The all-powerful middle schooler

During this week, she basically had no time to rest. Every day she was subjected to a sea of ​​questions arranged for her by the other party. She even stayed at home on the weekend and did not go out. At one point, the therapist thought she had gone mad.

That's pretty much it; now she dreams of all sorts of mathematical formulas every night when she sleeps.

Time slips away quietly.

"It's improved a lot, Takanashi's swimming style."

After grading the papers, Natsukawa Masaki was also slightly surprised.

"Hmph, for the dignified True Eye of the Evil King, this level of difficulty is naturally..."

"This time I actually managed to score over 40 points."

Rikka Takanashi was still in a smug state when her moment was immediately interrupted.

"Only 40-something points?"

Her lips twitched.

"A 20-fold increase is indeed a significant improvement."

Natsukawa Masaki raised her head and smiled gently.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Rikka clenched her fists, but quickly cheered herself up, clenching her fists to encourage herself.

"Master, you can definitely do it, death!"

Sanae Tokomori was also overjoyed.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sudden knocking on the door startled everyone.

"Wait a mininute."

Nishiki Mori Natsumi, the Grim Reaper, went to open the door.

Before everyone appeared a stunningly beautiful and mature woman with long purple hair and bangs shaped like an inverted triangle, exuding the aura of a sophisticated beauty.

The girls naturally recognized her; she was Saeko Busujima, who had once had a spectacular duel with their club president, a battle they still vividly remembered.

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

Saeko Busujima first greeted everyone politely, then her gaze fell on the only man in the activity room, and her cold and aloof face softened with a friendly smile.

It's obvious that this senior student from Busujima's target is their department head.

The girls all realized this and turned their gazes in that direction as well.

"Senior Busujima, is there something you need here?"

Hanesegawa Izumi raised her eyes and looked over.

He wouldn't visit a temple without a reason, and although he hadn't had much contact with her, he had a general understanding of her personality and interests.

I suspect it's something related to Kendo (the art of swordsmanship).

"Hasegawa-kun, I'm here to see you, not to ask you for anything... Actually, my father wants to invite you to meet him."

Saeko Busujima said with a smile.

"Eh!?"

The girls' expressions changed drastically in an instant.

"Minister, does this mean your relationship with Busujima-senpai has progressed to the point of meeting each other's parents? Ah, no! Minister should be mine..."

Natsukawa Masuzu extended her fair right hand to him and spoke in a mournful tone.

"Is the relationship progressing that fast? I don't think so."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu hesitated for a moment, but was not swayed by Natsukawa.

The expressions on Rikka Takanashi's and Sanae Dekomori's faces were somewhat indescribable.

"Oh, that's not what I meant."

Saeko Busujima blushed and hurriedly waved her hand stiffly.

This expression, so different from her usual demeanor, is quite adorable.

"Your father probably wants to have a match with me to restore the reputation of the Busujima School."

Hasegawa Izumi smiled to herself and said with certainty.

In many stories he remembered, the plot unfolded in this way: after beating the young, the old would come; after beating the old, the even older would come; after beating the family, the sect would come... taking turns to give the protagonist experience.

"No, my father just told me he wanted to meet with you to discuss matters related to swordsmanship."

This was quickly rejected by Busujima-senpai.

"Is it just for discussion?"

He let out a light sigh.

"By the way, it seems like Busujima-senpai's father is quite famous, right?"

Dansheng Valley Senxia asked hesitantly.

"of course."

The voice of the witch of lust suddenly turned serious.

"Masao Busujima won the national kendo championship in his first competition in 2000 and won the national championship in the following years. In 2007, he defeated Jujiro Yagyu, the top disciple of the contemporary Shinkage-ryu school. In 2017, he defeated Shingo Kato, a 9th dan kendo master. He is one of the few kendo masters in Japan today and is known as the 'Demon Swordsman' because it is said that his defeated opponents often cannot detect his movements when he strikes."

Everyone else's attention shifted to him, and they immediately noticed that he was actually just reading words from his phone.

"Sounds like a very impressive person."

"Dansheng Valley Mori Natsumi exclaimed in amazement."

"Nothing special, just a mere human. Death only used a mortal's sword."

Sanae Tokomori gave a soft hum.

Ok?

How could you say such a thing in front of someone's daughter?

Dansheng Valley and Natsukawa glanced at Saeko Busujima, only to find her expression calm and unresponsive. Instead, she calmly said, "Father is indeed very powerful, but I will surpass him sooner or later."

