They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

In response, Emiya used his money ability and then performed a "bamboo sword snatching" routine for the teacher to prove his strength.

So, this empty dojo was used by Emiya and Nono.

boom!

Nono first maintained a "both offensive and defensive" middle stance, then stomped on the floor, exerted force with his left hand, and coordinated with his right hand to control the bamboo sword. The tip of the bamboo sword quickly cut through the air, but was blocked by Emiya with a sideways movement - in a posture full of flaws, with a casual wave of his hand, making a crisp sound.

The next second, Emiya saw that Nono's hand movements were out of coordination and needed to be adjusted, so he took the opportunity to deflect the bamboo sword and placed it on Nono's neck.

"Your pace is too slow. Your legs and feet must be as nimble as your sword. A true fight requires the combined use of observation, pace, courage, and strength. You can't neglect any one for the other."

Emiya taught.

In fact, Nuonuo's kendo foundation was not bad. After all, she was once the most talented daughter of the Chen family. She learned everything quickly, including kendo and fighting. Nuonuo was also a skilled fighter in group fights during her school days.

Too bad it's not good enough in front of Emiya.

Nono thought she was fully focused on the kendo battle, but no matter whether she chopped, slashed, swung, or stabbed, and no matter at which angle, Emiya always let the tip of the sword hang carelessly on the ground first.

Wait until Nono is about to succeed, then launch a precise counterattack at the right time to win with one strike.

The "mind's eye" had been integrated into his body movements. Every prediction allowed Emiya to know in advance the attack intention of Nono's sword, the target of the attack, and the subsequent response...

Like foreseeing the future?

No, it's still different. Old Tang's high-speed calculations rely on his senses to "see" the future and use his brain to analyze and judge the next response. Emiya, on the other hand, only relies on his body's instinctive senses to capture information and react, without going through the "thinking" process.

"boom!"

Another clash of bamboo swords, a louder clash that echoed throughout the dojo. To her disbelief, Nono discovered that her even more powerful attack had been blocked by Emiya, whose eyes were lowered and body relaxed.

"How did you do that? You clearly didn't pay attention to me!"

"Your offensive intentions are too obvious. The sound of your hands shaking before you start is too loud, your breathing is heavy, and your steps are too straight."

Emiya shook his head and put down his bamboo sword.

He saw Nuonuo breathing slightly, a few drops of sweat dripping from between her long, tied-up hair, and her loose kendo training suit rising and falling noticeably with her heavy breathing. A thin layer of sweat was seeping into the inner fabric beneath the outer training suit.

It's really not that Nuonuo lacks physical strength, but the hot weather in this coastal city is really unbearable. The exaggerated humidity in the air continues to rise in this dojo with not very good ventilation conditions. It seems that you can feel the strong heat and moisture with every breath.

Nuonuo stretched out her hands and pulled the white kendo robe that was about to be soaked with sweat outwards repeatedly. A large amount of air flowed through the gaps at the chest to take away the heat and moisture. The waves from pulling the clothes also caused the cuffs and hakama to swing, outlining the girl's figure under her loose clothes.

In fact, formal kendo training requires wearing protective gear over the kendo training uniform. Nono disliked the protective gear in this dojo because it had a strange smell and was heavy. It was a torture to wear it to practice sword in this weather, so he simply didn't wear it.

However, seeing Nono's carefree and carefree behavior, Emiya couldn't help but frown, "...Didn't the Chen family have those aristocratic etiquette classes that taught manners?"

"Huh? Yes." Nuonuo didn't understand why he asked this.

"You didn't learn?"

"I did learn, but the content was boring. I never listened anyway, so I hardly ever used it."

Okay, that's very Nonono.

"Then don't you think my kendo class is boring?"

Emiya originally felt a little sorry about Nono's idea of ​​learning magic. If she chose to stay in the Zhou family, she could learn more, but if she insisted on following Emiya, she would have to follow the same path as him.

"Not boring!" Nuonuo picked up the bamboo sword again, regrouped, and his eyes were firm and unwavering. "In order to be able to take revenge on that god, I have to learn to become stronger!"

She didn't want to stay in the Zhou family to learn knowledge and engage in academic research. What she needed was the strength and skills to fight, especially the strength and skills to defeat that god.

