I'm surrounded by devil sisters!

When the power of an individual is enough to defeat the entire group, the position within the group loses its binding force on the individual.

So it eventually evolved into the current situation.

"call--"

Busujima Saeko slowly adjusted her breathing. Her kendo uniform was already soaked but she didn't care at all. The wooden sword in her hand was in a straight line with her forearm and tiger's mouth, pointing downward at a forty-five degree angle. Sweat flowed along her wrist to the tip of the sword.

She closed her eyes and repeatedly imagined in her mind the momentum of Huakaiyuan Fogui's kick that split the mountain yesterday, and the sword intent around her continued to gather.

Then he slowly raised the wooden sword in his hand, before the sweat had time to slide down the blade.

Cut it down with one sword!

Zheng——!

The wooden blade split the air, emitting an unprecedented metallic hum. The dazzling blade light condensed into substance and extended forward, leaving an extremely thin cut mark on the wooden floor of the dojo under his feet, which was ten meters long.

It's sword energy.

She actually used the wooden sword as a medium to slash out sword energy!

But... it's still far from enough.

Busujima Saeko slowly opened her eyes, looked at the marks she had just made on the ground, and shook her head regretfully in her heart.

She remembered it clearly. At that time, Hua Kaiyuan Fogui did not use any spiritual power when he kicked her. He shook the entire mountain purely with physical strength.

That level has probably already exceeded the limits of human beings.

"It's getting late, let's go back..."

Glancing at the street lights lit up on campus outside the kendo hall window, Busujima Saeko put away her stance and walked towards the locker room with her wooden sword.

Anyway, change your wet clothes first, then take a shower before going back. There is a bathroom in the school kendo hall.

……

At the same time, in a small free park located 300 meters away from Ju Wang College.

The girl with orange twin ponytails leaned limply on the parallel bars that old men and women used to exercise in the early morning, and couldn't help sighing as she listened to the chirping of insects coming from the green belt beside her ears.

"Really? There's absolutely no trace of the Fallen Angels. Could it be that the intelligence from headquarters is wrong?"

"probably not."

Xenovia, who was sitting on the leg-stretching fitness equipment, shook her head while holding the holy sword wrapped in white cloth.

"It's normal that they're hard to find. According to headquarters' intelligence, the one who stole the three holy swords was Kokabil, a Ten-Winged Officer among the Fallen Angels. A Fallen Angel of that caliber certainly wouldn't reveal his whereabouts like a rookie. He's probably hiding in some unnoticeable corner, waiting for us to take the bait."

"That does make sense..."

Irina curled her lips.

"But Xenovia, you said you took the bait... I've had a question since before we set out. If the other party is really a cadre-level Fallen Angel, can we really deal with it with the power of the two of us?"

"I'm afraid not."

Xenovia shook her head again.

"So the Church probably sent us here with the intention of sacrificing us. But we must complete the mission no matter what. The Holy Sword is a weapon bestowed by God upon us Church warriors. Rather than letting it fall into the hands of the infidels and become their accomplices, we'd rather destroy it directly."

"That's what I said..."

Irina thought about it, then suddenly hit her palm, and a small light bulb lit up on her forehead.

"By the way, Xenovia, before at school, Fogui said that he had killed several Fallen Angels but didn't notice any Holy Swords. Is it possible that the three Holy Swords are still there, but Fogui didn't look for them at all, or didn't pick them up after finding them? In this case, wouldn't we know where they fought before, find the lost Holy Swords, and then we can go back and complete the quest?"

"That shouldn't be possible, right?" Xenovia hesitated. "The three holy swords are such conspicuous targets. Moreover, the holy swords are divine weapons. Even high-ranking demons can't resist their temptation. How can ordinary humans..."

"Xenovia~ Do you still think that Fogui is an ordinary person?"

The orange-haired girl with twin ponytails held up her cheeks and said speechlessly.

"And this is what you don't understand about him, Xenovia. He's actually always been quite averse to using weapons. When he was a child, the church in Kyoto had a holy sword, but when he was invited to see it, he showed no interest at all. He's probably a staunch... well, hand-to-hand combat person, I guess."

