Chapter Nine, The Ono Ittō-ryū

Kitahara Hidetoshi gently patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Being stubborn never solves problems, Ishijima-kun!" This slight coldness and neglect is far less than one-tenth of the disdain he had previously received; in fact, he felt quite indifferent about it.

In school, they call me "senpai," and in the club, they call me "president"! Shikishima Ritsu's older sister strode into the dojo, her high ponytail tied with a white ribbon bouncing as she walked, exuding a vigorous aura. Her facial features closely resembled those of Shikishima Ritsu, with willow-shaped eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, and her thin red lips glistened with a moist sheen. However, while Shikishima Ritsu's similar features appeared somewhat feminine, her sister radiated a robust masculinity. Her skin tone was also darker than Shikishima Ritsu's, presenting a vibrant and healthy complexion.

Shidao Lyu was momentarily speechless

Fuze Dongmei did not want to confront the senior directly, so she simply closed her mouth, while Shidao Lyu was still very angry and shouted: "But..."

He was just about to speak, but unexpectedly, Shidao Lyu beside him stood up even faster and directly questioned in anger: "With your strength, you could win without using a thrust; why resort to such a dangerous move!"

However, in the face of the challenge, he did not argue that he had never been involved in the sport of kendo, and at present, he was merely a frail scholar, finding even the act of killing a chicken somewhat strenuous. He simply rose slowly and gazed directly into Fuzawa Fuyumi's eyes

She quickly walked up, glanced around at the crowd, then grabbed Ueda Yuma, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, took a look at him and casually tossed him aside, saying: "It's not a serious injury, he's fine!" She then turned her cold gaze towards Taisho Bori.

This cannot be considered an insult; at most, it is merely disdain! Hidetaka Kitahara looked at Fuzawa Fuyumi, that little carrot head, and laughed. His plan was to stay at Daifuku Private Academy for three years, then apply to a top university in Asia. It would be fine to attend Harvard, MIT, or Stanford, to learn some real skills, expand his network, and then return to his home country. Therefore, he could not avoid the hostile Fuzawa Fuyumi—despite not being in the same class, there were still many opportunities to encounter each other in certain courses, such as tennis, kendo, swimming, and home economics.

Shidao Ye waved his hand, signaling a few people to follow him to the office, and while walking, he asked: "No need to be polite! Fukuzawa, have you been learning swordsmanship at the dojo outside?"

"Good!" Shima's sister clapped in praise and bowed in return, "I am Shima Yo, a third-year student and the captain of the Kendo club. I look forward to your guidance in the future!"

"No, senior." Fukuzawa Fuyumi is not the type to act recklessly; she is well-versed in the ways of survival in school, showing great respect to her seniors, answering every question, and being exceptionally obedient

How did the high school change its mind

Moreover, he does not like being targeted by others, even if the other party is a girl... He is somewhat angry

I wish to enroll in Nagoya University. I saw on a television program about higher education guidance that Nagoya University tends to favor students with experience in kendo clubs, believing that students who have achieved success in kendo possess strong self-confidence, a vigorous fighting spirit, and a proactive attitude, while also being able to withstand greater pressure and not easily breaking down in competition. Therefore, I plan to join the kendo club to enrich my student resume. Fukuzawa Fuyumi speaks frankly and candidly, which seems to make Shikishima Yo appreciate her even more.

Fuze Dongmei was unwilling; she was not an unreasonable person. This Shidao Lu had not offended her, and she disdainfully said: "I am not interested in fighting with you, Xiaobai... If Kitahara-san is too afraid, then so be it. Bullying the weak is not my style"

I am Fukuzawa Fuyumi, a first-year student. I look forward to your guidance in the future, Minister

Just now, the dignified Taisho Hori had his tail tucked between his legs, and hurriedly leaned in to summarize the key points of what had happened. Shikishima Ritsu's sister immediately turned her gaze towards Fukuzawa Fuyumi, who had already removed her mask and was calmly facing them with her chin raised.

Fuze Dongmei is short and has short arms, and due to her weight limitations, her innate strength is certainly less. The strength she possesses today is undoubtedly the result of more effort and sweat than an average person would exert.

His eyes were actually a bit red, which left Fukuzawa Fuyumi momentarily stunned, but she quickly retorted, "Then why did he choose the thrusting technique? Those who insult others are often insulted themselves; he is bringing shame upon himself! And what's wrong with thrusting? I have endured countless thrusts throughout my life; is there a rule in the swordsmanship that forbids thrusting? Is it my fault that he is so weak? How can someone so weak still look down on others? Where does he get such confidence? I have only two words for him—he deserves it!"