"Very good," Emiya saw that Nono's answer was very energetic, and was sure that this was the path she had chosen and she did not intend to regret it. He raised his arm and moved the tip of the sword to the right, making a "Ping Qingyan" posture.

"Don't stop, attack me!"

----

"Senior Brother Chu!"

Chu Zihang went to the Musashi Kendo class at the City Children's Palace as usual. Just as he was about to change into his kendo uniform and put on protective gear, he heard the shouts of other students in the kendo class. The gist of the shouts was whether they wanted to practice together.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly. He hadn't practiced with others for a long time.

This wasn't because he had a cold, expressionless personality; after spending more time with him, one could tell he simply didn't express much or talk much, not lack enthusiasm. The real reason was that few of his classmates in the kendo class could match his skill level.

"There are so many people in the dojo today?"

Chu Zihang looked around and realized that the number of students in the kendo class was more than twice the usual number. The small place originally provided for him to practice swordsmanship alone was now fully occupied. Looking around, almost everyone had to form a team to practice.

A student quietly pointed at the teacher at the Musashi Kendokan and said, "I don't know, but someone saw a man and a woman come up to us and talk for a while. They said they wanted to find a quiet place to practice sword alone. They even pulled out a black card. The teacher was so greedy that he sold the dojo next door!"

Another student retorted, "It was a temporary sublease, okay?! The teacher initially objected, but then that guy swiftly defeated the teacher, who was holding a bamboo sword, with his bare hands!"

"That's called 'taking a knife with bare hands'!"

The students gathered around Chu Zihang and chattered. Chu Zihang was very popular.

Because most people in the kendo class value kendo strength, and Chu Zihang is the strongest person in the class, even the teacher responsible for teaching kendo gradually couldn't beat him. Chu Zihang gradually developed the habit of finding a place to practice sword alone when he came to the dojo.

The students all said that Chu Zihang would definitely be the youngest kendo master to reach the eighth degree in kendo in the future. Some said the tenth degree, and some even said he would be a young swordsman. By then, even the city TV station would come to the door of the training class and beg for a kendo exhibition match.

Little did he know that Chu Zihang had no interest in kendo ratings or anything like that.

The original reason he signed up for the kendo class was because a karate black belt in elementary school mocked him because his parents were remarried.

Chu Zihang's biological father was a driver who could not make much money, which led to a hard life in his childhood. Later, his mother Su Xiaoyan remarried entrepreneur Lu Tianming, and he had the opportunity to live a good life and go to a good school.

But the black belt laughed at Chu Zihang, saying that these were earned by Chu Zihang's mother selling her beauty, and he was just the driver's son.

That was the gist of it, but in fact, what he said was very unpleasant, and he was cursing Chu Zihang's entire family.

At that time, Chu Zihang did not know kendo and could only endure the ridicule. In order to retaliate, he spent three years practicing kendo hard. Finally, at the elementary school graduation ceremony, he beat down the black belt who had ridiculed him many times with a bamboo sword.

After that, Chu Zihang continued to practice kendo diligently. It had nothing to do with revenge on anyone, but because he wanted to do his best in everything he did, whether it was academics, basketball, or kendo.

"I won't spar with you anymore. I'm going to go out for a walk."

Chu Zihang threw a word to the students in the kendo class and turned to leave.

He knew that with his level, he could only get other students beaten up, which would not benefit others. He was not good at giving advice to others...

Chu Zihang turned a corner and subconsciously looked towards the dojo next door. Sure enough, there was a man and a woman practicing kendo. They were not wearing protective gear, and their heads were covered with rare red hair. At first glance, they looked like a pair of siblings.

The girls' kendo skills are quite superb, but when facing men, such as children waving toy swords, they are always defeated in a few moves.

"With such little strength, you still want revenge? Do it again, attack me!"

Chu Zihang heard the red-haired man shouting, urging the other red-haired girl to stand up and attack him. So the girl stubbornly got up.

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'revenge?'

Chu Zihang suddenly recalled his past experience in his mind. He practiced kendo madly for several years in order to defeat the karate black belt, a person who was almost impossible for him to defeat in elementary school.

Now he no longer has that goal that he worked so hard for.

