I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 105 - 101 Kendo Is It Such a Disadvantage (3400)_1

Chapter 105: 101 Kendo: Is It Such a Disadvantage? (3400)_1

Chapter 105: 101 Kendo: Is It Such a Disadvantage? (3400)_1

“Old Mack.”

Casio lightly tapped the table.

“Go on.”

A set of keys was thrown over.

Casio caught it easily, nodded in acknowledgment. Just when he was about to head inside, he noticed Old Mack seemed to be reading the Baichuan Morning News.

He leaned over and took a look, and indeed he was reading a newspaper.

Old Mack noticed Casio’s gaze and raised his head to unfold the paper: “Recent times have been turbulent, the paper says there was a firefight between two gangs last night, at least a dozen people dead…”

“It was the Black Flame Gang, wasn’t it?” Casio said with a faint smile.

“Yes, it’s said that all the dead were from the Black Flame Gang.”

Old Mack shook his head: “But that’s not too bad, after all, it’s only gang members dying, it’s best if they keep killing each other.”

“…” Casio went silent for a moment, then coughed twice.

“What’s wrong? Coach Li Wei, do you have a cold?”

“Nothing, I’m going in now, see you.” Casio snatched the shoulder bag and grabbed the towel from the wall, decisively heading toward the corridor.

Half an hour later, in the spacious training room.

Seven or eight teenagers were practicing combat movements under the guidance of Casio. After several classes of warm-ups, they had begun to take the form of movements. Although they could not be said to have mastered them yet, they were slowly getting closer to the entrance level.

“You guys continue, I will correct your movements on the side.”

Casio stopped demonstrating, took steps to walk from the front to the side. While counting the order from one to five out loud, he observed everyone’s posture and movements. Unquestionably, Tifa had the most correct movements in this group. This girl had both talent and diligence, a seedling worth cultivating.

As for Phil and Milo, these two guys weren’t great at the beginning, but they had picked up quite a bit now.

Anyway, they were diligent in all kinds of exercises and workouts, there was no laziness. Coupled with a good foundation, they had caught Casio’s eye too. However, he wanted to observe them for a bit longer.

Over the past two weeks, more than a hundred people had come to learn from Casio. Only five of them had any talent, two of them were too old, and the remaining three were none other than Phil, Milo, and Tifa.

Among them, Tifa had the best talent, Milo was next, and Phil was the last. However, even the worst Phil had a medium-low level core bone. The best, Tifa, had a medium-high-level core bone.

Casio’s current approach was to throw some simple explosive techniques at them, let them practice for a period, then test their respective progress, and finally consider whether to pass on some real stuff.

He hoped the progress of the three would satisfy him.

At dusk, the combat art training was over.

“Goodbye, coach.” “See you tomorrow, coach.” “…”

A few boys and girls waved and left.

“Coach, I am leaving.” Tifa also waved.

“Go ahead.” Casio nodded, but saw Phil waving beside her, as if Tifa was saying goodbye to him.

This kid…after all, it’s puberty…

Casio shook his head: “Phil, let’s go. Your brother’s car should be waiting outside, thanks for this time.”

“No problem, coach, let’s go.” Phil scratched his hair and whispered a few words to Milo beside him.

Then Casio and Phil pushed open the large door of the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall and walked out. A long black sedan was parked on the street in front, with a series of silver frames decorating the bottom edge. There was also a pale gold crescent moon logo on the hood of the car. This was a high-end sedan of the age, the Hertznia series.

The car window was rolled down, and a youth wearing a tweed jacket, a black round hard hat, and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose waved this way: “Phil, Mister Li Wei, this way.”

The two quickly got into the sedan and sat in the back seat.

“Phil, how have you been training with Mister Li Wei recently?”

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Matthew asked his brother while driving, his hands moving slightly and the accelerator gradually pressing.

“It’s okay, I’m doing my best to learn.” With a helpless scratch at his head, Phil had been knocked down by Tifa yesterday.

“Hmm.” Matthew didn’t ask in detail, he quickly changed the topic: “Mister Li Wei, there is a detached residential house you wanted. There is a nice place here. It’s not dark yet, we can drive straight there and see the specifics.”

“Thanks, Matthew.” Casio nodded: “Don’t be so polite to call me ‘sir’, I remember when we were drinking the other day everyone was calling each other ‘brother’, calling me ‘sir’ seems distant.”

“Hahaha, okay. Then… Li Wei.” Matthew laughed.

On the road, a black sedan sped past.

Elsewhere, Milo was heading toward his home. He had a large backpack on his back, with the zipper not fully closed. A yellowish hilt of a wooden sword stuck out from the gap in his backpack.

In recent days, Milo had been practicing boxing with Phil at the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall, and his time practicing kendo had decreased.

For example today, he originally planned to take a break from the martial arts hall, but after practicing for less than an hour, he was dragged away by Phil.

Honestly speaking, Milo didn’t have much interest in boxing, he preferred kendo. Having a weapon would look so cool, he could pull out the sword instantly when facing an enemy.

A flurry of slices, a stylish sheathing of the sword, and the opponent would scamper off defeated.

Getting excited, Milo couldn’t help but raise his right hand and mimic a slicing motion a few times. Unfortunately, while he enjoyed the kendo club a lot, the bait that Phil offered was too alluring.

No boy could resist a complete set of Captain Hong Li’s comic books, plus a limited edition one if needed!

Thus, Milo, the “blade lover”, was easily bought off. After all, this comic book set wasn’t for him alone; if the boys in his class knew, they would be scrambling for it. Milo could already imagine his elevated status in class in a few days.

