The backyard of the gymnasium is an open space. It seems to have been specially treated. There is not even a dead grass.
There are only rows of clothes drying poles and equipment racks.
There were several soshin placed on the wooden frame, as well as naginata placed vertically. There seemed to be obvious traces of activity in the open space, as if people often practiced here.
Minamoto Yoriguang glanced at Muchuanquan beside him.
I found that the other party had a calm expression and stood motionless by the pillar in the backyard, looking slightly at the sky as if thinking about something, which made people feel like they were on a flat lake.
I just looked at it and closed my eyes.
Even her breathing gradually became calmer, and only after a slight snoring could be heard was it confirmed that she was asleep.
The autumn wind blew by with coolness.
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at the sky and found that just after lunch, the sky turned dark, dark clouds blocked the sun, and there was a dull feeling in the air.
The atmosphere also became dull and boring.
People who are not destined for each other will never speculate, and people who are destined for each other will always chat with each other. It is obvious that they are not destined for each other.
Compared to discussing with the tea master.
Today, whether it was that he suddenly learned that his father seemed to have a mysterious past in Kyoto, or that the person who helped pretend to be her boyfriend was an acquaintance, it was too bizarre.
But these are not the point.
The point is that he feels a little uncomfortable now.
When a drop of water is mixed into the ink, turbidity becomes its normal state, and it will not change again after being washed.
Just like now.
He no longer knew how to interact with a normal girl, let alone one with a dull temperament like Muchuanquan. It would be particularly weird for the two of them to be alone together.
The dark clouds in the sky are gathering more and more.
The cool autumn wind slightly stirred up the dust on the ground in the backyard and rushed it in all directions.
"It looks like it's really going to rain."
Looking at the tall girl with her eyes closed by the pillar, with a strand of bangs floating in front of her forehead, Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt the cool breeze, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.
Just wait until he takes two steps closer.
Muchuanquan, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened them and stared at Minamoto Yoriguang quietly.
This alert movement made Yorimitsu Minamoto stop.
Muchuanquan moved away from the pillar, looked into his eyes and asked calmly: "What's wrong?"
"If you're sleepy, why not go back and sleep." Minamoto norimitsu put his hands in his pockets, pondered for a moment and said.
In fact, this sentence means farewell.
Just like chatting on the mobile phone at night, when a person suddenly says good night, it is basically not really sleeping, but intending to end the chat.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not very proactive in the first place, and even if he took the initiative, he would be a bad girl. Now that he was suddenly asked to get along with a girl who was not good at talking, he didn't know what to say.
Instead of wasting time here, it's better to say goodbye and leave directly, since you won't have nothing to do.
But it was obvious that Muchuanquan had never experienced this kind of classic program. After hearing what he said, he shook his head: "I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes and took a nap."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu had almost expected it, so he planned to say directly: "Well, there is nothing to do here."
"Then let's discuss it."
Before he could finish his words, Muchuanquan suddenly spoke and looked at him with burning eyes.
"Discussion?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu was startled when he heard this.
"Just now you told your father that you were naive enough to teach the swordsmanship of the Kotor Shinto style, why not come and learn from each other?"
Muchuanquan nodded slightly and asked.
"I only know Iaijutsu." Minamoto no Yorimitsu came to his senses, and then answered truthfully: "I don't know anything else, it's just a half-full level of water."
"Really?" Muchuanquan frowned when he heard this, as if he remembered that he had indeed said this just now.
She just pursed her lips and rubbed her hands with her hands.
I always feel a little itchy.
On weekdays, she practices alone and rarely has the experience of fighting with others. As for the kendo club and martial arts club in school, she has also fought against them all.
Just when Minamoto Yorimitsu thought that the other party was just raising a topic and did not intend to continue, Muchuanquan's face turned serious and he sent out the invitation again:
"A real hero will not refuse to fight. I am asking you to fight openly and openly. It is just a normal sparring. I will not use real killing moves."
"Can you hold your knife?"
"I haven't tried it, but I think it should work."
Minamoto Yorimitsu was speechless when he heard this, but said with a smile: "The more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying."
He glanced at the wooden frame next to him. There was a two-meter naginata inserted in it. It looked like it might be the one she usually used. It looked taller than him.
Although it looks unedged from a distance, this thing weighs at least thirty or forty pounds. It is not used by ordinary people. In ancient times, it was also a weapon used for horseback charging. If acceleration is included, it can behead even the skin and flesh without an edge.
It's hard to imagine that this is a common weapon for a girl who weighs about 100 pounds. If you fight with this thing, it will be disabled if you don't hold back.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu knows how to eat just that, and he is not satisfied with the half-filled bottle. Even if he is bored, he will not risk his life, but he is determined not to do so.
Mu Chuanquan's plain face was stunned, as if he was having a hard time digesting these words. Especially when he heard "pretty", his expression became slightly flustered.
He was about to refuse again, but saw Muchuanquan shook his head and said, "That's not the case."
"What do you mean?" Minamoto Yoriguang raised his eyebrows.
Muchuanquan said with a serious face: "Just now you said that the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. That's not true."
