As soon as Yuzuru Hanyu stepped off the field, he was surrounded by a group of girls.
"Nan, you're amazing! You're so cool!" Sonoko was the first to rush over like a little bird, giving him a big, tight hug, her smile almost reaching her ears.
"Yeah, yeah, that sword strike was absolutely awesome!"
Kazuha waved her arms excitedly as well.
Xiao Lan smiled gently, thoughtfully handed him a bottle of water, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Nan."
Akemi and Reiko stood to the side, smiling at everyone with joy in their eyes.
Several girls seemed even happier than he, the winner, their excitement as if they themselves had achieved a great success.
Only Ai, with her arms crossed, had already seen through everything.
She glanced sideways at Okita Souji, who was still standing on the competition stage, looking lost and bewildered, her eyes full of amusement.
That poor kid, you had no choice but to run into someone.
But then she ran into her playful eldest son, and now she's probably starting to question the meaning of life.
What are you comparing, a martial arts practitioner, to someone who cultivates immortality?
What's the point of comparing them?
The cunning little girl was internally ranting and raving.
"Wow, that's amazing! He defeated the defending champion Okita-sama so easily, and... he's so handsome!"
In the stands, a girl who had taken leave from work to come to Osaka to watch the competition in order to see her idol Okita Souji in person had her eyes sparkling as she stared intently at Hanyu Nanami below, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
Forget about idols, looks are everything.
Now she feels she needs to change her idol.
Meanwhile, among the other young girls and mature beauties around them, their eyes also shone as they looked at the girls surrounding the boy, filled with envy and wishing they could take their place.
"Oh~ even Okita from our class lost?"
Not far away, a delicate young woman with chestnut-brown curly hair looked at the competition results below and murmured to herself.
The girl was wearing an ordinary white school uniform, but even such plain clothes could not hide her soft and full chest. Her slender waist was not weak, but supported her impressive fullness without fear of burden.
She simply sat there quietly, exuding an air of domineering aristocracy. The surrounding audience subconsciously moved away, leaving a space that belonged solely to her in the packed stadium.
"Iori, based on your opinion of the current situation on the field, do you think Heiji can win this time?" the girl suddenly asked, turning her head slightly to look at the butler standing respectfully to the side behind her.
The butler, addressed as Iori, hesitated for a moment, a troubled expression on his face, before carefully choosing his words and replying, "Miss, I think he should be able to make it to the finals, but winning might be a bit difficult..."
"Is it because of this boy below?"
The girl looked down at the boy surrounded by the crowd, her beautiful eyes sparkling with curiosity and inquiry.
The light shone on the boy, outlining his tall and straight figure, making him appear even more spirited.
"Yes, this contestant named Yuzuru is very strong, extremely strong, his strength is terrifying. Even Okita Souji is no match for him. I'm afraid even young master Heiji is in some danger."
Iori Muga's expression was serious as he recalled the scene of the match between Hanyu Nanasu and Okita Souji, and he tried his best to be tactful.
"Hanyu...Kusu?"
The girl murmured the name softly.
That's a really nice name, and the person is very good-looking too.
“Interesting, but I believe Heiji will definitely win the final championship. Iori, everything as usual.”
"Yes, Miss..."
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Over here, a terrifyingly skilled player is still fawning over the credit with a fawning smile.
"Master, how was it? I didn't let you down, did I?"
"No, your performance exceeded my expectations, and I am very pleased."
Ikebo Shizuka nodded slightly, her admiration undisguised.
Yuzuru's performance on the field just now greatly satisfied her as his coach. Although he was still a bit rusty with some of his moves, his speed and power made up for it.
In fact, she had long ago discovered her clumsy student's talent.
This child is fast and strong; he's a natural talent for swordsmanship.
But he has a troublesome problem: when practicing swordsmanship, he is always distracted and lacks focus. He is also incredibly lecherous and always has other thoughts about himself.
That's why she always had to guide him step by step, otherwise he really wouldn't study properly!
Every time she taught him step by step, Ikeba Shizuka could feel Yuzuru's burning gaze. She felt both annoyed and amused, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Who told him to be his disciple?
"Hehe, then Master, don't forget our agreement!"
Having successfully claimed credit, a sly glint flashed in Yuzuru's eyes.
He held up one finger, making a gesture that only the two of them could understand. The agreement behind this gesture was a secret unique to them.
Ikeba Shizuka stiffened and coughed lightly: "Don't be careless, there's still one more match."
"Yes, I understand."
Ran, Sonoko, Kazuha, Akemi, Reiko Akiba, and Ai, who were standing to the side, were all filled with curiosity as they watched the two of them talking in riddles.
Their eyes darted back and forth between Yuzuru Hanyu and Shizuka Ikenami, constantly trying to guess what this mysterious agreement was all about.
Sonoko's curiosity was practically bursting, and she couldn't help but want to ask several times, but seeing Ikenami Shizuka's slightly embarrassed expression, she wisely swallowed her words.
Just then, a stylishly dressed, beautiful woman with slightly wavy hair walked slowly past them with a girl. The girl headed straight for Okita Souji on the competition stage, but the beautiful woman stopped.
Her gaze searched through the crowd and finally landed on Ikeba Shizuka. She smiled and said, "Senior Shizuka, it's been a long time."
"It has been quite a few years, Michiko."
Ikeba Shizuka slowly walked out of the crowd, looking calmly at her lifelong rival, and returned a faint smile.
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.
The two had a long-standing rivalry in kendo, and after not seeing each other for many years, their competitive spirit suddenly resurfaced.
They stood silently to each other, yet an invisible aura emanated from them, as if the air itself was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Kazuha and Sonoko, who were standing nearby, suddenly felt a chill and quickly ran over to each of them to hug Ran's arm, trying to draw some warmth from her.
Akemi, Akiba Reiko, and Ai, the three who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, looked the two beautiful women, who were clearly intrigued, up and down with great interest.
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