"Should I call you Miss Honma or continue to call you Miss Kawanishi?" Facing the surprised look at Miho Honma, Li Xuehao smiled slightly, and directly revealed her identity.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you. Honma Miho was slightly stunned, but quickly returned to normal, "Both names are me, you can call whatever you like." ”

"Honma?" Sawai's green eyes, who heard this surname, flashed slightly, "Who are you from the Honma Sword Saint?"

"That's my grandfather. Honma Miho naturally admitted, and there was no pride or anything like that in her words, it seemed extremely ordinary, like eating and drinking.

"Make an appointment. Midori Sawai said suddenly.

"What?" said Honma, who frowned, not understanding what she meant.

"Let's talk about it sometime. Sawai Midori said, although he said that he wanted to learn from it before, he didn't take it very seriously, but now he probably heard that she was the granddaughter of the Sword Master, so he was interested.

"Oh, are you serious?" Miho Honma looked at her, thinking of the inexplicable danger she had felt before, and she also began to get excited, "I have time in the afternoon, what do you think?"

"Yes. Midori Sawai agreed.

"The location is yours. Miho Honma said.

Midori Sawai barely hesitated: "I've wanted to go to the world's first dojo for a long time. ”

"Hmm. Knowing the meaning of her words, Miho Honma nodded, and the location was agreed, "Then I'll go first, looking forward to your arrival." ”

Seeing the young and beautiful Miho Honma walk away and disappear in the crowd, Yuko Sawai pulled someone's arm: "Brother Koji, this woman is not a good person at first glance, don't look for her to be your lover." ”

"Did I say I wanted to be her lover?" Li Xuehao glared at her angrily, "If you still want new clothes, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Uh-huh. Yuko Sawai covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly, indicating that she was no longer talking nonsense.

Li Xuehao looked at Sawai Midori on the side again: "Little Green, she is just an ordinary person, are you also interested in challenging it?"

"The granddaughter of the Sword Saint is also a disciple of the Sword Saint, I would love to try it. "Don't worry, I won't use anything other than kendo, it won't be interesting then." ”

It's just a simple martial arts, Li Xuehao probably understands the intentions of Sawai Midori, the name of the Sword Saint, I think it has a great attraction for people who practice kendo, Sawai Midori also practices kendo, as an onmyoji, she doesn't have a style god, she used a sword before, or one of the two divine swords inherited by Chiba Shrine - Ghost Slash, but now it has been returned to Chiba Shrine.

Really speaking, Midori Sawai and Sayuri Chiba are the same type, both of them are the type of "Demon Martial Arts Double Cultivation", and their own qi and blood are comparable to Honma Miho, Suzuki Fiana is almost there, although her qi and blood are not weak, but if you don't use the means of the Onmyoji, she is definitely not an opponent of either of the two.

After eating oden and chowder porridge, Li Xuehao paid the money, and the three of them went out of Ochanomizu Women's University together.

It's still a while before noon, so it's just right to go out shopping and buy something, and then come back to meet Naomi Fukuyuan and them.

"Brother Koji, can I choose my own clothes?" "Yuko Sawai grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked as she walked.

"Hmm. Li Xuehao nodded, of course, buying clothes for her was based on her own opinion.

"So, how much clothes can I buy?" asked Yuko Sawai again, her eyes sparkling and expectant.

"1,000 yen. Midori Sawai next to him said.

Sawai Yuko suddenly went a little crazy, puffed out her cheeks and said angrily, "Sister, you can't buy clothes for 1,000 yen!"

"There are several pieces that you can buy at the flea market. Midori Sawai said with a relaxed face.

"I'm talking about new clothes!" Yuko Sawai glared at someone pitifully, "Brother Koji, what's my budget?"

"One hundred thousand. Li Xuehao knew that Sawai Green was completely ridiculing his sister, 100,000 yen, and it was only more than 6,000 yuan, which was not much.

"Thank you, Brother Hao, I like you so much. Yuko Sawai excitedly grabbed his hand and kissed him heavily, 100,000 yen, you can buy several new clothes.

......

On the other side, inside the gymnasium of Ochanomizu University.

The group of Terao High School, who were eliminated from the competition, did not leave, they changed into sportswear and watched the games of other schools in the corridor behind the stands.

