Chapter 113 – Power Difference #2 (Quantity Added)
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Sudden neck stabbing is difficult to prevent.
But that’s a story when your posture isn’t right.
Before being stabbed, Miura was clearly fully prepared.
Moreover, he was in a suspended position, and if he had been well prepared, he could have blocked it with a slight movement of his hand.
But Miura couldn’t do that.
Because Miura’s instantaneous power is lagging behind? Not.
Matsuda was just too good.
Miura cleverly penetrated the area where it was difficult to move, and inserted the bamboo sword precisely at the timing when he was performing the movement.
Although the breath was somewhat subdued, there was enough spirit to feel that it was qi, the bamboo sword was stretched out powerfully, and even the movements were not superfluous.
Although his footsteps looked sluggish, he performed well until the end of the ki specimen match, so I couldn’t help but give him a bout.
When evaluated objectively, except for a few minor problems, it could be said to be a good blow.
As much as I thought it was cool for a moment.
A sophomore who had dug deep into kendo would have stopped it.
However, it was too much for Miura, who was still a beginner.
I can’t even stop knowing. It was an attack with such fierce momentum.
‘It’s too much…’
There would be a difference in her skills… No, I knew there would be a difference in her talent, but she didn’t know it would be this far.
‘What should I do…?’
I’d like to stop it now… But if the game was stopped here, Miura’s pride would be seriously hurt.
When I said I wanted to do sparring earlier, I could see that the spirit of good luck was burning.
Even so, what was difficult to leave alone was the anxiety about the second round.
If it ended in an instant like before, it would take a huge blow to her mentality…
Of course, even Miura was in a state where she hadn’t shown her skills, but even taking that into consideration, she could say that there was no chance of winning.
“You’re good.”
Miura, who was checking to see if her face was crooked, praised Matsuda.
Hearing that grave voice, Lenka internally let out a sigh of relief.
Because she did not waver in Miura’s tone of voice.
It means she is in good control of herself.
I was a little angry, but I thought it would be okay to think of it as fighting spirit.
Renka, who was trying to stop her game, caught her heart, and she caught her breath as Miura tried to stand opposite her Matsuda.
“I will rest for a while. Her blows are too strong and she needs time to recover.”
“Did I do something wrong again?”
“… Not to that extent.”
“All right.”
After replying leisurely, Matsuda turned around without hesitation and approached Chinami, who was struggling to suppress her joy.
“You told me to be careful with the first blow… I’m sorry.”
Miura, who came to her side before she knew it, her apology.
Lenka with her gentle smile shook her head.
“Nope. Don’t be too burdened If you’re okay with it, I’d like to give you one piece of advice. How about it?”
“I am fine.”
“Your specialty is long-term play. It focuses on close combat, repelling, and defense, and since Matsuda uses the upper left, the left side will be empty when attacking. When the opportunity arises, she focuses on it and drags it into the mud. Don’t try to increase your distance. The upper range is long.”
“All right.”
“It’s not bad to hit your head as soon as you start.”
“Yes? But the head defense is good at the top.”
“If you hit the head and cling to it, you’ll think it’s a fight on the back of the nose. I’m sure he’ll try to push you away, but then pretend to be pushed away and hit your wrist.”
“Yes. Hit the head and throw wrists… Hit the head and throw wrists…”
Miura muttered as if trying to engrave the strategy into her brain.
Lenka burst into laughter at that innocent look.
“Of course, Matsuda won’t sit still, so it’s good to get out of here quickly if things don’t seem right. Always think before playing the game. If you obsess too much about winning or losing, your body will stiffen up, so it’s okay to take your time. Do as you normally would.”
“It seems like it will be difficult to maintain family ties due to poor distance control, but I will try.”
“It’s normal. The upper part is covered with a bamboo sword, so it’s hard to gauge the distance. Is your neck okay?”
“Uh… I’m fine now, but at the time I was hit, I was out of breath.”
“Let’s see you sometime.”
Lenka tugged at Homyeon’s neck guard and slightly lowered her upper body.
“Boo, manager…! It’s too close…!”
