The fencing hall is very large and divided into different areas. At this time of day, there are still many men and women practicing against each other in each area.
Ikeba Shizuka walked in gracefully, carrying a wooden sword in her hand.
She first glanced around, then took off her wooden clogs, skillfully tied her long, ink-black hair behind her head, and then walked gracefully towards a relatively quiet area.
She decided to warm up first.
When Yuzuru entered the sword hall, he immediately spotted Ikenami Shizuka in the crowd. Her extraordinary aura made her impossible not to notice.
At this moment, Ikeba Shizuka was wielding her wooden sword with full concentration, her movements powerful and imposing.
"Shinto Wu Nian Liu..."
After watching for a while, Yuzuru recognized the sword style practiced by the beautiful woman. It was a style that emphasized overwhelming the opponent with momentum and strength during combat.
That suits her gentle yet somewhat strong-willed personality.
After tilting his head and thinking for a moment, Yuzuru quietly walked behind a pillar where no one was paying attention, took out his change camera, and changed himself into a black kendo uniform.
After tidying himself up, he walked back to a set of steps and sat down peacefully, resting his chin on his hands and gazing intently at the scenery.
In the center of the kendo hall, after finishing a set of movements and warming up, Shizuka Ikebab was slightly out of breath. Just as she was about to wipe the sweat from her forehead, a young girl in a white kendo uniform walked over to her.
"Hello, may I ask you a question?"
The young woman held the sword, clasped her hands in a fist, and bowed deeply.
"Can."
Chibo Jinghua nodded in agreement, but she couldn't vent her frustration by warming up on her own.
This is a good opportunity to let loose.
The two stood still, each assuming a fighting stance, and the young woman asked, "Do we need to wear faceplates?"
"Need not."
"Ikenami Shizuka answered decisively."
As soon as she finished speaking, the young woman shouted and launched the first attack, her sword strike as swift and fierce as the wind.
Chibo Jinghua's eyes narrowed, and she dodged to the side, quickly retaliating with her wooden sword. In an instant, an aura began to gather around her.
Initially, the young woman, with her initial enthusiasm, was able to launch a continuous offensive, with waves of attacks.
But after Ikenami Shizuka launched several powerful counterattacks, her wrists began to go numb, and her swordplay became somewhat chaotic.
After a few more moves, Ikeba Shizuka seized the opportunity, shifted to the side with a clean and swift movement, and forcefully flicked her wooden sword, accurately knocking the sword out of her opponent's hand.
At the same time, he suddenly took a step forward, the wooden sword pointing straight at the young girl's throat, stopping steadily at the last moment before it touched her.
The outcome is clear, and the winner is obvious.
"You flatter me."
Chi Bo Jinghua sheathed her sword, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and bowed slightly. Her movements were fluid and graceful, exuding an indescribable charm and showcasing the demeanor of a master.
The young woman's face was flushed, she was panting heavily, her eyes were full of frustration, and she said in a low voice, "You are amazing, I am ashamed of myself, I need to practice more."
She had always been full of confidence, believing herself to be a peerless genius, invincible among her peers, and never having suffered a defeat.
As a result, when she went out to practice swordsmanship today, she just randomly picked an opponent and was completely and utterly defeated. The huge difference in performance was hard for her to accept.
"You've already done very well for your age. Keep up the good work, and you have a bright future ahead of you."
Chibo Jinghua smiled and gently comforted the girl.
Genius? Who isn't a genius? Back when she was twelve, she was always challenging opponents of higher levels, never losing a single match, enjoying immense glory. At that time, she was full of vigor and ambition.
However, it wasn't until someone outmaneuvered him that he truly understood the meaning of "there are always people better than you."
After thanking Ikeba Shizuka again, the young woman bent down to pick up the sword, her expression somber, and retreated to the side to rest.
Ikeba Shizuka stood still, adjusting her breathing. The sparring session had made her feel her body gradually relax, and the pent-up frustration in her heart from the past few days had dissipated somewhat.
After watching the two performers' amazing skills, the people around them were whispering about her swordsmanship and techniques.
At that moment, a tall man walked over.
"Madam, I saw that your swordsmanship was quite good. I would like to spar with you."
The other person's tone was clearly provocative, and the rising intonation was very unpleasant to listen to. This made Ikeba Shizuka raise her beautiful eyebrows slightly, and she said calmly, "Please."
The two stood facing each other. This time, Ikeba Shizuka did not hold back as she had when facing a young woman. Instead, she immediately unleashed her full power. The wind howled as her sword struck the man's blade repeatedly with a fierce and relentless barrage of blows.
After several such fierce attacks, the man's hands trembled, and he could no longer hold the sword. The sword fell straight to the ground with a "clang".
"You flatter me."
With a blank expression, Ikeba Shizuka withdrew the wooden sword she had been pressing against the other's chest and said in a calm tone.
The man's face flushed red instantly. He picked up his sword and hurriedly left, his disheveled figure drawing a murmur of astonishment from those around him.
Meanwhile, people around them crowded around, trying to learn from him.
After all, those who can practice swordsmanship here so late are basically people who have a deep love for swordsmanship. It's rare to meet such a powerful master, so we must seize the opportunity to learn from him.
Ikeba Shizuka accepted all challengers' offers without hesitation, defeating several in succession before finally letting out a sigh of relief and preparing to rest for a while.
"Phew~"
Taking a deep breath, Ikeba Shizuka sat cross-legged and gently placed the wooden sword flat on her lap.
She gazed quietly at the young men and women practicing diligently in the fencing hall, her eyes momentarily unfocused, her thoughts drifting to the distant past.
She was once one of these energetic and passionate people, freely expressing her sweat and passion in the world of kendo.
However, after getting married, in order to take care of her family, support her husband, and accompany her children as they grow up, she chose to sheath her sword and bury her former passion deep in her heart.
Looking at it now, it seems rather funny.
Her renewed use of the sword was not only a way to vent her frustration, but also for another important reason: to teach her son a profound lesson.
To prevent herself from not practicing for too long and becoming unable to beat her son Hattori Heiji, whom she had taught since childhood, she has been coming to the sword club quite often lately to refresh her swordsmanship.
A loving mother's sword cleaves her wandering son's body.
"Oh……"
Ikeba Shizuka shook her head helplessly, a bitter smile appearing on her lips. It was truly laughable that she had put down her sword for her son, only to pick it up again for him.
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