I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"Hehe! The terrifying Alarm Clock Monster was defeated by Ultraman Okita! Miss Okita wins big!"

That’s right, the student handbook doubles as an alarm clock.

Although this alarm clock is basically no different from a decoration, because Souji Okita always wakes up very punctually, he never gives the alarm clock a chance to work.

With a swish, the curtains were drawn open, and Okita Souji walked onto the balcony and said to the rising sun with great energy, "Good morning, Mr. Sun."

Some people say that the difference between humans and beasts is that humans understand romance. Humans express love and emotions in various ways and find beauty in the small details of life.

For example, when the sun rises from the east, the horizon at dawn.

The place where heaven and earth meet is also the realm that separates heaven and earth.

There must be a lot of myths and legends related to it, right? Okita Souji hadn't specifically looked into them.

She only remembered that in Mesopotamian mythology, both the horizon and the horizontal line were weapons of the god of war, Zababa, and their names were respectively called "the emerald horizon that opens up a thousand mountains" and "the dawn horizon that burns the seas."

Of course, what we are talking about here is the mythology of the Type-Moon world. She has no idea what the Mesopotamian mythology in her world is like.

"But speaking of which... I also want to strike a sword like that."

Looking at the blurred "line" dyed red by the sunrise, Okita Souji couldn't help but sigh.

Separating the sky and the earth with one sword, just thinking about it is so cool!

He raised his hands and clenched them, as if holding an invisible sword, and slowly slashed along the line where the sky and the earth met.

For breakfast, Okita Souji made a simple dessert.

In fact, Souji Okita didn't really like eating dessert so early, and when making desserts, she always felt that the woman was staring at her, which made her very uncomfortable.

However, it seems that Souji Okita can only make desserts now, and can't make any other food. Even desserts were forced to be learned by that woman.

That woman had very high requirements for the taste of desserts, which led to the fact that although Souji Okita couldn't even fry an egg, his dessert-making skills were world-class.

There's no way. If I'm not even world-class, there's no way I can satisfy that woman.

"Hmm... Such high-calorie food, hmm...will make me fat?"

While eating delicious dessert, Okita Souji was worried about his weight.

If she gained weight, it would be difficult for her to maintain her current light and graceful steps.

Moreover, if fat grew on her chest, it would affect her sword swinging.

Hmmm… I’m so distressed.

Okita Souji was the only one in the dormitory now, so he seemed a lot more casual.

But it doesn't matter. Souji Okita has long been used to it. When she was in college, whenever her roommates had some free time, they would go out to spend time with their girlfriends, play mahjong, sing karaoke, and go to the library to study at the end of the semester. Only she stayed in the dormitory and never went out. During the holidays, there would always be several days when she was alone in the dormitory, and her roommates would not come back at night.

As for loneliness, maybe there is. After all, her roommates are all noisy. Once they all leave and she is left alone at night, she will be surprised to find that she has not spoken a word all day.

However, living in a dormitory alone will give you a lot more freedom, and no one will compete with you for the bathroom. You can play until late without worrying about disturbing others who are sleeping.

Such days of freedom will only last until my roommate comes back, and such days of loneliness will only last until my roommate comes back.

The latest news was broadcasting on TV, and this time, Souji Okita did not wear his original black haori, but changed into the student uniform of Pojun Academy.

At this moment, the TV was broadcasting the news that Stella Famiglia, the second princess of the Famiglia Kingdom, had been admitted to Pojun Academy with the best grades in history.

The hostess praised the second princess two out of every three sentences. Okita Souji was almost tired of hearing words like "genius", "strongest", "best", and "highly anticipated new star".

It was not until the second princess, who was touted to be as powerful and perfect as a god, actually appeared on camera that Souji Okita turned his head to look at the TV.

"Is this the sultry heroine?"

Looking at the beautiful girl on TV with fiery red eyes and long fiery red hair tied into two ponytails with a yellow hairband, Souji Okita blinked and then looked away.

It looks good, but it's a pity that the swordsmanship is not that good.

At least not to a level that made her eyes light up.

