My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

"If it's just a competition of physical skills, Xia Ye should be able to win."

Standing on the edge of the training ground with two classmates, Zenyuan Maki stood on the edge of the training ground with a badly worn practice stick, and said in a rather firm tone.

"If you don't count magic power, Yuta's strength is not outstanding, and Xia Ye's strength is also not outstanding, but compared to the speed of reflex nerves or the threat of strikes, Xia Ye is a very dangerous type as long as he holds something in his hand."

"Salmon!"

Probably because after confirming the relationship, I consciously brought in "one prosperity, one loss, one loss". Listening to Maki's affirmation of my wife Natsuno's physical skills, I felt very happy to be praised by the dog curly spine, and expressed approval, and even Symbolically raised his arms to show off the muscles covered under the sleeves of his clothes.

——My cat is super awesome!

"Ji, you have also consciously entered the boyfriend state."

Pang Da sighed faintly, then turned his back, stared at the center of the training ground, and asked casually:

"Speaking of which, Ji, is Xia Ye's current physical condition okay? Last night I heard that you guys were having a super intense game. Will it affect the competition?"

"--tuna?!!"

——Panda, why can you hear it? ! !

Gou Juanji suddenly turned pale with fright, turned his head suddenly, and a string of rice ball fillings jumped out of his mouth like a machine gun:

"Kombu Dried Bonito Pickled Takacai! Mentaiko Dried Bonito, Tuna!!!"

——Obviously you and Yuta shouldn’t be able to hear you upstairs!And he didn't make too much noise last night, but he had tried it secretly before, even if he put his ears on the floor, the sound he heard was so vague that there was almost no sound, so why did you hear it, Panda! ! !

"Ah, what a great reaction."

Instead, Panda showed a slightly surprised expression:

"It turns out that you guys really did it again last night—I said Ji, let Xia Ye have a rest anyway? You just tossed him so much that he couldn't get out of bed the day before yesterday."

"Hmph." Zenyuan Maki glanced sideways: "A male high school student who is blinded by impulse."

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

——So you didn’t hear it?Excessive, actually cheating.

"Dried bonito!"

So the silver-haired spellcaster flattened his upper eyelids, gave the two classmates an angry look, and pulled his collar upwards.

——It was not blinded by impulse, and Xia Ye was the one who took the initiative.

The dog curly spine moved his eyes back to the training ground, and fell on the cute and harmless pink-haired cat holding a short knife in his hand.

——Xia Ye, even if he doesn't call out the crushing "deus", he is still very strong just by virtue of physical skills and the ability to use various weapons.

Just like what Maki said, Natsuno is the type who is dangerous as long as there is something in his hand. Even a ballpoint pen with a plastic shell can be as threatening as Maki's naginata in his hand, but the side The focus is a little different.

Maki focuses on strength, skill and destructiveness, while Xia Ye...he seems to have twisted all his advantages into one rope, aiming only at the opponent's fatal point. Every time he strikes, he greets the vital point, forcing the opponent to block and defend , is another kind of "very strong" at an extraordinarily ferocious level.

Like... like in his dream.

……

The dog curly thorn had a dream again last night.

After taking a bath again and sleeping back on the bed with the pink fur cat that smelled of sweet peaches in his arms, he soon fell into a dark dream.

It is almost exactly the same as the dream I had last time in Fuyuki, the only difference is that it is clearer and more impressive, and the "silent film" like a child's graffiti before the scene is clear, pushes forward slightly, just like unlocking branch permissions in the game, you can see to a part.

Still from the perspective of the third person, it seems that I have become a transparent person, following behind "Xia Ye" uncontrollably, and sometimes the perspective is flying in the sky, floating like a god, watching the reality The very distinctive pink-haired boy raised a blood-stained sharp weapon with a cold face, or a smile full of enthusiasm for blood.

It seems to be a sharp weapon picked up at random, sometimes it is a kitchen knife, sometimes it is a sharp iron pipe with a sharp head picked up at random, and sometimes it is something he is more familiar with, taken out of the fire tool box fire axe.

The handle is painted bright red or a warning red color, and when the handle is dragged on the ground, there will be a horrible sound of steel dragging, which seems to be because it is easy to obtain and very handy. The fire ax slashed at many things, including curse spirits, unidentifiable "monsters", machines, and people.

Except for "Natsuno" in the dream, there are people I have never seen before. There is no himself, no Panda and Maki, no Yuta and Gojo-sensei, and occasionally I can hear a clear and vague conversation, but most of the time They were all silent, and the dog curly thorn had already begun to feel that this dream was a bit unusual. After all, the probability of having such a clear and identical dream was really too low.

And... In Xia Ye's dream, there was always a depressing smell of blood around him, which made people have to pay attention to it.

