Chapter 520

The car driven by Jinwei Tong drove away from the bustling district, turned into a quieter road, and finally stopped in front of a kendo hall with a simple and solemn appearance.

At the entrance of the hall.

A man in a black suit and sunglasses was already waiting straight.

The moment he saw Natsume Chikage and Jinwei Tong get out of the car, he bowed politely, then silently pushed open the heavy wooden door.

He didn't say a word the whole time, like a silent shadow.

Since it wasn't the first time seeing such a man in black, Natsume Chikage was not surprised, but had a deeper understanding of the Yutang family's pomp.

Just like this, he followed Jinwei Tong and stepped into the hall.

The hall was filled with the faint scent of raw wood and old leather, appearing empty and solemn.

After entering.

Under the guidance of the man in black, Jinwei Tong first took Natsume Chikage to the men's changing room.

The changing room was spacious and tidy, empty, with only rows of dark lockers.

The man in black handed a set of brand-new, neatly folded kendo clothes, as well as protective gear (face mask "men", chest protector "do") to Jinwei Tong.

Then he left quickly.

Jinwei Tong held the clothes in her arms and said to Natsume Chikage expressionlessly:

"Take off your clothes."

"I'll teach you how to wear kendo clothes."

Natsume Chikage paused, his expression strange:

"Give me the clothes, I can do it myself."

Jinwei Tong raised her eyebrows and looked at him:

"Have you worn them before?"

Natsume Chikage shook his head:

"No."

"But I can search for how to wear them on my phone now."

Hearing this, Jinwei Tong glanced at him and spat out one word:

"Take them off!"

The tone was unquestionable.

Natsume Chikage wanted to say something but stopped, but after seeing Jinwei Tong's waveless eyes, which seemed to be stating a very ordinary matter, he knew that no matter whether he agreed or not, this senior probably wouldn't leave.

Thinking of this.

Although Natsume Chikage's expression was still strange, Jinwei Tong herself didn't mind, and as a grown man, he didn't seem to have anything to be coy about.

And so.

Natsume Chikage didn't say much, directly took off his T-shirt and long pants, leaving only his underwear.

And Jinwei Tong blinked, her gaze calmly, or even "scrutinizingly," scanning Natsume Chikage's body with clear muscle outlines up and down.

But as she watched, she seemed to have seen something terrifying and couldn't help but pause.

Although she was still expressionless, being stared at so unreservedly, even with Natsume Chikage's good psychological quality, he couldn't help but feel a trace of uncomfortable shyness.

"Tong, didn't you say you'd help me wear them? If you're not going to help, give them to me, I'll do it myself."

Jinwei Tong retracted her gaze and said flatly:

"I was just measuring whether the size of the clothes fits. Now it seems there's no problem, come here, I'll help you wear them."

"..."

Natsume Chikage had no choice but to approach as instructed.

Jinwei Tong shook out the white kendo top ("tasuki") and began to help him put it on, her movements neat and professional.

Also because kendo training and competition themselves must require wearing protective armor and helmets, otherwise it is strictly forbidden to enter the field for actual combat.

Because kendo attacks pursue speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and the targets of the attacks are mostly the vital parts of the human body.

Such as the head, throat, abdomen, and wrists.

If you don't wear protective gear, it is really easy to cause serious injury.

And the significance of letting Natsume Chikage wear protective gear at this time is also to make him more "resistant to beating" during the basic training or simulated confrontation that will start later.

Otherwise, a newcomer entering the field would probably not be able to withstand a few hits from the coach and would have to cry out in pain and defeat.

And after changing clothes.

Natsume Chikage asked inexplicably:

"Tong, if I reach the corresponding strength, can I not practice anymore like last time?"

Jinwei Tong didn't think he could do it, after all, kendo and baseball are completely different.

But she still spoke:

"If you can do it, of course you can."

Natsume Chikage nodded and said:

"I understand."

Soon.

With Jinwei Tong's professional and efficient help, Natsume Chikage put on the full set of kendo clothes and protective gear, but he didn't rush to put on the helmet, after all, it hadn't started yet, and wearing it didn't make much sense.

And the feeling of the protective gear restricting the body was a bit strange, but not uncomfortable, instead bringing a strange sense of stability.

After dressing neatly.

Natsume Chikage left the changing room with Jinwei Tong and officially arrived at the main training ground of the hall.

And at this time.

In the center of the empty training ground, besides a few men in black standing with their hands down, there were three swordsmen who were already dressed neatly and had straight postures, kneeling quietly in the center of the field, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Their bamboo swords were placed neatly at their sides, and the atmosphere was solemn.