Variety Comic: Clairvoyance EX

"Um?!"

Bushima Saeko is worthy of being a rare swordsman genius in the contemporary era. He has quick reactions. He turned around quickly according to the sound of breaking through the air, and twisted lightly to dodge several space bombs (actually similar to air cannons, with basically zero strength).

Dodged In an instant, he pulled out the wooden sword from his sword bag and blocked a space bullet fired from the front.

Bang!

The space bullet, which had almost zero strength, was directly scattered, but the impact still hit Busujima Saeko. Fight back.

Busujima Saeko slid back for nearly five meters and stopped. He raised his head and looked at the person with interest.

The first time he saw the person, Busujima Saezi's eyes flashed, not just what he could not see before. As for the attack method, Busujima Saeko's eyes revealed that Nangong Yue looked normal before, but in fact he was in the air even though it was less than a centimeter.

Seeing this, our Miss Busujima's heart began to swell with fighting spirit, and she held her hands. Jinmu Dao took up his stance and faced Nangong Yue.

"Isn't this the salty fish genius that our whole school is famous for? It seems that you are not simple.

It’s not Onmyoji. Is this Chinese Taoism?

Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Bushima Saeko said, ready to chop him down with his sword at any time.

"Don't be so excited~ Busujima-senpai, aren't the Busujima family masters of kendo?

Just recently, I have achieved some success in my magic practice, so I came to visit.

Come to think of it, Busujima-senpai won’t drive me away, right?

Furthermore, when it comes to sparring, does Senior Sister really want to take action here?

At present, I have not learned the art of dispelling idlers~"

Nangong Yue said with a smile.

Looking at the melon-eating crowds around him in twos and threes, who seemed to be gathering, Busujima Saeko had no choice but to put away the wooden knife with a look of displeasure.

"snort! Come on, but promise me you'll fight with me later!"

Miss Busujima decisively invites a fight.

"Hi...Hi~ As expected, then do as you wish.

But it’s not good to visit without a gift. I have to prepare a lot on the way."

Following Busujima Saeko, under her doubts, he began to operate with both hands.

Yes, Nangong Yue is preparing to shape a tachi. With his previous experience in shaping Tang swords and his extraordinary mental strength, he is now familiar with it.

In Zi Chang Sister Naomi's expression changed from doubt to surprise, and a transparent sword slowly took shape in Nangong Yue's hand.

Seeing the sword taking shape, Busujima Yako's eyes lit up.

No matter what, this space-shaped sword looked crystal clear and beautiful. It's quite high.

As a woman, Miss Busujima is naturally not immune to conventions, but as a swordsman, she quickly retracted her thoughts and questioned the practicality of this beautiful weapon.

"So ~ Is this your ability, junior fellow, creation of the void?

But why is it like this? Can this craft be used as a weapon?"

"Well~ It's not wrong to say it is a creation of the void. The technique I currently master belongs to the modeling technique. The name of the technique is space modeling, which is considered a rare technique."

Following Busujima Saeko, Nangong Yue gave a brief introduction to her. After hearing the name of the technique mentioned by Nangong Yue, and thinking of the space bomb that initially repeled her, the clever Busujima Saeko immediately realized that the sword in the hand of the junior student in front of him had something. How incredible, he said in surprise:

"So, is this knife a knife formed by directly compressing space?

This is clearly visible to the naked eye. It seems that both the hardness and power are incredible!"

As Busujima Saeko finished speaking, the work in Nangong Yue's hand was successfully finalized, and he immediately replied:

"oh? If you have some discernment, you are right, this is a space shaping knife, and it is highly compressed.

This level of compression is already the limit of what I can achieve at the moment. It should not even cause hair breakage when blowing it off."

"!!! can i try it?"

Bujima Yako's eyes shone again. After all, this magical weapon is fatal to the temptation of a swordsman.

"Of course, no problem. This was originally a gift for visiting the Busujima family. As long as you can pass your father's test, this knife cannot fly. (Well, probably~~）"

"etc....You can control your costume, right?"

Seeing that they were almost arriving at Busujima's house, Busujima Yaozi turned around and said with a smile.

Nangong Yue looked at the girl who seemed to be covered in black air, and couldn't help but feel guilty, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

"Well~ Once my sculpture is disconnected on its own initiative, it cannot be controlled.