"Hmm, so it's possible that the holy sword is left behind."

Xenovia thought seriously for a moment, then made a decision.

"In that case, I'll go take a look at the place where they fought. Irina, you should continue searching for the Fallen Angels. We'll split up, so it's more efficient. Feel free to call for a meeting if anything happens."

"OK~"

After finalizing the battle plan, the two girls from the church stood up, one heading west while the other continued to search the ground towards the north.

Less than ten minutes after Irina and Xenovia left, a familiar silver figure darted out from the green belt and fell from the branches. He carried a silver giant sword shaped like lightning on his shoulder and looked around at the empty fitness area, sticking out his tongue in confusion.

"Huh? I could smell the Holy Sword just now. Where's the person?"

"Forget it, let's just look around first..."

Chapter 82: The Senior Sister Who Was Stopped Every Time She Opened Her Big Body

Coincidentally.

As the night wind blew past her ears, Busujima Saeko stopped on her way home.

She stared at the silver-haired young man with a huge sword on his shoulder and stitches all over his body, standing under a streetlight not far ahead.

As a national first-class sorcerer, she has witnessed many bizarre scenes, even more than all the so-called "courage test bloggers" on the Internet combined, so she can see it at a glance.

There is definitely something wrong with this silver-haired man in front of me!

Although many of my colleagues at the Jujutsu High School did not look like normal people at first glance, at least when you actually get to know them, you will find that they actually have the side of being ordinary people in their daily lives.

Take Todou Aoi as an example. Although at first glance he gives people the impression of a super-male delinquent who relies on his physique to stir up trouble, he is actually a pure and innocent boy who is a fanatical fan of stars. His favorite idol is the soft and cute pink one.

However, the silver-haired man in front of her gave Busujima Saeko the feeling of complete madness. Even the first sentence he asked when they met was "Have you seen any church lackeys with holy swords nearby?"

"What...are you?"

Without answering the other party's question, the girl slowly drew out the samurai sword from her scabbard. The silver blade drew a cold light in the deep night.

"Eh? Me?"

The silver-haired young priest, whose body was covered with scars as if he had been cut into pieces and sewn back together, pointed at himself with his tongue, then raised his head and laughed disgustingly, saliva constantly spurting out from the back of his throat, and he pulled at his priest's uniform frantically.

"What? Can't you see? I'm a priest. Ah... to be more precise, a former priest. Okay, stop wasting time and tell me if you've seen any church lackeys with holy swords around here."

"No, it's better to say that even if someone like you saw it, I wouldn't tell you."

Busujima Saeko let out a light breath, put the sword bag aside, and held the sword with both hands, assuming the "straight-eyed" posture in kendo.

"How disgusting! How about going to a mental hospital and improving your mental state before you go out and scare people with this look?"

"what!?"

Freed, who looked completely different than before, stared at the girl's posture with wide eyes, his tongue dripping with saliva wagging in the air.

"Miss, you...are you planning to fight me? Hmm~ What a pity! I was going to let you go after I finished asking you questions, but since you can't give me a satisfactory answer, then-"

"Kill you!!!"

The topic changed without warning. The Stitching Priest, who was still talking about the holy sword a second ago, suddenly jumped high, turned his back to the street light, and swung the lightning-shaped giant sword in his hand to chop down.

coming!

Busujima Saeko immediately raised her knife to block, with the tip of the knife slightly pointed downwards to prepare to absorb the force.

Clang!

The moment the swords collided, dazzling sparks burst into the air, dispersing the night and pushing the girl back several meters.

This was indeed a powerful and devastating blow.

But it's not surprising. Busujima Saeko had no intention of fighting hard. After all, the samurai sword is more flexible and light, and it is unlikely to have the upper hand in a head-on collision with a powerful Western giant sword.

She wants to win with speed!

Her mind raced, and in a flash the kendo girl had steady her body. She took a step forward and was about to swing her sword, taking down the opponent in one fell swoop while he was still recovering from his attack.

However, the knife that was thought to be sure to hit the target missed.

what?

