“... So, why? Even Mamoru Suzuki was stunned for a moment in the face of Tamashiro Michiyo's inexplicable-sounding request.

What does mind cultivation have to do with staring at her? He couldn't understand this train of thought for a while.

Tamaki Michiyo quickly explained, "Suzuki-san's opinion on 'not moving' can be realized, but that also needs to be after enough time and understanding of kendo practice. And, no matter what, learning to meditate will be the most basic. ”

"What is the relationship between meditation and staring at Yucheng's classmates...?"

"Since Suzuki-san is often staring at me and distracted, then take this as a practice, and when Suzuki-san can stare at me to eliminate distractions, then he can barely achieve the most basic meditation."

“......”

That's what it means, but... Where to star?

While questioning, Suzuki Mamoru subconsciously looked at Tamashiro Michiyo, the parts he usually paid more attention to.

Some flat and slightly undulating breasts, the curve of the waist of the upper body uniform, the slender waist, the pleated skirt skirt in the sitting position can not cover some delicate white skin that is exposed, and the straight calves, the only regret is that the shoes and socks are not taken off, and the girl's bare feet are not seen... Of course, even so, wearing pure white socks and indoor shoes, the slender ankles that are wrapped around look good.

"Suzuki-san."

Tamaki Michiyo's calm words brought Mamoru Suzuki's gaze back to her beautiful face.

"Where are you looking?"

“... I'm sorry. ”

"Naturally, it won't be for you to look somewhere else, please don't have such rude thoughts."

“......”

"A sword and a foot away." Tamajo Michiyo spoke again.

"Oh."

Mamoru Suzuki obediently complied, moving the chair in a little bit, and into the distance of a sword and a foot.

"Staring into my eyes."

"Yes."

Continuing to do so, Mamoru Suzuki leaned back in his chair and sat up straight, his hands flat on his lap in the same way as Tamashiro Michiyo. Then, he stared into the eyes of Tamajo Michiyo.

"Meditation."

"Hmm."

This is how the practice of "not being moved" begins.

Suzuki sat quietly, and Tamaki Michiyo also sat quietly, looking directly at him with impartial eyes.

There was no longer any sound in the kendo club, time passed quietly, and the eyes of the two met.

The girl by the window in front of her, her black and white eyes, were extremely pure, reflecting a little luster in the noon sun.

"It's like a lake that doesn't ripple, and it's as calm as a mirror."

Mamoru Suzuki stared into the eyes of Tamashiro Michiyo, and a reverie was born unconsciously. In a trance, the black and white eyes reflected the color of the sky on the surface of the lake.

Azure, the color of the sky.

When he came back to his senses, it was clearly his hallucination again, but it was just a projection of the "character image" of Tamajo Michiyo in his mind.

From the last time he gave birth to the "Cat Spirit" ability, the "human image" of Tamaki Michiyo in his mind was like this, with flowing sky-blue eyes and cat ears. Symbolizing her human form, she still has the perception of a cat.

"How?" Tamajo Michiyo suddenly spoke.

“... What? Mamoru Suzuki was a step late in responding.

"Distracted."

“... Be. ”

"It's really hard to meditate at first." Tamaki Michiyo thought for a moment and said, "Suzuki-san, you might as well start by not moving your gaze." ”

"Okay."

It was quiet again, and Mamoru Suzuki followed suit and sat back down, looking at Tamashiro Michiyo and looking directly at her.

It's not just meditation, in fact, in the kendo competition, you should also keep your eyes on the other person's eyes, if you don't focus your gaze, you may reveal the intention of the attack or the part you want to attack.

But...

Not to mention meditation, but just not moving your eyes, you can really know how difficult it is to do it.

It didn't take long for Mamoru Suzuki's eyes to drift unconsciously.

Attention can not be fully concentrated, the girl's beautiful face, good-looking facial features can attract the eye, thin cherry lips, small nose, every detail on the face has an unconsciously attractive charm.

Even if you quickly realize that your gaze is pulled back, it won't take long for you to be unable to help but drift.

At the end of the day, Mamoru Suzuki is good at "observation" rather than "meditation", and even if he is alone in a hospital bed, he will find something to kill time, whether it is "observation" or a cranky daze, it is probably different from "meditation".

"How does it feel?" After several shifts of gaze, Yucheng Sanchiyo asked again.

"It's difficult, it's a bit boring." Mamoru Suzuki replied.

And there is also the interference source of Tamaki Michiyo.

- Of course, if he really wants to say it, Suzuki Mamoru is confident that he can definitely be regarded as a source of interference, but it is a pity that Tamaki Michiyo's "meditation" level is not at the same level as him at all.

"Also, Suzuki-san's staring at me is really easy to get distracted." "According to my statistics, apart from my eyes, Suzuki-san's eyes stay the most on my legs, then my chest, and then my waist. ”

"......" Mamoru Suzuki blinked.

Jadejo Michiyo still looked straight at it and added, "There are no feet, I guess it's because the position is really too low, and Suzuki-san usually likes to watch it." ”

"......" Mamoru Suzuki didn't know what to say, so he decided to shut up.

Instinct is one, and because of observation, Suzuki Mamoru's gaze will indeed unconsciously encompass a person's whole body, and then sketch an image in his mind... It's not quibbles, the characters in his mind are the evidence.

"It's a point that you can't calm down, and it's easy for Suzuki-san's offensive intentions and offensive parts to be exposed in actual combat."

“... Be. Mamoru Suzuki replied.

If you put it in actual combat, you will reveal your attack intent, but if you put it here, he seems to be exposing his sexual fetish in front of Tamaki Michiyo... Subtle embarrassment.

"Alright, that's all for today."

"Is it over?" Mamoru Suzuki stopped the strange thoughts that were going through his mind.

"Well, the lunch break is over." Tamashiro Michiyo got up from his chair and his skirt fell.

Mamoru Suzuki followed suit.

"I'll do it tomorrow." Tamajo Sanchiyo closed the windows, as well as the curtains.

"Okay."

Mamoru Suzuki also closed the curtains of the windows beside him.

After finishing and putting the chair back in place, Mamoru Suzuki and Tamashiro Michiyo went out of the activity room and closed the door.

"The practice of kendo is long-lasting, and the ordinary practice is also boring, and if you want to persevere, you must have enough to endure boredom. The same is true for mind cultivation. ”

"Hmm."

"I hope you can keep it up, Suzuki-san."

"I will."

It must be admitted that the three thousand generations of Tamaki who can persist are indeed remarkable.

In particular, she has been practicing kendo for ten years.

On the way back to class, Mamoru Suzuki once again realized the weight of time, as well as the horror of "seriousness", "concentration", and "perseverance".

Tamaki Michiyo, who concentrates on kendo, and her "unmoved": concentrate on doing what she believes in, eliminate distractions, and all external objects cannot intrude.

And also... Meow's power has been boosted.

"What's wrong?" Tamaki Michiyo looked at Mamoru Suzuki, who suddenly stopped.

“... No, nothing. Mamoru Suzuki came back to his senses for a moment and followed.

I didn't expect there to be a windfall.