Chapter 126 Training Methods

If it's serious enough to go to the hospital, it's probably the kind of situation where you can basically only move one hand, right? It seems that Busujima Saeko cooks and eats by herself every day, so it might be inconvenient to have one hand, right?

Last time, Busujima Saeko took care of himself when he was in a coma. This time, Aokiji felt that he had the responsibility to help a bunch of Busujima Saeko.

Busujima Saeko was silent for a while and did not reply. After a while, he said, "Today?"

Aokiji's head turned, and from the tone of his voice, it sounded as if Busujima Saeko was inconvenient today, so he said, "If it's inconvenient today, you can do it tomorrow. Will Busujima-senpai also ask for leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah" Busujima Saeko's voice seemed to be hesitating.

However, Aokiji cut the knot quickly: "Then it's settled. Tomorrow afternoon when the kendo club's affairs are over, I'll go see Busujima-senpai. Please don't prepare anything, just have a good rest."

According to Busujima Saeko's image, if he came as a guest, he would probably have to prepare dinner, tea and the like. If Busujima-senpai, who had an injured hand, was kept so busy, Aokiji felt that he might as well not go.

Busujima Saeko said in a relaxed tone: "Okay, just give me a call before coming tomorrow."

"Okay, then I won't disturb senior sister." Aokiji smiled and decided to hang up the phone: "Goodbye."

"goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Busujima Saeko, who was lying on the bed, stared blankly at the screen of her phone. After a while, she clumsily marked the phone number as Aoki-kun with her left hand. Her right hand was wrapped in a thick bandage and placed in front of her body. It looked swollen.

She looked at the dark screen of her mobile phone and was stunned for a long time before she breathed a long sigh of relief. Her expression was both expectant and a little depressed: "Aoki-kun"

In the empty bedroom, Busujima Saeko's long hair fell on the bed like a blooming purple mandala. The thin quilt outlined her plump and well-proportioned figure. She looked as beautiful as an elf born from a flower. On the flawless face, the charming red phoenix eyes were staring blankly into the void, the corners of the eyes were slightly downward, and they no longer looked as heroic as before.

Confusedly, he stretched out his right hand. The thick bandage allowed Busujima Saeko to once again erase the unrealistic fantasies in his mind. His expression returned to calmness and he murmured to himself: "What a coincidence."

After hanging up the phone, Aokiji thought for a while and sent a text message to Qiong that he would go home a little later today.

Qiong quickly replied with the word "hmm".

"Saiki." Aokiji waved to Saiki Kusuo who was not far away, and Saiki Kusuo immediately came over: "Aoki-kun? How are you?"

Aokiji scratched his head and said with a smile: "Senior sister said it's nothing serious, just rest at home for a few days. She asked me to help take care of the kendo club these days, but I don't know what I can teach you, Qi Mu. Any ideas?"

Since you promised to senior sister, let’s do this well! I hope that when Busujima-senpai comes to the Kendo Club again, these people can make great progress.

Saiki Kusuo thought for a while and suddenly said: "How about practicing in the form of sparring!"

"I think if they can face Aoki-kun and swing their swords without fear, their strength will definitely improve a lot." After Saiki Kusuo finished speaking, he looked at Aoki-san's face and said cautiously: "Aoki-kun thinks Woolen cloth?"

After listening to it, Aokiji suddenly felt that this method seemed feasible!

Looking around, every time the members of the Kendo Club noticed his gaze, their movements immediately changed and their bodies became extremely stiff.

Aokiji touched his face, clicked his tongue, and smiled: "Then do this! Qi Mu-kun, it's up to you to make the arrangements, and we'll take a look."

After saying that, Aokiji quickly prepared protective gear.

Saiki Kusuo smiled bitterly and went to communicate with other members.

After Aokiji's protective gear was properly equipped, Saiki Kusuo grabbed a tall and strong third-year member and walked over.

