Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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'Sure enough, unlike her previous half-baked performance, she carries a strong resemblance to ancient swordsmanship.'

Yato carefully observed Saeko Busujima's every move.

He no longer cares who wins or loses.

He just wanted to see just how powerful Saeko Busujima was in this world.

"..."

Time passed by minute by minute.

The judo club president had a solemn expression, and sweat was streaming down his face, but he didn't dare to wipe it away. Perhaps even he himself didn't realize that he was sweating more than ever before.

In his eyes, the girl in front of him seemed like a stone statue he had seen before, carved to commemorate some kendo master. Although she was breathing, her posture remained completely still.

“This can’t go on. Although judo emphasizes defense and counter-attack, it’s not a good idea for the opponent not to attack. Once my attention starts to wander, the opponent will definitely launch an attack. I’m not Toudou, and this person is not an ordinary kendo club member. I can’t withstand a second hit from her sword.”

The judo club president's eyes flickered, and he finally made up his mind to deliberately create an opening for his opponent.

Doing this gives us at least a 50% chance of winning.

Suddenly, he stumbled.

As if adjusting one's posture temporarily, the body's center of gravity shifted.

At this moment.

Saeko Busujima launched an attack.

Just as he planned.

but……

boom!

"Gone."

Yato shook his head.

I saw the judo club president lying unconscious on the ground.

The audience was so shocked their eyes almost popped out.

what happened?

They didn't see anything clearly.

In the blink of an eye, the judo club captain lay on the ground, while Saeko Busujima stood to the side, her sword-wielding stance changed; the winner was obvious.

Chapter 13

"This too...?"

Yukino was speechless.

I had thought the meeting between the two ministers would be a fierce battle.

However, this is the result.

Is the judo club president too weak?

No.

If judged by someone who also practices Aikido, the judo club president, while perhaps slightly weaker than Mitsuha, is still a highly skilled fighter who has led the club to the highest honors in the national tournament.

Yet this very person, who was capable of being her coach, was knocked to the ground with a single move, without even a chance to fight back, and lost consciousness.

simply……

"Who exactly is the captain of the kendo club...?"

The same question also filled the minds of many people.

Meanwhile, the kendo club members who were more familiar with Saeko Busujima wore expressions of pride and self-satisfaction.

So what if the judo team can win the national championship?

Little did they know that their kendo club had won two consecutive championships since Saeko Busujima joined, and it seemed that they would win their third championship without any doubt.

Saeko Busujima, who had taken in everyone's reactions, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and silently apologized to the other party.

She didn't want to be so serious.

But there's no way around it. In literature, there's no first place, but in martial arts, there's always a second. To laymen, the winner is definitely stronger, and only the stronger things are worth learning.

So far, the advertising seems to have been effective.

All that's left to do is prepare for this year's national competition.

Like her teammates, Saeko Busujima did not believe that she would miss out on a three-peat.

However, she still hopes to encounter a strong opponent.

An opponent that allows you to fight without any reservations and fully immerse yourself in the battle.

"But even if such a person existed, he wouldn't dare to fight me in public."

Saeko Busujima thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

suddenly.

"Very good football skills, which finally redeemed some of my impression of this school."

A strange sigh rang out from the entrance of the dojo.

The seemingly complimentary words actually made people feel very uncomfortable, as if they were being watched.

And then the person who was speaking appeared.

A subtle chill crept up everyone's spine.

"Ok?"

Yato looked over upon hearing the sound.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see the appearance of the person who came.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her skin was excessively fair.

Like jade, her hands were smooth and translucent, yet cold and hard, devoid of any life. Her hands, in particular, were like works of art crafted by the most outstanding sculptor with a lifetime of dedication, flawless and so perfect as to seem inhuman.

Although his dark eyes were no different from those of an ordinary person, they contained endless coldness and malice.

She is tall, perhaps not even 1.7 meters, but to others she looks like a giant over two meters tall, giving people a sense of pressure.

