I saw the countdown to their death

All of them looked earnestly and spoke sincerely. Miyajima Qingluan narrowed his eyes and passed through the gap between the crowd, locking on Hideto Yamamoto who was watching with half of his head out.

So, she nodded slightly, and suddenly let go of her left hand, only to hear a 'click', and Ma Shan Kazuki's bamboo sword was thrown to the ground.

When the members of the Kendo Department saw that there was something going on, they all showed joyful smiles on their faces, but before they could speak again, the smiles froze on their faces.

I saw Miyajima Qingluan dropped a sword and stood up straight, holding the sword on his right chest with both hands, the sword and shoulder level... The eight-phase structure is used for multi-target opening hands!

Hattori Ichiro was startled, "Miyajima, you..."

Miyajima Qingluan's eyes were neither sad nor happy, her red lips parted slightly, and she spit out a few creepy words from her mouth, "Wu Nian is a knife that spreads, Miyajima Qingluan."

Hattori Ichiro was startled suddenly, the hairs all over his body exploded, and the hand holding the bamboo sword trembled.

No, no thought, one knife flow... all, all passed on?

The members of the Kendo Club felt a little thirsty, even though they opened their mouths, they couldn't say anything to dissuade them... The real combat school is a swordsman!But she hasn't even used any one-knife technique from the beginning to now!

why?

Why do you self-report your genre at this time, why do you dare to self-report your genre, because you have reached that level!In this modern age when swordsmanship is dead, how many 17-year-old Jiechuan are there among all Japanese swordsmen?No, that's not right, it's not just spread, it reaches the level of exempting everyone from spreading, even when self-reporting the genre, it's just shouting spread!

lie?Impossible, people who practice swords will lie, but it is impossible to lie in this aspect alone!

She is not a master, but a master of swordsmanship!Aoyama High School actually hides a master swordsman!

"Scatter, scatter..." Hattori Ichiro shouted suddenly: "Scatter!"

With a trembling sound, the members of the Kendo Department scattered to the sides with a 'crash'. They couldn't be provoked, they couldn't fight together, and they didn't dare to fight, they didn't deserve it.

Now the way they look at Yamamoto has changed, it's over, Yamamoto, you are over, as long as you don't get killed on the spot today, Miyajima Qingluan will be fine.

Now it is not as simple as the national conference. As long as she is studying here, it will be the school's honor to spread the news.

"you……"

As the crowd dispersed, Hideto Yamamoto froze suddenly, and the person who was blocking him was gone, only the expressionless Miyajima Qingluan holding a bamboo sword in his sight.

Spread the knife all the time?

Yamamoto was in a hurry, his eyes slowly opened wide, his legs started to feel weak, and his breathing became short of breath. He had already begun to regret the behavior of his head just now.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze, and shouted to his companion almost madly: "Liar, she is lying, how can there be a person of this age who is given to Jie Chuan, and it is not ancient! She is not one-shot, she is a lie, are you idiots?" ? She has never used a one-shot technique!"

Hideto Yamamoto panicked and turned his head to look frantically, "Don't believe her, stop her, swords, take your swords! Together, you can defeat her. You must maintain the majesty of the Kendo Club!"

Go together?majesty?

The members of the Kendo Club took a step back one after another, looking at Hideto Yamamoto who was terrified. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, sarcasm, sadness, pity, and gloating.

fraud?You and Kazuki Masugi are friends, right?Ma Shan is so conceited, have you seen when he declared himself a genre?No matter how stupid and arrogant he was, he didn't dare to declare himself a school!It is not allowed to self-report the genre before, and the lack of academic skills makes the entire genre a laughing stock. It is not your opponent who troubles you afterwards.

Maybe he was kicked out now, but in ancient times, he would be cleaned up. Do you think Miyajima Qingluan is stupider than you?

Instigate your friends to bully others, and attack people who have never held a sword when their skills are not as good as others, you deserve it!Return the glory of kendo, your learning sword is an insult to kendo!

At this point, you still encourage everyone to go together?Cerebral palsy is the only one with you, so get the fuck out of here by yourself!

Yamamoto suddenly let out a scream, and was kicked from behind by someone, staggered and fell forward, kneeling on the ground with a 'plop'.

After a 'buzz' in his mind, his thoughts went blank. He raised his head tremblingly, and what caught his eyes was a discarded bamboo sword, and a pair of outdoor round-toed leather boots beside him.

Yamamoto started to tremble again, he didn't even dare to lift his head, sweat dripped down on the wooden floor, he opened his mouth and stammered, "Yes, yes, yes, sorry..."

But suddenly, Yamamoto, who was in extreme panic, changed his voice, and quickly reached out and picked up the bamboo sword!

"Sorry, go to hell!"

He grinned grimly, without even looking at it, he stabbed upwards with the bamboo sword.

"Bang!!!"