If Fukuzawa Fuyumi provokes again, even if we cannot win, we must still fight

He has reviewed the class schedule. Many of the non-mandatory courses arranged by the Ministry of Education in science require a sufficient number of students. For example, in Class B, with thirty students, half male and half female, how can they practice a match with only fifteen players? It is not feasible to have mixed-gender matches, right? Additionally, some courses require professional coaches, and it is not possible to teach one class at a time, so most of these types of classes are large classes

He is not foolish; after hearing a few words, he realized that Fuze Dongmei and these three individuals were at odds. The so-called tests and practice matches are merely excuses for this group to engage in legitimate brawling

Her small mouth was like a machine gun, "pa pa" firing wildly, instantly rendering Shidao Lyu speechless, who could only clench his fist in anger and say: "Alright, alright! Deserved it? Ah... deserved it? Then I will fight you!"

She was quite assertive, but her words sounded like an insult to Shidao. Not only was her face flushed, but even her neck turned red with anger. She turned around to head to the changing room to put on her protective gear. However, at that moment, after the inspection of Uchida Yuma was completed, Daisho Bori suddenly erupted: "Enough, this is a kendo dojo, where we hold the sword with respect, not a place for you to settle personal grievances."

But this kind of insult ... ...

Uchida Yuma exclaimed, "How can that be? If you leave now, your sister will definitely come looking for trouble. Ah, no... she is now in the same school as us, and she is still a senior. She might end up causing trouble for the three of us..."

One cannot avoid it for sure, so one can only face the difficulties head-on, and moreover

Shidao Ye turned back and glared at him, displeased, and said: "I told you to call me 'senpai' at school, don't you have ears?" After saying this, she turned back again and resumed her conversation with Fukuzawa Fuyumi

The two individuals gazed at each other for a brief moment, and Shima Ritsu's sister's gaze gradually shifted to one of admiration as she softly said, "Have you endured a lot of hardships?"

Fuze Dongmei replied from behind, "It is a family heirloom"

Ancient Swordsmanship

The other party first expressed goodwill, and Fukuzawa Fuyumi lowered her head and said: "This is precisely the purpose of practicing swordsmanship, to strengthen the body and refine the spirit! Senior, I do not feel that I am suffering!"

Shidao Liyu paused for a moment, then shouted angrily: "Sister!"

His childhood experiences taught him that one must never respond weakly to unwarranted provocations. The saying goes, "Good people are easily bullied, and gentle horses are easily ridden." If one shows weakness once, it will lead to endless troubles. In such cases, it is better to fight back; even if it means taking a beating, one should at least bite back at the opponent to increase the cost of their gratification.

Kitahara Hidetoshi recalled Fukuzawa Fuyumi's fierce roar, reminiscent of a little tiger, and the rapid, explosive assault that struck like a meteor falling to the ground, feeling quite shaken. There is hardly a man who does not yearn for strength, and he is no exception. One must possess strength; violence plays an important role at every stage of life. Only those who dare to fight have the confidence to speak loudly

Kitahara Shuji gazed at Fukuzawa Fuyumi, but through the mask, he could only see her bright eyes through the gaps. He still couldn't understand where he had offended this little brat; it seemed to be related to the entrance exam scores, but he wasn't the only one, there was someone above him. Even if trouble were to be sought, it shouldn't have been directed at him first.

What happened? A loud shout came from the entrance, "Why are you all gathered there without practicing? Don't you know what it means to be ashamed and then strive for improvement? Wasn't the last county competition loss enough of a humiliation?"

It is the external transmission of the Shinto Muso-ryu.

Shidao's face turned pale, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Beiyuan Jun, Xiongma, let us leave; we will not enter this Sword Dao Department."

A few members who had gathered to watch the excitement dispersed in a rush, heading off to practice on their own. Meanwhile, Shidao Lu's face instantly changed from red to pale as he turned around and said: "Sister, you... you have returned"

"Is it true? It leans towards practical combat, not bad... Last year, I paid attention to the strong competitors in the middle school competitions, but I haven't heard your name. Did you not participate in any competitions during middle school?"

Two girls, one tall and one short, were walking and chatting. Fukuzawa Fuyumi turned her head back for a moment, smiled proudly, and secretly made a face. This instantly turned Shikishima Ritsu's face pale, while Uchida Yuma, who was being supported, hung his head in dejection, and Kitahara Shuji remained silent. Those with strength tend to gain respect more easily; this is the same everywhere in the world.

Perhaps one should learn some fighting skills, as they may prove useful in the future