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Murata pulled Fu Heihui into the kendo field. He found two unnamed bamboo knives from the iron frame in the lounge, and handed one of them to Fu Heihui: "Just play around, you don't need to change clothes. First Are you getting ready?"

For Murata, it doesn't matter whether the preparatory activities are done or not.He has maintained a state where he can enter the battle at any time all year round, and he will not be injured even if he does not do warm-up activities.

But considering that Fu Heihui is a novice, I asked one more question.

Fu Heihui held the bamboo knife in his hand and nodded: "Okay."

The preparatory activities in the kendo field are actually not much different from the preparatory activities in the school physical education class. It is nothing more than bending and stretching forward and backward, bending on both sides, and turning left and right.It's just that an extra bamboo knife is added, so that the hands don't have to be idle when doing the turning exercise. You need to use the elbow joint to clamp the bamboo knife from the back and turn the waist left and right.

Fu Heihui has not participated in the school's Kendo club, but when he was studying with Gojo Satoru, he also learned swords.

That's why he is also very skilled in chopping. He holds the handle of the knife with both hands, and the tip of the knife goes straight forward--the bamboo knife is slow, and when he swings the front chopping knife from the back of his head, there will be a small gust of wind.

When doing the left chopping action, Fu Heihui naturally looked at Murata beside him.

Murata kept a distance from him, his short hair was tied in a casual little tug with a black rubber band, his sleeves were rolled up, and his hand holding the knife was long and steady.When the bamboo knife was chopping left and right in Murata's hand, it was as smooth as his own arm.

When he swung the knife, his eyes didn't stay on the knife, but looked at an unknown place in front.

After the preparatory activities were over, Murata was still physically strong.Holding the bamboo knife, he asked Fu Heihui, "Come and try?"

Fu Heihui held the knife, and the edge of the knife rose slowly, leveling with Murata's throat.Murata smiled, and switched to holding the knife in his left hand: "I won't bully you, I will switch to my left hand."

Fu Heihui strikes first, chopping up and down.The simplest single-person sword practice posture, used by Fu Heihui, has an extraordinary effect at all-all the power is skillfully transmitted to the tip of the knife and moves along the midline of the body.

The blunt blade of the bamboo knife also made a sound of breaking through the air, and then collided with the bamboo knife in Murata's hand; he blocked Fu Heihui's strike, bent his elbows to approach, and the rough edges of the bamboo knife rubbed against each other to make a small sound.

The blue-colored blade almost touched the black hair hanging down Murata's ears, and the corners of his mouth were turned up with a little smile.

The moment he saw Murata smiling, Fu Heihui felt something was wrong, but it was still a step too late; the bamboo knife in his hand was picked away, and his wrist was numb, and then Murata held down the position of the ribs, and the not-sharp bamboo knife The tip of the knife brushed his neck and hit the wall behind him.

The point where the knife landed was exactly parallel to Fu Heihui's throat.

It happened in a split second, and when it was over, Fu Heihui still had the illusion that the fight was not over.Murata laughed out loud, relieved the strength on his upper body and waist, and laughed so that his whole body was on Fu Heihui's body: "Hahaha, you are so serious—you are really honestly fighting me according to the kendo competition? "

The honest man Fu Heihui was silent for a moment, feeling that his fists were a little hard.

He finally realized what was wrong: he was fighting Murata very seriously according to the requirements of the kendo competition, but Murata fouled at the very beginning.

Murata's opening hand is not a regular game opening hand at all, but it is closer to the usual state of exorcising the curse spirit.

Fu Heihui grabbed the hair at the back of his head angrily, and pulled it without any strength.Murata managed to hold back his laughter, and opened Fu Heihui's hand on the back of his head with his backhand.

He rested his chin on Fu Heihui's shoulder, and lightly poked Fu Heihui's ribs with his fingers: "Are you angry?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

He grabbed Murata's wrist and removed Murata's hand from his ribs: "Not angry."

It is really impossible to tell from the expression whether Fu Heihui is angry or not, because his expression looks like he is angry most of the time.

Murata picked up the bamboo knife he had dropped, and returned it to Fu Heihui, affectionately: "Are you still playing?"

Fu Heihui looked at the knife handed to him: "...play."