Busujima Saeko looked up in surprise.

The silver-haired priest, who was supposed to be standing still after the attack, suddenly jumped up to three meters high like Super Sonic with a movement method that was completely incompatible with human functions, and then spun and chopped down like Gazi's moves in Berserk.

The kendo girl dodged in time, and the next moment the sharp blade of the lightning giant sword chopped down almost with its front and back feet, easily cutting through the hard asphalt road with one stroke, and gravel flew everywhere.

Busujima Saeko's pupils shrank slightly.

This level of attack power is absolutely beyond the scope of normal weapons. Logically speaking, that kind of shape should not be used as a weapon at all, but the opponent not only did it, but even exerted a power far beyond that of ordinary weapons, and the speed was completely unreasonable.

A cursed tool? No, according to what they said, it should be called a holy sword.

Although it is unclear what the so-called holy sword is, judging from the combat power displayed by the opponent, it is obvious that he is not just an ordinary person with a mental disorder.

The attack power far exceeds that of the samurai sword, and the speed is no less than hers. If they continue to fight like this... they will lose!

Fortunately, there was no one else around, so she didn't have to show mercy.

"Hiss~Fu~"

Busujima Saeko took a slow, deep breath, and traces of strength began to radiate from her body.

It is no longer the black or dark blue cursed power of ordinary sorcerers, but red spiritual power with a density far exceeding that!

Unlike Rias's flaming crimson destructive magic, the red spiritual power emanating from the kendo girl was like a thick mist, sticky and carrying a strong smell of blood, as if it was rising from a blood swamp.

"Huh? This kind of magical fluctuation, are you serious about this, Miss?"

Freed grinned wildly.

"Come on, come on! I just got some new equipment and haven't had time to try it out yet!"

Before she finished her words, Busujima Saeko held the blade in her other hand and slowly wiped it across. A hint of dark red blood stained the clear blade, complementing the rich blood color that permeated around her.

The kendo girl muttered, as if she was gritting steel between her teeth.

"Eight Thousand Streams, All..."

"Finally found him! Little sister, please stand back and let me deal with him, Amen!"

Ok?

The girl's voice suddenly broke in without warning, and the bloodshot in Busujima Saeko's eyes instantly faded away.

When she raised her head and looked upwards in the direction of the sound, she saw a girl in a white robe and orange twintails leaping down from the air with a long whip in her hand. She swung the whip and hit the ground, instantly cutting a long and deep ravine on the road. The power was no less than that of the giant lightning sword just now.

Behind the other person was a girl with short blue hair who also carried a huge sword on her shoulder. The two of them fell down one after another to block her.

"Yeah? Yeah yeah yeah?!"

Seeing the sudden change in the situation, Fried held up his huge sword to block in front of him, with an angry and helpless expression on his face.

"Damn it, we agreed on a one-on-one duel, why are there so many people suddenly showing up? Seriously... I can only run away now. I finally wanted to fight a few moves with the pretty sister."

But then he changed the subject and smiled that disgusting and crazy smile again.

"That's good, though. This confirms that the church's lackeys have indeed been lured here. Let's go back and report to the boss. Bye~"

After saying that, he took out a smoke bomb from his body and threw it on the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

"stop!"

"Wait a minute, Irina!"

Seeing that the other party was about to escape, Irina got impatient and wanted to continue chasing him, but fortunately, Xenovia beside her grabbed her and pulled her down in time.

When the dust cleared, Father Suture was nowhere to be seen.

"Alas, he ran away. By the way, are you okay?"

Irina turned around and looked at the kendo girl behind her. She was slightly stunned when her eyes fell on the latter's clothes.

"Oh? Are you from the same school as Fogui?"

Chapter 83: Sister's stomach is sore, sister's fingers are sore

Ten minutes later, driven by the same name, three young girls who looked like high school students came to a nearby restaurant and sat down.

"I see, Miss Busujima is a sorcerer from the Japan Jujutsu Association. In a way, we're in the same profession... By the way, school should have been over by now, right? Miss Busujima is still out so late, is she working?"