The first semester of the first year has come to an end, and Nao's karate club has also steadily passed the capital tournament and received a ticket to the Kanto tournament. The decisive battle of the Tokyo Tournament attracted countless observations for the Kabido women's karate club, which can be called a dark horse, especially the main players Natsuki, Shumi and Nao, and for a time the limelight of the women's department was almost equal to that of the men's department. While the women's department enjoys the attention, it is also under the pressure that comes with it.

"Eh?!! training five times a week?!" Shumi Sakamoto exclaimed with a sad face, "The other clubs are only three times, why do we have five? Isn't it that I don't even have time to go shopping! And I have to go to Hiyoshi Dojo on Wednesdays and weekends!"

"It's too loud, wild boar!" Natsuki plucked his ears with a frowning face, "This is a joint decision between me and the Mizushima Governor, although we have already won the championship in the metropolitan competition, our overall strength is still very weak. The next thing we have to face is the entire Kanto region and even the whole country, and it would be a shame if we didn't have the corresponding strength. ”

"Since the team competition is a best-of-five game, as long as the three of us win, won't it!" Shumi sat down heavily on the stool in the locker room, squeezing her face into a bulging bun in distress, "Except for the three of us, the tallest in the department is only the green belt...... Do you want to let the seniors go to the masters above the tea belt?"

"Just in case, just in case!" Natsuki knocked Shumi on the head, "Can you guarantee that the three of us won't get injured or sick in future competitions?" And this kind of training density is not unacceptable, right, the Lihai men's tennis department that dominates the country is selected, and it trains seven days a week - from morning training to department work, the arrangements are full. ”

The author has something to say, "Wow, it's terrifying...... Shumi stuck out her tongue, "I don't care, but is Nao okay? ”

"I'm just about to discuss with you," Nao on the side squashed the empty drink box and muttered, "I need to have at least three days in a week, and even I can't be sure which three days I need to be free. ”

"Naa, Nao, you won't be-" Hearing Nao's words, Sakamoto Shumi leaned over with a thief's expression and raised her little finger, "Secretly got a boyfriend, right?"

"It's all mess, it's just a very important training. Nao slapped her hand away with a smile, "The number of participants in this training is very rare, even if I have to go every day, I won't ignore it." ”

"So powerful?" Shumei stumbled, "Which dojo is it?"

"Well...... this"

"Located in the Kanagawa Police Academy, there are venues for judo, karate, kendo, and aikido, and the instructors are all experienced active police officers, and the trainees also need to have very good abilities...... The Kanagawa Police Station Dojo that you can't enter without passing the guò test. Natsuki suddenly interrupted Nao, who was a little hesitant, and winked at her, "It's the best training place for the 'red-haired female pirate' who has recently emerged, right?"

"You know?" Nao was stunned for a moment, and looked at Natsuki Ujigawa in disbelief, "Could it be that you are ...... too"

"It looks like it's the dojo indeed. Seeing Nao's reaction, Natsuki propped his head and sighed, "It's just that when I went back to Kanagawa last time, I happened to see you entering that dojo with a Taoist uniform, but I didn't expect it to be really guessed by me." She patted Nao's shoulder with a sad face, "You actually entered that little kid's ghost dojo that cries when he hears the name, and the screams of sorrow that come out resound through a radius of ten miles. Ask for your own blessings!"

"Thank you. Nao twitched the corners of her mouth, "But it's still too exaggerated to be called a demon dojo, isn't it the same in every dojo?"

Nao was a little puzzled. Even though the training at the police station dojo is much stricter than the average dojo, the karate instructor's face is fierce, and the students' screams are occasionally heard during the training, and the people who enter and leave the dojo look murderous, but there is nothing scary about it, at least the atmosphere of the dojo where she was in Okinawa was like this.

"Tut-tut!" Natsuki waved his finger thoughtfully, "Because the surrounding residents have seen it, and there are often people who run out of the dojo crying as if they were being chased by ghosts." As far as I know, this doesn't happen to any dojo, that's why it's called the 'Demon Dojo'. ”

"It's just that the teacher is a little fierce, at least I still like the atmosphere there. Nao blinked.

In fact, the martial arts training at the police station dojo is only the second stage of the day, and before going to the dojo, there is also a theory and practical study in the training room, and the third class of the week also has the identification and use of firearms - of course, these are all confidential. After all the studies were completed, the person was in a state of relaxation, and the next time was to go to the dojo for baptism, and for Nao, this arrangement was just the right kind of tension that she needed to keep at all times.

