Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

"You are much more difficult than I expected! You are indeed a genius with unparalleled kendo talent as my father said!"

At this time, there were only Matsumoto Akira and Busujima Yako in the kendo club. Busujima Yako kept launching attacks, but every attack was easily blocked by Matsumoto Akira.

In terms of strength, Busujima Yako was unable to break through Matsumoto Akira's defense, but her skills improved over time.

Matsumoto Akira learned more and more skills from Busujima Yako, and gradually showed a tendency to suppress Busujima Yako in terms of skills.

What an amazing talent this is! Busujima Yako has never seen it before, no wonder her father praised it as an unparalleled talent.

Each of Busujima Yaji's attacks is extremely methodical, completely suppressing her original nature, but at the same time making her attacking skills even more powerful.

Matsumoto Akira is completely different. He has never learned any systematic swordsmanship and wields the wooden sword completely according to his own imagination and wishes.

Every time he swung his sword, he was always able to go beyond Dudao Yazi's expectations. If an ordinary person dared to confront him in this way, Dudao Yazi would have used his superb swordsmanship to make the opponent kneel down and surrender.

However, Matsumoto Akira's physical talent is so strong that even if he swings the sword in a way that seems quite exaggerated to ordinary people and cannot fully exert his strength, he can still generate tremendous pressure.

Anyway, Busujima Yako only felt that every time she was attacked by Matsumoto Akira, her body would tremble and an inexplicable feeling would flow through her body.

At the beginning, Dudao Yazi was still able to suppress this strange feeling, but as time went on and with each attack and collision, Dudao Yazi became increasingly unable to suppress this feeling.

After another collision, Matsumoto Akira seemed to notice a strange light emanating from Busujima Yajima's eyes.

The next moment, Dudao Yazi attacked like a violent storm, but this time his swordsmanship was no longer organized, as if he was a mad beast.

With bloodthirsty desire and wild movements, he forced Matsumoto Akira to retreat step by step.

After all, the two sides are just competing. Although Matsumoto Akira can use the powerful qualities of his body to counterattack, it would be bad if he hurts the opponent.

It would be fine if it was a fight. If it was a fight, Matsumoto Akira would not hold back and would definitely kill the opponent.

Although most people may have seen the death of their elders in the family, things like homicide are still rare.

But for Matsumoto Akira, it was different.

Not to mention that his father is a police manager, he has been exposed to similar cases since he was a child.

Just the cases that Kudo Shinichi, his good friend, encounters on a daily basis are enough to make an ordinary boy or girl feel accustomed to death.

However, as time went on, Matsumoto Akira gradually realized that something was wrong with Busujima Yajima. The other person's eyes seemed to have a hint of blood red.

Matsumoto Akira was not careless. He dodged Busujima Yaji's attack by rolling over, and immediately stepped forward with a wooden sword to block it.

Then he made full use of the powerful strength of his body to suppress Dudao Yazi who wanted to continue swinging the wooden sword in his hand.

It was unknown how long it took before Matsumoto Akira realized that Busujima Yako, who was suppressed by him, gradually stopped moving. Matsumoto Akira then looked at Busujima Yako.

There was a flush on Busujima's face, and the blood red in his eyes gradually faded away.

Only then did Matsumoto Akira let go of Dokujima Yazi. Without Matsumoto Akira's suppression, Dokujima Yazi immediately sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I really lost my composure. I didn't expect this kind of problem to arise at this time!"

Busujima Yako tidied up her demeanor and returned to her original appearance as the Yamato Nadeshiko.

"Come to think of it, I think Matsumoto-kun must have been scared by my behavior just now!"

There was a trace of apology on Busujima Yaji's face. She had never thought that she would show such an inappropriate side of herself in front of Matsumoto Akira.

After all, this was the first time the two parties met, and it also happened to be the first time they competed with each other.

Matsumoto Akira looked at the girl who was kneeling in front of him. She was obviously exhausted and had beads of sweat on her body.

"I'm not scared, after all, even if you're in this state, I can still suppress you. It's just a little strange. Why are you suddenly like this?"

Matsumoto Akira was just really wondering why Busujima Yako suddenly became like this during the contest with him?

If that appearance enhanced Busujima Yaji's strength, it could also be said that he entered the second stage.

But the key lies in that look. Although it makes Busujima Yako's attack speed faster, it makes Busujima Yako unable to completely control himself.

To be precise, he had no way of controlling his strength accurately, so the energy consumed after that attack was obviously much greater than in the previous contest.

Although it is not to say that this is not possible, this state, which actually has no advantage, is obviously a dbuff.

"That's right, you are indeed the genius with unparalleled talent that father praised!"

The blush on Busujima Yaji's cheeks completely faded, and she looked at Matsumoto Akira with a gentle smile on her face.

"If it's you, then even if I enter that state, it's totally fine, right? If I enter that state again in the future, please help me suppress it, Matsumoto-kun!"

"That's totally fine, but you don't have to keep calling me Matsumoto-kun. You can call me Ming or Ming-kun~"

Matsumoto Akira reached out his hand and pulled up Dokujima Yazi, who was kneeling on the ground, and Dokujima Yazi did not hesitate at all.

As soon as Matsumoto Akira stretched out his hand, Busujima Yazi immediately used the force to stand up, instead of throwing herself into someone else's arms with ulterior motives like an ordinary girl.

"It seems that there is no problem, so today's competition is over here, right?" Matsumoto Akira looked Dokujima Yako up and down and found that the other party did not show any discomfort in his legs and feet.

He immediately nodded in relief. Busujima Yako was not wearing shoes now. If there was really something wrong with her legs and feet, Matsumoto Akira would easily see it.

"Of course you can, but I am here to teach you on behalf of my father. That means you can come to the Kendo Club to find me if you are free, and then go to see my father on the weekends!"

There was a warm smile on Busujima Yako's face, and there was no sign that she had just entered such a crazy state.