The all-powerful middle schooler

To enhance the reputation of the Busujima family's swordsmanship, her father, Masao Busujima, spent most of his time at overseas dojos, and it had been two years since she last saw him.

Why did you suddenly come back?

She said calmly.

"Because I heard that many swordsmanship geniuses have emerged in the country in the last two years, I plan to go back and give them some guidance."

My father’s slightly deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

That's utter nonsense.

She knew what kind of person her father was; he was absolutely profit-driven and wouldn't be so kind. Someone else must have offered a very good price.

"I understand, I will go to greet you."

She hung up the phone again very quickly.

She had nothing to talk about with her father. After all, since her mother passed away, her father had been focused on reviving the glory of the Poison Island School, and had even become somewhat obsessed with it. Apart from teaching her swordsmanship, he didn't care about her at all.

The next morning, Saeko Busujima met her father at the airport. He seemed to be no different from her past impressions, with his unruly, slightly curly, shoulder-length black hair, a beard of medium length, and a well-defined face, except that his eyes had become more gloomy.

"Yako, go to the dojo first. I want to see how much you've improved lately."

When the two sides met, Masao Busujima spoke very coldly.

"I see."

This was clearly not the normal attitude of a father towards his daughter, but Yoko Busujima was used to it and nodded calmly.

Some time later, the father and daughter arrived at the Dokjima family's dojo in Japan.

"You must grip the sword firmly, otherwise your own sword might fly away when it clashes with your opponent's..."

"Too low, raise your arm about 15 degrees..."

"If you bend your knees too far, it's easy to lose your balance."

Inside the training hall, a short-haired young man who looked to be in his twenties was instructing a group of students.

His name is Miyamoto Hiroki, the current dojo master of the Busujima-ryu school in Japan, and also Busujima Masao's most outstanding disciple. He is a sixth-dan swordsman with superb swordsmanship, but in terms of actual swordsmanship, he is already considered a first-class swordsman in Japan.

According to the regulations of the International Kendo Federation in 2003, there are a total of ten kendo ranks, from 1st Dan to 10th Dan. 1st Dan is the lowest and 10th Dan is the highest. Ranks from 1st Dan to 8th Dan are obtained through a rank examination, while 9th Dan and 10th Dan are honorary ranks.

There are no skipping levels in the exams, and there are time limits.

Generally speaking, the sixth dan is the limit for non-professional swordsmen. When a swordsman obtains the sixth dan qualification, he usually no longer has any technical weaknesses. The main test is no longer technique, but rather his awareness and mindset in the face of battle.

However, he has defeated swordsmen of the seventh dan level multiple times in actual combat.

Therefore, it's only a matter of time before he reaches a higher level, and he is a true genius.

Among the younger generation of martial arts masters in Tokyo, only the senior disciple of the Broken Water Flow School can defeat him.

"Master, are you back?"

When the Busujima father and daughter arrived at the dojo, they did not conceal their footsteps, so Miyamoto Hiroki immediately looked towards the entrance, but the people who came were somewhat unexpected.

"Well, I'm back."

Masao Busujima remained indifferent.

The trainees were unusually excited when they saw him arrive.

Because the opponent is a renowned swordsman, the leader of the Busujima school, a figure of both strength and status, known as the 'Demon Swordsman'!

“Let them pause their training… Hongyi, you have a match with Saeko next, I want to see her recent progress.”

Masao Busujima glanced in that direction only before quickly looking away.

"Yes!"

Miyamoto Hiroki didn't ask why. As a disciple, he knew his master's temperament. He turned around and directed the students to disperse to one side.

However, the trainees were not angry about this; on the contrary, they were particularly happy because this was a rare high-level competition.

"Really? Miss Busujima is going to have a match with the gym leader?"

"By the way, who do you think will win? I remember that Miss Busujima is a once-in-a-lifetime genius in the Busujima family, right?"

"Is there even a question? Of course the curator is more powerful! Putting aside the age difference between them, men have a significant advantage over women."

"You should be asking how long Miss Busujima can hold out."

Everyone discussed it repeatedly, but everyone had the same opinion about the result of the game.

One side of the training field.

Saeko Busujima, dressed in her kendo uniform, still looked as elegant and beautiful as ever.

She gripped the wooden sword and faced her former senior brother once again, but this time she felt no immense pressure.

because……

She learned the man's swordsmanship.

100 Today, let's brew tea and discuss swordsmanship!

The Thirteen Deadly Swords.

This is the sword technique that Hasegawa taught her, a terrifying sword art that can even give one a devastating feeling when practicing it. The killing intent it contains is far more ferocious than her family's traditional sword art.

Normally speaking, it would be unsuitable for her to practice this kind of swordsmanship in her current state, as it would only unleash the violent impulse within her.

However, after understanding the mental technique, she realized that it was indeed the most suitable sword technique for her.

