Shaming the Swordsman

The gate of Ayatsuji's sword dojo was almost rotten and appeared to be collapsing.

Two or three students from Donrou Academy were squatting in front of the gate, holding cigarettes between their fingers, emitting glimmers of light in the dark night, and occasionally letting out lewd laughter.

These were the same people who had appeared at the family restaurant earlier.

It seemed their previous wounds had healed, and the pain was forgotten. They had already forgotten how much they ate at the house an hour ago and had started fooling around again.

"Hey, you're filthy."

Hoshiharu stepped forward, the same warm expression on his face as before.

"Gah... ugh-!"

When the hooligans heard that mocking voice, they subconsciously turned their heads and threatened.

When they saw Hoshiharu's face, the expressions of the three were as terrified as a white rabbit being stared at by a cheetah. They suddenly started sweating profusely and appeared to tremble in fear.

"Take me to Kurashiki Kuraudo."

Hoshiharu approached with a smile on his face.

"Considering you're all such good people, won't you help?"

Even though one of the three had tattoos, one was bald, and another had tiger stripes on his hands, they all had smiles on their faces and all looked like very nice people.

If they weren't nice, then Hoshiharu would help them become nice.

"Sure!"

"Right this way!"

The few people were shocked again and immediately gestured to welcome him.

"I-I'll go tell Kuraudo!"

The last person quickly ran towards the center of the mansion.

Hoshiharu didn't pay attention, he led Kanata and Ayase, and under the fearful gazes of the hooligans in the yard, they headed straight towards the small house in the center.

After witnessing the confrontation between Hoshiharu and Kuraudo, and knowing his strong background and Kanata's power, no one would rush to stop them.

Inside the dojo.

Kuraudo was sitting alone on a sofa brought in from outside. He looked up at the sky and sighed impatiently as he slowly exhaled cigarette smoke.

His admirers had been driven away by him as he pondered his issues.

"Blazers that strong can't fight each other... So boring!"

Kuraudo was thinking.

He was contemplating how to force the Blazer named Nangou Hoshiharu to duel him.

Two years ago, he had beaten all of Ayatsuji Kaito's students until they abandoned their swordsmanship and then forced the other party to duel him, but this method couldn't be used on this person.

If Hoshiharu was truly a disciple of the God of War, or even a direct descendant, then he would indeed have a group of quite formidable Blazers around him.

Needless to say, Yakshahime, Raikiri, and Scharlach Frau were also difficult characters, none of whom he could easily provoke.

"It would be great if Donrou Academy also held selection battles like Bukyoku Academy and Hagun Academy so that every day could be exciting…"

The selection battle system first started at Bukyoku Academy.

Therefore, Bukyoku Academy was able to hold a top-three position in the Seven Stars Sword-Art Festival for the past five years every year because the school fully relied on strength, while other schools still only looked at level.

After Shinguji Kurono took office, she simply followed the wisdom of her predecessor and mimicked the Bukyoku Academy system, establishing a selection battle system at Hagun Academy.

"Kuraudo, that's..."

"I should have told you not to disturb me when I'm thinking."

"Right, but the man I met tonight has come to the door!"

"What?"

Kuraudo almost thought for a moment that he had misheard.

Wasn't that man claiming to be a good student and not just fighting outside?

How long had it been?

He hadn't even thought of a way to force him into a duel, but the other party had actually come to him on his own initiative?

"Hahahaha! This is so interesting!"

Kuraudo stood up from the sofa, roaring, his face full of excitement about the upcoming fight.

At this moment.

As the wooden door opened wide, the figures of the three people began to appear.

For the first time, the other two women were ignored by him. His eyes were fixed on the young man in the center, his shark-like teeth grinning uncontrollably.

Ayase was weak. She hadn't been a match for him two years ago. She hadn't made progress in the last two years and couldn't be expected at all.

Although Kanata was very strong, she wasn't a swordsman. She relied on strong Noble Art, so the fight was meaningless.

What Kuraudo liked the most was fighting swordsmen!

He greatly enjoyed the feeling of dancing on the edge of the blade. Every clash of swords made his heart beat faster.

"It seems you're still a swordsman. You can't help but enjoy the thrill of fighting!"

Kuraudo showed an uncontrollable smile.

He looked at Hoshiharu with almost fanatical eyes. He knew in his heart that this was a very strong swordsman, and he could no longer suppress his desire to fight him.

"I have no interest in you at all, and I didn't come here to look for you."

But facing his sharp eyes, Hoshiharu instead spat.

"Rather, I really don't understand what you're doing. Don't act as if you've ever met a kindred spirit."

"Huh?"

Kuraudo sneered, disagreeing.

"What's wrong with enjoying a fight? Isn't that the fate a Blazer must bear?"

"Whether you enjoy fighting or not, that's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

Hoshiharu pursed his lips and sneered.

"It's natural to want to fight strong people. It's an instinct of a Blazer. I often have this idea, but if the other party doesn't want to fight, I'll just ask for advice and learn. I won't use dirty tricks like you. It only shames the swordsman."

"...Are you done?"

"It's over."

"Then let's fight!"

Kuraudo filtered out his words and smiled again on his face.

"Great!"

Hoshiharu also firmly agreed.

He didn't intend to preach to Kuraudo. He just said this to vent his dissatisfaction with this person. He had always been the type to vent his dissatisfaction directly.

Simply put, speak up and never wrong yourself.

Of course, if he couldn't beat him, it was okay to feel guilty and not vent.

The hooligans cleaned the dojo, tidied up all the messy items, and handed the place over to the two of them.

Hoshiharu and Kuraudo stood on either side of the dojo, about ten meters apart.

This battle was a real fight.

Hoshiharu summoned the Nameless Sword, and Kuraudo also summoned his own white-bone Odachi sword, Orochimaru.

Kanata stood in the corner, opened the student handbook, and began recording.

Ayase stared at Kuraudo with hatred, raised her hand in the middle of the two, then waved it roughly.

"The match begins!"