Zaoxi looked at his brother knocking down all the people in just a few seconds, and his heart felt a little sweet.

Although it is a bit bad to fight at the school gate, the old man is forcing himself to conflict with these people and his fighting posture is unexpectedly handsome, so he can be forgiven.

She didn't want the conflict caused by herself at all.

"Hey!"

When Zao Xizheng was thinking a lot, he suddenly heard a crisp shout.

It seems to be coming from behind.

"Flower Sword's First Type-"

Accompanied by the crisp sound, a figure rushed towards Hirata.

Zaoki seemed to see a girl sprinting towards her brother.

......This girl seems to be Aikawa of Kendo Club's "Three Goddesses of Destiny"!

The third sister who likes to wear thick gloves and is said to like to make some black technology inventions - Ai Aikawa?

Aikawa used a step forward to slash the thorn, and was named the first type of "Flower Sword Way" by the second-year-old.

This is a sword skill belonging to her second sister. She used it when her second sister Aikawa Hitomi fights Aikawa Hitomi. Of course, the effect is not very good, and she was defeated by Aikawa Hitomi at once.

Ai Aikawa once learned this trick with her second sister. When she saw someone from another school bullying her classmates at the entrance of the campus, she immediately rushed up.

He stabbed the bamboo sword in his hand towards Hirata regardless of it.

Of course, she also kept her strength so that she would not stab anyone at once.

Seeing that his brother was about to be hit by Zhu Jian, Zaoki was anxious and immediately reminded Hirata: "Brother, be careful!"

Hirata had already noticed the attack he had behind his back.

When he was dealing with these accomplices who "coveted" his old sister, he noticed the bamboo sword behind him.

Hirata turned around immediately.

However, the bamboo sword of beloved son had already stabbed him.

At this time, the sprint has been changed to a horizontal slash.

Aizi stepped forward with his left foot, forcibly twisted the strength of his waist and abdomen, and changed the bamboo sword held by both hands to one hand holding with his right hand.

Use the power of your waist and arms to forcefully twist the bamboo sword to make the most common horizontal slash.

"Hey!"

Cut to Hirata's shoulder.

Hirata's physical reaction power has exceeded that of ordinary people, so he immediately jumped and dodged.

The seemingly ferocious attack is a completely slow and dodged attack for Hirata.

Because he did not slash Hirata's shoulder, Aikawa lost his balance due to the swaying of the sword.

Hirata did not take action, but just stretched out a foot under her feet, and Ai Aikawa fell to the ground.

"Hey! Don't!"

Amid her screams, the ground was shaken slightly.

The dust immediately spread.

Everyone stopped and looked at the funny girl who suddenly broke in.

Especially Hase, who was in a mess, avoiding Kato Okawa's fist, covered his swollen face and looked at Ai Aikawa.

Is this fool here to help or make trouble?

"Why are you...snatching!"

Aikawa looked at Hirata with tears in his eyes.

After seeing Hirata's face clearly, he was stunned, "You are... Hirata Mizunai?!"

"Long time no see, Aikawa Ai!"

Hirata smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to Aikawa Ai who was sitting on the ground.

"Forehead......"

Ai Aikawa hesitated for a moment, grabbed Hirata's hand and stood up from the ground.

She looked at Hirata with some confusion, "How did you come here?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw a girl rushing over again.

"Hey! My dear son, you idiot, don't just read something that makes people ashamed to hear!"

The girl who rushed over suddenly was Ai Ai's sister Aikawa Hitomi, who was also the founder of "Flower Sword".

"Well...that was created by my sister?!How could it be something shameful?!"

Aikawa said dissatisfiedly.

"You idiot!"

Aikawa Hitomi scolded fiercely, and when he was about to say something, his eyes caught Hirata by chance.

"Haida...30%?!"

Aikawa Hitomi looked at Hirata with a surprised expression on his face.

"It's me, Aikawa Hitomi."

Hirata greeted the other party with a smile.

I didn't expect to meet two acquaintances here at once.

......

In the equipment exercise room of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Otsu Hikaru is exercising.

Wearing a white and white sweatshirt and black shorts, his tight and explosive muscles shaped his body shape.

"Ah! Haha!"

Contract the muscles in the abdomen and release them violently.

With the breath of the muscle groups, the dumbbells in his hand were still on the ground.

Now his ultimate physical fitness has exceeded 1,300 pounds of jerk, completely exceeding the level of an ordinary person.

Since obtaining the so-called "cursive" power from the "Mantra Spirit" headquarters, his physical reaction and endurance have increased rapidly.

More than ten minutes later, he finished today's physical training while breathing heavily and walked out of the equipment exercise room.

Huaying came over to report to him, and the group of Americans came again.

"Let Nishino Nanase deal with them."

Otsu Hiraki said casually.

When I walked towards the office, I happened to see Akiko Yajima.

"Yajima!"

He shouted at Akiko Yajima.

"Secretary Director."

Yajima Akiko was about to report to Toyama Fumio when she heard Otsu Hikaru's voice and turned around.

"Come to the office with me."

"But......"

Akiko Yajima wanted to say that she still needed to report to Toyama Fushitao. Before she could say it, Otsu Hikaru walked towards the office.

Akiko Yajima had to keep up with the other party.

In the office, Otsu Hikari smeared a cigarette, and the office soon became smoky.

This made Yajima, who had just entered the office, frown.

As far as she knows, Otsu Hikaru never smoked in the office in the past.

"Sit down!"

Otsu Hiratsu let Yajima sit down.

For some reason, Yajima Akiko looked at Otsu Hikari, who was separated from her by a table and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar.

"Click!"

He still put the lighter on the table, smoky, and Otsu Hikari held his hands together to support his chin.

In a trance, he recalled what happened last night.

In the heavy rain, he held an umbrella and walked towards his home.

The wind howled, rolling up his windbreaker.
To be continued...