She gradually became able to control the inexplicable killing intent rising in her heart and decide the degree to which she released it. This not only helped her enhance the power of her swordsmanship by using this emotion, but also allowed her heart to get closer to the next realm called 'the state of no heart'.

"Young Miss, I will not hold back."

After putting on the mask, the physically strong senior brother standing in front of him made a statement.

"This time, I will win."

After taking a deep breath, Saeko Busujima spoke quite frankly.

Since that day, she felt herself improving every day, and her long-suppressed and restricted talent had brought about a dramatic improvement.

Let this battle reveal just how strong she is now!

"Young Miss, this is the first time you've been so confident."

Miyamoto Hiroki was quite surprised, but he was equally confident that he would not lose, after all, the young lady had never beaten him before.

"I will be the referee for this match."

A senior student came to the side and spoke loudly.

"The duel...begins!"

The showdown is about to begin!

Formal kendo competitions are naturally not as simple and brutal as the previous challenge match by Hasegawa Izumi, but have their own unique rules.

In Kendo, the effective striking areas are the face, throat, abdomen, and hands. Points can only be scored by hitting these areas, and the first to score three points wins.

The main attraction of a kendo match lies in the standoff between the two players before they make their move; it can be described as a battle of minds.

……

"As the senior disciple of the Poison Island School, I should attack first."

Confident in his superiority in every aspect, Miyamoto Hiroki preemptively struck without hesitation, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands. He then took a step forward and thrust sharply, aiming at Saeko Busujima's right hand.

However, in the next instant, Saeko Busujima seemed to have seen through his intentions. With a nimble twist of her wrist, she used her wooden sword to deflect the bamboo sword to the side, and then struck forward with even greater speed.

Snapped!

"what?"

Hit in the abdomen, Miyamoto Hiroki was forced back several steps by the force of the blow, and instinctively reached out to press his abdomen, feeling intense pain.

However, the pain was secondary; what surprised him more was the young lady's speed and skill, which had undergone a complete transformation compared to before.

The young lady is indeed a genius, but she has always been somewhat behind him. However, now it seems that the balance of power has been reversed.

"One! Miss gets a point first!"

The referee announced the news, his face covered in sweat.

This result shocked everyone present.

No one could have predicted that the battle would unfold in this way.

Even Masao Busujima, who was sitting in the main seat watching the game, was quite surprised.

When did his daughter become this strong?

The game continues.

After a long and intense match, Saeko Busujima emerged victorious with a score of 3-1.

Saeko Busujima's performance was indeed amazing, but she wasn't strong enough to completely overwhelm Hiroki Miyamoto; she didn't achieve a complete victory.

"I've lost, Miss. You've surpassed me."

Miyamoto Hiroki bowed down in complete admiration.

"Young Miss is too strong!"

"Miss Busujima is truly a once-in-a-century swordsmanship prodigy!"

"Miss Busujima is so young yet her swordsmanship is so exquisite. Perhaps she can surpass the Busujima family head and become the 'Sword Saint' of our time."

Seeing the leader's performance, the students, who had been chattering and arguing, were almost certain that he hadn't held back in the fight and had genuinely lost to the young lady. They all applauded.

After the competition, the trainees continued training on the field, while Saeko Busujima and Hiroki Miyamoto followed Masao Busujima into the dark room.

"It's truly astonishing. I never expected you, Yako, to beat Hiroki. I had no idea you'd progressed so quickly in the last two years..."

Saeko Busujima sat in the main seat, trying to maintain a calm expression, but the fingers that kept tapping back and forth on the armrests of her chair revealed the turmoil in her heart.

"this is nothing."

Saeko Busujima stared straight at him, her gaze quite cold.

The conversation between the two made Miyamoto Hiroki, who was standing next to them, feel somewhat oppressed.

Masao Busujima didn't seem to care about his daughter's behavior. Instead, his eyes flickered as he suddenly remembered something.

"Even so, you still lost to that guy named Hasegawa?"

Looking back now, he finds it even more unbelievable.

"It is because of Hasegawa-kun's guidance that I have been able to improve so quickly."

A hint of tenderness flashed in Saeko Busujima's eyes.

"oh.....?"

Masao Busujima narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness in them.

'A young genius even stronger than the young lady?'

Miyamoto Hiroki murmured to himself.

He had only heard about it but hadn't paid attention to it, assuming it was just a rumor. He never expected it to be true.

"Yako, could you help me invite him to meet me?"

A few seconds later, Masao Busujima's gaze sharpened.

"I can ask, but I don't know if Hasegawa-kun will agree."

Saeko Busujima said calmly.

……

The Far East Magic Club after school.

"Come on, let's see how far you've progressed, Takanashi, after a week of hellish training."

Natsukawa Masaki slammed a math test paper onto the small table with a fierce expression, crossed her arms, and looked as if her eyes were burning with rage.

"Hmm~"

Rikka Takanashi nodded very solemnly, a single word expressing a firm determination unlike any she had ever shown before.