Pirate’s Hell

Asano Mizue reached out and threw Asano Keigo aside, and put her arms around Madame's shoulder.

"Actually, my dear, facing the friendly match between our school’s kendo club and the Hongdi Academy’s kendo club to be held this weekend." Pointing to the five junior students standing in front of him, he said, "I want you to exercise these. child."

"Huh?" Looking at the nameless, thin and weak student in front of him, Madaramo said, "These nasty children?"

"Yes." Asano Ruihui explained: "So I want to use your power to make them a little manly."

In Asano Mizue's eyes, these people are really not enough compared to the corner of Madarame.

"That..." A boy standing in the middle took a step and said cautiously: "Please make me more manly."

Madaramo gave him a corner, then looked away.

"Impossible, impossible." Keigo Asano waved his hand behind him, gloating, "Big Brother Yijio won't participate in youth club activities, right, Big Brother Yijiuo."

As if he didn't hear Keigo Asano at all, Madaram thought for a while, then suddenly grinned, revealing an inexplicable smile.

"Okay, I accept it."

"Really?" Keigo Asano leaned to the side and said.

"This strange woman has a kindness to me for one night and one meal."

"Great, dear."

Hearing that the corner of Madarame agreed so happily, Asano Mizue hurriedly stepped on his arm excitedly.

Since Madarame Ichikaku had already agreed, the Yuki Ayasegawa who was with him had no choice but to wave his hand and walk away.

"It has nothing to do with me"

"Wait a minute, Yuki..." Keigo Asano shouted from behind, seeing the Ayasegawa Yuki leaving.

Madaramo snorted and said loudly, "Huh, this man with no masculinity."

"Anyway, my dear." Asano Mizuki doesn't care so much, she never wanted to ask Ayasegawa Yumi to help from the beginning to the end. In his mind, the corner of Madarame was enough to see, "My dear, just Get rid of you."

"Thank you." The unknown lower grade student bowed deeply to the corner of Zhumamu.

That being the case, there is no need to say any verbose words, and the corner of Madarame immediately shouted with a fierce expression.

"Oh! My teaching is cruel!" He looked full of energy.

There is no time to rest. In the next two days, training that is cruel to humans is being carried out.

Under the pressure of a corner of Madarame, these lower grade students gave up their time in class, pulled the cart full of rice with their bodies on the playground, performed leapfrogs on the steps, sat on their knees, and pressed a few on their knees. Bluestone slabs in ten catties, heavy stones tied to the legs...

For two consecutive days and two nights of such training, it seems to Keigo Asano that it has nothing to do with Kendo, but to Mizue Asano, the dear in her eyes must have his thoughts...

Finally on the third day of school, the members couldn't hold on anymore, and Madame's voice came from the Kendo Club.

"You won't be retreating." Madame looked at the few members in front of him who didn't want to move, said in a deep voice.

"No way." The middle team member sitting on the ground with his back against the wall whispered: "Body..."

There was a cut, and the corners of Madara's mouth curled, "It's useless."

It was quiet for a long time, no one dared to say a word. After a long while, the thin boy in the middle looked up at the corner of Madarame, and said intermittently, "I...I'm fine."

The corner of Madarame was a little surprised, "I thought you would be the first to break down. You have a good momentum, come on."

The corner of Madarame picked up the wooden sword and pointed at him. The boy immediately stood up, raised the wooden sword, and stood on the opposite side of the corner of Madarame in an attacking posture.

The next moment, the wooden sword in his hand was easily flew out by the corner of Madame, and the boy felt a little pain in his wrists.

"Is your aura only this level?" Madame corner said in a deep voice.

The boy felt a little helpless looking at his painful wrist. He wanted to avenge his kendo club seniors, but he didn't expect that he would be so useless.

Breathing out, enduring the pain, he picked up the wooden sword on the ground again, turned around and slashed at the corner of Madarame. Once he staggered, it seemed that Madame did not move, and the boy had fallen down.

"Your attack is too straightforward." Madara put a corner of the wooden sword and said to the boy lying on the ground, "look for the enemy's flaws."

"But there is no flaw at all."

"Stop talking nonsense! Before you find the flaw, keep going, come on! Come on! Come on!"

The boys attacked the corner of Madarame time and time again, and fell down again and again. Fortunately, he could still stand up.

Finally it’s time for school, Madarame corner gave everyone a break, and then came to wash their faces under the tap on the school campus. After all, after wearing a thick kendo costume for a day and sweating a lot, Keigo Asano took it for him behind him. With towels.

"That..." Keigo Asano looked at the hot spot of Madarame behind him, and asked in a low voice, "I took the liberty to ask, why do you work so hard?"

She stopped washing her face, let the water flow on her bald head, and Madara answered, "That's because I think it's funny..."

Unexpectedly, it would be such an answer, but Keigo Asano changed his mind. He was originally a strange person. Anything is possible.

"That's it, because it's funny." Then he passed the towel over, "Are you kidding me?"

Wiping his face clean, Madame stood up and looked at the people who were still training in the room of the Kendo Department in the distance: "I haven't seen it for a long time, this kind of eyes desperately trying to become stronger."

"Really returning to youth..."

In the early morning of the next day, Ichikaku Madame and Keigo Asano came to the kendo club early and looked at the people who had become wounded after a few days of training. When they hit the ground with a wooden sword, they said harshly, "What are you doing? Yeah!"..