Because they were wearing armor and using bamboo swords that don't easily hurt, even a solid hit from Mr. Kondo's thrust didn't cause Aoto any pain.
After glancing at the spot where he'd been struck, Aoto put down his bamboo sword and offered a wry smile to Mr. Kondo:
"Sigh... I still can't keep up with your sword, Mr. Kondo..."
"Mr. Tachibana, I'm the one who should be sighing." Kondo also put down his sword at this moment, showing a wry smile like Aoto's, "Your rate of progress... it's fast enough to make me feel psychologically unbalanced."
"Compared to a month ago, when you just joined our Shiwei Hall, your movements and strength are worlds apart."
Upon hearing Kondo's praise, Aoto smiled and then said in a half-joking tone:
"It's all thanks to that chaotic death match with the 'Radical Anti-foreigner Faction' before. It gave me a lot of experience."
As the saying goes: Actual combat is the best training.
