In the Kendo Club, which was as large as a basketball court, only two people, dressed in kendo uniforms and holding bamboo swords, were sparring in the center of the arena.
One side wore a full set of protective gear, armed from head to leg, while the other, whether out of confidence or disdain for their opponent, only wore a face mask and hand protection.
With loud shouts from the girls, the bamboo swords in their hands collided, and the continuous "clack" of the swords resounded throughout the empty Kendo Club.
Their sparring looked very intense, but perhaps because neither had systematically practiced kendo, their fight looked like a chaotic brawl between hooligans, without any aesthetic appeal.
They didn't seem to care about this; after all, there were no spectators, so even if they fought wildly, no one would boo.
They weren't fighting for points but simply to expend sweat and physical energy with every swing.
After fighting for an unknown amount of time, one of them raised a hand, signaling to stop.
The other quickly stopped as well, dropping her bamboo sword without any bowing gesture and plopping down on the ground.
The person who signaled to stop also dropped his bamboo sword, took off his cumbersome face mask and protective gear, and lay ungracefully on the tatami mat, breathing heavily.
This person was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka turned his face to look at the person sitting beside him.
The person who had accompanied him in this "weapon combat" also took off her face mask—she was a short-haired girl with a tongue piercing, Ikishima Midari.
After the intense battle, Ikishima Midari's kendo uniform was soaked with sweat.
She was panting, drenched in sweat, dropped her gloves, and wiped herself with her sleeve. The white fabric of her kendo uniform clung to her body, highlighting her well-proportioned figure.
Still feeling too hot, she pouted and simply took off the upper part of her kendo uniform and threw it aside, wearing only a sports bra, breathing heavily, letting her body's curves rise and fall with her breaths.
She didn't mind Ayanokoji's gaze at all, openly letting him look, and Ayanokoji was not polite either, turning his head towards Ikishima Midari, looking at her shapely figure.
Sticky sweat covered her body, making her appear as if she had been oiled, radiating a seductive glow.
Her healthy body exuded an alluring scent that tempted one to commit a crime, making Ayanokoji Can't help it reach out to her—
Unfortunately, Ayanokoji also had no strength left after the battle, and his hand dropped halfway, regretting it.
Ikishima Midari laughed heartily, proactively moved closer to Ayanokoji, and sat in a position where Ayanokoji could easily roll over and be close to her.
She still had energy, and she poked Ayanokoji's chest, laughing, "Ayanokoji, why are you out of strength already? I could still fight for half a day."
"You have the nerve to say that!" Ayanokoji rolled his eyes. "If I hadn't intentionally gone easy on you, you would have been knocked down by me long ago."
Ayanokoji wasn't just talking tough.
During the sparring just now, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka wore a full set of protective gear, while Ikishima Midari seemed to dislike the feeling of being restricted; she only wore a helmet and gloves.
Ikishima Midari could strike Ayanokoji's entire body without any scruples, while Ayanokoji had to constantly worry about injuring her, consciously controlling himself not to attack her body, only aiming his bamboo sword at her face mask and bamboo sword.
One side was active, the other passive; one side was reckless, the other constrained; one side wore heavy protective gear, the other only light kendo attire...
Even though Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's stamina was much greater than Ikishima Midari's, he still lost combat effectiveness before her, too tired to move a single inch.
However, even though Ayanokoji intentionally avoided striking Ikishima Midari's body, Ayanokoji could still see that her entire arm and back were bright red—from being hit by Ayanokoji.
"Hey, are you hurt?" Ayanokoji asked.
"I'm fine, just a little soreness in my arm, sometimes I feel like I can't exert force, but otherwise, I'm okay," Ikishima Midari said nonchalantly.
Is it really that simple?
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka suddenly reached out and pinched a red spot on her arm—the next moment, Ikishima Midari's face twisted in pain, her fists clenched, and she involuntarily let out a shriek.
And she said her arm just felt weak; isn't this unbearable pain?
"Serves you right," Ayanokoji snapped, stood up, and walked with weary steps to a nearby cabinet. When he returned, he handed Ikishima Midari a bottle of medicine.
"Use this medicine; it's very effective."
This is an item from the System. It has an excellent soothing effect on skin redness, bruising, swelling, and pain caused by external impact or collision. The pain can be relieved instantly, and the skin's redness can return to normal within a day after using the potion.
Ayanokoji had used this potion on Hanatemari Kazura, proving that the System's claims were not exaggerated; it even had a miraculous effect on scratches.
Ikishima Midari accepted the potion but did not use it, instead setting it aside.
She pressed the swollen, red part of her skin, revealing a twisted smile: "No rush, I quite enjoy this feeling of pain. I'll use it when I feel like it."
This guy... Ayanokoji glanced at her speechlessly, then lay back down on the floor.
Ikishima Midari seemed to enjoy the feeling of pain. This Hobbies was too strange. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka suspected that she intentionally didn't wear protective gear because she wanted him to 'hit' her.
If he had known this guy would fight him for so long, he would have made her wear protective gear no matter what.
Ayanokoji felt a bit annoyed.
Ever since Ikishima Midari heard Ayanokoji casually mention yesterday that he had obtained the Kendo Club's contract and become the owner of this dojo, she had been very enthusiastic, constantly urging Ayanokoji to bring her here.
Ayanokoji was also somewhat interested in the place, so he brought her to visit the Kendo Club this afternoon.
The Kendo Club's venue was very large, easily accommodating dozens of people for training and sparring. When Ayanokoji arrived, Ibuki Jotaro had already taken care of it; it was deserted, not a single person was there, and even the main door was closed.
Ayanokoji had to call the Kendo Club's instructor to prove that he was now the owner of this Kendo Club before he could get the keys.
Though referred to as an 'instructor,' he was practically just a person responsible for handling post-event matters.
The Kendo Club's facilities required maintenance and cleaning, but club members did not need to do it themselves. The school had dedicated personnel for maintenance, and with just a phone call, the instructor would coordinate with the maintenance staff to clean the entire place, inside and out.
Every new member joining the Kendo Club only needed to register once to receive a brand new kendo uniform, protective gear, bamboo sword, and other exclusive items, along with their own locker.
Kendo uniforms and protective gear were for personal use. After use, members could wash them themselves or place them in designated lockers, and maintenance staff would help send them to the laundry for free and return them to the member's locker once clean.
Bamboo swords, protective gear, and other items requiring maintenance were also taken care of by dedicated personnel, so there was no need to worry about them at all.
The items used by previous Kendo Club members had all been disposed of. It could be said that the Kendo Club had now returned to a 'brand new' state, and all items here belonged to Ayanokoji.
Upon learning this, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka nodded to himself. No wonder the Kendo Club was worth thirty million; with such benefits and free maintenance provided by the school, thirty million was indeed not a loss.
Unfortunately, now that it was in his hands, it probably wouldn't be of much use. He wasn't interested in kendo, nor did he have any intention of operating it.
Originally, after seeing these things, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka wanted to leave, but Ikishima Midari suddenly got excited and insisted on pestering Ayanokoji to spar with her for a while.
Ayanokoji couldn't refuse her, and he himself had a bit of interest, so he claimed two beginner's packages and, half-heartedly, started fighting with Ikishima Midari.
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