"Qing, hello Aoki-kun."

The third-year member was wearing a mask and could not see his face clearly. He could only vaguely see his extremely nervous eyes staring at the ground and his body shaking slightly.

"Okay, relax. Just think of me as Busujima-senpai." Aokiji mentioned the bamboo sword, and the long-lost familiarity made him a little excited.

"Yes!" The member's voice trembled, and the hand holding the bamboo sword was as heavy as lead and kept shaking.

"Relax and attack me." Aokiji looked at his appearance and smiled bitterly. The dull voice in the mask made the member on the opposite side subconsciously stand up straight and replied: "Yes!"

After saying that, he carefully raised the bamboo knife and stabbed Aokiji at a speed of ten centimeters per second.

The corner of Aokiji's mouth twitched under his mask, and he slapped the bamboo sword in his hand to meet his attack with some displeasure. One blow knocked the bamboo sword in his hand to the ground: "Again."

The member tremblingly picked up the bamboo knife again.

After two more rounds of fighting, Aokiji looked at his opponent with a dark face, whose weapon was knocked away by him again, and angrily said: "You are a senior in high school, right?"

"Yes!" the senior high school member replied nervously, standing still and not daring to move: "I am a senior high school student."

"Then show the momentum of your senior! Three years of kendo life has made you unable to even hold the sword firmly when facing the enemy!" Aokiji's scolding was audible to the entire kendo club, and it was so quiet and scary.

Aokiji raised his head, took off his mask, looked around at the frightened kendo club members staring at him, and said loudly: "Everyone has to fight me today until I am satisfied. Who dares to fight against me?" I wave my sword and don’t even think about going home today!”

Looking at the third-year club member in front of him who lowered his head and remained silent, Aokiji snorted: "Go and watch from the side!"

The third-year member picked up the bamboo sword on the ground and walked aside silently.

"Saiki! Wear protective gear!" Aokiji put on the mask again and held the bamboo sword tightly in his hand.

Upon hearing this, Saiki Kusuo hurriedly put on his protective gear and took out a bamboo sword: "Aoki-kun?"

"Attack me!" Aokiji's voice reminded Saiki Kusuo of the days when he was dominated by Aokiji, but he was not as timid as the previous third-year members, but took a stance: "I'm ready alright!"

"Come on!" Aokiji shouted.

"Ha!" Saiki Kusuo's voice was loud and clear, and the bamboo sword in his hand slashed Aokiji's face accurately.

Aokiji's vision was slightly obstructed by the facial protection, but he still placed the bamboo knife on his head with great accuracy. After blocking a slash, he quickly made a flat slash, and the bamboo knife struck Saiki Kusuo's armor. There was a crisp sound.

"Continue!" Aokiji and Saiki Kusuo distanced themselves again.

Saiki Kusuo felt the huge gap between himself and Aokiji, and raised the bamboo sword in his hand with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that Aoki-san is so strong now. He is simply not at the same level as before."

"Of course." Aokiji found the feel of sparring after a long time, but his opponent was much weaker than Busujima-senpai, which made him lose interest. He just promised Busujima-senpai to train this group of club members, and Aoki Tsukasa will keep his word.

"Ha!" Kusuo Saiki mustered up his courage and attacked Aokiji again.

The surrounding members of the Kendo Club could only see Saiki Kusuo being beaten back by Aoki Tsukasa. Whether it was Saiki Kusuo's slash or thrust, Aokiji could accurately avoid or block, and counterattack. This is simply a one-sided massacre!

"Did Saiki-kun offend Aoki-san?"

"It's so scary, my whole body hurts just looking at it."

"It's just sparring, do you need to be so serious?"

"Is he in a bad mood and came to the Kendo club to take out his anger on someone?"

Saiki Kusuo turned a deaf ear to the discussions around him, and just focused on stabbing one after another, trying his best.

Aokiji's face was cold under the mask. Hearing these words, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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