In this way, along the way, the two of them chatted while walking forward with small steps, and after a while, they arrived at Fujimei Academy.

"Do you still want to train today?" Standing at the fork in the corridor, Naraku remembered something, suddenly turned his head, and asked with a smile at the son, but there was a trace of distress hidden in the smile.

"Hmmm! Please keep training as I can feel the obvious improvement in kendo recently. When it comes to his hobbies, he can't help but show excitement in his eyes.

[It's swordsmanship, not kendo!] Naraku didn't show a different color on the surface, but he secretly said in his heart, and at the same time regretted even more why he agreed to be a sparring partner for the sword practice, otherwise he wouldn't be so distressed now.

However, he didn't expect that Tsuko's talent in kendo was so terrifying, especially in the swordsmanship of killing, which was simply demonic among humans.

Of course, there are monsters like Naraku that are not out of specification and cannot be counted.

Although the output is controlled, Tsuneko will still be injured, but the two of them use wooden knives, and the injuries will not be too serious, and Tsuneko will never be injured twice in the same means, which makes Naraku very interested.

It's just that he's not keen on teaching people, otherwise he wouldn't be a deacon but a teacher like Naye.

"That, Tsuko, hard work is a good thing, but it also needs a combination of work and rest...... Look if it's ...... today," Naraku tried to dispel Tsuneko's thoughts.

"Looks like you said the same thing yesterday." Tsunako rolled his eyes without leaving a trace, and said lightly, just one sentence blocked the rest of Naraku's words back into his stomach, and the expression on Naraku's face was really not ordinarily exciting.

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Kendo Club ......

Approaching the time of class, at this time, the members of the club usually go back to class to attend classes, so the entire kendo department training ground is quiet, and today is no exception, after the two walked in, they waited for the company to change their clothes, and then stood opposite each other with wooden knives.

Of course, with Naraku's character, he wouldn't wear that kind of armor, and he even hated wearing school uniforms.

Sometimes, Naraku even wondered if it was a member of the club who had deliberately explained it, otherwise how could it be so coincidental, they have been training one-on-one for a while, and the number of times they have occupied the training ground is not a hundred times, but dozens of times, except for the first few times I met the members who had just finished training, and I haven't met them since.

In this, if you want to say that it's not a little greasy, you don't believe it when you kill Naraku, but it's a pity that this is a Saiyan who likes dango more than flowers and a strong spiritual structure that prefers beauty to appearance.

There is almost no feeling for this beautiful Naraku.

"I'm really sorry, there's no ** you like in the ministry, and I've been letting you use a long wooden knife, I must be very unaccustomed to it." Face to face, Tsuneko looked at Naraku, and a trace of shame couldn't help but appear on her solemn face.

She can understand that as a strong swordsman, it is very uncomfortable to use a weapon that she is not used to for a long time, and it may also have a certain impact on her own strength.

Although Naraku made it clear that it didn't matter, she always felt self-blamed, but she couldn't help it, most of the wooden knives on the market were ordinary long knife style, and there were too few wooden knives that Naraku used, and after looking for a long time, they were all some garbage, and they broke after a few cuts.

Not only that, but in the usual training, the number of wooden knives that were cut down is not a few, mainly because the strength of the two is too terrifying, and it is not a specially customized wooden knife, so they can't hold on to the confrontation between them at all.

However, there is still a mistake in Tsunoko, for Naraku, he is not obsessed with using a specific weapon, any weapon will exert extraordinary power in his hands, otherwise his magic guide will not be set by him to use so many weapon forms as a weapon arsenal.

"Well, I haven't said it all, weapons or something, it's the same for me, so you better put your mind down and get serious, distraction will affect the training effect." Naraku said calmly with the flirtatious smile on his face as always.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he didn't stand it up, he just held the sword in his right hand that hung weakly, and he didn't even feel the slightest sense of attack and defense, so he could only say that he was scattered.

"That'...... Please advise! Yanzi frowned slightly, put on a posture, looked solemn, and said softly.

Naraku nodded casually, his posture unchanged, signaling that Tsuneko could attack at any time.

Although on the surface, Naraku's whole body is full of flaws, just like a beginner, but Tsuneko will not despise him because of posture problems, on the contrary, Tsuneko seems to be more and more cautious, a pair of clear eyes reveal sharp eyes, staring closely at Naraku, not letting go of any details that are suspected to be flaws.

After many sparring exercises, he knew that this was by no means defenseless, but a posture of combining attack and defense, and it was the ultimate technique that the majority of martial arts practitioners might not be able to master even if they spit blood.

Seeing the appearance of Tsuiko, Naraku sighed lightly, it seems that after suffering many losses, she has also learned to be obedient.

