My love is abyss mode

Chapter 96 The Broken Bamboo Knife
Stepping into the shade of the cedar forest, the surrounding air, smells, and sounds suddenly change.

Scattered sunlight filtered through the green leaves, causing Shinkai Shionai to gasp for breath and her limbs to stiffen mechanically.

Why is life so complicated?
The questions that I have been unable to answer countless times to this day resurface in my mind.

Even on the way here, when I tried not to recall the terrible days and wanted to dispel the darkness of the world with my usual cheerful and lively spirit, the shadows still kept getting closer.

Is there no way to escape this situation?

With a dazed and confused mind, Shinkai Shionai turned her head to look at the man beside her. He was tall and slender, with a cold expression and black eyes that always held the confidence and arrogance of "I am the master of the world".

From the moment he transferred to the private Seiran Academy and stood on the podium to introduce himself, Shinkai Shiona clearly realized that she and Kuronuma Kiba were completely different kinds of people.

She was fragile, timid, and weak, hiding in the beautiful world she created, while he was incredibly strong in both will and body, daring to vent his emotions on the world, completely opposite to her.

The instinct to admire strength was at play in his heart. If he were in control, would he no longer need to worry about the malice of the world?

Shinkai Shionai thought to herself, her tightly closed mouth burning with thirst, as if all the moisture in her body was evaporating.

"Are you ready?"

A playful voice rang in her ears, and she saw Kuronuma Kiba turn to look at her, a wicked smile on his handsome face, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

Is it really possible for someone to do that?

No matter how life targets us, no matter how much malice this world holds, no matter how deep the shadows are, can we break free?

Shinkai Shionai nodded emphatically, followed him into the courtyard, and stepped onto the stage.

The spacious kendo arena was surrounded by all sorts of people. As I looked around, each person seemed like a demon from a fairy tale, their faces obscured, their dangerous red eyes casting malevolent glances.

She noticed Otani Sa in the crowd; the most powerful demon had sent one of his most capable subordinates, who gave her a cruel smile.

Fear and terror surged into my heart, my legs were so weak that I could only lean against the wall in the corner to maintain my posture, my heart trembled so much that it almost fell off, in the pitch-black world, my vision was blurred, only the back of Kuronuma Kiba walking into the kendo arena was still clear.

Please help me!

—Shiona Shinkai sees her younger self, who has just come to understand what it means to be a "son of injustice," standing before her, and shouts at that unruly figure.

Before they could even react, amidst the sound of the bamboo knife shattering, the world around them cracked like glass, revealing a dense spiderweb pattern.

Everything happened in an instant. The seemingly powerful demon rushed into the arena, tears streaming down its face.

Huh? So she's vulnerable too?

The gazes falling upon her were no longer filled with malice, but rather with envy and a jealousy unique to women.

Shinkai Shiona swallowed hard, her emerald eyes reflecting the figure standing in the center of the arena, sword in hand.

Kuronuma Kiba held up his bamboo sword, pointing it directly at the eighth-dan master in his black kendo uniform. His dark eyes were filled with contempt: "Do you need time to put on your protective gear?"

He had considered taking the kendo exam, but was told that he could only take the 3rd dan at most because of the age limit, so he gave up on this troublesome and complicated thing.

"You say that swords are meant to be weapons of death, is that right?" The old man put down his teacup, slowly stood up, his eyes filled with barely suppressed rage.

He took the bamboo sword handed to him by his disciple and slowly walked into the kendo arena, his words filled with an annoying lecturing tone: "There are many young people like you every year who find the rules boring, but this is precisely to protect you."

Why do you have such domineering and arrogant ideas?

Kuroguma watched him walk to the opposite side of the center grid in the kendo arena, his bamboo sword still casually held in his hand as before, without the slightest hint of tension.
"Just because you've lived a few more years, you think you can teach others life experience? Everyone is a novice in life. Even if you want to give advice, you should listen to the strong."

"Meritism? Very well."

The old man gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand and pressed down on the blade with the other, assuming a "iaido" stance at his waist, and began his tedious, long-winded discourse once again:
“In that case, let’s have a no-rules match. Many people think that the kendo styles that Fan Shi studies are just for show, but in fact, this is what truly needs to be passed down.”

He slowly exhaled, closed his eyes, and while his aura wasn't intimidating, it possessed a suffocating, heart-pounding quality: "I inherited a sword technique from my ancestors, named [Fine Snow]."