Ignoring Miura’s naive voice, she said after checking the condition of her throat.
“I don’t see any bruises. You can stop if it hurts a lot.”
“Oh, no. I will continue.”
“Okay. Cheer up.”
“Yes, manager…!”
How can you answer so eagerly?
Is encouragement strong?
Or is it a burning desire?
Whatever it is, it’s not a bad thing.
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A snort comes out.
To examine Tetsuya’s smelly body right in front of my eyes.
I’ll pay for all the punishment for my arrogant behavior later.
The pattern of the 2nd round was different from the 1st round.
At the same time as Lenka’s signal to start, Tetsuya stomped his feet quickly and approached, aiming for the defense-hardened head.
Fuck-!
After easily blocking his head, I frowned as Tetsuya approached him in a fight.
I don’t like bumping into his filthy body, but since I’m wearing a protective gear, it’ll be fine.
I lowered his arm to block Tetsuya’s shinobi.
Kagak-!
A distance close enough for the Hogu to touch.
When I pushed Tetsuya with a slight force on his arm to free him, his body slid backwards.
Seeing as they are retreating without even holding out, they are aiming for a retreat.
I think you got some advice from Lenka… Maybe you should pretend to hold on for a bit.
It’s too easy to read.
And the retreat range is large, creating a range that is good for me to hit.
Snorting inwardly, I stared straight at Tetsuya, who had distanced himself, and swung his arm.
Whoa-! Damn-!
Tetsuya’s waist, and around my wrists, resonated with a light sound unique to bamboo.
They hit each other’s body parts almost at the same time, but the wrist I hit was an area where no points could be scored, while the waist area Tetsuya hit was a perfect lattice part.
But I couldn’t make one.
Because what touched Tetsuya’s waist was not the lattice part of the bamboo sword, but the central spine.
Due to the nature of kendo, which is invalid if you hit it outside the grid, it didn’t feel like a bout at all.
This was what I fully intended.
Even though I was able to aim for a fight, I deliberately stretched out my arms to play with Tetsuya.
Pretending that distance control is clumsy.
“Urg…!”
Tetsuya, who allowed the blow so vainly, clenched his teeth tightly.
A guy who would have been timid in the past is trying to rebel, but he seems to have grown more courageous since joining the kendo club.
Before Tetsuya could regain his composure, I jumped at him and struck him with my shinai.
“Ugh…!”
Terrified, Tetsuya tried to lift one arm, but the bamboo sword had already touched his shoulder.
Wow-!
The raphe curves in an arcuate shape and then returns again.
Hitting is no joke. I thought it was a useless body, but it still had some value.
“Ugh…”
Tetsuya let out a moan as if enduring pain.
It shouldn’t be painful because of the long stretches on both sides of the lake to protect the shoulders, but it’s a lot of pain.
What hurts is my wrist that was hit by your blind bamboo sword.
I mean, I’m still dizzy.
If you want to hit the bare skin right below Ho Wan.
The sparring that followed was a one-sided beating.
Tetsuya, who confidently said that he would not fall behind me, was only focused on defending the offensive.
You can see that the guy’s eyes are getting more and more confused.
It would be ridiculous.
I trained really hard, and now I think it’s worth trying, but I’m getting beaten without even fighting properly.
Blah blah! Jump!
Head, waist and even back.
Acting like I was gradually losing my temper, I beat Tetsuya excitedly without hurting him.
“Stop! Stop it!”
Then, hearing Lenka’s angry cry, she stopped all movement.
I looked at the guy who was cornered and was on the verge of going outside, then turned my head to Lenka.
“Is it one round?”
“A round…? Are you kidding me? What are you doing now…”
When Lenka, who laughed out loud, tried to say something to me,
“Brother! What are you doing!”
Chinami rushed over and hit the face I wrote very weakly with her fist.
Bean!
“The move your junior showed me was just violence! You weren’t in the mood for a legitimate attack at all!”
Bean! Bean!
“The bamboo sword your junior is holding is not an iron pipe or a baseball bat! How naughty!”
Bean! Bean! Bean!
The way he tries to discipline me while standing on tiptoe is cute.
