The school's kendo club is located on the right side of the teaching building in the indoor hall used for sports activities.

This place was originally occupied by the basketball department all year round. If other sports departments want to apply to practice in the hall, in addition to submitting a written application, they must also obtain the consent of the basketball department instructor. Therefore, the indoor hall is also known as basketball.

room.

Such a name naturally contains an ironic meaning. However, the members of the basketball club readily accepted the name, feeling that it was appropriate and weighty, and it just confirmed the right to use this indoor gym.

In rural areas like Kagoshima, students are not interested in painting, singing, and sports. Even if the school strongly calls for it, most students will go home after a few days of club experience, not to mention the number of new students enrolled in the school every year.

It’s not that high. Most societies have problems even maintaining their own existence.

The only exception is the basketball club, which has high funding for club activities, complete hardware facilities, and training venues that are readily available.

Naturally, there were protests from other clubs, but the achievements of the basketball club were obvious to all. They were shortlisted for the Tokyo Youth Basketball Competition finals for two consecutive years, and one-tenth of the new students who entered the school came for the basketball club.

It's a pity that with the graduation of the members who participated in the finals, the glory of the basketball club became the glory of the past. In the end, it was even abolished due to the insufficient number of members of the club. In the end, the rights to use the venue became cheaper for the kendo club...

"So where did you hear that?" Dayuan couldn't help but wonder. As a story, it has a sense of sadness that a hero is dying, but the authenticity needs to be confirmed.

The friend next to him pushed up the black-framed eyes on the bridge of his nose. Under the sunlight, the mirror reflected a fleeting light, "...Of course I heard it from hearsay."

I think so. She couldn't help but complain in her heart.

I originally planned to give my friend a lift, but ended up being forced to listen to her tirade at the door of the kendo club.

"So you want to join the club?" Dayuan asked softly.

"Of course," the friend rubbed his fingers, paused, then tried again, and finally coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment, "Ahem, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Dayuan guessed that the other party wanted to snap his fingers.

"Are you sure you weren't influenced by the kendo-themed comics you read this morning?"

"……uncertain."

The two stood in front of the door speechless for a while, and time passed by so meaninglessly.

"...Can I go back?" Dayuan asked tentatively as if turning around to leave.

As a result, I was grabbed by my friend.

"...Momo."

As if anticipating what would happen next, Dayuan looked at his friend with a sad face and looked at his friend in embarrassment. His pleading tone did not move the girl named Momo at all.

She pulled Dayuan along, strode forward, and boldly pushed open the wooden door of the Kendo Club.

The members practicing in the gym were startled by the sudden intruder and looked towards the door, with the bamboo swords in their hands still raised high above their heads.

Being watched by many eyes, Dayuan subconsciously tensed up, his bloodline became stagnant, his flow slowed down, his head buzzed, as if he had been hit on the back of the head with a wooden stick, and he fell into blank chaos for a while.

"Don't be stunned! Keep going!"

The next moment, a loud and high-pitched voice dispersed the chaos, and she gained some control over her body and consciousness.

"Wow." Momo sighed.

The speaker was a woman wearing a red sportswear. Her long hair was neatly tied back. Her sharp eyes reminded Dayuan of a lone wolf running in the wilderness. She put her hands on the bamboo knife standing on the floor and watched the training in front of her.

The students are like generals looking at a battle that is about to be won. They seem to be coaches.

(ex){}&/A wrong invitation turned into a wrong confrontation, but Arai could at least end this mistake in the right way.

However--

The bamboo knife split the air smoothly, and the unexpected smoothness made people stunned. The tip of the knife fell gently on the floor along with the inertia, and bounced on the floor with the force of the collision.

"Eh?"

Failed?

The reality was slightly different from the scene rehearsed in the mind, and the consciousness stagnated for a moment. When he raised his head, he found the girl slumped on the ground, and the bamboo knife was hitting her in the gap between her legs.

"Taozi! Are you okay?"

It wasn't until the girl's friend rushed over that she came to her senses and knelt down to check on the girl.

Fortunately, there weren't any scratches, I just hit my tailbone while sitting on the ground.

At this moment, the girl changed her armor, and with the help of her friend, she rubbed her butt with wet eyes.

Afterwards, the two said goodbye and left.

"That kid is very talented."

Just as he was watching the two people's retreating figures, the coach beside him suddenly said.

"...Is it a coincidence?"

"I saw that the moment you moved your steps, the child took a step back. The two happened almost at the same time, although he immediately fell down because his feet were weak." At this point, the coach paused and continued, "Of course I

This is not the talent you are referring to."

"...?" Arai looked at the coach doubtfully.

"Didn't you notice? Even if the child fell to the ground, the bamboo knife in his hand was facing you."

"She... doesn't seem to like kendo very much." Arai said hesitantly.

"I can see it, but she has more than just the talent to learn kendo," the coach said with a stern look. "Once that child finds something she wants to do, she will definitely devote herself to it - I'm talking about this kind of talent.

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Occasionally, Dayuan would think about how his own personality could make him good friends with Mo Mo. One was weak, timid, easy to get nervous, and the other was cheerful, straightforward, and full of action.

The two of them had even conspired (with Mo Mo taking the initiative) to go to Tokyo. Of course, Mo Mo's brother went with him.

It was still class time that day, and for the first time in my life, I excused myself from class because I felt uncomfortable. I was so nervous that I forgot to change out of my indoor shoes.

Originally, I was attending a meeting in Nogizaka, but Momo's unreliable brother misremembered the time, and the meeting was already over when I went there. Fortunately, I found out about the members' schools on the official website, and I was originally going to try my luck, but I didn't expect it.

We really met. I have to thank Mo Mo and her brother for covering her up, otherwise the guard would have blocked her from entering the school.

Of course, the secret was revealed when I came back, the school notified the parents, and they were reprimanded for a long time.

It can be regarded as a wonderful experience. After all, with Dayuan's character, he may never take such drastic actions in his life.

Mo Mo helped Dayuan out of the school gate. The injury was not serious. Although there was still a slight pain in the tail vertebra, it was not to the extent that he could not walk on his own.

"...I told you that Taozi can't do it."

I still have some complaints in my heart, but fortunately I am not the type with a small belly and chicken intestines.
Chapter completed!