As soon as the words were spoken, a deathly silence enveloped the arena. The eighth-dan master rarely made a move outside of official exhibition matches, so everyone held their breath and studied the match carefully. Even Otani Sa, who had dragged her boyfriend away, took out her phone to record the duel.

dong dong.

A sound of tapping on a table came from beside him, followed by the whistling of a bamboo sword cutting through the air, instantly enveloping him in a gust of wind. A sudden storm arose, and Kuronuma Kiba leaped back to dodge the blade aimed at his face. His opponent appeared not to move, but in reality, he had already closed the distance, delivering a faster second Iai strike towards his chest.

He held his bamboo knife upright to defend, but at the moment of impact, his opponent withdrew his knife and struck again, aiming for his thigh.

Each strike was faster than the last, each Iaijutsu imbued with immense power, randomly slashing different parts of the body.

While observing his movements, Kuronuma used the reaction speed he had honed in the octagon to defend himself, the sound of bamboo swords clashing echoing.

An eighth-dan master is nothing special.

No wonder Kendo is only popular in Japan; even esports can participate in the Asian Games.

"Your stamina is good. I thought you wouldn't last more than a few seconds."

Kuroguma scoffed coldly, blocking the attack while sheathing his sword and assuming an iaido stance. He unleashed three incredibly fast slashes almost simultaneously, striking the old man's face.

Pop, pop, pop.

Fearing the other party would demand medical expenses from him, Kuronuma deliberately held back, but the old man, who was dissatisfied with him, still fell backward to the ground, his face, marked with bluish-purple bamboo knife marks, bleeding from his nose.

The result was unexpected by everyone.

An eighth-dan master suffered a crushing defeat in less than a minute against a kendo novice who had only ever practiced the Jade Dragon Flag.

Does Kendo really have any meaning?
Profound questions resonated deep within the hearts of the onlookers.

Inside the quiet dojo, one could occasionally hear gasps of surprise and the sound of a cell phone falling to the ground.

Some disciples silently got up and left the dojo, some were still immersed in the exciting duel, and most were unable to accept the scene before them.

Amidst the stunned onlookers, Kuronuma Kiba broke the bamboo sword in his hand, threw it on the ground, and said nonchalantly:

"Fist fighting is definitely more fun. Kendo is such an outdated thing, it should just rot away."

Shinkai Shionai gazed at his figure, her pink lips slightly moving, but no sound came out.

A loud thud—like a blow to the heart.

The surrounding darkness collapsed with a crash, the shadows retreated in fear, revealing the truth.

Coming to her senses, she cutely "unzipped" her lips with her fingers, placed them on her chest, and her turquoise eyes took on a dreamy hue as she murmured, "So handsome."

Black Swamp Fang can not only fight against the malice of the world, but can even destroy the rules and regulations of swordsmanship, and even swordsmanship itself.

Things that have always been revered will suffer irreparable damage after today's video was leaked.

The eighth-dan kendo master suffered a crushing defeat in less than a minute, which will definitely cause a major earthquake in the kendo world, right?
Shinkai Shiona stared intently at Kuronuma Kiba, walked to his side, and etched a wicked smile into her heart: "Kiba, can you tell me the meaning of being powerful?"

“Good question, because I have always firmly believed that all tragedies are caused by a lack of ability.”

Kuronuma Fang surveyed the shocked crowd, his unparalleled aura sweeping over everyone's perceptions and minds; silence was the highest reward for him.

Until a call made his smug smile freeze on his face.

"Master Yuanshan!"

"Call an ambulance!"

The dojo disciples, regaining their senses, rushed forward. Amidst the chaos, Kuroguma Kiba turned to look at the old man who had fallen to the ground, silently took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Toyama Chitose.

[Kuronuma: (Photo)]
[Kuronuma: Is this person your maternal grandfather?]
[Kuronuma: I think I beat him up pretty badly?]
[Yuanshan: ? ? ? ]
[Yuyama: Location!]
[Yuanshan: I'm coming right away!!!]
Seeing Kuronuma Kiba's guilty expression, Shinkai Shiona covered her mouth and chuckled, her bright blue eyes overflowing with a radiant smile.

So, all you need is to be powerful enough?
But what if you don't have talent?
It seems that seeking protection from a truly powerful person is the best option.

Shinkai Shiona picked up the broken bamboo sword from the ground, held it in her arms, and gazed at Kuronuma Kiba with warm eyes.

In a daze, she seemed to see her younger self, riding a frantic little deer, smashing through the world's malice until the shadows completely dissipated.

(End of this chapter)