It's just that the teacher who led the team, Coach Furumura, has left, and he originally came with great interest, thinking that he could win the championship, but who knew that he would have to go home before he even entered the semifinals, which was really unacceptable to Coach Furumura, who was old-fashioned and arrogant, and was in no mood to stay and watch the game.

The students of Terao High School were divided into two groups, led by Hayato Yotsuya and Tomomi Fujii, and the other group went to the other stands.

"Minister Yotsuya, Tsukuba High School and Tachibana Gakuen High School in Aomori Prefecture are now 2:2, and the last one to appear should be Miho Honma. Hayato Yotsuya's group was watching the game against Tsukuba High School, and Fujii asked as she looked at the last girl to appear at Tsukuba High School. Because she was wearing a face, she couldn't see her appearance, and she could only be observed from her figure that she was a girl.

"No, she's not Honma. Hayato Yotsuya, who had fought with Miho Honma, shook his head, and the other party was taller than Miho Honma, and he could see it at a glance.

"Isn't it Miho Honma?So who is she?Didn't Miho Honma compete?" asked Tomomi Fujii with a look of surprise.

"Maybe I don't need to play on my own, if I don't meet a strong opponent, I probably won't be able to see her until the final. Hayato Yotsuya guessed Honma's intentions, and during the duel last year, he had already learned that it was a very proud woman who didn't like trouble, and she would never do anything she didn't need to do.

"What if I lose the match?" Fujii continued, saying that she wouldn't have done that if it had been her, she wouldn't have done that kind of thing.

"She's definitely sure she won't lose the game. Hayato Yotsuya looked at the two sides that had already started the match from afar and said, "If she loses, she probably won't take it to heart, the national championship is not as attractive to her as she thought, she wants the excitement of playing against a master." ”

"And who is that woman?" said Tomomi Fujii, pointing curiously to the general representative of Tsukuba High School.

"Misaki Miyoko, it is said that she is still a freshman in high school, and her strength is already so strong. Hayato Yotsuya said with some emotion, although he thought that he could easily defeat the other party, but when he thought that he had already been defeated, and he was defeated at the hands of a first-year student, he was full of bitterness, "Now it is the world of the juniors." ”

Speaking of which, he was really unlucky, losing at the hands of a first-year student for two years in a row, last year it was Honma Miho, and this year he is a previously unknown guy.

"Minister Yotsuya, I believe that that kind of perversion is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence, and there will not be many of them. Tomomi Fujii can probably understand his frustration, in fact, she has the same distress, because she was also defeated at the hands of a first-year student.

"I'll be a college student next year. Hayato Yotsuya shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid the dream of a national champion will never come true in this life." ”

"Minister Yotsuya, you can win the championship of the Collegiate Kendo Tournament. Tomomi Fujii encouraged.

Hayato Yotsuya couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The people in the university are even more terrifying, just like last year's champion Satomi Asumi, I watched her game the whole time, and if I faced her, I would definitely not be an opponent." ”

Speaking of Satomi Acheng, Tomomi Fujii's eyes suddenly became fanatical: "Senpai Acheng has always been my idol, and the university I want to apply for is Tsurumi University, I hope that one day I can fight side by side with Acheng senior!"

"I'm sure you'll achieve your dreams, Fujii. Hayato Yotsuya patted her on the shoulder.

Fujii Zhimei blushed a little, and was about to say something, when suddenly her eyes kept looking in one direction in a daze: "Senior Acheng?"

"What?" Hayato Yotsuya was stunned for a moment, looked in the direction she was looking, and when she saw the girl with short hair and a long braid behind her, her expression was also shocked, "Satomi Acheng?"

"Minister Yotsuya, it's Acheng senior, it's Acheng senior......" Fujii Tomomi was very excited, and before Yotsuya Hayato could react, she had already taken the lead in running over.

Hayato Yotsuya hesitated slightly, but also chased after him.

"Acheng senior!" Fujii Tomomi ran in front of Satomi Acheng, who was watching the game with her hands on the corridor railing, and bowed excitedly and solemnly.

Hearing someone call herself, Satomi Acheng looked sideways and saw that it was a strange girl, and was stunned for a moment: "Are you ......" and then saw Yotsuya Hayato walking behind the girl, she immediately recognized the other party, "Yotsuya Hayato?"

