I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Here we go again, this feeling...!

The feeling of being pointed at the heart with the tip of a knife by him when school was over that day. It was as if she had experienced death herself. Even if his hand was just a wooden sword that was about to break, Maki didn't have the slightest feeling that she could defeat him or even survive.

There was no move or move, he just held the knife in his hand, stared at himself quietly, and walked slowly towards him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The bloody tide instantly wrapped Maki up, and she was beaten like a lonely boat in the huge waves. The girl's face was pale, and a large amount of sweat kept oozing from her forehead.

Will die...will die, die, die, die!

My legs felt weak, and my instinct began to sound an alarm in my head - run away!

But, how to escape? Can't escape!

"Don't retreat, hold on to your weapons!"

Maki's whole body trembled violently, and she subconsciously clenched the weapon in her hand tightly. She put her other hand on her thigh and twisted it, forcefully pulling back her foot that had taken half a step back.

But the frightening palpitations followed Cheng Rang's pressure.

It was becoming more and more intense recently, and she felt as if her nerves were being burned by a hot flame, then being plunged into ice water and fragile at the touch of ice.

Close, closer again.

She couldn't bear it anymore, "No, don't come over..."

Cheng Rang ignored Maki's pleading and raised the long knife in his hand towards her, with the tip pointed directly at her heart.

"Attack me."

Bang, bang, bang!

The weapon in Maki's hand fell to the ground.

Bang!

The tip of the knife penetrated the floor, and Maki immediately gasped, looking at the long knife nailed to the ground swinging gently, and subconsciously stepped back.

Now that there was no weapon in Cheng Rang's hand, he spoke again.

"Take up arms and attack me."

She wanted to do it, she really wanted to pick up the weapon, she wanted to bend down and just extend her arm a little to get it!

but--

".....It can't be done."

She was completely frightened by the [sword force] that just pointed directly at her heart.

It wasn't a curse. Maki didn't feel the slightest bit of spell power, but she was so frightened by Cheng Rang who wanted to raise the long knife in front of her that she couldn't move, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

It took a full twenty minutes for Maki to be able to move her stiff body, and slowly knelt down on the ground with Cheng Rang's help.

"Master, what was that just now?"

"Here, drink more hot water and warm yourself up." Cheng Rang took out a hot water bottle from his arms and poured a cup of hot water for the frightened apprentice.

"The one just now is called - [Position]"

"...Position?" After receiving the hot water from the process, it was obviously the height of summer in July, but there was even a chill in Maki's mouth.

Is that cold feeling that goes deep into your bones real?

"If you spend a few more years practicing swordplay, you can be almost as good as me."

"Liar..."

Cheng Rang chuckled, "Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm. By the way, where did you get this hot water bottle from?"

"Don't worry about these details!" Cheng Rang threw the kettle back into his arms and patted his flattened chest under Maki's wonderful eyes.

"The so-called [Shi] is a unique system. In fact, the requirements for strength are not high. The main thing is the character of the mind. It pays attention to the unity of nature and man, and the spiritual connection with the weapon in the hand~"

"I don't understand what you are saying at all."

"Do you still want to learn!?" Cheng Rang curled his lips dissatisfied.

Maki nodded seriously, "--think!"

"Then listen to Master."

"yes!"

Then, Maki's training officially began.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Facing the first question raised by Cheng Rang, the serious-looking girl immediately blushed.

"What does learning sword skills have to do with falling in love?!"

"Hey, this is the key point!" Cheng Rang waved his finger, "You have to treat the weapon in your hand like a lover, so that it can respond to your call."

"You need to be familiar with every inch of its body, every touch, every touch. You need to close your eyes and touch it with your hair, and you can immediately know which part of it it is."

"Hair has no sense of touch..."

"Yes, of course~"

To be honest, if she hadn't faced the fear of facing death twice, Maki would not have believed a word of Cheng Rang's "teaching" that seemed like lies.

The seemingly innocent guy in front of him has no serious character. Only when he holds the sword can people feel the suffocating pressure like a mountain.

It was only then that his eyes, as dark and bright as the stars in the dark night, made people afraid to look directly into them.

Maki couldn't suppress her inner curiosity and asked, "Master."

"Um?"