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The bamboo knife was sent flying for the second time, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Fu Heihui's forehead.His sleeves were fully rolled up above the elbows, and the layer of muscles covering his forearms was slightly bulging, steaming.

Murata retracted the knife and was also sweating.He blew away a strand of black hair that fell on the tip of his nose, and looked at Fu Heihui with a smile: "I didn't foul this time."

Fu Heihui pressed his numb wrist and said calmly: "Well, you won."

He walked over to pick up the bamboo knife he had been knocked into the air, and Murata lazily followed behind him.The wind blew in from the open sliding door, and the wisteria flowers and leaves collided outside, making a rustling sound, like white sugar falling on paper.

Murata smiled and praised Fuhei: "Hui is stronger than I imagined. Have you ever joined a Kendo Club before?"

Fu Heihui: "Take a few days of classes in the Children's Palace... Then when Mr. Gojo taught melee skills, he also taught a little skill with knives."

"Close combat—"

Murata stroked his chin, thinking: "Is it the kind of unarmed combat without weapons?"

Fu Heihui nodded: "Yes."

Murata continued to walk forward. At this time, Fu Heihui had stopped. He was distracted and didn't pay attention, so he bumped into Fu Heihui's back.He took advantage of the situation and lay on his knees, with both arms on Fu Heihui's shoulders: "No weapons at all?"

The weight on his back had no effect on Fu Heihui. He looked down at the position a little lower in the middle of the bamboo knife in his hand, where Murata had cut a white mark there.

"Are you curious?" he asked.

Murata: "It's really curious, because everything taught in the kendo field is for better swinging swords. There are basically no skills that use pure power without considering the sword..."

Fu Heihui: "Want to try it?"

Murata was puzzled—he was naturally completely defenseless against Fu Heihui—he asked, "Try what..."

Before Murata finished speaking, Fu Heihui grabbed the arm that was on Fu Heihui's shoulder; the inertia force threw him out, but he didn't fall completely.

He began to adjust his position in mid-air, instinctively looking for a foothold, his sight was temporarily blinded by the angle, and before Murata landed, he felt a weight on his waist, and he was crushed to the ground by Fu Heihui's knee against his throat.

The floor of the kendo hall was wiped clean, and Murata could smell the faint aroma of wood when he fell on the floor.The small knot on the back of his head broke apart during the fight, and the rubber band bounced off somewhere, and his short black hair was scattered in a mess.

Fu Heihui paid attention to his strength when he pressed up, and didn't push his knees hard.But when he moved his knee away, there was still a red mark on Murata's white neck.

He moved his knees and sat on Murata's waist.

After being overwhelmed, Murata didn't struggle. He just spread his hands and lay on the floor panting, sweat slid down his forehead to the base of his ears. He bent one arm and rested his forearm on his eyes.

Fu Heihui bent forward slightly, hooked Murata's sweat-drenched short hair off his cheek with his fingers, and said calmly, "You lost."

Murata muffled: "You're making a sneak attack! Sneaking on me! I wasn't even ready, but you did it all of a sudden—I wasn't prepared at all!"

A faint smile appeared on Fu Heihui's face.He lowered his eyes and stared at Murata with emerald eyes: "You also use your left hand."

His cheeks were itchy from Fu Heihui's fingers, Murata hid for a while, and then defended himself confidently: "I'm letting you!"

Fu Heihui: "You are left-handed."

Murata: "..."

What Fu Heihui said was declarative sentences. His tone was so calm that people would unconsciously believe that he was talking about a very serious and serious matter.Murata stared at him for a while with wide eyes, and there was no trace of lying on Fu Heihui's face.

He was at a loss: "How do you know I'm left-handed? I haven't used my left hand in front of you—"

Murata is indeed left-handed.

He feels better when holding a knife with his left hand than his right hand, but Murata usually avoids using his left hand, and mostly uses his right hand in daily life.

Fu Heihui slowly cut Murata's hair, and his expression was still that reliable cool face: "I guessed it, and then I cheated on you."

Murata: "..."

He raised his hands, squeezed Fu Heihui's face with both palms, and forcibly squeezed Brother Ku's face into a bun.Murata gritted his back molars: "Hui, you've learned badly."

Fu Heihui: "You were the one who fouled first, I just learned it casually."

Although his face was squeezed into a ball, Fu Heihui didn't dislike Murata's actions, and let him rub his face back and forth, but concentrated on helping him pick up his hair.

