"Can a weapon of this level be brought into the school?"
The moonlight reflected through the metal surface of the iron rod, Utaha couldn't help blurting out the doubts in his heart.
It wasn't that she was overreacting. From a normal person's point of view, unless there is an eye problem, the guards and security would never let him into the school with that iron rod.
And this kind of clean killing, could it be a family inheritance?
Such as soldiers, warriors and the like.
Saeko Busujima didn't bother to answer her, and didn't care about how the weapon got into the school. She watched Amamiya Yao's every move of waving the iron rod intently, and her interest was completely hooked.
Although it is different from the way of swordsmanship, it is rare for youngers to have such a solid foundation.
Throwing out the stick, chopping, swinging, poking, pulling, sweeping...the stick is used in such a natural way, without any unnecessary movements at all, it can be said that it has reached the state of not wasting any excess energy.
This kind of stick attack made her lick her red and tender lips uncontrollably, and the skin all over her body flushed imperceptibly.
"Busujima-senpai?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha sensed something was wrong, and immediately moved away from the girl beside her. For some reason, she seemed to feel an indescribable aura from Saeko Busujima.
Bloodthirst...?
The word couldn't help but come to her mind.
In the next second, Saeko Busujima pulled off the jacket of her school uniform and threw it in her hand, held her knife, and rushed forward.
"Um?"
The sudden movement was like a stone falling into a calm lake, completely disrupting the balance at this time.
Amamiya Yao put the iron rod behind his back, looking at the girl who suddenly appeared and cut down a zombie, his eyebrows raised slightly.
Saeko Busujima?
The most popular student in the school, the winner of the National Kendo Competition (Youth Group), and the President of the Kendo Club.
Long dark purple hair waving gracefully under the moonlight, Amamiya Yao looked at her dark blue pupils for a second, smiled lightly and hung the iron bar on the ground, watching her kill all the zombies around her.
"call..."
Putting the wooden knife horizontally on her lower abdomen, Saeko Busujima exhaled deeply.
"It's interesting." Amamiya Yao praised.
"Which sect or family do you come from?" Saeko Busujima looked at him calmly, she had never heard of the sect that uses neon sticks.
"No family, no faction."
This kind of opening remark similar to ancient martial arts novels made Amamiya Yao laugh dumbly.
"Why use a stick? This weapon seems to have a low threshold, but it takes far more time and effort to practice it to a high level than other weapons." This is the doubt that Saeko Busujima wants to know most.
"Why?"
This question stumped Amamiya Yao. If he insisted on saying something, it should be related to his team positioning when he was in the main god space.
At that time, he was used to being beaten, when he had a choice, he naturally chooses to be the one who beats people, and he was the type who enjoys beating others, so he chooses the stick.
But it's impossible for him to say that to this woman he met by chance, right?
Seeing that he was silent and did not answer, Saeko Busujima did not pursue this question. She stood in front of him with a knife in both hands, and said solemnly:
"How about a contest?"
Seeing that the scene deviated in an unexpected direction, Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately trotted over, looking at the two people in a strange atmosphere with a headache.
"You two, now is not the time to compete."
Another School celebrity?
Amamiya Yao glanced at her, and then turned his attention to the woman in front of him who invited him to fight.
"Bare-handed combat." He didn't talk nonsense, and directly pierce the iron rod in his hand into the soil under him.
"It's fair." Saeko Busujima also swiftly inserted the wooden knife into the ground, and rushed towards Amamiya Yao quickly.
Is she trying to quickly KO me?
Amamiya Yao twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't make any big moves, just stood there quietly, waiting for her seemingly ferocious attack.
His abnormal performance made Saeko Busujima's eyebrows frown, but the command to fight had already started, and the hesitation in her heart disappeared without a trace, and she only had one thought in her mind at this time.
Knock down the man in front of you!
Holding the strategy of defeating the enemy with one blow, she slammed forward with her right fist, and the target was Amamiya Yao's lower abdomen.
As soon as she felt the slightly soft touch on her fist, she couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed. he was really just a high school student. Even if he was good at fighting with a stick, he would definitely be inexperienced in this kind of real-life combat.
However, the fist has already been smashed out, and the strength is already hard to retract. When she was about to straighten her waist, a hot palm pressed her throat. In the next second, he turned her body uncontrollably, her throat locked by his arms.
'Does this man not feel any pain"
With her throat locked, all the space in her mind was occupied by this deep doubt.
The scene of the confrontation between the two completely fell into the eyes of Kasumigaoka Utaha, she looked at Saeko Busujima who was locked up, her mouth was half open, she didn't know how to evaluate it.
This woman is a bit ruthless.
The pain in the lower abdomen made Amamiya Yao's expression a little awkward. Fortunately, he was used to being beaten all year round. This kind of injury is just a trivial matter, but this beating cannot be in vain.
Thinking of this, he kept his left hand in a throat-locking posture, ignoring Saeko Busujima's elbow, and pinched her cheeks on both sides with his right hand, starting to exert force.
"It's just a sparring session. Using such a large amount of power is a bit unreasonable, right?" Amamiya Yao looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha with a playful expression, and kept kneading the delicate face of the woman in his arms.
"you..."
Saeko Busujima looked at the petrified junior not far away, and just as a word popped out of her mouth, his thumb and index finger pinching her cheeks began to exert force again. Her heart was completely filled with shame, and she didn't know how to get out at this time .
This man didn't seem to feel pain at all. No matter how she hit him with her elbow, it was like hitting a sponge, and she didn't get any feedback at all.
If it weren't for the real physical touch from touching the other person's body parts, she really doubted whether this man was an inhuman creature.
After kneading left and right, he quickly put his index finger in her mouth for a second with vicious playfulness, and then wiped it clean on her body, Amamiya Yao pushed her away contentedly.
Without restraint, Saeko Busujima quickly retreated to the position where the standing wooden knife was inserted, her clothes were messy, and she looked at Amemiya Yao with a flushed face.
"Wanna do it again?" Amamiya Yao rubbed his lower abdomen and the part hit by her elbow, "I don't mind."
"No need." Saeko Busujima calmed down and said calmly, "I lost."
"Then let's go back."
Amamiya Yao picked up the iron bar with a lack of interest, ready to go to the school gate to find out, and then went back to the teacher's dormitory to sleep.
"Wait."
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