"Didn't you also say at the time that you won't be an idol anymore."

Shikamoto Shinchong yawned, a little sleepy.

He has indeed spent a lot of energy on the [Knight Card] these days, and he has relaxed his nerves a little, just tonight.

"Yes, since my brother has said so, Xiao Wei believes in his brother's choice. However, Xiao Wei still thinks that Sister Nana is a very good girl......"

"I know."

Shikamoto Shinchong smiled and didn't say anything more.

......

A new sunrise illuminates Nobutaka Kamoto's room.

He got up early and took a military saber on his back.

According to the progress, the old woman who met by chance in the suburbs has already sent out the war letter.

A phone call can be used to bring in a helicopter to set up a practice site, and naturally a phone call can be made to the kendo association.

Choosing a third party instead of directly sending a battle letter to those seven dojos was for the sake of one more bystander.

Only the sightings of third parties are more objective,

If there is no participation of the Kendo Association, the only one person who kicks the seven dojos of the hall, and the seven of them are all Beichen first-class swordsmen, they may not be able to take over the battle book.

Shintaka Shikamoto equipped himself with a [Knight Card], took a deep breath, and jumped off the balcony.

The extremely strong motor nerves found a stable foothold for his body almost instantly, without the slightest discomfort.

When Shikamoto Yui knocked on the door of Shikamoto Shinchong, he saw the curtains carried by the wind being blown into the room, and the sun was shining dazzlingly outside.

"Brother...... Gone so early? ”

Shikamoto rubbed his eyes, almost in disbelief.

My brother climbed down from upstairs, right?

Why don't I hear the door open when I'm making breakfast?

......

The Minghui Dojo is carrying out daily daily teaching, and the disciples of the dojo face the rising sun, practicing Su Zhen neatly and consistently, sweating.

Their teacher, Beichen Shuichi, also sat aside and drank tea with great interest.

Although he claims to be the orthodox descendant of Beichen Yidaoliu, he actually doesn't know anything about Beichen Yidaoliu.

The founder of Beichen Yidaoliu is Chiba Zhou Sakumasa, but he made up a "Beichen Minghui", saying that his ancestors are the founders of Beichen Yidaoliu.

This made several other dojos that taught Beichen a sword stream quite annoying.

But they got serious and lost instead.

Beichen Xiuyi had to stick it on his face even if he was black, but instead of accepting the challenge, he intensified the rumor that several other dojos had stolen his own Guliu swordsmanship, and he said this because he was jealous of himself.

Some melon-eating passers-by who didn't know the truth sent their children to the Minghui Dojo, not because they wanted them to learn the slightest bit of Guliu swordsmanship, but just to strengthen their bodies.

Most of the children with brains left on their own initiative, but it was the little poke in the second brain who stayed.

muttered incoherent lines in his mouth, brandished the bamboo sword in his hand, and firmly believed that following Beichen Xiuyi could become a future swordsman.

But just when Beichen Xiuyi was drinking tea safely, someone from the Kendo Association came to the door and handed him a battle book.

When he was about to politely decline, the other party told him: If he should not fight, it will be regarded as an automatic admission of defeat, and the plaque of Minghui Dojo will be cut to pieces.

The plaque of a dojo is the façade of that dojo.

Hacked to pieces by the kicker,

Go without saying.

The teacher who opened this dojo was abused to the point that he was not qualified to continue to open the dojo.

Beichen Xiuyi's face turned white with fright,

He had expected that several other dojos that inherited Beichen's sword stream would not be too lined, so he dared to continue to swagger and deceive.

How did you meet the real guy today?

He kind of wanted to pack up and run away.

But he didn't have time to run, and the steady footsteps came closer and closer until they reached him.

The other party was dressed in black, carrying a long knife, and wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Shikamoto Shinchong hid behind the mask and stared at the man in front of him, the teacher of the Minghui Dojo.

The steps are vain, and there are no calluses on the hands.

Does he look like a sword practitioner?

"This is the challenger, he challenged seven dojos in Tokyo through the kendo association, and we totaled them, and we chose Minghui Dojo for the first stop." The person from the Kendo Association said coldly.

You really deserve it!

Who told you to swagger and deceive something, but pretending to be the heir of Beichen.

If you are found in the enemy, you will consider yourself unlucky!

Beichen Xiu was so panicked that he spilled tea on the ground and almost urinated.

He didn't want anything else, he just wanted to find an excuse to escape from the dojo quickly.

The genuine article came to the door!

Isn't fighting him a dead end?

Before he could struggle to leave, the second-year teenagers who were practicing Su Zhen outside the door surrounded him.

"Huh? Is it a kick gym? ”

"Master! Kill him with your strongest sword, Shura! ”

Several young schoolchildren screamed desperately, making people bald.

The people of the Kendo Association frowned: No, whether it is a martial arts type or a military art type, there is no name for a sword Shura, is this guy really a swordsman who practices Beichen a sword stream?

The answer is no, he is just a simple liar, and he can't even hold a sword.

"The demonstration generation of the Minghui Dojo, Beichen Shuichi, please be ready in half an hour."

The people of the Kendo Association motioned for the people of the Minghui Dojo to disperse and make way for the two swordsmen who were about to duel.

He didn't know who this visitor with a long sword on his back was, the Kendo Association had received a battle report last night, and today he immediately notified all dojos to fight, which is a rare thing.

Moreover, the insulting behavior of the loser who will chop up the plaque will not be placed in the conditions of the war letter, and it is even rarer to actually enter it this time.

Lu Benxin Chong shook his head: "No need, I think it's better for me to directly chop up the plaque of this dojo." ”

As if insulted, the group of secondary school students picked up bamboo swords one by one to provoke Shikamoto Shinchong, claiming that he was not worthy of being the master's opponent, and let him obediently come and die.

Beichen Shuichi was so frightened that he couldn't even stand on his feet.

He has been cheating for so many years, and finally he still wears a gang.

In response, his life was gone.

No war, no money.

Shikamoto Shinchong pulled out his military saber, like a silver line cutting through the sky, and the belts of the group of elementary school students fell in response.

One by one, the elementary school students with bamboo knives in their hands with grim faces suddenly turned naked, and all of them degenerated into their original appearance, throwing away their bamboo swords and rolling on the ground.

"You're a fool! You're cheating! ”

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mom! ”

“......”

The people of the kendo association were a little headache from the noise.

Is this really a dojo?

Why more like a kindergarten?

Beichen Xiuyi didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the sharp saber would fall on his neck.

He!

How dare he take a real knife!

How can the people of the kendo association not care!

He's going to kill someone if he does it casually!

"Teacher Generation?"

The people of the Kendo Association were very puzzled, why did the teacher generation of this dojo not have any courage at all, and he didn't look like a sword practitioner at all?