Murata's cheeks and neck were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and a lot of fine hair inevitably stuck to it.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, and patiently brushed away the black hair strands one by one with his fingers.

The slender fingers with calluses rubbed Murata's cheeks all the way to the jaw line, he grabbed Fu Heihui's fingers, raised his eyes, and the red pupils became narrower and longer than usual.

Murata licked his lips and asked, "Do you want to kiss?"

Fu Heihui stopped concentrating on picking up her hair.Murata bent his arms, propped up his upper body with his elbows, and approached him: "Do you want to kiss? I want to kiss you."

His face was full of anticipation, and his pupils became narrower and longer when he was excited, like a beast staring at its prey.Fu Heihui remained silent, but the hand that was originally resting on Murata's cheek changed to support the back of his head, and then the two moved closer.

Breathing is disordered, and occasionally the cheeks and jaws that touch each other are sweaty and warm.

The strings of wisteria hanging from the edge of the porch are gently shaken by the wind, and the densely packed soft petals rustle.The temperatureless spring sun slanted in, and at the junction of the shadow of the sliding door and the bright sunlight, the young man's slender, well-knit hands—fingers were intertwined and intertwined, and the knuckles were the color of rose flowers.

Murata's cheek was buried between Fu Heihui's neck and shoulders, and while adjusting his breathing, he fell into self-doubt: I am right about the breathing method since elementary school, right?

It's true that Megumi hasn't learned the breathing method, right?

I am indeed a swordsman genius, right?

So why did he lose first this time? ? ?

Fu Heihui even had the leisure to pat him on the back with his hands to comfort him.

Murata pushed Fu Heihui's shoulder, distanced himself from him, and frowned: "I don't understand."

Fu Heihui was puzzled: "What do you understand?"

"This unscientific."

Murata stared at Fu Heihui carefully, and said: "I should last longer than you. I have been practicing breathing since elementary school. There is no reason why my vital capacity cannot compare with yours!"

Fu Heihui: "..."

Murata reached out and pinched Fu Heihui's soft and hot face, and repeated: "I don't understand, don't you need to inhale?"

The soft flesh on the cheek was pinched into the shape of a dumpling by Murata, and Fu Heihui said with difficulty: "...you have to inhale when you kiss, right?"

Murata: "I understand the truth, but I will be out of breath in the end - won't you?"

Fu Heihui blinked, her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings.As soon as he made such a movement, Murata's heart felt inexplicably itchy, and the movements of his hands became much lighter.

"Yes, but you don't have to breathe in."

Murata: "...???"

He let go of Fu Heihui's hand, shocked: "What kind of operation is this? Can you still not inhale? Do you also have an invincible substitute?"

Fu Heihui didn't realize that Murata was running the train with his mouth full of jokes, and even explained to Murata very seriously: "It can be done by adjusting the spell power. Li, you are too used to breathing, so it is easy to mess up the rhythm Can't breathe."

Murata, who was suddenly popularized with strange knowledge: "Wow——"

Fu Heihui pressed his waist and said calmly, "Do you want to try again?"

Murata was a little moved.He looked at Fu Heihui's long and dense eyelashes, and his reddened face, and was even more moved - but.

He rubbed his face, and fell headfirst into Fu Heihui's arms: "Forget it, try again next time, my tongue is numb."

"Just hold it for a while, I don't want to move for now."

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes and put his arms around his waist: "Okay."

Just after the activity, both of them are actually very hot.But Murata was too lazy to move, so Fu Heihui just hugged him casually, and the places where their skins touched were flushed.

After hugging for a while, Fu Heihui felt the hair on the back of his head being pulled down by Murata; Murata didn't use any special force, Fu Heihui followed the force in his hand, leaned back, and looked at Murata calmly with green eyes.

When he obediently raised his head, Murata felt that he was doing something bad to Fu Heihui—probably because Fu Heihui's face always gave people a beautiful and fragile feeling.

Murata let go of Fu Heihui's hair, and the two of them only had overlapping arms under the spring sun, but their bodies were completely hidden in the shadow of the sliding door.

The shadow cast by the flower strings swayed over Fu Heihui's eyelashes, and Murata felt itchy to touch him——after raising his hand, he paused, and Murata lowered his voice: "Or, shall we try again?"