Chapter 9: Hand slipped (4)

"What's the matter, Fang Lang?" As she was walking, Yuko Mizukawa couldn't help asking when Fang Lang stopped.
"No, it's nothing." Fang Lang smiled, and the two continued to walk towards the cafeteria.
In the previous moment, Fang Lang felt a wave of malice and was secretly strange. After hearing Yuko Mizukawa's voice, he had some guesses.
It didn't take long for the two to come to the cafeteria, a simple place with few people.
According to Yuko Mizukawa, most students go home to eat, and only a few will be in the cafeteria.
And the residence is also, so most of the dormitories in the college are vacant.
After eating lunch, Yuko Mizukawa took Fang Lang to the college again, and then asked the teacher to allocate a dormitory.
It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, and the two men headed towards the kendo stadium.
The curriculum arrangement of the Mao Academy of Spirituality is very relaxed. The farther you go, the fewer courses you learn. Especially for the sixth-year students, there are almost no courses and they rely on self-study.
Even if it's a freshman like Fang Lang, there are only four classes a day, two in the morning and two in the afternoon. The rest of the time can be allocated at will, or even leave the Seorei Garden to go home.
However, you should not be late for class, otherwise you will suffer.
Fang Lang and the two came to the kendo stadium, and all the students in a group of one year had arrived.
Not long after, Zhishu Mizukawa also appeared from the inner door on one side. When he appeared, all the students immediately lined up in four rows.
"Very well, no one is late today." Mizukawa's expression was cold, his gaze swept away, and he said loudly: "This afternoon is two kendo classes. To the of death, kendo is life! In the future, after you graduate, you will all become The of death will officially grant the Zanpaku Sword to use it to fight the enemy."
After a pause, he said again: "Swordsmanship is not that you hold a sword and use it. It is called kendo. It has skills and is the experience and routine summed up by countless predecessors!"
"You have to use your heart to understand your sword, its quality, sharpness, whether it is well maintained or not, everything will affect your results when you fight the enemy."
"Not much gossip, and it's useless to talk about it. It must be practiced over the years to accumulate rich experience in battle!" Mizuki Mizuki pointed to the wooden basket on the side with thirty or forty wooden swords in it. Everyone picks up a handful, practice in pairs, use your mind to remember what I said yesterday, and then defeat the opponent!"
Fang Lang doesn't care about this kind of class. He has learned enough swordsmanship, even created sword moves by himself, and has rich experience in combat. Even if he wants to improve, he doesn't take classes here and play with other college students. You can improve with a wooden sword.
However, at this time, someone suddenly said: "Mr. Mizukawa, we have a newcomer today. It's not good to start directly. It's better to let me try with him first, and then I will allocate equal opponents."
"Kaoye Youdou...Well, that's okay," Mizuki nodded after thinking about it, "Fang Lang, you and Kuoye should try using wooden swords. Kuoye is the most talented person in our team. Pair training, you should know a little difference."
In words, Fang Lang is not optimistic at all.
Of course, the gap between a freshman who just entered school and an old student who has studied for a month or two is very obvious!
Obviously, even two moves can tell the winner.
Fang Lang looked weird and asked him to be a great swordsman to bully a child. This would be known by Benak, and he was so angry.
Yuko Mizukawa couldn't stand it anymore. She frowned and said: "Uncle, this is too reluctant. How could Fang Lang be Kuoye's opponent? Let me play against him."
"I've said it several times, Yuzi Yard! Call me Teacher Mizukawa!" Tomoki Mizukawa snorted coldly, without any scruples about family affection, and said: "It's just the practice of the wooden sword, and it's not for you to clean up the emptiness, not even this. Dare, how can you become the sole of death in the future!"
"Yes, be brave to challenge." Kusano Youdou said immediately, with a habitual smile, "Fang Lang student, I will be merciful, don't be afraid, the wooden sword will not really hurt people."
Hearing this, the monkey-faced man beside him sneered and looked at Fang Lang mockingly.
At this point, Fang Lang had to accept, but he didn't forget the role he played, and said with a shy smile, "Senior Kusano, please be merciful."
"Hmph, of course, I'll be merciful to my subordinates." Kusano narrowed his eyes, secretly planning how to tease each other.
Slap!
Hit the face with a wooden sword, which is not a good hand, but it will embarrass this idiot!
With this idea, Kusano's smile widened.
Everyone moved away from an area, and Cao Ye and Fang Lang came to the middle, and someone immediately handed over the wooden sword.
"Be careful enough to avoid the opponent's attack. As long as you last a few rounds, Ms. Mizukawa will stop." Yuko Mizukawa whispered, and after handing the sword to Fang Lang, he walked away.
This woman is also enthusiastic.
While thinking about it, Fang Lang grabbed the present and said, "I'm ready, Senior Kusano, please."
"Wait!" Tomoki Mizukawa said dissatisfied: "I have said it several times. It is a bad habit to hold the sword with both hands. It is a bad habit to hold the sword with one hand. Just like Kusano, that is the correct grip. Forget it. , Read it for your first time. The fight begins!"
He seemed too lazy to say, and directly announced the beginning.
Fang Lang shrugged indifferently, still using one hand, because he was still used to it, but his hands were bound instead.
"Sure enough, he's still a layman." Kusano Youdou sneered, and rushed forward, a sword thrusting towards Fang Lang's face.
"Huh? This guy..." Fang Lang was startled. This was piercing his eyes. At the moment when the blade was about to pierce, Fang Lang's appearance shifted to one side and escaped a blow.
Kusano Youdou didn't just give up, but got close to his figure, and the response hit Fang Lang's side face, as if intentionally slapped his face.
"Tsk...Is this person an enemy?"
A trace of coldness flashed in Fang Lang's eyes, the wooden sword blocked the moment the opponent hit the face, and at the same time, it quickly slid down the wooden sword, just hitting Kusano Youdou's face with a slap, very loud.
"Sorry, Kusano-senior, my hands slipped."
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