“Haaa——!”

A sound of ape-like aura.

The opponent stepped out and sent his feet, and the bamboo knife in front of him fell head-on, driving the strong wind of howling air.

Two bangs!

Superb and down two combos.

Uesugi Osamu, wearing a kendo helmet, did not change his face. He took a step back and waved his knife to prevent it accurately.

He was obviously a general in the opposite school team, but Uesugi couldn't get excited and even wanted to yawn.

No matter whether the opponent is attacking his body or attacking, his own can stop his intentions just right.

Why are you so strong?

It can also be regarded as thanks to the strict teachings of my father-in-law.

I lost two of the first four games.

The suspense of the victory or defeat of this campus Kendo exchange competition naturally ended up in Uesugi.

Of course, there is no suspense for him.

Because the opponent tried his best to break through Uesugi's defense.

Really, as the director of the Kendo Department of Kitagawa private university who has been practicing kendo since the age of 12, Nagasawa has never seen such a tough guy.

Almost as soon as he waved it, Uesugi immediately defended against the knife.

He defended any blind spot without any leak, which was even more predictable than predicting it.

You're cheating!!

In Nana Nagasawa's kendo helmet, blue veins burst out, revealing a fierce expression of sweat.

A sound of a fierce and long sound was dragged.

"noodle--!!!!"

With a "bang!", his attack was still defended in the vibrato of the bamboo swords fighting in the turbulent air.

Is there any ending!!!

With one step twist, the body moves sideways and slashes with all its strength.

This fierce sword swinging aura made the students watching the game pay attention.

But for Uesugi, this is a soft attack.

It is completely inferior to the seventh stage of Hanamaru Yuki's sword technique.

Even Uesugi can take the attack from his father-in-law, let alone such an attack?

Taken for granted.

Take it as you like.

My own attack was blocked again...

Nana Nagasawa gave up.

He found that any skill he learned had no effect in front of this man.

Any attack will be easily and freely held by him!

You're so bad, why?

With one step, the middle section holding sword, which is both offensive and defensive, is changed to the upper section holding sword.

In the helmet, there was a roar of unwillingness mixed with sweat.

“Everything is all about it!!!”

The upper part of the attacks were pressing down like a tide.

Now, even students who can't understand the competition can understand the moves he uses.

The officials who watched the competition at the Kendo Department of Kitanchuan private colleges began to be excited.

"Oh—! It appeared, Nanajiang's 'Hanzawa strike!'"

"Hanzawa Naoki is not as powerful as Nanajiang."

"Nana Jiang, I love you!"

"Nana Jiang looks so cute when she swung her sword!"

Of course, this is a men's kendo team competition.

When Nana Nagasawa heard the voice of his Kendo Department, the blue veins pounded wildly, and the more angry he felt.

Bastard! Let’s train you guys who are making fun of each other when you return to school.

Everyone, run around Shinjuku District for 10 laps!

"Nana Jiang?"

Uesugi, who was facing the sword technique of greetings, tilted his head slightly, but he didn't expect that this opponent with good swordsmanship in front of him had such a feminine nickname.

A little cute.

Then a stinging hand stinged him to death.

Three referees off the field raised the flags at the same time: "Effectively breaking!"

There was a wailing sound off the court.

"Nana Jiang! No! You can't admit defeat!"

"Nana Jiang!"

"Don't stop! Nana Jiang!"

Nana Nagasawa turned around and cursed: "Get out!"

"The name Nana is quite cute."

Afterwards, Uesugi Nagasawa Nana, who was exhausted, made two more stabs with the same force, winning three games, winning this game without any suspense.

Students from the Kendo Department of Kitagawa private university immediately left the venue.

"Didn't our Beichuan stop here?"

"Damn it, why did Nana Jiang lose to that guy!"

Nana Nagasawa: "Shut up!"

On the other side.

Hanamaru Hanabu, who had been waiting outside the field, approached the helmet he had just picked, and Uesuma was sweating heavily and carefully handed out the thermos cup.

"Zhaojun...this is herbal tea, with ice cubes inside."

Uesugi Tho held the cold cup in his hand, and the sound of ice cubes hitting the wall of the metal cup sounded inside.

“Prepare in the morning?”

"Yeah..." Hanaman Hanabu looked at his Mingrun eyes, looking at him with a sense of consciousness.

"It's very considerate." Uesuma Dori smiled.

"The fireworks can only do these..."

"It's enough for me," Uesugi Doo looked at her two little hands folded on the hem of her skirt. "Do you know, I never expected these things in my previous life."

"Can Zhaojun remember the past life?"

"Remember."

"What kind of person did Mr. Zhao be like in his previous life?"

"The social animal who works every day is a rental house for one person when he goes home every day."

"That would be very tiring."

"I'm tired in physical condition and mental condition, and I can't find the direction of life."

Yuzuki Hanamaru dressed up as a college student came over.

"It's a good fight."

"It's okay." Uesugi said.

"Uncle Yuyue..." Hanamara Hanabu shouted politely.

Hanamaru Yuzuki smiled and patted her little niece's head:

"Yeah, it seems that Xiao Huahuo has grown a lot more beautiful recently. Is the pocket money given by my second brother enough? If not enough, my uncle will give it to you."

"Enough..." Hanamaru Hanabu, who doesn't like being patted, hurriedly hid behind Uesugi.

"Same as when I was a child." Hanamaru Yuzuki shook his head with a smile, "Do you like Xiaozhao so much?"
To be continued...