The dream fast-forwarded to that strange circular magic circle again, this time it did not stop abruptly, but went down a short distance.

Moreover, he also heard a voice.

The guy whose face was covered by the shadow seemed to be talking to Xia Ye, and asked in a meaningful voice:

"Using the Holy Grail in the way of Heroic Spirits?"

Whether it's the "Heroic Spirit" or the "Holy Grail", the dog curly thorn doesn't know what it is, it may be related to another mysterious power, he thinks so-but it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that he heard Xia Ye's voice for the first time in this dream.

It seems that he hasn't spoken for a long time, all the activities are under his eyes, but because the vision is the third person watching, he can only see the back of Xia Ye's pink head, and then the slightly hoarse familiar voice ringing in his ears .

"Ah."

"Xia Ye" in the dream replied:

"Using the dislocation of time and space, avoiding the eyes and ears of the world consciousness through the summoning of heroic spirits...then——"

Speaking of this, "Xia Ye" seemed to be imbued with strong expectations even in his voice, the voice was obviously familiar soft and light, but at this moment even the tone of voice rose up a little strangely, Gou Juanji heard him explain:

"Then—you can go to the second week."

***

"..."

Pulling his thoughts back from last night's dream again, Goujuanji subconsciously glanced at the back of his left hand. On it, he could already see the outline, but the edges were still blurred into a small piece of red marks.

At first glance, it looks a bit like a water pen that has been scribbled and not wiped clean, but if you look closely, you can see that it is red from under the skin, a light layer floating on the back of the hand, but the color is rich like Blood spilled from the wound.

...Speaking of which, because the atmosphere was so good every time before, the two quickly rolled together, so every time he wanted to ask Xia Ye what he knew about this mark, he was interrupted.

I don't know if it was intentional, but one thing is certain - Xia Ye does have some understanding of this situation, and he has confirmed that there is no threat to himself, otherwise he would not even occasionally stare at him expectantly The back of the hand, as if this is something very good.

It is precisely because of this that the dog curly thorn did not intend to find a home for nitrous, but let the bright red outline on the back of his hand, and then slowly solidified, and finally formed a mysterious and strange pattern, which was printed on his hand. on the back of the hand.

...Although I don't feel anything, and he seems to be quite handsome, but I always feel very curious, so next time I have time, I will ask Natsuno.

The dog curled up thinking so, and then brought his attention back to the training ground.

Neither Natsuno nor Yuta used mana, but only relied on their tone of voice and physical strength to fight - similar to what Maki said, and his judgment, when all factors of mana were excluded, the person holding something in his hand Xia Ye was so vicious that the opponent almost used most of his moves to defend back.

Xia Ye used a pocket knife, and Yuta still used the sword that Gojo-sensei gave him before. Although it was practice, the two of them did not use wooden weapons friendly, or, in fact, in most cases, Gao The sparring in the special school will also come with real swords and guns, unless like the first-year Hui, you start from unfamiliar.

The sounds of "clang, clang, clang" sounded one after another, almost densely connected into an uninterrupted line, and Gou Juanji heard Pan Da and Maki sigh softly.

"All the points are vital points... Maki, did you see it? Throat, heart, eyes, and temples, Natsuno's knife tip can turn all these places in a second."

"Yuta is also a little troubled, Xia Ye's type is no longer something that can only be dealt with by dealing with curse spirits."

Zenin Maki replied calmly:

"It's a threat when fighting people, and Xia Ye magnified this threat to the maximum, and there is no unnecessary movement at all. If it is used to kill people, it will definitely be very convenient, right?"

"...Maki, your words are kind of scary."

In the field, the sound of "clang, clang, clang" metal collisions still did not stop. Boys of this age always have a certain love for knives, so the dog curly spine can also recognize it. The pocket knife Xia Ye used was a spider c66. The practicability, viewing, and threat are all excellent. The sharp blade almost becomes an afterimage, densely packed like a series of water droplets, stabbing at Yuta's vital point, and then blocked by the sword grid, knocking out the "metal collision" Clang clang" sound.

It wasn't until this time that Xia Ye's particularly sharp aggressiveness could be seen. The ruthless murderous aura was the same as the attack where the point of attack was the key. A guy with a very low mental capacity, maybe just staring at the pair of devilish pink pupils, will be frightened by the murderous killing intent inside, and his hairs will stand on end.

This scene is also very familiar, the spellcaster thought calmly.

It was also a scene he had seen in a dream, and it was only skipped for a moment, but as a clear scene of the man in this weird dream, he still firmly remembered it.

The same is the spider c66 folding knife, the same dense "clang clang" sound of metal collisions, in reality Natsuno is competing with Yuta, but in the dream, what stops the spider c66 blade is the cold and hard duckweed with metallic luster abduct.