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"I lost."

After Ninomiya Ye lost, she put away her black bamboo knife neatly, looked up at Makoto Futaba who was smiling at her from a distance, and moved her sore wrist.

Sure enough, the gap with Futaba Makoto was getting bigger and bigger.

Not only is there a difference in the physique of men and women, Makoto Futaba has reached a new level after undergoing special training by her grandmother, and it is also a world that she can't reach but is trying to catch up with.

Not reconciled.

Ninomiya Ye knows very well that this is completely a gap in talent. She only has swords in her eyes. In order not to disgrace the name of the Ninomiya family, she has put in thousands of times of effort to grow and train, but she is still very weak. Simply defeated.

But she also understands very well that when compared with 90.00% sweat and [-]% talent, talent is undoubtedly superior.

What you have learned through hard work, maybe others will learn it overnight.

This is talent.

It's no use not being reconciled.

If it wasn't for Futaba Makoto being his elder brother by blood, the children of the two of them would definitely be very strong, right?

But I'm a test-tube baby, so it doesn't count...

Unknowingly, Ninomiya Ye seemed to want to go to other places, and even stood there motionless.

"Hey Ninomiya, what are you in a daze for?" Makoto Futaba stretched out his hand and shook in front of Ninomiya Ye, and when he saw the other party's distracted appearance, he lightly tapped her on the head with a bamboo knife.

"pain."

Ninomiya Ye suddenly squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and even let out a very cute cry.

"Huh?" Ninomiya Ye, who reacted immediately, looked at the strange eyes of the surrounding members, stood up instantly and coughed, "Okay, the competition is over here."

She looked more like a guilty conscience at the moment and raised her voice: "Who wants to compete with Futaba?"

Have a try?
The members who watched the competition just now looked at each other. Of course they knew that they couldn't be opponents, but if they could compete with the strong, they would definitely gain something.

"I."

Someone suddenly raised his hand, Ninomiya Ye looked, it was a tall and muscular boy, even a bit like Ninomiya Ye's father in appearance.

"Xiong Shandu, please give me your advice!"

An angry voice sounded, and the boy just stood in front of Makoto Futaba.

"Xiongshan is one of the trump cards of our kendo department. Not only is his strength great, but his body is also very flexible, not clumsy at all." Ninomiya Ye folded his arms at this time, and then said to Futaba Makoto, "Enough .”

"Understood." Makoto Futaba smiled.

Unlike Ninomiya Ye's own competition, in order to respect each other, Makoto Futaba is going to wear protective gear.

"Wait, Futaba." Xiongshan stopped Futaba Makoto, and then said, "I also want to compete without wearing protective gear."

Makoto Futaba was stunned for a moment, and then said: "If you don't wear the protective gear, I'm afraid of hurting you. Although it's a bamboo knife, if it stabs the throat or something, it will be fatal."

Xiong Shan patted his chest and made a bang bang sound: "I want to try to see if my speed can be faster without the weight-bearing protective gear, please."

Hearing this, Makoto Futaba had no choice but to look at Ninomiya Ye, who also nodded slightly towards him: "It's okay, it's not a deathmatch, just be careful with your strikes."

Also.

Makoto Futaba said no more.

"drink!"

After the start of the competition, Xiongshan slashed out the bamboo knife with a loud shout. As Ninomiya Ye said, Xiongshan's offensive was not only fierce and fast, but also full of aura!

Good offense!
Futaba Makoto raised the knife to stand away, and then pulled away.

After failing to succeed in one blow, Xiongshan launched a more violent attack, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bamboo knife, forcing Makoto Futaba to step back continuously.

"What a powerful guy, he actually suppressed Ah Cheng."

Seeing this scene, Takahashi couldn't help but say.

"No." Beside him, Morning Nana shook her head.

"You understand?" Takahashi Zhe also asked a little surprised.

In the morning, Nana nodded her chin, and then explained: "Although I can't understand this, I found that the strength of that person was removed by Ah Cheng along the direction. Didn't you find that Ah Cheng even used the smallest It saves effort by using the body width, and there is no worry that the opponent will hit your effective part at all."

"Is this consuming the opponent's physical strength?"

"To be precise, I'm looking for the opponent's flaw." At this moment, Ninomiya Ye said standing beside Nana and the others.

Others showed curious expressions: "A flaw?"

"Xiong Shan's strength is very strong, but his personality is too hasty."

Ninomiya Ye nodded slightly, "If he doesn't succeed in any of his favorite moves, he will start to become impetuous, and at that moment—"

"The game is over."

……

"noodle!"

The bamboo knife in Futaba Makoto's hand knocked on Xiong Shan's face, and with just enough strength, the other party let go of his hand.

Xiong Shan looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, but the burning pain on his forehead told him it was true.

Obviously he had always been the advantage just now, but he was defeated in an instant, and he couldn't even keep up with the speed of the opponent's sword.

"You are really strong, I am convinced." Xiong Shan is also a straightforward guy, and there is even a look of admiration in his eyes at this time.

"Are you okay?" Seeing the red mark on the other's forehead, Futaba Makoto asked.

"Small problem." Xiong Shan patted.

interesting guy.

Futaba Makoto smiled.

"Who's next?" Makoto Futaba looked around and asked, and soon some members were eager to take the stage.

But there is no doubt that they were all easily defeated by Makoto Futaba, and everyone even found that this guy didn't use his full strength at all.

No wonder the minister agreed to let Futaba Makoto not come to the training, he is really as powerful as a monster.

But those newcomers like Sasaki didn't compete with Makoto Futaba, instead they watched it very seriously, even thinking about something.

……

After the club activities were over, Makoto Futaba and the others planned to go home.

"Wheel racing, you will still be tired to some extent." He Zaoqian Nana and the others were walking home, Futaba Makoto shook his arm and said.

"After all, Cheng seems to be very popular with them all of a sudden." Nana said with a smile in the morning.

The 'Pikachu' on the side is also holding a sign——

【ω｀) I'm tired now, what should I do if there will be a longer wheel battle in the future? 】

"There will be no wheel wars in the future. Today is an exception." Futaba Cheng said helplessly, after all, today is to show strength.

'Pikachu''s claws turned the page:

【() From now on, there will be wheel battles every night. 】

"How could it be..."

Futaba Makoto suddenly seemed to understand something, and then remained silent for a few seconds,
"Did you and I say the same thing..."

"Skin."

"Ok?"

【ω｀)】