However, according to her observations, the police station dojo should be the first screening gate of the cultivation class, and if he can't stand the heavy air and violent fight scenes in the field, his psychological element zhì must not be suitable to be a police officer. Nao saw a female high school student crying and running away because she couldn't stand the "click" sound of a student's dislocated shoulder in the field.

"It's just that I can't stand it, what should I do if I see scattered corpses when I handle the case in the future!" The teacher in the field at that time sighed and shook his head while clicking and clicking to fit the dislocated student's arm.

According to the seniors of the training class, every member of the youth training class has to go in and go through it, which is said to help the students get used to facing the murderous aura of vicious criminals and maintain a certain sensitivity to the surrounding environment on the spot. But after all, compared to the real murderer, the killing intent of the dojo teacher has no attack power at all, but he can't stand it like this, and when he really encounters a vicious criminal with a weapon, I'm afraid he will be so scared that he can't even stand up.

"The people on this island are so vulnerable. Nao shrugged his shoulders regretfully, took out his school bag from the locker, and waved his hand behind the two of them, "So that's it, I'm going to pick up Natsu and go first." ”

"That demon dojo is so terrible, maybe you'll die if you're not careful! If you want me to say you're just-wow! Nao, you're walking too fast, wait for me!"

Shumi chased after her schoolbag, her loud voice echoing in the hallway. Natsuki listened to the shouts of the golden boar, and stood in place and rolled his eyes helplessly.

**

Nao and Shumi, who left the gate of the social office, walked one after the other on the boulevard leading to the outside school. Compared to Shumei, who babbles on and on about a new idol group, Nao seems to be a little too silent. The summer sun was a little hot on her body, but Nao, whose nerves had been trained to become more and more sensitive, felt a chill down her spine for a while.

She could feel that there was a gaze that had been following her since she left the social office. Unlike the previous simple observations, although there was no obvious malice, it was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and it was really not a comfortable feeling to be stared at the back with such eager eyes. She frowned and looked back, only to see that there were no suspicious figures behind her, except for the students who were about to go home after finishing their work, and at the same time, the sight disappeared the moment she turned around. Nao shook her head, laughing at her sensitivity, and walked out of the school gate with Shumi, who had been unaware from beginning to end.

However, as soon as they crossed the shopping street and turned to the street of the residential area, the sight appeared without warning.

"It's a nuisance. Nao muttered.

"What's wrong?" Shumi asked, turning her head sideways, "You've been absent-minded since just now. ”

"Someone is following us. ”

"Follow, follow us?"

Shumi reflexively glanced back, but saw only the red sun and the empty streets. The scorching sun casts on the asphalt, and the horizon distorts like the sound of an old record. A few crows fluttered their wings and flew up from the telephone poles, their desolate cries crashing around the empty streets.

Shumi remembered the urban legend that was widely spread at school, and shivered all over.

"What, nobody!!" Shumi grabbed Nao's arm and curled up behind her back, "Nai, Nao, do you think it will be, will it be ......"

"What?"

"Phantom, ghost or something?"

"Ghosts?" Nao's eyes were fixed on one part of the street, and one side of her lips picked up with interest, "Now, Shumi, what do you mean by ghost?"

"Eh, isn't that it...... Hair scattered, no feet, no shadow, face covered with blood or something......"

"Yes. "I don't know what the hair and feet look like, but as for the shadows," she said, gesturing to the corner of the street with her thumb, "but there's a long one." ”

Shumi looked in the direction pointed by Nao, and saw that four or five meters away from the two of them, sure enough, a long shadow stretched by the setting sun stretched out from the corner of the street and stuck to the ground motionless. Obviously, the whispered conversation between the two did not disturb it.

"So, next," Nao stuffed the schoolbag in his hand into Shumei's arms, and licked the corners of his mouth with some excitement while moving his ankles slightly, "I want to see if that ghost is covered with blood!"

As soon as the words fell, Nao's figure flew out like an arrow off the string. The man hiding on the corner only had time to see a figure flash, and then he was hit in the chest with a strong force, and his body was completely unable to react.

Nao pressed him against the wall with her forearms, her green gaze scanning the frightened teenager with a slightly malicious look, and the evil Okinawan accent floated out with her almost whispering voice, filling the distance between the two.

"Yo, good afternoon, ghost!"

So I returned! The writing is not very smooth, but the idea of my case has been completed, and it shouldn't be very stuck, tears~

I applied for the list, but I don't know if I can be ranked......