A dull voice came, Miyajima Qingluan retracted his feet, and Yamamoto Hideto, who was wearing armor and weighed at least one hundred and sixty-seven kilograms, soared into the air, flying to one side like a kite with a broken string. At the same time, Yin Hong The blood also drew an arc in the air, dripping and splashing on the wooden board.

"pat-"

Hideto Yamamoto fell heavily five meters away, struggling, but couldn't get up for a long time.

This kick made his handsome face swell a lot, the corners of his lips were cracked, and his mouth was full of blood... He started to cough, and coughed up a puddle of sticky blood, which he spit out together with the blood. There are two teeth.

"Da da da--"

The creepy footsteps sounded again in the venue, and Yamamoto, whose head was in a daze, trembled again, almost frightened out of his wits.

He kicked his legs quickly, wanting to get up and escape from here quickly, but before he got up, Miyajima Qingluan had already walked behind him, and raised the bamboo sword high.

"Bang - kacha!"

The dull beating sound was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, and Hideto Yamamoto was hit on the shoulder with a famous sword technique. As soon as he stood up, he fell down heavily, and then let out a heart-piercing scream while clutching his shoulder .

"Gudong."

The members of the Kendo Club swallowed hard, and the audience in Class D fell silent. It was too scary, and someone was about to run away.

Because the shoulder guard is connected to the visor, and he had already taken off the visor when he lost, so this cut was really cut on the shoulder... It looks like it should be broken.

"Ah!!! Shoulders! Help, help me!!! She wants to kill me!"

Hideto Yamamoto howled crazily, moving his body back quickly while howling, but none of the dozens of people in the arena dared to step forward to stop them, and no one dared to speak a word of persuasion.

"Snapped--"

With a sharp swing of the bamboo sword, it hit Hideto Yamamoto on the other side of the face, and another stream of blood flew out of his mouth along with two teeth. Now he could no longer utter an indistinct scream or call for help. , even the consciousness is a little fuzzy.

He could only shake his head and let out a low whimper.

Miyajima Qingluan looked at the dying Yamamoto expressionlessly, and finally set his eyes on his right hand.

The boy who fought with two swords just now has lost his left hand, and now there is only this one left.

So, she stepped up, and slowly raised the bamboo sword, aiming at the elbow joint...

As soon as this action appeared, the members of the Kendo Club were full of disbelief, and Class D even screamed, and screamed to stop halfway... High school students living in peaceful times have never seen such scenes, even bullying When fighting, the only thing I dare to do is to drag the opponent to a corner where no one is around and punch and kick.

As for fighting with baseball bats and crowbars, it will only appear in movies like 'Hot Blood High School'.

Miyajima Qingluan is actually known for her good temper in school. Although her personality is very annoying, as long as she does not go too far, she will be ignored. Even if she is called a devil by the archery department, she can only say " Strict', even those three girls who had troubled her were only taught a little lesson.

People with a good temper generally don't lose their temper, and the consequences of really getting angry are hard for ordinary people to bear. It's as cruel and crazy as it is now... Today Yamamoto is considered to have bumped into it.

"Old, old, is the teacher here?"

Hattori stuttered, turned his head to look at the students around him tremblingly and asked, "Something has happened."

"Hurry, run to the teacher... No, that's not right... Report, call the police!"

Just when the students were in a mess, Miyajima Qingluan still had a calm expression, his eyes froze, and he stabbed down fiercely with the sword in both hands...

"Stop! What are you doing!"

Just at the very moment, a mid-air reprimand came from the door, making everyone tremble.

"It's over."

Tomino Kenta sat slumped on the ground, his face ashen.Tears overflowed from the dull eyes, and the heart was filled with self-blame and regret.

All of this was caused by myself, it was me who caused Ah Wu and senior sister to become like this... She must be expelled from school, it is all my fault!

Sakamoto Ryosuke didn't say anything, he clenched his fist tightly, if he wants to drop out of school, then let's drop out together, but he doesn't know if he can still pay off the debt owed to Ah Wu.

Yuejianli Fengling still had no expression on her face, lowered her head seriously, and wrote something in the small notebook.

After the scolding, the sword in Miyajima Qingluan's hand stopped slightly...but then, it was raised again under the horrified eyes of everyone.

"Miyajima, do you want to kill someone!!!"

The heart of the middle-aged teacher with a cropped head trembled, and the majestic scolding almost broke his voice. He watched the bamboo sword fall again, and his breathing stopped...and the same was true for the large group of people behind him.

Erika Akasaki, the teacher of Class B of the first year, Akira Nakahira, the teacher of Class C of the second year, Kazuto Kitano, the director of academic affairs, Kosuke Tsuburaya, the vice principal, Masao Shino, the instructor of the Kyudo Department, and Mika Miyato, the school doctor.

They stood there in a daze, feeling as if their hearts had stopped beating...Miyajima Qingluan ignored the kendo teacher's scolding, ignored the presence of the school leaders, and raised his sword to stab Hideto Yamamoto!

