Chapter 12 The Girl Holding a Bamboo Sword

Joining a club is almost a must for high school students. At first, Koji Shimizu was mostly interested in it, and part of it was also due to school regulations.

Classes are boring but can kill time. With the multi-core processor brain brought by the powerful soul, these subjects are almost understood by Koji Shimizu at a glance.

It can be said that he is a genius, but he has no interest in those things, or in other words, there is nothing that makes him particularly interested.

It was not yet four o'clock before school was over, and the sun was even a little hot. I stayed in the classroom for a while, planned what to do next, and then simply packed up my things, picked up my handbag, and walked out of the classroom as usual, heading to the gymnasium where the kendo club was located.

However, there seemed to be some unexpected situation in the kendo club today. As soon as Koji Shimizu went downstairs, he came to meet, no, ran to two seniors from the kendo club.

As soon as they saw him, their eyes lit up.

"Shimizu!"

"Shimizu!"

The two people were a little unfamiliar to Koji Shimizu.

Except for the head coach Naoto Nohara who challenged him several times, the others were unfamiliar to him, but he still remembered that they were from the Kendo Club, and even remembered their names.

"Tanaka, and Sasaki, what's up? I was planning to go over there."

Tanaka Shota took a breath, and when he heard what Shimizu Koji said, he was overjoyed and said, "That's great!"

Sasaki Nao wiped the sweat from his forehead and relaxed.

Shimizu Koji also had a precedent of not participating in activities, and no one cared much in the past, but today, Shimizu Koji set off twenty minutes late, and they were a little anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Tanaka Shota and Sasaki Nao naturally would not put on any seniors in front of Shimizu Koji, and they explained today's emergency situation to Shimizu Koji in two or three sentences.

"You mean, there's a girl coming to challenge the club?"

Kouji Shimizu's tone was a little unconfident. He didn't like to talk too much, but at this moment, he was full of doubts and confusion.

What's the situation? Forget about the girl. They are just a high school kendo club. They don't have a club.

"Why?"

Kouji Shimizu asked the two people in confusion, but seeing the two shaking their heads and anxious looks, he didn't say anything more. He picked up his bag and followed them to the kendo club.

Teitan High School, Kendo Club.

Although Teitan High School is not as good as many private high schools, the various conditions in the school are definitely among the best, and many celebrities have graduated from the past, so only chaebol daughters like Sonoko will come here to study.

The facilities of the kendo club are naturally not bad. A spacious indoor venue is specially allocated in the gymnasium as the venue for their club activities.

At this moment, in the center of the smooth wooden floor in the Kendo Club's venue, a girl with short curly hair and a black school uniform stood alone with a wooden sword in her arms.

Around, many members of the Teitan Kendo Club, whether they were third-year or second-year students, or even male high school students who were a head taller than the girl, were huddled around and kept silent.

"If your club is only this level, you should not go to the Kanto Tournament next month to humiliate yourself."

When Shimizu Koji, Tanaka, and Sasaki pushed open the door and walked in, the cold and arrogant girl spoke calmly to the people around her.

She had a pretty face, but a cold expression, with some pride between her eyebrows, and a hint of impatience. She glanced at the members of the Teitan Kendo Club, and there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in her.

"You passed the county competition by chance and got the ticket to the Kanto competition, but that's all. I don't think you have the level to challenge the Kanto competition."

At the end, the girl glanced coldly at Nohara Naoto, the head of the Teitan Kendo Club.

At this time, Nohara Naoto had a big sweat on his face, and he was surrounded and cared for by two kendo members, holding his left arm.

Seeing that this inexplicably challenged woman seemed to be planning to leave directly, Nohara Naoto reluctantly pushed the two people beside him away and stood up from his seat.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

At the right time, Shimizu Koji put his handbag on the audience seat, picked up his wooden sword from the sword rack, and walked to Nohara Naoto's side, "I'm a little late."

Although he didn't care much about the life and death of this kendo club, Shimizu Koji still had some good feelings for Nohara Naoto, a senior who was defeated repeatedly but never discouraged or jealous of others.

Besides, slapping someone in the face, what kind of plot is this from a third-rate comic? He is not a clay statue that has no temper even when provoked by others.

"Koji! You are finally here!" Naoto Nohara, who originally called the girl, turned around and looked over immediately after hearing the voice. He could not help but get excited until he saw Shimizu Koji's appearance with his own eyes.

This is their only and last card and hope. The reason why they have been deadlocked until now is to wait for Shimizu Koji to come.

He was very afraid that Shimizu Koji would sneak back home again today, but fortunately, he finally came, and the stone in his heart was put down all of a sudden, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The girl who was originally planning to turn around and leave also turned her head at this time, and her cold eyes followed Naoto Nohara's line of sight and stared directly at Shimizu Koji.

The delicate sword eyebrows frowned, and his eyes were slightly curious, but the disappointment was also somewhat undisguised.

"Koji, I leave it to you." Nohara Naoto excitedly patted Shimizu Koji's shoulders twice, and he didn't care about his sudden close address to Shimizu Koji, but, is that all?

He glanced at Nohara Naoto who sat back down, and was a little speechless for the first time.

Why did he suddenly feel like a pure thug.

"You are not a student of our school."

Shimizu Koji was too lazy to change into a heavy training suit. He was actually too lazy to wear it when he practiced by himself. However, the other party looked like a pure and beautiful girl. Was she the same as him?

Shimizu Koji glanced at the pair of slender but well-proportioned long legs wearing a pair of white knee-high socks under the black pleated skirt.

The other party naturally noticed Shimizu Koji's gaze. The girl was a little angry and did not respond to Shimizu Koji's words.

Taking out the bamboo sword from her bosom, the girl swung her hand and made a very beautiful sword flower that is rarely seen in a kendo competition, and then pointed the sword directly at Shimizu Koji on the opposite side.

Listening to the sound of the bamboo sword in the girl's hand breaking through the air, Shimizu Koji's eyes condensed slightly and he became serious. No matter what, the opponent is probably also real, and perhaps, even has unscientific kendo skills like him.

Shimizu Koji never underestimates the enemy.

Two young men and women in school uniforms took their positions, and the atmosphere in the venue instantly stagnated.

The degree of being able to hear a pin drop is a bit exaggerated, but the audience can only hear each other's breathing.

Don't pay too much attention to bamboo swords and bamboo swords, just treat them as the same thing, I am used to whichever one is more comfortable.