Chapter 329

Of course, casting True Illusion requires a template.

There is no shortage of Kendo master templates at the scene.

Okita Soshi opposite him is one.

Of course, if it were only him, he could only tie.

But this is a Kendo competition, and the teachers who guide them, as well as the judges at all levels, are all masters of Kendo.

Concentrating their Kendo in one body, Akaso Kaze has already far surpassed everyone at the scene in terms of technique.

The rest is strength and speed.

For him, who possesses wind magic, what do strength and speed count for?

Beep.

A whistle sounded.

Okita Soshi raised his sword and approached.

Suddenly, he stopped his steps.

A powerful momentum surged from the opposite side, like a gale, like a giant wave, rising high and pressing down on him.

Okita Soshi couldn't help but take half a step back.

With this retreat, his heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, taking advantage of Okita Soshi's stagnant momentum, Akaso Kaze's feet were filled with wind, and he rushed over instantly.

Okita Soshi hurriedly raised his sword, but unfortunately, it was too late.

His speed was not as good as Akaso Kaze's, and his sword was slow; how could he block it?

With a bang, Okita Soshi had already flown out.

His helmet was knocked off.

The whole venue was silent.

All eyes were fixed on Akaso Kaze.

He was seen slowly putting away his sword, standing still and looking around, looking invincible.

That outstanding demeanor was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

In the warehouse of the gymnasium annex, a black shadow was crouching in the corner.

Because of his skin color, he was almost one with the darkness; even if you got closer, you couldn't see him.

He was the one known as the blackest in the country, Hattori Heiji.

Hattori Heiji was very patient; his eyes were fixed on the vaulting box in the middle of the warehouse.

He had already solved the case, and now he just had to wait for the criminal to return to destroy the scene, and he could catch him on the spot.

He believed that it wouldn't take too long; perhaps the next moment, the criminal would open the door and walk in.

At the school gate, Officer Otaki escorted the criminal into the car and sat in the car himself.

"Huh, by the way, where did Hattori go? Why haven't I seen him later?"

The police officer next to him said: "He probably went back to participate in the competition. I just heard that their school won, and the final captain's battle was very exciting; he slashed Okita Soshi away with one sword."

"So that's how it is; then let's go."

Officer Otaki gave the order, and a line of police cars started and left.

The competition ended, and the students also left.

The whole school gradually became quiet.

Hattori Heiji was a bit puzzled.

Why didn't the criminal come back?

It's too strange.

Could my deduction be wrong?

A voice suddenly sounded outside: "Locking the door, is there anyone inside?"

Hattori Heiji was about to answer, but suddenly closed his mouth.

This, wouldn't it be the criminal deliberately bluffing?

He waited for a while, and the sound of the door being locked came from outside.

Huh?

No way.

Really locking the door?

Hattori Heiji was anxious and felt like standing up to pat the door.

As soon as he stood up, thud, he knelt down again.

Damn it, his feet were numb.

He waited for a good while before recovering, ran to the door, tried it, and it was really locked.

Hattori Heiji patted the warehouse door hard and shouted: "There's still someone inside, open the door quickly."

It was quiet outside, and there was no response.

He hurriedly felt his pocket.

Damn it, when he changed clothes, he put his phone in the locker.

On the side of the road outside the school, Hattori Shizuka frowned.

"Where did this child run to? He didn't even tell me."

She made a call, but it rang for a long time without anyone answering.

Looking at Toyama Kazuha, who was cheering and jumping next to Akaso Kaze not far away, Hattori Shizuka's eyes narrowed slightly.

It seems that only I, as a mother, can take action myself to see if I can make him retreat in the face of difficulties.

In the evening, Akaso Kaze returned to the hotel where he was staying, and Hattori Shizuka came to visit.

"Lord Akaso, you shone brilliantly in the Kendo competition today, which makes me very impressed. You know, I come from a Kendo family and have studied Kendo quite a bit; I wonder if I could learn a thing or two from you."

Akaso Kaze raised an eyebrow.

What is this woman planning to do?

Standing up for her son?

Akaso Kaze was not afraid; the Kendo master template had already been formed, and he could cast True Illusion at any time.

So he nodded and agreed.

Hattori Shizuka said with a dignified demeanor: "The Kendo hall I opened is not far from the hotel; please follow me, Lord Akaso."

Hattori Shizuka led the way, and Akaso Kaze followed behind, his gaze inevitably falling on her back.

Hattori Shizuka was wearing a slightly loose kimono, and her graceful curves were vaguely visible.

From the waist down, there were two perfect arcs that swayed back and forth with her steps, making people feel refreshed.

The expression on Hattori Shizuka's pretty face, walking in front, became somewhat unnatural.

She usually practiced Kendo, so her intuition was much sharper than ordinary people, so she could vaguely feel Akaso Kaze's gaze from behind.

He was looking at her body with burning eyes, especially at a certain part.

Hattori Shizuka suddenly turned her head, only to see Akaso Kaze's calm smile, and his eyes were only filled with faint appreciation.

Akaso Kaze was a bit surprised; this woman's intuition was really sharp.

Hattori Shizuka fell back a few steps and came to Akaso Kaze's side.

While walking, they chatted casually.

Although this didn't need to worry about losing composure, the atmosphere became strange.

Akaso Kaze joked: "Mrs. Hattori looks very young; you can't tell at all that you are the mother of that kid Heiji, and your skin color is completely different from Heiji's. Walking together, you really can't tell you are mother and son."

Hattori Shizuka's skin was like snow, but Hattori Heiji was as black as charcoal; they really didn't look like they were related by blood.

"This is a genetic trait of the Hattori family; Heiji's father and grandfather are both like this."

Akaso Kaze suddenly realized; it seems that this black gene is really powerful, and three generations couldn't change it.