The next moment, Naraku had already walked along, but it was not a shortening of distance in an instant, nor was it a remarkable speed, but walked at a leisurely pace, almost like going to the home of a friend or relative, with relaxed and casual steps, it didn't look like a duel was going on at all.

It doesn't feel as fast as my own, but the steps are really light.

Due to the overly light pace, Tsuneko reacted a moment late, and when she wanted to move, she was already attacked.

This is Naraku's first active attack, and in the past, he used to be passive at first, and then gradually turned back the situation, so that Tsunako could better hone his skills, after all, he was here to be a sparring partner, not to abuse people.

And this time she took the initiative, coupled with the fact that Naraku used the kind of footwork that was as difficult to discern as an immortal riding the clouds for the first time, and she was caught off guard, and she was obviously a little flustered, but her good will still barely kept her calm.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……

A dull clatter of wooden knives rang out in the silent training ground, followed by a series of identical sounds that joined together at a rapid frequency.

Naraku didn't swing his sword with the speed of a god, but even so, it wasn't something that mortals could resist.

Tsuneko gritted her silver teeth, struggling to resist the pressure from the front, but she had to take a step back almost every second, because Naraku's moves were very strange, and the attack from his unassuming natural posture made it completely impossible for Tsuneko to predict his movements in advance, and Naraku had already known Tsuruko's combat habits well in the first battle, and every move was aimed at her flaws.

At this moment, I don't even have to think about who is stronger.

For Naraku, the posture is redundant.

If you have to deliberately put on a posture every time you encounter something - wouldn't it be a beat slower to move in order to put on a posture, and because of the posture, you can roughly anticipate how the opponent will act next -

The rare mysterious boxing technique will also show the bottom - just because of the posture.

Unconstructed.

In all martial arts, this stance is both the final form and the completed form – the natural form.

That's what Naraku shows.

Truly naturally.

In the blink of an eye, the time passed noon, and in terms of lessons, it was almost five lessons.

An hour earlier, the two of them stopped their actual combat training and sat down to recover their strength, after all, Tsunako is still an ordinary person, and he does not have the superhuman physical strength of Naraku, not to mention that the training intensity this time is at least three times that of the previous one.

Therefore, after about three hours, Tsumiko showed some signs of collapse, and the rhythm of his breathing had already been disrupted, and he only managed to hold on with a force of willpower.

"It's okay, I told you, don't work so hard, it's not a very urgent matter." The two of them sat on the floor, and Naraku said helplessly, there were some pieces of wood scattered around them, and a few pieces of wood, but there was no sign of their previous wooden knives......

"Also...... Thankfully, this cost is nothing to me. Yanzi's face was slightly pale, and his voice was a little dry, and he knew that he was holding on at a glance.

Compared to Tsuruko, Naraku didn't even catch her breath.

"Hawkers, forget it, it's better to pay attention, by the way, I brought a bento, do you want to try it, I'm sure you're hungry too, I'll get it." Naraku didn't bother to complain that Tsuko's words were unconvincing, ignoring the gaze she looked at him like a monster, and after explaining, the tone of the conversation changed and the topic shifted to food.

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards where the backpack had been placed.

"Naraku!" Tsuiko was silent for a while, and suddenly shouted, his expression so serious.

"Huh?" Naraku raised an eyebrow and looked at Tsunako suspiciously.

"What are you getting stronger for?"

Hearing this, Naraku shrugged his shoulders, chuckled a few times, and said, "Sa~~ There are a lot of reasons, if you have to answer...... Probably to live a better life! Fighting makes me feel the blood boiling, so that's why I'm stronger, so that I can have the best fight against strong enemies, or you can just enjoy fighting. ”

"Enjoy the fight? Is it possible to be so strong just for the sake of this kind of thing? Tsuiko was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself, feeling confused about his kendo path in his heart.

"Of course not, there are many people who become stronger in order to enjoy the battle, but there are always only a few people who can really become stronger, why? Because they are too weak, their hearts are too weak, their talents are too weak, and their luck is even weaker, and there is only one end for that kind of half-hanging, and that is death. After Naraku said this, he paused for a moment and continued, "As for successful people, they are really strong, strong is certain, what I want to say is that although enjoying the battle has made me stronger, but this is not the only way to choose, for example, some are to protect partners, some are born to fight, some are forced by external pressure, in short, none of them are for survival, and you don't have to be persistent, think about what you learned the sword for, and why did you persevere, think about it, The bento is in my backpack, so if you want to eat it, I'll take it myself, so I'll go out for a walk first. ”

After saying so much, Naraku felt that some words were running out, he was not a good person at preaching, and to be honest, it was really hard for him to imagine how those people could have so many words and be able to preach for hours.