Judging from the looks of it, the relationship between the father and daughter doesn't seem to be very good.

However, they didn't gossip about it.

"Hasegawa-kun, what's your decision? If you refuse, I'll go and turn him down. Don't worry about anything else."

Saeko Busujima said this in a very reasonable manner.

"To be honest, I'm not really interested... but it wouldn't hurt to go and meet her."

After thinking for a moment, Izumi Hasegawa agreed.

Judging from his personal background, Busujima's father is considered to be among the top-ranked individuals in the human world in terms of individual combat strength.

This is a good opportunity to observe them and see if they have been affected by this era of change.

As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.

……

On the weekend.

"Xiao Jiu, I need to go out this afternoon."

"My other half, you are about to go to the human world to leave your legend behind again."

After informing her younger sister about the matter, Izumi Hasegawa traveled alone to the outskirts of Tokyo.

After entering a narrow path, we finally saw an antique samurai mansion at the end of the road. Looking inside from the outside, we could see a towering tree rising from the ground.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

"crunch..."

"Hasegawa-kun, you've already arrived."

Saeko Busujima spotted him immediately.

"It's getting late, and I don't like being late."

As he answered, he also noticed what Busujima was wearing today: a purple kimono with white flowers, her purple hair tied up high, revealing her snow-white shoulders and neck, making her look more elegant, noble, and sexy, quite different from how she looked at school.

"Well then, please come in, Izumi Hasegawa. My father seems to be getting impatient."

Saeko Busujima glanced back, then pushed open the wooden door, stepping aside to let him in.

The courtyard was spacious and monotonous in color, with only the leaves fluttering in the air adding a touch of green.

Not far from the big tree, there is a stone pavilion.

Dressed in samurai attire, Masao Busujima sat on a stone chair, brewing tea on a stone table. The boiling water poured into the teacup, causing the tea leaves to regain their vibrant color and releasing a rich aroma.

"Hasegawa-kun, we've finally met."

When he got close, Masao Busujima pretended to notice him and looked up at him.

He seemed like an ordinary young man, but this very young man defeated her daughter and, through his guidance, greatly improved her daughter's swordsmanship.

This really feels somewhat unreal.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Busujima-senpai."

Hasegawa Izumi nodded calmly and sat down opposite him.

"Today, let's brew tea and discuss swordsmanship."

Masao Busujima pushed a cup of tea towards him, his eyes shining brightly, radiating a sharp, sword-like edge.

101 Flying Sword Style!

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

A person's emotions and thoughts can often be revealed through a single glance.

Different people have different eyes, which can evoke different feelings in others.

For example, a swordsman, when not concealing his gaze, will have a very sharp look in his eyes, which can even give people a stinging feeling. In swordsmanship, this is usually called "eye-seeing technique".

This is certainly not some mystical thing like sword intent, but a method of creating pressure through eye contact, causing the other person's body to react instinctively.

"Very fierce and sharp-minded, he is indeed a swordsman of outstanding achievement in this era."

This is how Hasegawa Izumi felt from the other person's gaze at that moment.

Moreover, compared to Busujima's violent instincts, her father, Masao Busujima, harbored an even more substantial ruthlessness in his eyes.

He could tell that the other party must have killed people with his own hands, and more than one. Compared to swordsmen in kendo competitions, he was undoubtedly a master of practical combat.

Of course, he wasn't interested in the backstory, nor did he feel that the other party had the ability to instill fear in him.

"For the sake of Senior Busujima, I can keep you company."

He answered calmly.

"Uh."

Upon hearing this, Masao Busujima was momentarily stunned.

In this kid's eyes, his own reputation is not as useful as his daughter's name?

"How could Hasegawa-kun say such a thing..."

Sitting on the stone bench, surrounded by a circle of flying chairs in the pavilion, the purple-haired mature woman listened silently, her face slightly flushed.

But she had no ulterior motives. In her eyes, Hasegawa-kun was an unparalleled swordsmanship prodigy who was single-mindedly devoted to the sword. He shouldn't be so worldly. She was just expressing the closeness of their relationship, nothing more.

"Senior Busujima, what is a sword in your eyes?"

Hasegawa Izumi opened her eyes wide, her gaze searching as she looked at the other person.

"The sword is a spirit. Just as the sword itself should be upright, so too should a person be upright... That's what my former kendo teacher taught me."

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Masao Busujima's eyes, and his tone was somewhat wistful before turning indifferent.