"How strong are you?"

Cheng Rang held his chin, thought for a moment, and replied, "Probably a special grade."

"Special... Conjurer?"

"It should be about the same."

"Then, compared with Teacher Gojo? Which one of you is better?"

"Of course he is stronger!" Cheng Rang replied without hesitation.

"That's it..."

"Okay, the break is over, let's go back to the first question, have you ever been in love?"

"Are you still asking?!"

"Of course." Cheng Rang spread his hands.

Maki looked away, twirled her fingers dishonestly around her temples, and stammered: "No...we haven't talked about it..."

"That's it. Then I'll find you a partner. By the way, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

"Can I not answer?"

"Of course....no."

Looking at Cheng Rang's smiling face in front of her, a chill ran down Maki's spine and she trembled.

"My sexual orientation is normal."

"....So you like girls?"

"Are you crazy?!"

The short farce ended with Cheng Rang handing Maki an ordinary knife.

"What's this?"

"Weapons, do you still have to ask?" Cheng Rang replied.

Maki took the knife, pulled it out of its sheath, and looked at it carefully.

"This is not a magic tool."

"Of course it's not a magic tool, it's just an ordinary long knife for practice. Oh, but it can at least cut a fruit because it's bladed and quite sharp. Be careful."

"I'm not a child anymore..." Maki

With a cold snort, he sheathed the blade.

"Then he will be your husband in the next month."

"...?"

Facing Maki's wonderful and ghostly gaze, a few big words were clearly written on her face: Are you kidding me?

"I'm not kidding you. Husband or wife, whatever you want to call me, this knife will become your closest person after this second. You should treat it as an existence equal to your life."

"I'm not going to sleep with it in my arms...?" Maki's knuckles holding the scabbard turned white, and her face turned blue and purple.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right~" Cheng Rang had a bright smile on his face and added: "You should also take off its clothes when sleeping."

"Aren't you allowed to wear the scabbard too!?"

"Yes~"

"Your sister!"

Chapter 50 Phase One Training

The content of the first phase of training has been decided. After this, Zenyuan Maki will not be able to separate from the knife in her hand for 24 hours, even when sleeping.

"In order to supervise the effectiveness of your training, I will come to snatch the weapons in your hands from time to time." Cheng Rang grasped the handle of the knife in Maki's arms, pulled hard, and took it into his own hands.

"If you are robbed or stolen by me like today, I will beat you up."

"ha?!"

"Hardly~"

"Does this count this time?"

"Of course." Cheng Rang threw the knife he grabbed back into Maki's arms, then took out his original intention and used the knife and sheath as a stick to hit Maki hard.

Regardless of skill or strength, Maki cannot compare with Cheng Rang, but Cheng Rang has given her the conditions to resist.

"It won't be very strong. Even if I hit you, you can be healed immediately. Don't worry about leaving unexplainable wounds on your beautiful little face. As long as you can hold the scabbard I hit, the punishment will be over. "

The blade of the knife struck Maki's resisting arm mercilessly, making a crackling sound. The girl let out a short scream in pain, and kept gritting her teeth in an attempt to hold the sword sheath.

But how could Cheng Rang control the weapon in his hand so easily?

The offensive line is as elusive as a loach. It seems to be able to catch it every time, but every time it slips away by just a hair and hits the body.

"It hurts!"

"If it hurts, take a good look at the attack route and open your eyes."

Phew—pop!

"Damn it!"

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In this way, a few days passed, and no one else paid much attention to the second-year Chanyuan senior who suddenly carried a knife with him. After all, she usually carries weapons, either in a bag or on her back.

....

"Senior Sister from Zenyuan seems to be very fond of that knife recently... I saw her taking a bath with her last time."

With a clang, a drink fell from the vending machine in front of her. Kugizaki Wild Rose reached out and took out the drink cans from the grid, and threw one of them to Fushiguro.

"Can't we install more vending machines? They always run so far..."

Fushiguro took the drink and said, "It's impossible. There aren't many relevant people who can come in."

On the road some distance away from the vending machine, Panda and Inumaki, who were following Zenyuan, looked at the long knife that Maki had been wearing around her waist recently.

This doesn't seem to be a magic tool, right?