Chapter 70 Becoming Stronger

Asano Mizui stretched out his hand and threw Asano Keigo aside, minding his own business and hugged Madarame Ikkaku's shoulders.

"Actually, dear, we are facing the friendly match between our school's kendo club and the Hongdi Academy kendo club that will be held this weekend." He pointed at the five junior students standing in front of him and said, "I want you to practice these. child."

"Huh?" Looking at the nameless, thin and frail students in front of him, Madarame said, "These are these inexperienced children?"

"Yes." Asano Mizui explained: "So I want to use your power to make them more manly."

In Asano Mizui's eyes, these people are really not good enough compared to Madarame Ikkaku.

"Well..." A boy standing in the middle took a step forward and said cautiously: "Please make me more manly."

Madarame glanced at him, then looked away.

"Impossible, impossible." Keigo Asano waved his hand behind him, looking gloating, "Ikkaku-chan won't participate in youth club activities, right, Ikkaku-san."

It seemed that he didn't hear Asano Keigo's words at all. Madarame thought for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth and revealed an inexplicable smile.

"Okay, I accept it."

"Really?" Asano Keigo said as he came to his side.

"This strange woman is so kind to me that I can have a night and a meal."

"That's great, honey."

Hearing Madarame Ikkaku agree so happily, Asano Mizui hurriedly stepped onto his arm excitedly.

Now that Madarame Ikkaku had agreed, Ayasegawa Yumichika, who was traveling with him, had no choice but to wave his hand and walk away.

"It has nothing to do with me"

"Wait a minute, Yumichika..." Asano Keigo shouted behind him when he saw Ayase River Yumichika leaving.

Madarame Ikkaku snorted and said loudly: "Humph, this unmanly guy."

"Anyway, dear." Asano Mizui didn't care about that much. She never thought of asking Yumichika Ayasekawa for help. In his mind, Madarame alone was enough, "My dear, just Get rid of you."

"Please." The unknown junior student bowed deeply to Madarame.

In this case, there is no need to say any more long-winded words, Madarame Ikkaku immediately showed a fierce expression and shouted.

"Oh! My teachings are very cruel!" He looked full of enthusiasm.

There was no time to rest, and for the next two days, training was carried out that was inhumane to humans.

Under the pressure of Madarame Ikkaku, these lower-grade students gave up their time in class and used their bodies to pull carts filled with rice on the playground, perform leapfrog jumps on the steps, kneel on the ground, and put a few weights on their knees. Ten kilograms of bluestone slabs, heavy stones tied to the legs...

Such training for two consecutive days and two nights seemed to Keigo Asano to have nothing to do with kendo, but to Mizui Asano, the dear in her eyes must have his own thoughts...

Finally, on the third day of school, the club members could no longer hold on, and Madarame's deep voice came from the Kendo Club.

"You are not giving up, are you?" Madarame said solemnly, looking at the few club members in front of him who didn't want to move.

"It won't work anymore." A team member in the middle, who was sitting on the ground with his back to the wall, whispered: "The body..."

After making a sound, Madarame curled his lips and said, "It's really useless."

It was quiet for a long time, and no one dared to say a word. After a while, the thin boy in the middle finally looked up at Madarame Ikkaku and said intermittently: "I...I'm okay."

Madarame was a little surprised, "I thought you would be the first to collapse. You have good momentum. Come on."

Madarame Ikkaku picked up the wooden sword and pointed it at him. The boy immediately stood up, raised the wooden sword, stood opposite Madarame Ikkaku, and assumed an attack stance.

The next moment, the wooden sword in his hand was easily knocked away by Madarame Ikkaku. The boy covered his wrist and felt some pain.

"Is this the only level of your aura?" Madarame said in a deep voice.

The boy looked at his numb wrist with pain and felt helpless. He wanted to take revenge for his seniors in the kendo club, but he didn't expect that he would be so useless.

Exhaling a breath, he endured the pain and picked up the wooden sword on the ground again, turned around and slashed at Madarame Kakkaku. Once he turned around, it seemed that Madarame Kakkaku didn't move at all, and the boy fell down.

"Your attacks are too blunt." Madarame placed the corner of his wooden sword and said to the boy lying on the ground, "Look for more weaknesses in the enemy."

"But there are no flaws at all."

"Stop talking nonsense! Until you find a flaw, you have to keep going. Come on! Come on! Come on!"

The boy attacked Madarame again and again and fell down again and again. Fortunately, he could still stand up.

Finally, after school, Madarame gave everyone some time to rest, and then went to the school campus to wash his face under the faucet. After all, he had worn thick kendo clothes for a day and had sweated a lot. Asano Keigo was behind him holding a Wearing towel.

"Um..." Keigo Asano looked at Madarame's corner from behind and asked in a low voice, "I'm going to take the liberty to ask why you work so hard."

Stopping washing his face and letting the water flow over his bald head, Madarame answered, "That's because I think it's very interesting..."

I didn't expect such an answer, but Keigo Asano thought about it. He was a strange person to begin with. Why?

Everything is possible.

"I see, because it's very interesting." Then he handed the towel over, "Are you kidding me?"

After wiping his face, Madarame Ikkaku stood up and looked at the people in the kendo club room who were still training in the distance: "I haven't seen this kind of look in my eyes that desperately wants to become stronger for a long time."

"It's really like being young again..."

The next morning, Ikkaku Madarame and Keigo Asano arrived at the Kendo Club early. Looking at the people who had become covered in injuries after these few days of training, they struck the ground with their wooden swords and said harshly: "What are you doing? Woolen cloth!" ..