I haven't learned a method similar to 'psychokinesis' in superpowers. I can only control things that have not broken the mental connection after shaping."

"That is...You can control it from now on~"

Seeing the monster in front of him smiling brighter and brighter, Nangong Yue had a strong desire to survive and quickly explained

"Isn’t that something that will happen in the future? Besides, how can there be any reason to recycle gifts given out?"

"......"

Five seconds passed, and the purple-haired girl with a smile turned around and walked into the courtyard door.

"call...Survived, is this the so-called blackening that is three times stronger?"

Nangong Yue murmured a few words in a low voice, and followed Busujima Saeko into the courtyard of the Busujima family.

After entering the house and taking a seat, the decoration of the Busujima family was as expected, a typical Yamato style. Looking at the low dining table and the There are several square cushions. Nangong said that his knees hurt, even though his ancestors also sat like this.

"Come with me to the dojo."

Bujima-senpai said something unexpectedly.

"？!!!

Isn’t it right, Miss? Are you so irritable?"

"if not? We agreed to have a fight. bring it on! I have only fought with swordsmen since I was a child. Junior, you are the first warlock I have ever met. I am so excited!"

Looking at Sister Zi Mao's fighting spirit, Nangong Yue expressed her headache.

"Miss, I have something to say. Although I consider myself to be proficient in magic, I have zero practical experience."

"That's easy to say, senior sister, I can control my strength!"

She said this. Yamato Nadeshiko's education method for many years could not suppress this fighting spirit, and she dragged Nangong Yue to the dojo without saying a word.

Although she knew that today and���Dao Yazi must have a battle, but she didn't expect that"happiness" would come so suddenly.

Thinking that this was the second time today that he was dragged away by the eldest lady, Nangong Yue sighed helplessly and let him have his way again.

"Why...Let's get started."

Standing in one corner of the dojo, Nangong gestured to the swordswoman standing in the opposite corner.

"My shapes don’t compress too much, so I don’t have to worry about getting hurt.

One more question, does the senior want the opponent to be a pure mage, or a melee mage?"

"Melee mage?

Ha~ Junior, I see your pace, you are not a good martial artist.

You can't say for sure about the future, but for now, just be your traditional mage~"

Yazi Busujima has good eyesight, and Nangong Yue is indeed not very good at physical skills. His previous life may have been much better. After all, he did not enter the other world in his previous life. He didn't focus on training physical skills, but simply polished his physique.

Not even now, because Nangong Yue has been practicing martial arts these days, and at best he has activated and adapted to the energy circuit of this body.

"Well, senior sister, be careful. Because of the low degree of compression, these shapes are basically invisible."

At the same time, Nangong Yue condensed more than a dozen space bombs and an invisible shield around his body. Then the shield began to rotate at high speed, and the space bombs also stabbed Busushima Yao one after another.

Although he could not see it, Busujima Yao He was not deaf, he dodged and blocked according to the sound of breaking through the air, and tried to rush towards Nangong Yue.

As a mage, Nangong Yue did not want to be approached by a swordsman. A dozen space bombs were like satellites, surrounding Busushima Yaozi, attacking one after another..

For a moment, Busujima Yaozi was tired of dealing with it, dodging invisible attacks from left to right, but within half a minute, Busujima Yaozi actually adapted.

"Senior, you have to speed up. Before, even if you hit, it would only hurt, but now you will be injured.~"

"snort! Wait for me to smash that turtle shell, and then hit you hard. This is just a wooden knife. Senior sister, I will control the strength.

I don’t know if it’s not spinning. Are you looking down on me if you tell me clearly?"

Bujima Yaozi threatened Nangong Yue who was standing in the small whirlwind while dealing with the flying objects.

"Hum~ That's as you wish. I hope uncle won't blame me for being too harsh later.

Come on~ Senior sister, you can be even better!"

As he spoke, Nangong Yue even shaped a sofa, then slumped down, put his hands flat on the armrests, held his right hand empty, and supported his cheek with his fist. He smiled and watched the senior sister in front of him perform her superb martial arts, and recorded it as a reference..

Looking at Nangong Yue's leisurely look, Busujima Saeko gritted his teeth for a while, feeling that this salted fish just suffered too much, so he decided to use more force later.