Everyone held their breath and could only watch helplessly as the tip of the sword fell...

But in the next second, Miyajima Qingluan's body trembled, and the sword tip stopped steadily one inch from the elbow joint.

She felt that she was hugged very gently, and a familiar smell entered her nostrils. It was the smell of the quilt in the small room during the three dark and unforgettable days.

It smells good and is very comfortable.

"Enough, senior sister, enough is enough."

Hojo Satoru hugged her gently from behind, and said softly: "Didn't you say you should cherish every day in the future? This is only the first day, don't ruin yourself because of these two residues."

The tip of the sword was still hovering in the air, and Hideto Yamamoto had already fainted from fright, but with a soft 'click', the bamboo sword fell to the ground.

The leaders breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still no sound in the venue, so even though Miyajima Qingluan's voice was not loud, it was still very clear.

She turned around slowly, her ruthless gaze softened instantly, "Young man..."

"Is it worth it?" he asked.

I also asked the aspirations of everyone present, is it worth it?It's just the provocation of two cerebral palsies, and you've made such a big commotion.

Is it worth it?It's just that Ma Sugi wants to embarrass them for the sake of face, and you will do anything irreversible at all costs, even at the risk of self-destructive future.

Then, everyone heard her answer.

Miyajima Qingluan gently embraced Hojo Satoru into his arms, "You are younger than me, I cannot let you be wronged."

"..."

"You are also under pressure. I have to share something for you..."

"..."

"You are excellent, and the world is also chaotic. I only hope that you can live well when I am not by your side."

"..."

This is... what Miyajima Qingluan can say?

Yes, an upright person will not beat around the bush, and will express what is in her heart very directly. This is what she thinks in her heart.

Hearing the most sincere voice of senior sister, feeling the hot temperature of her chest, Hojo Satoru's chest suddenly blocked, and for the first time since his rebirth, he felt the urge to cry, and the frozen obsession in his heart seemed to loosen a bit.

That's right, the boy kept calling senior sister, in her eyes, the boy was one year younger than her, so she didn't want the boy to be wronged, and she had to share things, because she had already suffered such a great kindness, and she didn't know how to repay it .

She knows that teenagers are also very hard and under a lot of pressure, so please don't worry about these tedious things in the future, and let me solve them once...

She had already prepared for the worst, and she only hoped that the boy would be fine when she was not by his side.

This is the most affectionate confession, but also a ruthless deterrent.

She is telling others that her boy is very good, and there are always people with bad brains in school. In the future, because of jealousy or other reasons, it is best to consider the consequences if you want to trouble him.

The eyes of the girls in Class D who tried to escape and stood still in place suddenly turned red, and the boys also clenched their fists...

Yes, if Masugi Kazuki just wanted to teach Sakamoto and Tomino a lesson, Miyajima Qingluan might not care about it, but he can't let Hojo Satoru go by name.

Because he couldn't be wronged, one person, one sword, one mouthful, swept the entire Kendo Department with fierce force!

Miyajima Qingluan is as fierce as a knife, but gentle as water.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on Senior Sister changed again. Looking back on the whole incident, whose fault was it?

Kendo always upholds justice and protection, not bullying the weak by the strong, nor pointing the sword at the unarmed.

The sword is widely spread, even if Ma Shan Yihui was smashed, she never used it, but someone pointed the sword at an unarmed person, and she turned into a ghost and called out the genre.

Why practice swords?Learn swords for this.

Is Miyajima Qingluan cruel?Brutal, but well done!

Everyone in the know felt a little stuffy in their chests. In modern times, at school, they saw the chivalrous tenderness that can only be found in classical novels. Although the genders were reversed, it was still very touching!

Just imagine, a female swordsman who is as fierce as a knife and as hard as iron, only showing a gentle side to herself... It turns out that Miyajima-senpai is this kind of person.

The students may be thinking wildly, and even YY has produced a lot of weird and secondary plots.But only Hojo Satoru, who was hugged tightly by the senior sister, knew that she didn't care about anything, because she died once, so she didn't care anymore.

The teachers finally entered the dojo, and no one took off their shoes except Masato Omori, the kendo instructor.

The school doctor walked towards Ma Shanyihui quickly, and then took out his mobile phone to call an ambulance. This was no longer an injury she could handle.

Vice-principal Tsuburaya glanced at the blood-oozing swelling on Hojo Satoru's back, and asked in a low voice to the teacher in class C of the second year. He wanted to know what happened to make someone as calm as Miyajima Qingluan do it in public. With this kind of violence, the championship certificate of last year's national archery competition is still in the principal's office.

The students who knew about it went to the school leaders. Sayu Kuroda, Chika Furui, and Aimi Sakurada bowed deeply to the principal and began to talk. Kenta Tomino and Ryosuke Sakamoto also wiped away their tears, got up and walked over .

The senior finally let go of Hojo Satoru, and the two slowly walked towards the head of the school. After talking softly for a few words, they left the dojo with the head teacher.