The all-powerful middle schooler

"So that's how it is, absorbing blood essence? And even its spiritual power is growing stronger..."

He tested the power of the Killing Stone again, feeling the blood he had absorbed. After closing his eyes to experience it, he said with a satisfied expression.

"Indeed, this feeling is so captivating."

……

Before we knew it, a week had already passed since the start of the semester at Shuchiin Academy.

The Kendo Club, after that amazing duel, did not decline, but instead grew stronger.

Many people were deeply impressed after witnessing the splendor of Kendo.

Among them, Saeko Busujima, as the captain, is even more admired by her juniors.

Losing to that man is not a disgrace.

Inside the venue, members of the Kendo Club lined up, holding bamboo swords.

"If you want to master swordsmanship, a solid foundation is still extremely important..."

"Always maintain a good stance so you can be more composed when your opponent attacks!"

Ahead, a tall and aloof senior student dressed in a kendo uniform was walking back and forth, instructing them.

"Alright, now you can start your sparring."

After a while, Saeko Busujima clapped her hands and walked into the courtyard to begin her personal practice.

"It's so beautiful."

"When will I be able to wield a sword like my senior?"

On the grass, people gracefully perform sword dances, their swordsmanship flowing smoothly and elegantly. Beneath the beautiful moves lies a captivating sharpness, while members of the kendo club who have already passed the novice stage observe and learn from them from a short distance away.

Half an hour later, Saeko Busujima, who was covered in sweat, stopped what she was doing and sat down on a stone bench to rest.

Ordinary practice was no longer too strenuous for her, but she was practicing the sword technique that the man had taught her, which, in addition to consuming 'mental energy,' also involved 'refining essence into qi,' so she couldn't practice for long periods of time now.

Even so, after this period of accumulation, in addition to her steadily improving spiritual power, her physical fitness has also surpassed the limits of the human body, reaching a truly extraordinary level.

"Senior Busujima, may I wipe your sweat for you?"

A cute little girl with short hair came up to her and handed her a handkerchief, asking expectantly with her eyes.

"I'll do it myself, thank you."

Saeko Busujima smiled slightly, took the handkerchief, and wiped away her sweat.

The junior high school girl puffed out her cheeks, clearly unwilling to give up.

After wiping away her sweat, the junior student began practicing kendo.

When she finished practicing and was about to seek guidance, she found her senior looking worried.

"You were just spacing out, were you thinking about Hasegawa-kun?"

The girl pouted, a hint of jealousy in her expression.

"No, it's not..."

The stunned senior student blushed slightly, but quickly composed herself.

"Why do you think so."

"Because girls definitely like men who are stronger than themselves, and for Busujima-senpai, there's only Hasegawa-kun, right? Although I don't want to admit it, that man is really amazing, and I can't compare to him at all."

The junior student sighed, completely convinced of her defeat.

"Don't let your mind wander all day. This is the Kendo Club."

Saeko Busujima's eyes turned cold, and she patted Saeko's shoulder as if she were angry.

"Yes! Senior, I was wrong!"

The junior schoolgirl immediately started sobbing.

Saeko Busujima smiled faintly, looked up at the sky, and let her sorrow drift into the distance.

"If it's him, surely he can guide me again?"

The reason she's been spacing out lately isn't because of Hasegawa, but because of her father.

Since the day she invited Hasegawa to visit, her father had rarely returned to the old house and seldom appeared in front of her. However, in the few times they met, she discovered something very worrying: the smell of blood on her father was getting stronger and stronger.

That wasn't murderous intent, but rather an indelible, unwashable taste called blood.

This is clearly a bad sign.

In today's society, apart from certain jobs, how can one be tainted with such a strong sense of bloodshed?

Thinking hard.

……

Far East Magic Society.

After knocking on the door and receiving permission, the senior student with her hair tied in a high ponytail slowly walked in, her neck curve like that of a white swan, showcasing her unique charm.

"Good afternoon, members of the Far East Magic Society."