"Hello, Acheng-senpai, I'm Hayato Yotsuya. Hayato Yotsuya walked up to him and bowed.

"Acheng senior, I'm Tomomi Fujii. Fujii Tomomi on the side was very excited, and looked at her eagerly, "Can you sign for me?"

"Signature?" Ah Cheng Satomi was stunned, she had never done such a thing as signing before.

Hayato Yotsuya said, "Yes, Fujii regards you as an idol, and her goal for applying for the exam is TKU (Tsurumi University), and she hopes to fight side by side with you." ”

"That's right. Satomi looked at Tomomi Fujii, probably not expecting this to be one of her fanatical supporters, and said with some embarrassment, "I didn't bring a pen." ”

"It's okay, I brought it. Tomomi Fujii grinned and took out a signature pen from her body, not knowing how she could have carried this thing with her, and it came in handy.

Satomi took her pen and asked a little unaccustomedly, "Where is the sign?"

"It's on the clothes. Tomomi Fujii grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it in front of her.

Satomi took off the cap of her pen and prepared to start writing, "What to write?"

"Just write, give it to my lovely junior Tomomi Fujii, and then write your name. Tomomi Fujii said expectantly.

Satomi did so and returned the pen to her.

"Thank you, Senior Cheng, you will definitely win the national championship again this year. Tomomi Fujii looked excitedly at the signature on the hem of her dress, which she had decided to treasure and would not take it out to wear in the future.

"Thank you for your good words. Satomi Asumi also expressed her gratitude, saying that the kendo competition for college students will start in October, and it is still more than two months away.

"Senior, did you also come to see the game?" Fujii Tomomi asked curiously, Acheng senior would come here, she had never thought of such a thing.

"Yes, I'm here to watch a friend's game. Satomi Acheng said.

"Are the senior's friends also high school students who participated in the competition?" Fujii Tomomi was even more curious, and even Hayato Yotsutani, who couldn't interject, was aroused with curiosity, and wanted to know who his friend was the champion of last year's national college kendo competition.

"Hmm......" Satomi Ah Cheng nodded, hesitating whether to tell the two that her "friend" was the one who had defeated them before, and a voice came from not far away, "Senior Ah Cheng, I see you again...... Oh, is Yotsuya there too?"

It sounded a somewhat contrived voice that attracted the three of them, and they saw a tall man walking over, the other party looked like he was in his thirties, but he was called a young Acheng Satomi senior, which showed that his actual age was much younger than he looked.

"Shibata!" Hayato Yotsuya couldn't help frowning when he saw the other party, this man was the ace of Chibongi International High School in Osaka Prefecture, Yukishi Shibata.

"Hehe, what are you talking about, can I sit in on it?" Shibata Yukishi grinned, completely unconcerned about the somewhat gloomy expressions of several people.

"Shibata, is your game over?" Hayato Yotsuya asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it just ended, unlike your Terao High School, which ended so soon. Yukishi Shibata said meaningfully.

"Shibata, what do you mean!" Hayato Yotsuya looked angry, and of course he could hear the deep meaning of the other party's words.

"Isn't it?" Shibata Yukishi laughed, as if he didn't see the anger in his eyes, "You guys ended earlier than us, didn't you?"

"Shibata, now you can laugh as much as you want, and when you meet Sakurano High School, I'll see if you can still laugh. Hayato Yotsuya said in a deep voice, their Terao High School was indeed defeated, but Chibongi National High School was last year's King High School, and in front of the perverted first-year student who defeated him, there was only one way to fail.

"Yotsuya, I'm not like you, I'm so weak that I can beat you by any person, do you know what my biggest regret is? It's that I didn't play against you last year, and you were eliminated by Honma Miho, and as for Sakurano High School, you just keep your eyes open and see how I beat them alone. Shibata said condescendingly, as if defeating any opponent was just a breeze.

"I'll stay in Tokyo and watch you fight with my own eyes. Hayato Yotsuya smiled coldly, he bet that Shibata Yukishi hadn't seen their match with Sakurano High School yet, but even if he did, with Shibata Yuki's arrogance, it was estimated that he would think it was caused by his own underestimation of the enemy, so even if he said more now, it was useless, this self-righteous king was already arrogant enough to think that he was invincible.

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