He would have a good twenty or so “sons”.

“Hehe.” Milo couldn’t help but laugh a few times.

It was about six-thirty in the afternoon, and the sun was no longer visible in the twilight sky, only the afterglow of the setting sun remained.

Milo made his way along the grey street towards Belo Street.

Suddenly, he came to a halt, his bag clutched in his hand. Two disreputable-looking youths emerged from the dim alleyway up ahead. One had dyed his hair yellow, the other had a conspicuous nose ring.

Their eyes met and Milo immediately sensed danger.

He’d heard rumors at school that some reprobates routinely extorted students near Snowflake Middle School, feeling entitled to their money. Either you gave them the money, or you were beaten up. If you had no money at all, you were still beaten up.

Milo didn’t have a dime on him right now…

Swallowing his fear, he turned around and bolted.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Suddenly, a thug blocked his path. This man was dressed in a blue jacket, with a metallic chain slung over his shoulder.

A cigarette dangling from his mouth, he blew smoke rings nonchalantly.

Milo stood frozen in his tracks. He was cornered. One in a blue jacket, one with yellow hair, one with a nose ring – they had him surrounded.

“What are you waiting for? Fork over the cash.”

The trio advanced towards him step by step. The one in the blue jacket even pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, twirling it around.

“I…” Milo hesitated, then weighed his backpack: “I have no money.”

“No money? Well, old rules apply, you’re due for a beating!” The man with a nose ring cracked his knuckles and approached with a malicious grin on his face.

“Damn it!” Milo cursed under his breath. Then an idea struck: the wooden sword in his bag. It was used by the Kendo club, but it wasn’t a bamboo sword. Bamboo swords were sport exercise equipment used for practice and competition, with low lethality. The wooden sword, however, used in Kendo and sword techniques, could cause severe damage. Some could fracture their bones if hit, while others could even lose their lives depending on where they were struck. It was a deadly weapon.

With the Kendo skills he had honed over time, he might be able to fend off these thugs. With this idea in mind, Milo’s adrenaline spiked. He quickly spun his bag around and pulled.

Out came a wooden sword, about 120 cm long.

“Oh, we have a Kendo enthusiast here!”

The yellow-haired man lunged forward with a kick. Milo swung the long sword towards him, but with one ‘smack,’ the wooden sword was sent flying out of his hand.

“This is your lousy Kendo? Ugh!”

The wooden sword hit the ground, and the trio immediately ganged up on Milo. Because he dared to resist, their blows landed harder. Fists and feet came at him relentlessly.

Milo instinctively guarded his vital points as pain began to seep through various parts of his body. It was only when he managed to deflect two incoming blows with his forearm that he realized he had unconsciously performed the defensive techniques that Casio had taught him.

“I may not have my wooden sword, but I still have my fists!”

An idea popped into Milo’s head and he had a moment of realization. He suddenly lunged forward, pushing through the cluster of his attackers to make an escape.

He then crouched low, drawing in his shoulders. Quickly turning around, he threw a fist, connecting squarely with the yellow-haired man’s chest.

“Ah.” The man grunted in pain, clutching his chest.

“Damn it, he’s fighting back! You’ve got some nerve!”

The man in the blue jacket charged at him, his folding knife extended threateningly in the sunlight.

Enraged, he lunged at Milo, not caring about the consequences.

“Knife!” Milo’s eyes widened in fear. But in the chaos, he remembered the moves Casio had taught him.

In an instant, he twisted his body sideways to avoid the knife. He then swung his right hand like a whip, smacking it on the man’s wrist. The folding knife went flying and landed with a clatter.

In that moment, it seemed as if the explosive techniques were kicking in. It was a simple, rudimentary method of speed bursting.

Surprisingly, it worked!

Such is the folly of youth. The thrill of that moment sent Milo into a frenzy. With a battle cry, he charged fervently at the three thugs.

In a flurry of punches and kicks, he went all out on the trio.

If Casio had been watching, he would’ve just shaken his head in disappointment. Amidst the flurry of wild punches, Milo sporadically threw in one or two combat moves. Anyone with a modicum of martial skills could have taken him down easily.

However, Milo’s opponents were just a bunch of adolescent thugs. They were not even gang members, but the lowest of the low who extorted students for money. Compared to Milo, they were even worse.

Without the knife, the trio were helpless against Milo’s onslaught.

Powered by his fierce bravado, Milo’s fists flailing like a wild dog, occasionally landing a solid punch or kick,

Stunned, the thugs were no match for him. He left them with swollen, bruised faces, while they yelped and tried to escape.

Milo chased them, fighting them off for over a hundred meters.

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Only when the thugs hid in the alley, did Milo retreat apprehensively, picking up his black bag from the ground.

He took a few deep breaths, his left hand held onto the wooden sword, while his right hand to a slightly scraped fist. An unfamiliar surge of electricity seemed to pass from the base of his spine to his brain.

He shivered excitedly in the middle of the street.

Milo felt like he had channeled Hong Li, the team captain.

One punch, one villain down. One kick, one adversary defeated.

The satisfaction of fists landing on the enemy, the dull thud of a kick hitting the target – it was a lot more thrilling than the clattering exchange of wooden swords during Kendo practice!

He glanced at the long wooden sword in his hand, then at his reddened, clenched fist. A sudden realization dawned on him.

“Is Kendo a mere inconvenience?”

“Starting today, I’ll start learning boxing properly!”