Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

"When you came here last week, your strength was not as good as before! This time, I will definitely test you!"

Busujima Kazuo looked solemn, while Matsumoto Akira nodded slightly strangely. He probably understood the reason in his heart.

Wasn't it last week when he and Xiaolan exchanged bodies? It was indeed Xiaolan who came to class on his behalf, after all, he couldn't appear in Xiaolan's body.

However, there is still a gap between Xiaolan's skills and his. Even with Matsumoto Akira's body and some related consciousness, she cannot completely match him.

In the eyes of a great swordsman like Busujima Kazuo, Matsumoto Akira's decline during that period was quite obvious.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a big setback after reaching the level of a swordsman. Even if it becomes difficult to sustain due to age, it shouldn't become so bad in an instant.

What's more, Matsumoto Akira's current age is not even that of a middle-aged man, he is just an ordinary teenager who has just reached adulthood.

Therefore, it was normal for Busujima Kazuo to feel strange and very angry. After all, if it weren't for the lack of training, how could such a young and talented swordsman regress so badly!

No, maybe it's something more serious. After all, even if he neglects training, his physical skills will hardly decline after he reaches the level of a swordsman.

While Matsumoto Akira was thinking, he suddenly heard the stern voice of Busujima Kazuo.

"What's that look in your eyes? Take it seriously! I'm going to test you hard this time, don't dodge, attack me with all your strength!"

Busujima Kazuo seemed to regard Matsumoto Akira's thoughts as a wavering, and glared at him sternly. Matsumoto Akira immediately stood up straight and solemnly.

Busujima Kazuo casually threw the wooden sword to Matsumoto Akira, who quickly reached out and grabbed the handle of the wooden sword. He didn't make any fancy moves, but just held the wooden sword tightly.

Seeing Matsumoto Akira's response, Busujima Kazuo finally nodded with satisfaction.

Unlike last week, this week Matsumoto looks the same as always.

It seems that my apprentice is not bad. After realizing that he had regressed, he must have practiced harder when he went back last week!

But even so, he cannot avoid this sparring session. After all, who knows whether his beloved disciple will do the same in the future?

In order to prevent his highly promising disciple from experiencing ups and downs in strength and ultimately wasting his excellent talent, Busujima Kazuo decided to teach Matsumoto Akira a lesson.

In Matsumoto Akira's eyes, the momentum of Kazuo Dokujima on the opposite side changed instantly. He was originally as ordinary as an ordinary old man, but now he was like a sword drawn from its sheath, extremely sharp.

For an old man of this age, it is not easy to burst out such sharp momentum in an instant.

Matsumoto Akira gently shook his body, and Busujima Kazuo immediately launched an attack with lightning speed, and was close to Matsumoto Akira in an instant.

Matsumoto Akira's pupils contracted sharply and he subconsciously took a step back, then used the force of the retreat to make a spinning horizontal slash.

There was a hint of surprise in Busujima Kazuo's eyes, but he remained calm in his response, launching three consecutive attacks like flowing water.

Matsumoto Akira retreated step by step until the brief moment of recovery of strength after Busujima Kazuo's three consecutive surprise attacks, when he found an opportunity to counterattack.

He swung out several swords with all his might, and they landed heavily on Busujima Kazuo's hands. Busujima Kazuo suddenly felt his whole body sink, as if he was being pressed down by a heavy burden.

Busujima Kazuo frowned and subconsciously changed his posture to transfer his strength to the ground.

At this moment, Matsumoto Akira followed suit and launched three consecutive attacks exactly the same as Busujima Kazuo.

Busujima Kazuo was caught off guard and retreated repeatedly like Matsumoto Akira before, with a surprised smile on his face.

"Good boy, you are worthy of being my disciple. You can learn it just by watching me perform it once! However, the difficulty of this move is not the three consecutive attacks, but the physical conditions required to maintain the move!"

Even if the posture is the same when performing the move, when you actually take action you will find that the effect or the strength required are completely different.

This is the subtlety of the skill. Not all skills can be easily learned by imitation alone.

When Matsumoto Akira heard what Busujima Kazuo said, his brows slightly frowned. He just vaguely felt a slight and rapid pain in his body.

The pain was so slight and fleeting that it was ignored in the previous attack. However, Matsumoto Akira was extremely sensitive to his own body, so he was able to detect it.

"I forgot that you have an incredibly strong physical fitness!" After waiting for a while, seeing that Matsumoto Akira seemed to have no feeling, Busujima Kazuo suddenly patted his head.

He was only thinking about the huge burden his three consecutive attacks put on his body. It was hard to say whether ordinary people could cause harm to others after imitating them, but it would definitely cause great harm to himself.

Just like the saying goes, I will launch a powerful attack. I don't know whether you will die or not, but I will definitely die~

This could be considered a way to deal with those geniuses who could learn certain moves in one go, but it was a pity that Matsumoto Akira's body was too strong, strong enough to withstand such a technique that put a great strain on the body.

Busujima Kazuo sighed and put the wooden sword into the scabbard. Seeing this, Matsumoto Akira also inserted the wooden sword in his hand into the shelf next to him.

"It seems that you have not only not regressed, but have made a lot of progress! But what happened last week? Were you sick last week?"

Busujima Kazuo was full of doubts. Even if he wanted to make up for last week's setback, it would be impossible for him to recover so quickly!

Matsumoto Akira coughed a few times and explained, "Ah, yes, I did feel a little unwell last week, but I'll be fine this week!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Matsumoto Akira found that Busujima Kazuo was staring at him with suspicious eyes, with suspicion written all over his face.

"I am your master. Although I am old, I am not senile!"

Busujima Kazuo stretched out his hand and tried to poke Matsumoto Akira's forehead, but Matsumoto Akira dodged swiftly. Busujima Kazuo had no choice but to shake his head.

He looked at Matsumoto Akira earnestly and said, "Don't tell your master such lies. After all, if there is something wrong with your body, there will be no one left in this kendo hall!"

"That's not necessarily true. You are still here, Master! Even if all the students in the Kendo Hall are sick, you will definitely be fine~"

Matsumoto Akira tried to comfort him, but Busujima Kazuo didn't appreciate it at all.

"Don't joke! I don't have the ability to resist this horrible disease!"

Busujima Kazuo doesn't think that his body is stronger than Matsumoto Akira. There is a gap in their physical fitness, and Matsumoto Akira is stronger, while he is weaker. Even when his body was at its peak when he was young, he was far inferior to him.