"Senior Busujima? What a rare guest."

Hanesegawa Izumi gently put down her teacup.

"What's up, Senior?"

The girls all looked over, and someone prepared hot tea.

"I need your guidance."

Saeko Busujima, kneeling, bowed slightly to show her sincerity.

So grand?

He straightened his posture and said, "Please go ahead, senior, I can help you with some advice."

"My question is, if you discover that someone close to you or a relative is doing something wrong, what should you do? Should you choose to turn a blind eye, or should you seek the truth...?"

Saeko Busujima looked serious.

"Well, I believe that as long as one has a sense of justice, even evil forces can be turned into one's own."

The True Eye of the Evil King was completely confused, which revealed his true character at this moment.

"Of course! All evil will eventually be brought to justice and die!"

Sanae Tokomori reacted strongly and immediately adopted a defensive stance.

"That depends on the severity. If you can get the other party's forgiveness, you can ask him to atone for what he did."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Ah."

Natsukawa Masuzu chuckled and said, "If it's the club president, I'll support him no matter what evil he does... Why, you ask? After all, I'm a 'witch'."

Why would someone try to gain favor at a time like this?

"So cunning!"

The three girls said in unison.

"So, Minister, how would you rate this statement?"

She flirtatiously tossed her long hair.

"Zero points."

"Why!"

"Because my heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just... The one who is wrong is not me, but the world."

5

Chapter 5 Severed Kinship.

"Here we go again! Compared to me, the minister's speech sounds more like something a final boss would say!"

Natsukawa Masaki wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she pointed at the minister with both index fingers and teased him.

"No, the Sage can see the existence of truth, so something like that is possible—Death!"

Sanae Tokomori clapped her hands, making a sound on the sofa armrest.

Rikka Takanashi and Morika Nibutani thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

That's right. Compared to this unfamiliar world, Hasegawa gave them a greater sense of trust.

If we broaden our thinking, since computer programs can malfunction, it's possible that similar things could happen in the real world.

"Well, that's true."

Upon hearing this, the Witch of Greed tilted her head, lightly touched her red lips with her finger, and at that moment achieved a certain degree of synchronization with the others.

Saeko Busujima listened to the rest of the conversation without saying much, but silently kept everyone's attitudes in mind.

"It's my turn, Busujima-senpai."

At this point, Izumi Hasegawa spoke up.

She looked up, waiting solemnly.

"Actually, I don't have much to say. I think you should do whatever you want. If you think it's right, then do it. Don't care too much about what others think. Just listen to what they say and make your own decision."

Izumi Hasegawa said something that seemed like nonsense.

Saeko Busujima, however, seemed to have a sudden realization.

This requires you to examine your own conscience!

"I understand. Thank you all for your guidance."

She took a deep breath, as if she had made a decision, stood up by supporting herself with her hands on the ground, bowed, and turned away, her back view looking somewhat heavy.

"Aren't you going to chase after them? Minister, this might be a great opportunity to win their favor."

Natsukawa Masaki continued to make sarcastic remarks.

"Do we need to intervene?"

The other girls also looked at him.

"Let me think about it..."

……

We arrived at the changing room.

Saeko Busujima changed back into her school uniform and, lost in thought, returned to her old family home.

Sitting by the edge, she quietly waited for night to fall, fragmented memories flashing through her mind.

"Didn't you come back today?"

After a long while, she opened her eyes again, sighed, and took out her phone.

"Father, I have something to tell you. When are you going back to the old house?"

"I'm sorry, Yako, I'm busy right now. I have something important to do."

"I see... I understand."

She hung up the phone quickly and murmured something.

"It's still the same as before."

“But I am different now, Father.”

Time has come to the weekend.

Saeko Busujima was unaware of her father's whereabouts, so she waited until the kendo dojo opened and then visited him in person.

But unexpectedly, the kendo dojo closed down.

"Young Miss, the head of the family said that he has recently gained some insights into the way of the sword, so he has gone into seclusion to cultivate."