But to be honest, even if it is the male protagonist Ikki Kurogane, the opponent's current swordsmanship is far from enough to satisfy Okita Souji. The protagonist at this point in time is still too immature.

But it doesn't matter, because the hero has a very high talent for swordsmanship! Especially his abnormal learning ability.

Even though she couldn't see this fine sword blank being forged and shaped for the time being, the process of it gradually becoming sharper through polishing would benefit her greatly.

After turning off the TV, she threw the remote control on the sofa and checked three times to see if she had her keys with her. After all, her roommate had not come back yet, and she would not be able to enter the dormitory without her keys.

When I opened the door, the wind blowing towards me was so refreshing.

It's really suitable weather for a morning run.

"I am leaving!"

The cherry blossoms brought by the morning breeze contrast with the girl Sakura's pink shoulder-length hair. As it strokes her hair, it also imbues it with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

"Cherry blossoms dancing on the shore... Okita Souji—attack!"

Chapter 51 First acquaintance

The concepts of most people in this world are distorted.

They care too much about the amount of magic power and neglect their own development.

Most of Souji Okita's classmates might not understand the morning run he's doing.

Because physical abilities can be enhanced by using magic power, instead of wasting time on this kind of training that does not see any growth, it is better to train your own supernatural powers and combat skills.

Control the amplitude of your leg steps, control the rhythm of your breathing, and control the strength of your arm swings.

The process of "growth" should not occur in servants, because their spiritual base is fixed and will only change under the influence of the magic that supports their existence.

But she is not an orthodox Heroic Spirit. Although her appearance and power come from her spiritual base, her inner self is still herself. From this point of view, she is a bit like a Sub-Servant like Mashu.

It seems that jogging is not helpful for Souji Okita's growth, but only those who have reached Souji Okita's level know that the more basic something is, the more you cannot let it go.

As far as she knew, the Type-Moon world's "leaders" of swordsmanship were probably Sasaki Kojiro and Miyamoto Musashi, right? Her level was still quite far from the pinnacle, but even if she had reached the same level as Sasaki Kojiro and Miyamoto Musashi, they had only been practicing very basic training.

For example, how many times you swing the sword every day.

I don’t know how high the swordsmanship level of Demon God Souji is, whether he has reached the level of Sasaki Kojiro and Miyamoto Musashi. After all, there is no Demon God Souji in her Chaldea, only a Demon King Nobunaga.

Cherry blossoms are flying and the wind is blowing.

Whether it is people, things, or events.

The "Tao" is hidden in all their small details, and expressing them in the form of a sword is "Kendo".

From Sasaki Kojiro's sword, one can see flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains, rivers, and the moon, but that is obviously not suitable for her.

She has her own way of swordsmanship, and what she needs to worry about next is how to fully implement this "way", how to remove the impurities in her "sword" and make the essence of the "sword" purer.

So, she came to see him.

The purest "Swordsman" in this world.

Souji Okita gradually stopped and saw a tall figure under a cherry tree not far away.

He has very refreshing short black hair and is wearing a very sporty hoodie and trousers. He can't be said to be very handsome, but he is the type that is very attractive to the eye.

But compared to these unimportant things, there was something about the other party that Okita Souji cared about more.

"Such a clear fighting spirit..."

It is difficult to describe that kind of clarity. After all, even the crystal clear lake water will have mud and impurities, but the feeling it gives people is even clearer than the crystal clear lake water.

In his hand he held a Japanese sword as black as a crow, which looked ordinary, just like him.

But what resides on the blade is very unusual.

He used the long sword to perform various moves, including horizontal cutting, vertical slashing and thrusting.

He kept repeating those very basic moves, but there was a sense of simplicity, and there was almost no complicated movements in each sword.

The advantage of this is that it can make his sword faster and save unnecessary physical strength.

Gradually, he entered into a mysterious state.

It was as if the area that his sword could reach was separated from this world and became his own "territory".

Suddenly, a "foreign object" appeared in this "field".

The black sword blade seemed to pass through the gap in the air, and slashed across Okita Souji's neck with an extremely mysterious trajectory, almost brushing against her white neck and cherry pink hair.

