Show Sasaki Ittoryu

Kazuya didn't care. The books were given by him so it was okay to show them to him. He smiled and said: "Then please give me some advice."

Naotaka was not modest, "If we just talk about Sasaki Ittoryu, I do have a lot of experience. I will tell you everything if you are interested."

As he spoke, his eyes moved around his daughters, but he couldn't choose a suitable opponent for Kazuya. His body was basically disabled and could only have the power of one blow at most, so he couldn't take action himself. It seems that the only choice was to choose the second daughter, but the her strength is comparable to Kazuya. When the two were fighting with all their strength, it seems inappropriate to show off the skills he had just learned.

But he really wanted to see the difference between geniuses and ordinary people, so he hesitated and ordered Haruna: "Haruna, you come to be Matsuoka's foil."

Haruna was happy to be chosen, but as soon as she heard about the foil, she immediately complained: "Ah, you want me to be a target?" Of course she was not happy for that her father asked her to only defend and not attack to cooperate with Kazuya's techniques. What she hopes is to have a good fight with Kazuya, "I don't want to do it. I want to have a fair fight with him and blood will be spilled!"

Kazuya pretended that he didn't hear Haruna's nonsense. Just listen to the meaning of what this idiot said and there was no need to correct the words. But it doesn't matter to him whether Haruna is a foil or not. He is very proficient in using Sasaki Ittoryu, so what? He could shamelessly say that he had a super strong learning ability and a peerless talent in swordsmanship. People can't label him as an alien and have him scientifically dissected just for this kind of thing.

He was about to tell Naotaka not to be polite and let that silly girl go all out, but Haruka next to him suddenly spoke up firmly: "Dad, please let me be his opponent!"

Naotaka glanced at Haruka and said helplessly: "Let your sister do it!"

Haruka said softly but firmly: "I have been practicing our family's technique for almost ten years. Am I not worthy of being his opponent?"

She didn't want to take advantage of others. She just wanted to face Kazuya again to see if she could dispel the haze in her heart and regain the sword heart. She tightened the sword in her hand and asked Kazuya: "This is not a competition, there is no winner or loser. Can you allow me to be your opponent?"

Kazuya didn't care about who the opponent was. He just planned to show off his skills. He looked at Naotaka to see what he meant. Naotaka pondered and then smiled helplessly at Kazuya: "Matsuoka, go change your clothes and protective gear. You can use mine."

Kazuya agreed and went straight to the dressing room. Naotaka turned around and wanted to tell her eldest daughter a few more words not to let her act recklessly, but found that she had already gone to her own business. She knelt down in the middle of the field, kept her waist straight, closed her eyes and stayed still.

Haruna didn't feel that her sister had snatched her opponent. She just waved her hand and complained: "Dad, please drink less! The taste is so strong. Don't you feel dizzy after drinking so much?"

Naotaka led her to sit down, "There is nothing I can do if I don't drink, but I have indeed drank too much in the past few days."

Haruna said bluntly: "Be careful. I think you are not far away from drinking until you become a fool."

Naotaka didn't listen at all. He took out the flask and took another sip. "I know!" He was quite gentle to his daughters now. He is probably really old, especially his mentality is old.

Akiho led Totaro to sit down on one side, and also put him in a straight seat to show respect for players, while Chika and Ayaka, the two unlucky ones, were crowded in a corner of the dojo, covering their buttocks. They stared at Haruka who was resting with her eyes closed in the field and were ready to cheer Kazuya on later in order to take indirect revenge.

It took a long time for Kazuya to come out. Although he could be said to be very good at swordsmanship, he had no experience wearing protective gear. He was sweating profusely in the locker room. No matter how thoughtful Naotaka is, he never thought that a man good at swordmanship didn't know how to wear protective gears. Seeing him came out late, he thought he was hiding in the locker room to rest.

Kazuya stood in the field and said to Haruka Haruka: "Please start, Sakura!"

Haruka opened her eyes and with a flash of starlight. She took a serious look at Kazuya, put on a headscarf, put on a visor, slowly stood up with the sword and bowed solemnly: "Please give me some advice, Matsuoka!"

Her attitude has changed. The opponent she has to fight today is not Kazuya, but the haze of failure in her own heart and the pair of cold eyes that Kazuya left in her heart. She wants to get the sword heart back, which means she has the courage to face Kazuya again with a sword in hand!

This was not a competition, so no one was giving orders. Kazuya performed the middle stance of Sasaki Ittoryu. The sword is relatively closer to the body and the tip of the sword is lower than other styles, making it appear quite restrained. He waited for Haruka, but she didn't take the initiative to attack. Instead, she closed her eyes and took a big breath of air.

Haruka was currently defenseless, but Kazuya was not a graceless person. He didn't think of going up to hit her straightly, but just maintained the structure and waited patiently.

Haruka remained motionless, closing his eyes and meditating for a full five minutes. She bowed to Kazuya again and saluted, indicating that it was time to start. Then she suddenly jumped back in small steps, distanced himself, and knelt down on the edge of the field. She put the sword at her waist, hold the sword handle lightly with her little hand and lower her head.

Haruna looked on and was surprised, "Ali? Why did sister use Iai to start? Why did she show weakness like this?"

It is said that a sword is like a person. Haruna's style tends to overwhelm her opponents with fast and violent consecutive slashes. You can say that she is brainless, but you also have to admit that she is really powerful.

Iai, also known as the art of drawing swords, is generally used to guard against sneak attacks. It requires choping immediately after drawing. But when it is actively performed, it is more like being on full alert. From Haruna's point of view, this kind of technique at the beginning is too weak and has no offensive spirit. She didn't like it.

However, Naotaka was more experienced than her, so he pinched his chin and didn't think so. He took another sip of wine and squinted his eyes to observe his eldest daughter carefully, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He felt that she suddenly seemed stranger. She seemed to be trying to overcome the timidity in her heart. She chose Iai to ensure that she would be safe without being defeated by one blow.

What happened between them at school? Did that competition frustrate her to this extent? Has her temper even changed? His initial judgment was wrong. It seems that the reason was not only that the eldest daughter can't afford to lose?

Naotaka paid more attention to the field, while Kazuya was uncomfortable. Apart from last-minute blows, he had never seen someone knelt down on the ground at the beginning of a battle.

He slowly approached, but Haruka just knelt there like a stone sculpture. She didn't even look at Kazuya.

Kazuya hesitated and didn't activate the skill [Anticipation]. He had a great advantage over Haruka and thought that it was not worth enduring the pain of his head exploding, so he just slid and rushed forward, stabbing her head and face with his sword. He was as fast as lightning, but when he got in front of Haruka, he stopped without any warning. He tried to use the illusion caused by the sudden change in speed to trick her sword drawing.

Only the first attack of Iai is the most powerful. As soon as the sword is released, oneself will kneel on the ground and have difficulty moving, almost like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But to his surprise, the irritable radish who was usually like a barrel of dynamite, no, usually like a self-destructed superman, was extra calm this time. Faced with his feint, she didn't even move her little finger.