some surprise.
He used one hand to grip the bamboo knife and directly blocked the attack.
Snapped!
The sound of bamboo knives clashing was crisp and rapid, disappearing in a flash!
Ok? !
That's great.
Aoba stared at Saeko Busujima with surprise in his eyes.
She was already the strongest girl he had ever met among ordinary people, not much weaker than Reiko.
"Blocked?!"
Saeko Busujima seemed unsurprised that Aoba blocked her path.
He ignored the gasps of those around him.
The bamboo sword in his hand began to attack Qingye frantically, displaying all kinds of tricky and lethal moves from various angles.
Like a figure skater who freely displays her beauty, she is stunning yet hides a deadly threat.
"Why hasn't Senior Aoba retaliated?"
"They're probably looking for an opportunity, right?"
Even the more observant members of the kendo club exclaimed that they had never seen Saeko Busujima in such a state.
Even in the national competition, she had never encountered an opponent who made her take it so seriously.
But now, it's happening to a senior who has already graduated...
"wrong!"
"It's strange that Senior Aoba is constantly being passively blocked!"
The former vice president seemed to have noticed something, but he immediately dismissed that almost impossible idea.
Do such people really exist in the world?
While everyone was watching intently, they were unaware that the door to the Kendo Club had been pushed open once again.
More than a dozen well-dressed teachers were accompanying a middle-aged man in his forties as he walked inside.
"Consul Dokushima, this is the Kendo Club."
"Yes, my daughter has caused your school a lot of trouble, thank you very much."
"It's your job."
Suzuki Kaijo shook his head, but then he saw students gathered together in front of him, and heard urgent knocking sounds coming from inside. He couldn't help but frown.
"It must be students competing in kendo. Representative Busujima, let's leave for now..."
"A swordsmanship competition? That sounds interesting."
The senator, Tokushima, walked briskly inside with a broad smile on his face.
Chapter 177 Poison Island Style: Slash! Sword Technique Perfected!
Clang!
Snapped! !
Within a few dozen breaths, Saeko Busujima had launched no less than twenty consecutive slashes!
The speed was so great that the two bamboo swords clashed together, producing a continuous, metallic clang!
"This... President Busujima is really serious!?"
"Terrifying! Was the club president just playing around with us when he first transferred here?"
"Don't you guys think Aoba-senpai is the scariest one!?"
Despite being a senior who had already graduated and having never been rumored to know kendo, he was able to fight Saeko Busujima to a draw in a kendo sparring match.
This goes beyond the realm of genius!
"Does the senior really not know how?"
The students watching were all suspicious and looked at the former vice president:
"You call this 'not knowing kendo'?"
The former vice president stared at Aoba's movements on the field with an incredulous expression, muttering to himself:
"Something's not right, '837'!"
"He doesn't seem like someone who knows kendo at all!!!"
His footwork was completely haphazard, and even his sword swings were random.
From any perspective, he is a complete novice in Kendo.
How could he possibly fight to a draw with President Busujima?
If we exclude all external factors, then there is only one possibility.
The former vice president looked horrified and was about to explain when...
A mature male voice suddenly came from the high place nearby:
"Bullshima is very strong, but he is still too inexperienced when fighting against someone who is not on the same level as him."
His words undoubtedly angered some members of the organization.
"Who are you...?"
The words haven't been spoken yet.
The solemn gaze of the silver-haired old man next to him had already turned over.
"Principal, Principal."
Suzuki Kaijo's gaze shifted slightly.
Looking at Aoba strolling around the field, I felt more helplessness than surprise.
I always like to cause trouble for my student.
"Mr. Busujima, I'm sorry..."
“Principal Suzuki, there’s no need for that. It’s an honor for my daughter to have a genius like Aoba guiding her.”
Busujima Kainoro wore a faint smile, but his eyes never left Aoba in the arena.
"Mr. Busujima?!"
"He...he's the Poison Island councilor from District 20!?"
"No way! Representative Busujima really came?"
"The old headmaster was there with them, so it must be true. Besides, didn't you hear him mention his daughter?"