A cry like that of an ape’s Qi Union.
The opponent stepped forward, and the bamboo sword came crashing down in front of him, driving a gust of wind through the air.
A skillful two-part combo strike.
Uesugi Sakura, wearing a kendo helmet, remained unfazed, stepped back, and casually blocked it with precision.
Even though the opponent was the general of the school team, Uesugi couldn’t muster any enthusiasm and even felt like yawning.
Whether the opponent attacked the body or the face, he could perfectly thwart all his attempts.
It’s partly thanks to my father-in-law’s strict teachings.
We lost two out of the four previous matches.
The outcome of this district kendo exchange match was naturally left in Uesugi’s hands.
Of course, for him, there was no suspense.
Because even with all his strength, his opponent couldn’t break through Uesugi Sakura’s defense.
Truly, Nagasawa Nana, who had been practicing kendo since age 12 and was the captain of the Kitagawa Private High School kendo department, had never seen someone this tough.
Almost as soon as he swung, Uesugi would immediately meet the sword and defend.
Every dead angle was imperviously guarded by him, pre-empting even the pre-emptive.
You must be cheating!!
In Nagasawa Nana’s kendo helmet, veins were popping, and his face was dripping with sweat and aggression.
A long-drawn-out, imposing Qi Union.
With a snap, amid the quivering sound of bamboo swords clashing in the turbulent air, his attack was still blocked.
Is there no end to this!!!
Footsteps twisted, he pivoted to strike with all his might.
The fierce swing of the sword drew attention from the students watching the match.
But to Uesugi, this was a soft and feeble attack.
Not even close to the Jigen Style swordsmanship of Hanamaru Hiroki’s Seventh Rank strength.
His father-in-law’s attacks he could take, let alone this kind?
His attack got blocked again...
Nagasawa Nana gave up.
He realized that none of the skills he had learned had any effect on this man.
Any, any attack would be nonchalantly parried by him!
A step forward, changing from mid-stage to the upper-stage grip, balanced between offense and defense.
Inside the helmet came a sweaty, resentful roar.
"Face face face face face face face!!!!"
A series of upper-stage ferocious attacks crashed down like a tidal wave.
Now, even students who didn’t understand the match could see the move he used.
And the members of the Kitagawa Private High School kendo department watching the match were starting to get excited.
"Oh——! It’s here it’s here, Nana-chan’s ’Banze Strike!’"
"Not even Hanzawa Naoki is as awesome as Nana-chan."
"Nana-chan, I love you!"
"Nana-chan looks so cute wielding the sword!"
Of course, this was a men’s kendo team match.
Nagasawa Nana, hearing his own kendo department members, felt veins popping and grew even angrier.
Damn it! I’ll make sure to properly train you rascals who’re making such a racket back at school.
All of you, run 10 laps around Shinjuku District!
Faced with the Greeting Swordsmanship, Uesugi Sakura slightly tilted his head, surprised that this capable opponent had such a feminine nickname.
Then he subdued him with an All-Hand Thrust.
The three referees outside the field all raised their flags simultaneously: "Effective thrust hit!"
The audience erupted in wails.
"Nana-chan! No! You can’t give up yet!"
"Don’t stop! Nana-chan!"
Nagasawa Nana turned around and shouted angrily: "Get lost!"
"The name Nana is quite cute."
Afterward, Uesugi Sakura executed two more identical thrusts on the exhausted Nagasawa Nana, scoring three points and winning this unsurprising match.
The students from Kitagawa Private High School kendo department soon left the venue.
"Is Kitagawa really going to stop here?"
"Damn it, why did Nana-chan lose to that guy!"
Nagasawa Nana: "Shut up!"
Hanamaru Hanabi, who had been waiting outside the field the whole time, cautiously handed a thermos to the sweating and freshly helmet-removed Uesugi Sakura.
"Sakura-kun... This is iced tea with ice cubes in it."
Uesugi Sakura took the cool cup in his hand, hearing the ice clinking against the metal cup wall.
"Prepared in the morning?"
"Hmm..." Hanamaru Hanabi looked into his clear, bright eyes.
"So thoughtful," Uesugi Sakura smiled.
"Hanabi can only do these little things..."
"For me, it’s enough," Uesugi Sakura looked at her hands folded on her skirt, "You know, I never hoped for these things in a previous life."
"Sakura-kun can remember things from a previous life?"
"What kind of person was Sakura-kun in a previous life then?"
"A corporate slave working every day, coming home to a single rented room every night."
"That must have been tiring."
"Physically tired, mentally exhausted, unable to find the direction in life."
Hanamaru Yugetsu, dressed like a college student, walked over.
"Not bad," Uesugi Sakura said.
"Uncle Yugetsu..." Hanamaru Hanabi politely greeted.
Hanamaru Yugetsu smiled and patted his little niece’s head:
"Hmm, looks like little Hanabi has grown even more beautiful lately. Is the allowance from your brother enough? If not, Uncle will give you some."
"It’s enough..." Hanamaru Hanabi, who disliked being patted on the head, quickly hid behind Uesugi Sakura.
"Just like when you were little." Hanamaru Yugetsu shook his head with a smile, "Do you like little Sakura so much?"
Of course, this was a question Hanamaru Hanabi wouldn’t answer.
Staring at his uncle’s face, Uesugi Sakura felt increasingly peculiar.
He said she liked Hanamaru Shinetsu’s mother, Hanamaru Yuzuki.
And Hanamaru Yuzuki was Hanabi’s aunt, Hanamaru Hiroki’s younger sister.
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