Come to think of it, I think something similar happened to me in the first Dalian…
I, who silently accepted Chinami’s cute attack, expressed my apology.
“Sorry. I was excited because my wrist was hit hard earlier.”
“A wrist? Are you talking about the first workshop?”
“Yes.”
“See you somewhere.”
After taking off my Howan, I rolled up the sleeves of my uniform and showed my wrists.
The skin was dyed red and slightly swollen.
Seeing this, Chinami was taken aback.
“Ah… You look very sick…?”
She touches it with her own thin hands.
Sensing her sting, I twitched one of her eyebrows, and she said hers.
“It’s okay…?”
“Yes. I just have to endure it.”
“I’ll give you some medicine later. It’s common for newbies to get emotional when they’re sparring. But even so, this incident is clearly the junior’s fault. Just now… It was an act that went far beyond the framework of martial arts. Had it been a real match, I would have been forfeited for violating morals.”
“I will be careful in the future. I apologize to Miura separately.”
While I was getting scolded by Chinami, Lenka next to her was also checking on Tetsuya’s condition.
“It’s okay?”
“Yes… I am fine…”
Tetsuya’s voice was deeply locked.
It was despair at the overwhelming skill gap.
Sensing Tetsuya’s feelings, Lenka stood him up and patted him on the back.
“I’m resting for a while.”
He was drooping like a puppy soaked in the rain.
His ego must have been scratched a bit.
Did you realize that it was you who was conceited and not me?
Be proud of yourself and come back to get beaten up later.
And since your role for today is over, go back to your inn and do whatever you want.
“Chinami. I want to talk to Matsuda alone for a moment, is that okay?”
The words of Lenka, who strode towards us.
Chinami, who had been scolding me for blowing out her snort, shook her head.
“Ah… Yes. Don’t mess around too much. Because I just said a harsh word.”
“… I will. Follow me, Matsuda.”
Lenka calls out to me with a cold voice and leaves the training room.
After I followed and closed the door, Lenka said with a calm tone.
“Chinami might not have noticed, but I know. I mean, you picked out the part that only had Hogu and hit it. From the outside, he seemed very excited… Isn’t the hitting point too accurate for such a person?”
“What do you want to say?”
“I did that on purpose… I mean. The fact that she hit Miura, who was on the defensive, not in a kendo stance, but like a thug with a weapon… I can’t help but think that this was to get her personal revenge on Miura, or to humiliate her… Could I be wrong?”
Saw it correctly
I replied by keeping my mouth shut as if I had nothing to say.
Then Lenka chinned my wrist and she asked.
“Are your wrists okay?”
“Yes. It’s okay.”
“When I was a beginner, I used to get angry just by being hit by one. He was greedy and couldn’t afford to lose, and he wanted to pay it back somehow. But… I think you went too far. Your behavior is beyond the bounds of competitive desire.”
“I admit it.”
“Still, it’s good that you meekly admit your mistake. Chinami is weak against you. He’s a good-natured kid, so he can’t say harsh words. So I’ll try to replace it. You have talent However, his personality is so arrogant and fiery that he is not suitable for kendo practice.”
It’s slowly getting started.
“You mean quit?”
“It’s not like that. It means that you will guide me.”
“Gyedo?”
“Let’s fight with me. It’s not a map match like last time, it’s a match like a real match.”
Properly asked.
Tetsuya was a very good bait.
“Like a real match…? The manager directly with me?”
“Okay. Aren’t those the pants you wanted? He said he wanted to fight hard. I’ll do it. No?”
“No, no … I’d be grateful if the manager did it, but … It sounds like you’re going to fix her habit. And honestly, when you look at it objectively, the difference between us is huge.”
“Is it because you’re afraid of losing?”
Could it be that
I could lose dozens or even hundreds of times if I could get what I wanted.
I said scratching the back of her head.
“It’s not like that… I think I should bet something for motivation.”
“Are you walking? What?”
“One point.”
“… One point?”
“Every time I bring a point from the manager, grant me one wish.”
At her out of the blue proposal, Lenka’s eyes widened.