Is this the point just now?
The point is whether I will be beaten to death by you!
Not this kind of trivial issue!
"What's your opinion, Muchuan-san?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked patiently.
"As long as you are human, you will lie to others, regardless of whether you are beautiful or not." Muchuanquan lowered his head and thought for a moment before continuing: "It's just that my grandmother said that only beautiful women will be believed when they lie, but no one will believe even if ugly women lie.
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When Minamoto norimitsu heard this, his eyes were thoughtful, but he nodded in surprise: "It seems to make sense."
Just like the richer a man is, the badder he is, Minamoto Yorimitsu thinks that all men are bad. Although the degree of badness is different, it is true that one cannot be bad without money!
After thinking about this, he looked at Muchuanquan with a slightly surprised look, feeling that he had learned a lot.
Sure enough, if we are three people walking together, I will definitely be my teacher.
Even a good girl can sometimes come up with unique insights, and you really shouldn't look down on anyone.
Muchuanquan pursed his lips, looked at Minamoto Noraiguang again and asked, "What do you think about the competition?"
"I have no experience in sparring with others, and you don't use a naginata, so you can't sparring."
Minamoto norimitsu said hesitantly.
"I can use Su Zhen." Muchuanquan's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this, and he seemed to feel that there was an opportunity to learn from each other: "The natural swordsmanship passed down from our family is Wu Nian Liu, so I can learn from you."
Minamoto Norimitsu looked at the other person's originally calm eyes, but there was a hint of expectation. He felt that the child had been suppressed to get sick, maybe he was a martial arts fanatic, and it seemed that his hands were really itchy and wanted to be beaten.
Looking at Su Zhen on the wooden stand next to him, this thing has the least damage. Even if it hits the body, it can only be regarded as a blunt blow. A horizontal blow with a wooden knife is much more dangerous than this.
The other party has already said this, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu can no longer refuse: "Then let's stop. I'll declare in advance that I can probably take two moves, and I can't chase after him."
"no problem."
After receiving a positive reply, the short-haired girl quickly agreed, then turned and walked towards the open space.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu walked to the other side of the wooden frame.
He took out the Su Zhen. The weight was not too heavy for him, but the linen on the handle was a little rough on his hands.
The two stood three meters apart.
"That's right." Muchuanquan held Su Zhen in his hand and suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't draw a gun against me."
This sentence made Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was about to salute according to the swordsman duel in his memory, stunned. His brain did not react for a while, and he followed the opponent's gaze.
Then I found her looking at her crotch.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was stunned for a moment. He looked at the calm face of the short-haired girl and was confused for a moment.
We haven't tried it, how do you know?
Is this the gun I imagined?
But before he could think any more, Muchuanquan picked up Su Zhen with both hands and said with a serious face:
"If you can't help but pull out a gun, just tell me."
"I will stop immediately."
"I'm just an ordinary human being. I don't have the ability to dodge bullets or even catch bullets with a sword."
The voice of these words was very calm, as calm as if seeing someone else with a gun was not a big deal, but Minamoto Norimitsu didn't think so.
Holding Su Zhen in his hand, he remained silent for a while.
Minamoto Yorimitsu frowned when he heard this. After a while, he stared into the other person's eyes and said, "Did you see it last time?"
"Your heart stopped for a moment just now, and then you became very wary of me. It seemed you even had some murderous intent."
Muchuanquan did not answer his question, but looked at his face strangely and spoke slowly.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was a little surprised when he heard this. This girl was so alert, as if she was born with it, but he continued: "Mu Chuan-san hasn't answered my question yet."
"At that time, I noticed they were coming back, so I followed them secretly, but when I saw you using a gun to protect yourself, I left directly."
He paused for a moment, tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment. Muchuanquan seemed to understand his worries:
"Firearms are contraband. You don't have to worry about me reporting it. If I had reported it, I would have done it long ago."
Then she continued:
"Furthermore, my father also has a private collection of guns, which is in the fourth compartment of the cabinet in his bedroom. My father just said that you are not an outsider, so I am not afraid of you knowing."
Minamoto Noraiguang's eyelids twitched slightly, and he asked with some surprise: "Isn't Uncle Muchuan a swordsman?"
Isn't he a normal kendo gym leader?
Why are you still hiding guns at home?
Muchuanquan shook his head and said in a calm voice: "Father said that times have changed, and the integration of guns and swords is now the mainstream, but he never let me touch it."
After saying this, she frowned again, as if she was troubled by something, and muttered to herself after a while:
"Maybe it's because I'm not good at my studies."
The corner of Minamoto Yorimitsu's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.
But he deeply identified with the girl's father.
Nowadays, it is indeed the world of American-style iai.
So as a swordsman, especially a swordsman in the new era, in addition to possessing superb martial arts, it seems reasonable to also have a gun, right?
"I understand what you mean. I hope that except for us, the topic just now will not be brought up again."
Minamoto Yorimitsu pondered for a while and said.
He didn't take this matter to heart. Being reported for hiding a gun was indeed dangerous, but it depends on who was reported. Could he still be afraid of this?
