Kitahara Eishi didn't mind non-department personnel visiting and studying in the dojo. On the contrary, he always adhered to the idea of ​​being inclusive, open, mutually communicated, and spreading the spiritual connotation of kendo culture. The same is true in the competition of kendo skills, coupled with his awesome talent, his kendo accomplishments reached a point where even the elderly in his family praised him.

But it won't work.

In the end, except for the registered members and recommenders of the Kendo Ministry, as well as those who brought the fistful intentions together with the protective gear and equipment, the rest of the idle people were invited out of the dojo.

The space now seems spacious, but there are still more than 40 students who stay. The subsequent exercises are probably going to be carried out in batches.

During the first departmental activity after spring break, the minister had to say something as usual. Kitahara Eishi came up and his excellent appearance caused a whisper. His face was calm and he told the development and origin of the community at a glance, and the significance of the kendo to everyone, and then encouraged him.

The deputy minister announced the feat of Kitahara's victory in the national competition. This time, the cheers and the warm voices of the flower silly could not resist, but the joys and sorrows of human beings were not the same. Kitahara's Yingshi was unmoved, only felt that they were noisy and waved to dispel the applause.

“Start practice.”

"Associate Inoue, please explain and guide the students who are visiting and studying."

"Takeuchi, you've held the knife aside... Are you lazy?"

With a cold expression, a calm tone, this ruthless attribute of abstinence... coupled with the strength of the first in the country and excellent appearance, it is reasonable for the Minister of the Kendo Department to be popular.

Inoue looked at the majestic and neat minister and the Kendo tribe that had flourished again, and almost cried. This world is too superficial and hypocritical, but fortunately, the trustworthy minister came back. He calmed down and walked towards a group of girls, and soon became dizzy in the soft and soft words of his skin.

In fact, he was not well treated. People all counted on Eishi Kitahara to guide him. Who knew that a person was ugly and passive and slacking off was serious, but compared to the previous withering, Inoue could not complain, and was in pain and happiness.

Naturally, Nana Ikawa and Yoko stayed, and Ikawa was able to obtain the benefits of the minister's teaching. She waved the bamboo sword and pretended to practice, but her eyes kept aiming.

The focus of Kitahara himself has practiced the sword moves he used several times, and then walked by the staff member, and pointed it out when he encountered incorrect information.

Here comes, Nana Ikawa quickly sets off.

"It's not right here, it's okay... Maybe I'm nervous. Look, I have to do it like this... I'll try again..."

It was the turn of Kendo, Kitahara Hideshi seemed to have become a different person, patient, treated the officials equally, and explained every move and key points seriously and responsibly, and would not blame them if they did something wrong. Most of them were encouraged. This kind of contrasting kindness also caused the Kendo Minister to be popular and the number of people joining the Kendo Ministry was large. However, Nana Igawa, who was standing on the other side, could only wait helplessly, wait and wait. Some female officials could not bear to see the behavior of falling off the sword. Can they be more thoughtful and not so intentional and mindless? However, the minister was not impatient at all, and repeated the words over and over again.

This wait is to wait until the club activity ends...

There is no way, there are really a lot of people.

Nana Ikawa, who had done useless work, was both regretful and angry, but her luck today was not over yet, and she was finally the turn to clean the dojo.

"Hey Inoue, what does it mean? Why me?" She glared fiercely at the deputy minister of the squad.

"...You haven't cleaned it for a long time." Jing Shang said expressionlessly.

Nana Ikawa suffocated, this is the fact, "This is unfair, what about other people? It's obvious that others are the same!"

"Others are absent from duty for one or two weeks, you are one semester."

“…”

If the minister hadn't been present, she would have escaped. Who would have listened to you? Yoko's friendship boat would have sunk as soon as she said it was. Nana Igawa could only be left angrily.

***

When Kitahara Eishi was carrying a bucket and a rag and pushed open the door of the dojo, he heard the loud complaints from the people inside who were leaving behind on duty.

"Ah!! Such a big place is so exhausting!"

As a member of the Kendo Ministry, he has no love for the dojo... He didn't say anything after all. In fact, in modern society, only a few people are dedicated to practicing swords.

He saw that he was a female classmate with a slightly impression.

The other party also turned around when he heard the movement.

After the crowd dispersed, the temple was empty and peaceful. At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight was dyed with a little orange, and it quietly shone on the floor, with occasional reflections flashing.

"Minister, Minister..." The other party was obviously stunned, and he was panicked when he heard the complaint.

Kitahara Eishi walked forward calmly and put down his tools, "Please come and clean together, then let's start early and end early."

The boy walking under the setting sun is like a picture. At this time, Nana Ikawa has any complaints? The plots of various Japanese drama campus movies have been spinning in my mind. Don’t end early, the later the better.

"Yeah, okay, I..."

The girl wanted to say something, but Eishi Kitahara had turned around and started cleaning.

The water sprinkled on the floor, and the white rag fainted in the bucket. Nana Ikawa slowly wrung dry and wiped it. While worried about whether his complaints were heard, she also found a way to talk to the cold minister.

However, compared to Nana Ikawa's single-minded and grinding craftsmanship, Eishi Kitahara worked quickly, strong and steady, focused, brushing the floor and wiping the floor. There was only the floor in his black eyes, and only the final goal... Nana Ikawa, who was standing beside him, actually saw a feeling of passion.

In this situation, it was possible that one person would have to clean it up forty minutes, but it was almost done in less than twenty minutes, and Kitahara Eishi did most of the work alone... it was too fast! Nana Ikawa was shocked, and during this period, she basically couldn't speak.

"Why is the minister on duty?"

“Too many leave before spring break, so make up for it.”

This was the longest conversation, and in addition, Nana Ikawa just spoke unnutritious tone such as "Oh So that's it", "That's it", "Congratulations for winning the first place in the country".

Seeing that the rare opportunity to be alone had passed away, Nana Ikawa suddenly became ambitious and said, "Minister Kitahara, I... actually have a question I want to ask you for advice."

"What?"

Kitahara Eishi looked at the smooth floor, packed up his things and was about to leave, and inadvertently replied.

"Can you 'sword whistle'?"

“…”

"What?" Kitanohara Eishi said the same thing, but his expression and attitude seemed completely different. He turned around and looked at the girl.

"Oh, it's the kind that makes the sword sound..." Nana Ikawa explained clumsyly, "For example, stepping out like this, and stab..."

Looking at the simple movements made by the girl, Kitanohara Eishi's eyes moved. He tried to know if the other party had made up the jokes he saw online.

"Have you seen it?" he asked.

"I've seen it."

Kitano Hideshi's eyes became serious, and he looked patient when he returned to the club activities. He said, "I use a sword to make a sound... but there are many kinds of swords, what kind of sounds are they used, what kind of sounds are they made, and what movements are they made... Your name is Yichuan, is there a sword school in your family?"

"No." Nana Ikawa said in confusion. She originally intended to find topics to chat. Why did the atmosphere between the two seem to be serious, and it also involves a very ancient genre...

She had no choice but to tell the scene when she saw Yu Bai using his sword.

Eishi Kitahara fell into shock and contemplation.

"Actually, it's nothing. That tutor is very strange. I think his attitude is not very good. There is nothing worth talking about..."

"You can't compare with the minister who won the first place in the country..."
Chapter completed!