“That’s right…”


    There are angry waves hidden under the calm sea.


    "So, how are you going to take responsibility for this ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


    With the sound of the wind and the voice that was about to break, the wooden knife whistled.


    "If you can''t forget what you saw just now, let me beat you until you lose your memory, Madarachia!"


    "I''ll die! I won''t forget such a beautiful memory!"


    While reacting normally, I started the spin again and flashed to the other party''s side - just pulling out a bamboo sword from the suitcase on the edge of the room.


    Tsk, why didn’t I bring out the pure white bra? Is this a kind of butterfly effect?


    Forget it, "that" doesn''t work for me anyway...


    "Good memories? Ahhh, it seems that they must be covered with **** memories!"


    "Bao! If you do this, I will fight back!"


    The girl was stunned, and then her mood seemed to calm down a little.


    "Wow? Are you coming? You have always been an overwhelming victory against me in the past, but now, it just makes me lose my shame!"


    "Scholars should treat each other with admiration for three days - we haven''t seen each other for six years. You have made progress, but don''t be complacent just because you won the middle school championship!"


    As I said that, I dragged my sword and leaped over, and chose a tricky angle to slash my sword and intersected with my bamboo sword.


    despair…


    The bamboo sword was slashed away by the wooden knife with all its strength, but it was not that I was unable to match it, but that it was done on purpose.


    "Eh?"


    With a surprised expression, I, who had actually given up on the bamboo sword, had already approached her and crashed into her arms - that was a distance that the wooden sword could not return to the defense even if it was too late.


    My right arm spreads horizontally and presses down, temporarily holding my wrist, so that the wooden knife cannot exert force, and my left hand uses the momentum to rush forward and attack!


    Dong...


    The sound of falling.


    “Um…”


    Wu opened his eyes.


    "Huh?"


    Judging from the trend just now, I should have "knocked" the slaughter to the ground, but now the situation is that I am below and she is lying on me.


    Obviously, it was me who seized the opportunity to create this "protective" situation - a common scene from the harem to the two-dimensional world.


    "Ah, is it okay, slaughter?"


    "Uh, um...huh?"


    The girl''s voice changed due to the "common plot" - my left hand, by a silly... Well, I deliberately entered the kendo uniform and grabbed a ball of warm and soft stuff.