The red-haired man was still training the girl with the same hair color as him. His kendo skills were so good that Chu Zihang couldn't tell how deep he was no matter how hard he looked. It was like a peak with no end in sight.

Chu Zihang's current kendo practice is based on materials and tutorials. He imagines and simulates his opponents in his mind and studies sword techniques from this. It is rare to meet such a good opponent, and his heart cannot help but be moved.

He tried to put himself in the red-haired man's shoes and wondered how he would win.

But soon, Chu Zihang's mind became distracted from the repeated simulations in his mind, and he couldn't do it.

Perhaps a better approach would be to think about how to find an opportunity to learn from him... Unfortunately, men and women train together, so why should I interfere and take up their time? Most likely, I won't be able to learn from them.

Chu Zihang gradually became mesmerized, until dense raindrops fell outside and he realized that a long time had passed. The sun had already set. The weather in midsummer could change at any time, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if a rainstorm was coming.

What's worse is that he didn't bring an umbrella. The rain will definitely get heavier and heavier, and even if he has an umbrella, it will be useless.

Chu Zihang took out his cell phone and just then received a text message from his mother saying that she and her aunts would stay in the Jiuguang Department Store for a few more drinks and would probably stay until very late. No one would come to pick him up, so he had to take a taxi back by himself.

Chu Zihang first told his mother not to worry, then thought for a moment and decided not to call his "new father," Lu Tianming. This father was very busy and would never remember to do something as trivial as picking up a child on a rainy day. So he sent the text message to someone else... Chu Tianjiao's phone.

"No problem! You wait at the door, I'll be there in a moment!" The old father always responded quickly and was as attentive as a driver... Well, he was a driver.

Not long after, Chu Zihang welcomed a pure black "Maybach" - it was said that the price was several times that of his new father Lu Tianming's "Mercedes-Benz S500". These were what Chu Tianjiao loved to brag about the most, as if this nine million Maybach was his.

The old father parked the car at the entrance, got out and walked over with an umbrella and a cheerful face to shield his son from the rain, but Chu Zihang walked into the rain on his own, leaving Chu Tianjiao with a cold shoulder.

At this moment, the red-haired "brother and sister" happened to walk out of the door and ran into the rain. Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment and wondered whether he should invite them to give him a ride.

But the man and woman ran very fast and soon arrived in front of a red Ferrari, stopped and got into the car swiftly.

Chu Tianjiao followed his son's gaze and saw the couple. "Are these your friends?"

Chu Zihang shook his head, "We met at the Kendo Hall, so we can't really be considered acquaintances."

The father and son hurriedly stepped into the Maybach in the rain. Chu Tianjiao quickly turned on the rear seat heating function for Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the back seat after being drenched in the rain for a while.

Then, Chu Tianjiao said in a serious tone that Chu Zihang had never heard before, "Listen, son, don't get close to them, especially the red-haired man."

"?" Chu Zihang raised his head in surprise. His father turned around from the driver's seat and showed him a serious face that was completely different from his usual carefree and cheerful look.

Chu Tianjiao was not joking this time. In the past, he was always confident in his son and never cared about his happy life in the reconstituted family, but now Chu Tianjiao issued such a warning.

"Why?" Chu Zihang didn't understand. Chu Tianjiao's warning was a bit too abrupt and confusing.

"They are... very troublesome and dangerous." The man hesitated for a long time, and finally uttered these few words under his son's gaze.

The middle-aged man, who was ostensibly a car driver, was so frustrated that he couldn't express himself. He could only sigh inwardly, "Son, they are not from the same world as you are now..."

And if possible, I hope you, son, will never have anything to do with people from that world.

----

Emiya and his companion paid no attention to the passing Chu Tianjiao and his son. They ran into the brightly painted Ferrari. Emiya skillfully took the driver's seat, started the car, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator. This was the car that Nuonuo had sent over after a phone call not long ago.

Originally, Nuonuo was eager to get in the driver's seat, but she had just trained in the kendo hall for half a day and had lost a lot of energy.

A mixture of sweat and rain soaked her slim-fitting short top, revealing the outline of her light-colored underwear, so she put on a loose kendo uniform on the outside. Her wet red hair stuck together, still dripping water stains onto the white fabric.

So Emiya asked Nono to sit next to him and started the car himself.

When asked about the source of the vehicle, Nono explained that he borrowed it from a friend.