However, even though he was cut by the sharp sword at such a close distance, Okita Souji looked completely unconcerned.

"Did I accidentally get too close? Sorry, sorry, your sword is so beautiful that I was accidentally mesmerized."

Okita Souji smiled heartlessly, but Ikki Kurogane sitting opposite her was horrified.

It wasn't because he almost hit the other person's neck... No, it should be said that this was only part of the reason.

What really horrified him was that he had no idea when this female classmate came to him.

This was very abnormal, especially for him who was concentrating on practicing sword.

Even the cherry blossoms flying around him were within his perception, but the other party came so close to him without alarming him.

If she had intended to kill herself just now...

"If I had murderous intentions, I wouldn't have been able to come to you."

As if he had guessed Kurogane Ikki's thoughts, Okita Souji put his hands behind his back, shook his head and said, "Have a little confidence. You shouldn't be so weak that you can't even detect the killing intent, right? Although, for a true Assassin, killing intent is superfluous. You might kill your target without even emitting killing intent."

"Assassin? An assassin?"

The reason why Ikki Kurogane didn't notice Okita Souji's approach was actually very simple.

【Breath Block (J)】：B-

Okita Souji, who descended as an Assassin, has a class skill that allows him to fully conceal his presence.

According to Okita Souji herself, although she is a swordsman, she also takes on missions such as assassinations and assassinations. She is even more suitable for the assassin (Assassin) class than the swordsman (Saber).

Although she always seemed to be assassinating, she would inexplicably become a warrior, and then would be scolded by the Shinsengumi's deputy leader Hijikata Toshizo.

However, imagine the fighting style of a certain Grand Assassin...

As expected, Ms. Okita’s fighting style is the real assassination technique (all the Hassans: Bullshit!).

"I'm so sorry, did I scare you just now?" Seeing that Kurogane Ikki was still in a daze, Okita Souji bent down and moved closer, tilting his head back with a playful smile, "Because you seemed to be in a state of mind, I didn't want to disturb you, so I lowered my footsteps. I didn't expect it to have the opposite effect, hehe!"

No. Can this really be achieved by just walking lightly?

Kurogane Ikki couldn't help but be speechless.

Then he saw the other person extending a hand.

Her hands were very white, not that unhealthy pale color, but a milky white like milk, and seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.

"My name is Okita Souji, and I just arrived at this academy yesterday."

His amber eyes curved like crescent moons, and Okita Souji gave Kurogane Ikki a brilliant smile.

"Please give me your guidance. You are the first classmate I met in this academy."

Ikki Kurogane stared at Okita Souji's smile for a long time, and then he also laughed.

Although there are many mysteries about the other person, looking at his smile, his intuition tells him that he is not a bad person.

"Please give me your guidance. My name is Kurogane Ikki."

Chapter 52 The Fallen Knight

"Black Iron...ah."

After learning the name of Kurogane Ikki, Okita Souji pinched his chin and made a thoughtful expression, as if he was particularly concerned about the surname "Kurogatsu".

Looking at Souji Okita like this, Ikki Kurogane didn't seem surprised, but just scratched his head with a troubled look on his face.

The surname "Kurogatsu" is not common in Japan. During World War II, Japan gave birth to two world-class swordsmen, namely [Fighting God] Nango Torajiro and [Samurai Ryoma] Kurogatsu Ryoma.

Among them, the Kurogane family, to which Kurogane Ryoma belongs, is a large family that has existed since the Meiji era. In addition to Kurogane Ryoma, many outstanding swordsmen have emerged. It is a famous family of swordsmen that is very influential all over the world.

"What's that expression on your face? Do you think you don't deserve this last name?"

Ikki Kurogane, who lowered his head, suddenly felt a pat on his forehead. Then he covered his forehead with his hands and met a pair of amber eyes.

They are really a pair of beautiful eyes, which can clearly reflect everything in front of them, as if there is no so-called confusion and perplexity in those eyes.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had been staring at the girl's eyes for too long, and turned his head away embarrassedly.