What's more, the guns are all in the inventory.
Even if you search, you won't be able to find it. Today, when every case requires witnesses and physical evidence, I'm afraid no one has been able to collect evidence that he was holding a gun in this regard.
As for the girl, she knows it.
With his identity, no matter how many guns he has, he can buy a security company and apply for a gun license. It is also very simple.
And it’s been so long.
This girl seems to have no special interest.
Mu Chuanquan obviously didn't take it to heart. He held Su Zhen's body with both hands and shifted his weight downwards. He didn't know what starting position he used with his left and right hands: "Are you ready?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu shook Su Zhen. To be honest, this was his first time holding it, but when he first picked it up, the skill automatically appeared in his mind, and pictures flashed across his mind.
Thinking about the start of the Iaijutsu, Minamoto Yorimitsu directly used the carp mouth method, used the tiger's mouth of his right hand to hold Su Zhen up and said in a deep voice: "Okay, we can start."
The two people's eyes met in mid-air, and Minamoto Noraimitsu suddenly felt that the other person had changed. However, he just held Su Zhen tightly and made a gesture of trying to pull away.
There are actually a lot of rules in the kendo competition. There are various taboos and you can't do it. You have to wear a suitable mask to do it. It's obviously very dangerous for them.
No referee calls to get ready.
Of course it was impossible for either of them to shout.
This is especially true for Minamoto Yorimitsu, who only knows Iaijutsu, so he has to hold his breath and concentrate.
The person who moved first was naturally Muchuanquan.
Her steps moved forward with a sudden thrust, and she held Su Zhen tightly with both hands and struck down on her head. With her height of about 1.7 meters, even Tang Zhu had a fierce aura.
"drink!"
The opponent bullied him, and with a loud shout, the figure pressed forward. Minamoto Noraiguang looked at Su Zhen in his sight from far to near, and was hit on the head with at least a third-degree concussion.
Minamoto Yoriguang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately raised his sword and held it at an angle. Feeling the strength coming from his hand, his jaw went numb. This was by no means the strength of a normal girl.
Even though his hands were numb, he still showed no sign of panic. His body started to move naturally. He lowered his body and slashed with the force. The angle was different from the ordinary side slash, but it flashed in the shape of an arc moon.
This is the Half-Moon Sword in Jiyi Iai!
It was this weird chop that made Muchuanquan instantly pull away and turn his back. There was sudden excitement in his calm eyes, and he used his forearm to flip over to directly support the chop.
Seeing that this chop was ineffective and that his only Iai was not effective, it aroused Muchuanquan's excitement, and Minamoto Yorimitsu immediately felt something was not good.
I know two or three tricks like this!
He had just taken half a step sideways, and when his old strength had faded and his new strength had not yet regenerated, he could only watch as Muchuanquan, who looked slightly excited, attacked him again.
"That's almost it! That's it!"
At the most critical moment, Minamoto Yorimitsu chose to follow his heart, immediately put away Su Zhen and shouted loudly.
After shouting these words, he stopped moving.
Just half a second later, the fierce sword wind blew up his hair, causing Minamoto no Yorimitsu to narrow his eyes slightly, but in the end it still stopped in front of his face.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu exhaled a long breath.
Just those few moves just now.
It already made his forehead sweat slightly.
Looking at Su Zhen who was slowly withdrawing in front of him and Muchuanquan who still looked a little disappointed, Minamoto Yorimitsu was about to speak when a sound came from his side.
Bang bang bang——
A burst of applause suddenly sounded.
"I didn't expect that you, the manager, are so physically strong, but you always hide it and refuse to give me even a drop of it."
Jiao Didi's familiar voice reached her ears.
Minamoto Yoriguang put away Su Zhen and looked in the direction of the sound. Then he saw the bald old man just now and the beautiful woman beside him.
The azure blue kimono looks like gemstones, and the white waistband is embroidered with green lotus flowers. Even if the woman is wearing a wide kimono, it is hard to describe her stunning figure.
Pure white socks are not as fair as arms.
Just standing there relaxedly, the charming meaning leaked out, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered the Suzhen in his hand, glanced at the bald old man, and asked with raised eyebrows: "Miss Mizusawa, why are you here?"
"I am wherever you are."
Mizusawa Natsuye blinked her beautiful eyes, and it seemed that she didn't look like she had fallen out with him last time. Instead, she opened the folding fan in her hand and covered her mouth with a smile and shouted softly.
The distance between the two is nearly ten meters.
But Mizusawa Xiaye stood on tiptoes, covered her mouth with a fan, shouted to talk to him, and ignored the people next to her.
This sense of ambiguity is too strong.
Even Muchuanquan's father glared.
He seemed to be surprised by Mizusawa Xiaye's behavior.
But Minamoto Yorimitsu took a deep breath.
Hmm! Right! This is the taste!
Looking at the charming look from Mizuze Xiaye.
Even if you know it's fake.
It also made him energetic.
He looked down at Su Zhen in his hand again.
It suddenly felt boring.
I almost wanted to throw it away.
Who has nothing to do to fight?
Wouldn't it be nice to have tea with the great master?