"Your friend's car? Which friend?" It was the first time that Emiya heard that Nono had friends in this city. He thought that Nono was under surveillance in the manor all year round and could not travel across cities.

Nuonuo reached out and turned on the wiper. The rain pouring down from the front flowed down the windshield, and the car cut through the rain like a sharp blade.

"To be exact, not really a friend, but a former elementary school classmate. He's the son of Mr. Shao, the CEO of the Black Prince Group. He has a garage full of cars, and he wouldn't really mind if one of them were missing."

"I see," Emiya nodded, then he suddenly remembered how Nono usually treated people carelessly and completely ignored etiquette, and he instructed like an old lady, "Remember to say thank you."

Nuonuo, who had never thought about this, was stunned for a moment, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The rain gradually thickened, like a torrent of water stretching from heaven to earth, or a vast abyss. The rain surrounding the Ferrari made a tinkling sound, but the interior of the car was quietly filled with a quiet atmosphere.

Seeing Nono staring at the heavy rain with no intention of resting, Emiya reached out and turned on the car radio. The announcer's calm voice happened to come out from it:

"...Now issuing a typhoon emergency alert. According to the Municipal Meteorological Observatory, Typhoon Dandelion, No. 0407 this year, is expected to make landfall on our city's southeastern coast as early as tomorrow evening, bringing heavy rainfall and strong typhoon winds. All units are requested to take timely precautions."

"Due to heavy rainfall, provincial and national highways passing through the city will be completely closed from midnight tomorrow. In addition, visibility on elevated roads is expected to be less than 0 meters. Drivers are advised to prepare to take detours."

Emiya's mind was moved, "Why is there a rainstorm and a typhoon?"

He still remembered that the last time he met Odin, it was also such terrible weather... The suspicion of being followed and the bad weather gradually disintegrated the good mood brought by going out and completely destroyed it.

While driving back to the Regent Hotel, Emiya asked Nono to pay attention to the message from Lord Wa.

When he suspected problems in the city and noticed being followed, Emiya asked Nono to make a report and, at the same time, inform Wa of his suspicion that there were enemies hiding in the city, and asked the Zhou family to check whether there were any suspicious targets involved with "Odin".

By the time the Chen family incident concluded and evidence of inhumane experiments had been uncovered, the Zhou family had largely concluded that Odin and a large overseas organization were behind the incident. Although Shenzhou had initially accused and pressured the secret party, the secret party was now in disarray and struggling to protect itself, and there was no hope of quickly identifying the true culprit.

To further gather valuable information, the Chen family's businesses were also jointly investigated by other prominent Shenzhou families. Bank account statements, accounting books, invoices, contracts, transaction records, and more were all scrutinized.

High-ranking officials and members of the Chen family who were deeply involved were almost all thrown into jail for "serious economic crimes" under the manipulation of the aristocratic families. As for physical assets such as cash, stocks, bonds, and even real estate and vehicles, they were first seized and frozen and finally confiscated.

...The Chen family just disappeared like that, but the overseas organization is still at large. Although the Shenzhou family has some suspected targets in South America, Japan and other regions, they cannot produce solid evidence like the Chen family did last time, and cross-border law enforcement is a complicated and difficult issue after all.

Emiya did not participate in the professional and complex asset inventory at that time, but Wa was sure to find some valuable information.

The two parked the Ferrari in the underground garage of the Regent Hotel. After taking the elevator up, Emiya called Old Tang again.

After the call was connected, a noisy sound came from the other end of the microphone, like the crackling of a keyboard and the sound effects of a game, forming a reverberation that was transmitted back and forth in the room.

"Hey, Old Tang, it's pouring rain outside. Why are you still playing esports?"

"That's right, brother!" Old Tang said leisurely, like a general commanding a tent. "These days, only couples have to consider the weather when traveling together. StarCraft players like us have a PC in hand, and the world is ours! A rainstorm won't affect us at all!"

"..." Emiya suspected that Lao Tang was implying something about him and Nono, but he had no evidence... But now was not the time to joke around, "Lao Tang, something happened, be careful over there."

"What? Hey! Move... Don't scare me, brother Emiya, I almost got fucked!" There was another series of clacking sounds from Old Tang's keyboard.