The girl was wearing a black school uniform, a color that suited her well and made her skin look even whiter. These were the only two colors on her outfit, with the red ribbon at the collar being just a minor embellishment.

Despite her striking appearance, she is extremely beautiful and possesses a classical charm.

But most people, upon seeing her, would immediately associate her with cold-blooded animals like snakes.

Instead of classifying them as harmless organisms!

So much so that when she chose to step into the dojo, the two kendo club members responsible for maintaining order instinctively stepped forward to stop her.

Before they could speak, they were struck hard in the abdomen.

"Well!"

Their faces turned pale, as if their internal organs had shifted. They knelt on the ground with a thud, reaching out as if to grab each other, but they couldn't.

The other members of the kendo club changed their expressions and hurriedly went to help their companion up, while glaring angrily at the unfriendly girl.

"Is there anything I can help you with, student?"

Saeko Busujima stared intently at the other person.

The posture appears relaxed, but the nerves are already taut.

She could sense that this person was different from everyone she had ever faced before.

Just being stared at sends shivers down my spine, like being pointed at with a cold knife.

It can be described as a very novel experience.

The anger caused by the company's members being knocked down gradually dissipated under this feeling.

Perhaps they've realized it.

I may have met the opponent I've been waiting for.

Seemingly sensing something from Saeko Busujima's face, the girl's lips curved into a smile.

"This school is said to gather the most descendants of the elite class in the country, which means that the probability of encountering strong people will be greatly increased. In fact, it was just as I thought. I encountered such an interesting thing as soon as I arrived."

"I must admit that the kendo club under your leadership is worth conquering."

As soon as these words came out.

The once quiet dojo suddenly erupted in excitement.

The onlookers looked at the girl as if she were a teenager with delusions of grandeur.

Their wealthy families couldn't understand the girl's thoughts at all.

What kind of era is this? How can anyone still make such a shameful statement in public?

"Senior, is that guy out of his mind?"

Isshiki Iroha poked Yato on the back and whispered.

"Perhaps in other people's eyes, you and others are just sheep in a pen, and they've long been used to your bleating."

Yato replied without turning his head.

"Does the senior mean that she is also a master?"

Isshiki Hachiman was quite clever and quickly realized what was happening, immediately becoming interested.

Yukino also perked up her ears.

"Hard to say."

Yato shook his head.

This answer clearly failed to satisfy Isshiki Hachiman.

"If you don't explain it more clearly, I won't be able to write the press release when I get back."

"what?"

"Didn't they say? I'm a freshman this year, my name is Isshiki Iroha, and my current goal is to join the journalism club. Nice to meet you~."

"That's why you're so curious."

Yato glanced back at her and noticed that she had somehow pulled out a small camera, along with paper and a pen—a typical reporter's demeanor.

The notebook was already filled with writing, and Yato suspected that she had secretly recorded everything he had said before.

"It's really hard to get into the news department at this school. There's an entrance exam. As a newbie with no experience, I have to prove my abilities to have any hope of passing the exam. So, senior, please help me out."

Iroha clasped her hands together and pitifully begged for help.

With that kind of attitude, it would be really hard for most people to refuse her request.

"Don't worry, senior, I won't reveal your identity. You just need to tell me your opinion, after all, I know nothing about fighting and swordsmanship."

Yato raised an eyebrow; he knew what Isshiki Iroha meant.

With the two organizations causing such a big fuss, it's impossible for the news agency not to send someone.

Perhaps among the two hundred or so people present were quite a few 'spies' from news agencies.

From this perspective, Isshiki Iroha has no advantage whatsoever, but if 'professional commentary and analysis' is added, her submission has a great chance of standing out.

The first two matches were alright, but the third match, between Saeko Busujima and the judo club captain, went a bit too far. Not to mention the girl who has now barged into the dojo, who is also a master that is simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Once the two start fighting, Yato doesn't believe that anyone other than himself can accurately observe every detail.

After all, people like them have incredibly strong physical abilities.

Especially explosive power.

Every scientist would be tempted to slice off a section of it and study the specific composition of its subcutaneous tissue.