Chapter 10: Mysterious beautiful swordswoman

Chapter 10: Mysterious beautiful swordswoman

Basketball club.

What! The dunk broke the backboard!

Baseball club.

Cant measure the speed?! Thats outrageous! Isnt the machine broken?

Judo club.

Wow! Its like dealing with a wooden pole!

Tennis club.

Theres a ball mark on the bottom of the court!

As I toured the athletic club, which was in the process of experience training for freshmen, there were now only few places to go.

Ichijo Academy was mainly attended by the rich, so the number of sports clubs was quite high for the academics, but the bottom was revealed on the third day.

Yay! Three bingos!

Kishimoto, who wiped a part of the sports club bingo drawn on the clubs promotional booklet with a marker, cheered with joy.

I asked after looking at the figure from afar.

Rika, how many sports club are left?

Huh? Wait a minute.

In the booklet she showed me, the athletics, swimming, and kendo clubs were not yet drawn.

Honestly, there was no need to break the seal at this point.

Because my physical ability was weirdly strong.

I thought maybe the funny character correction worked better.

Thats why most of the muscular male characters in love comedy are in charge of humor.

I did things that I couldnt do with common sense, and in some cases, even if I was hit by a running car or if a helicopter crashed, I would be an immortal who survived in flames.

If my body was influenced by such a law, I could understand my current abnormal physical ability.

At this point, I thought I could slowly finish the experiences, so I decided to try the kendo club for the last one.

Aaaaah!!

Kim Yoo-sung showed up at the kendo club!!

Hurry up and call the kids who went to the swimming and athletic clubs!

For some reason, rumors seemed to spread throughout the school that I was at the dojo1A dojo is a studio or room in which martial arts are taught.

Actually, I was just experiencing it.

Unlike the thought that there would be few people because it was after school, there were quite a few students gathered at the kendo clubs dojo.

Then a microphone popped out of the crowd.

Kim Yoo-sung-kun, how do you feel now?

Ah, please do the interview through me, the manager.

At this point, Kishimoto turned in a completely enjoyable mode.

She was wearing black sunglasses that I didnt know where it came from.

While she was dealing with the newspaper student on my behalf, I faced the kendo manager who came to meet me at the front door.

Are you the famous Kim Yoo-sung?

Rubbing my neck in embarrassment., I replied.

I dont know if Im famous, but first of all, Im Kim Yoo-sung.

I heard youre experiencing things around the sports clubs. Theres already a lot of talk in the school.

A kendo manager with a neat pair of dark blue hair, Fuma Yukika, pointed at me with a bamboo sword in her hand and said,

But our kendo club wont go easy on you.

At her charismatic words, the crowd filling the dojo cheered.

Argh! I love you! Unnie2 Literal meaning: older sister Is also used to call: A female friend or a female sibling whos older than you (as a female)!

Shes one of the top 3 beauties at the academy. I cant believe shes not intimidated by that human weapon.

Youre as beautiful as ever today. And youre very broad-minded.

When she waved the bamboo sword and shouted so, Kim Yoo-sung hurriedly turned the angle while trying to block the waist with the bamboo sword.

Wrist!

This time, she pretended to aim for his wrist, but actually wielded the bamboo sword toward his head.

When she deliberately spoke and acted differently, Kim Yoo-sung responded half a beat late.

As expected, his movement are simple.

It was the movement of someone who had never learned proper skills.

Other sports may have been impressed with his overwhelming physicality, but it didnt work in a world of kendo where skills and speed are more important than weight and strength.

I should gently end it.

It should be avoided to use the techniques in such a place where there were so many peoples eyes, but it seemed all right if she didnt get caught.

She calmed her breath, pointing the bamboo sword at Kim Yoo-sung.

It was when she tried to use the slashing, one of the five virtues of the Fuma family, paying a slight tribute to her junior who followed her here without any skill.

Ill end it with the next attack.

Kim Yoo-sung, who had only been on the defensive side so far, suddenly said that and lifted the bamboo in his hand to the head height.

Just for that,

Fuma Yukika, a promising successor to the Ninja clan, felt for the first time in her life a threat for her life.

Die, die, die, die, die.

The appearance of Kim Yoo-sung, who had just been fine, became horrifyingly ferocious.

Its not that he never learned skills.

There was no reason to learn.

Was the lion called the king of beasts by training?

Kim Yoo-sung, was just located at the top of the food chain from the beginning.

Fuma Yukika didnt realize it until she was about to die.

Grandma! Im sorry!

If she hadnt come out to Tokyo stubbornly to revive the fallen clan,

If she hadnt said shed fight this man instead of the other members to fill her empty pride,

Maybe she wouldnt have lost?

Fuma Yukika, who instinctively hardened in front of the fear of death, felt for the first time in her life like a guillotine blade coming slowly closer.

And then when her neck was about to fall

Snap.

I won.

Fuma Yukika, who managed to save her life thanks to a sudden decrease in speed, collapsed on the floor of the kendo hall with her legs loosened.

Thank you for your hard work.

Looking at her back, Fuma Yukikas hakama4Hakama are a type of traditional Japanese clothing. was slightly damp.

***

Ah! You went around the sports clubs like that but still joined the board game club!

Looking at Kishimoto talking in vain, I said with an expression of absurdity.

Youre quite enjoying it, though.

Thats because its fun!

Haha, you two are always on good terms. Its your turn to pick a card. Ryusei.

I was playing Halli Galli with Satoru, who was originally a member of the board game club, so I listened to him and quietly put my hand on the deck of the card.

Ah ah.

I could feel it.

The breath of the card.

Draw! Banana card!

No matter what, I was also home in the board game club.