It's noon, and it's time to go to the kendo club for training, and today's Suzuki Mamoru is still going alone.

As for the asagi, she seemed to want to go with her to see, but she was called to the staff room by Mr. Yasuhara because of something, probably something about the material.

"Please come in."

In short, Suzuki Mamoru came to the kendo club alone, and when he stopped, the cold voice of Tamashiro Michiyo came from the activity room behind the door.

Mamoru Suzuki pushes the door open.

What unfolds in front of you is the same picture as yesterday.

The girl sat alone by the window, and her position, posture, and calm expression on her face did not change, making people think that she had entered a time loop.

Only the rays of the sun, the curtains floating, show that this is today and not yesterday.

"Good afternoon." Mamoru Suzuki said hello.

"Hmm."

"When did Yucheng-san come?"

"Just here."

"Just here?"

Closing the door, moving the chair, and coming to yesterday's position, Suzuki Mamoru sat opposite Tamajo Michiyo.

"The Yucheng classmates will give people the illusion that they have been sitting here for a long time."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Let's get started."

"Oh."

It was quiet for a moment, and Mamoru Suzuki stopped talking and looked at Tamajo Michiyo.

There was no fluctuating expression on her face, and her black and white eyes watched quietly, unmoved. Just looking at such a girl, that quiet breath rushed to the face.

The loops of time, the drawings of stillness... Tamaki Michiyo has such an indescribable but indeed existential aura on his body.

Like March.

Mamoru Suzuki thought so.

The weather in March, just out of winter and not completely out of winter, the air of early spring has a residual coldness, but it is only slightly cold. Moreover, everything is so gentle and quiet, even if it rains, it only falls quietly, lightly wetting the ground, when the wind blows, it only blows the leaves, if it blows head-on, coldly blows on the cheeks... In the slight cold, you will smell that refreshing and refreshing smell.

It is quite appropriate to describe the three thousand generations of Yucheng in this way.

"Suzuki-san."

In the activity room where there is no sound, the perception of time has become less sensitive, and I don't know how long it has been, but Suzuki Mamoru suddenly heard the voice of the girl in his ear.

“... Be. He came back to his senses, and his gaze returned to the eyes of the three thousand generations of Jade City.

"I'm distracted, and my eyes are off."

"Well, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just start practicing meditation, it's like this, it's not a simple thing."

"That's—" Mamoru Suzuki wanted to say a fresh start.

However, Tamashiro Michiyo took the first step and continued: "It's just, Suzuki-san. ”

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"Try not to get distracted by my chest."

“......”

In silence, Yucheng Michiyo thought for a moment, and then added: "There are legs, feet, not good." Anyway, don't get distracted by my body. Although Suzuki-san, it doesn't seem like he's thinking about anything obscene, but it's still not okay. ”

“... Be. With clean and clear eyes, Suzuki Mamoru paused under the direct gaze of Tamajo Michiyo, and replied.

The gaze can indeed reveal a person's thoughts, and Mamoru Suzuki is glad that he is just a simple wanderer, and there have never been any strange thoughts... Maybe that's why Yucheng Sanchiyo hasn't picked up a bamboo sword and aimed it at him so far...

"And."

When Mamoru Suzuki was ready, staring into the eyes of Tamashiro Michiyo to continue to start the meditation practice, Tamashiro Michiyo still had something to say.

"About Suzuki-san's question this morning."

"Huh?" Mamoru Suzuki blinked a little unresponsively, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood what Tamaki Michiyo was referring to.

During his morning run, he asked about Tamajo Michiyo's opinion on the third round of Asagi Mishio.

"What's wrong?" Mamoru Suzuki asked.

Yucheng Sanchiyo's gaze stared straight into his eyes, impartially: "In the competition of swordsmanship, there are losses and wins, and defeat is not something worth caring about. What is worth caring about is why you are losing. ”

“......”

Before Mamoru Suzuki could think of what words to reply, Tamashiro Michiyo continued, "And the reason why I didn't answer Suzuki-san's question this morning is because I don't know why I lost the competition with Asagiri-san. ”

“......”

"And, actually, I don't fully understand why Suzuki-san was able to hit me in the first place."

“......”

"Suzuki-san, do you have any ideas?"

“......”

The quiet activity room did not change anything, and for the seated girl, the midday sun from the window and the air of late April were as usual.

But Mamoru Suzuki did sense a change in the atmosphere.

The silence lasted only two seconds, and under the gaze of Tamashiro Michiyo, Mamoru Suzuki calmly replied, "The original words... Actually, I don't know why I was able to hit Tamaki-san. ”

"Suzuki-san, don't you know?"

"Hmm...," Suzuki Mori seemed to think quite seriously, recalling, and continued, "At first, I just thought that I wanted to win, so I threw myself into it, wanting to see Tamaki-san's reaction, and finally I did it." ”

"Is that so?"

"Hmm."

"Maybe Suzuki-san was in a state of "unmoved" at that time."

"Huh? Not tempted? ”

"Identifying one's own goals and eliminating all distractions may be the case, and Suzuki's reaction speed has greatly improved."

"I see." Mamoru Suzuki suddenly said, "That feeling is 'not moving'? ”

"Possibly." Tamajo Sanchiyo nodded, her expression unchanged, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

"Well... What about the morning fog? Mamoru Suzuki changed the subject and said with some embarrassment, "Although I was a spectator at the time, because I was focused... I don't see the situation clearly. I only remember that she seemed to be one step faster than Yucheng-san. ”

Tamaki Michiyo thought back and confirmed this message from Mamoru Suzuki: "Well, yes. In the third round, Asagiri-san, he was indeed faster than me. And..."

She continued: "I don't know why she was able to do it. I don't think my offense is flawed. ”

“... Maybe Yucheng can ask Asagi. ”

“......”

“......”

"Alright, that's it for today." Tamaki Michiyo got up.

"yes, okay." Mamoru Suzuki, who was one step late, followed suit.

The lunch break at noon was not long, only fifty minutes, and it was indeed coming to an end.

After tidying up everything in the activity room, Mamoru Suzuki and Tamashiro Michiyo walked out of the activity room and walked towards the teaching building.

......

"Today's noon harvest, the suspicion about Asagiri's victory has increased... Perhaps, there is a possibility."

"I should pay more attention to it in the future."

"And... I'm being suspected, right? Temptation?"

"Two inexplicable defeats in a row... Doubts do arise."

"It's just suspicion, and—"

"The real suspicion should be to quietly gather information in secret, rather than start to probe."

"Since it's just a casual temptation, it means that the doubts are not serious."

"And took the initiative to find a reason for me..."

"But I'll have to be careful in the future."

Mamoru Suzuki didn't want to be a cat by Tamaki Michiyo.