"You two want to spar with me?"
Tenra's lips curled into a playful smile, surprised by Murayama and Katase's bold request.
"Please teach us, Tenra-senpai!"
If not for Aika's scheming, neither girl would've dreamed up such a way to get close to their idol. Embarrassed by all the eyes on them, the pair bowed deeply, faces earnest and hopeful.
Kalamaina and Siris exchanged a dry snort, their eyes flashing with disdain. These girls thought they could challenge Tenra-sama? Absurd. Either of the knights could wipe the floor with the entire club, let alone Tenra.
But to their shock—
"If that's what you want, I'm happy to oblige."
Tenra's voice was gentle, his smile reassuring.
Murayama and Katase lit up with delight.
"Thank you, Tenra-senpai!"
The club erupted in excited chatter, while Aika pushed up her glasses, grinning like a cat who'd caught the canary.
"Hehehe… This is going to be good!"
—
The dojo was silent now, everyone kneeling around the edge. In the center stood Tenra, Murayama, and Katase.
"Tenra-senpai, here's some training gear. Please wear it."
Murayama offered him a set of protective armor.
"No need—I'll just take the sword."
Tenra shook his head with a chuckle, accepting only the wooden blade.
"But you could get hurt—"
"Armor would only slow me down. Trust me, I'll be fine."
Murayama hesitated, but Tenra's gentle smile was impossible to resist. She set the gear aside, silently promising herself to go easy and not hurt him.
"Tenra-senpai, who do you want to spar with first?"
Katase asked, ready to begin.
"No need to take turns. Both of you, come at me together."
Tenra's tone was casual, almost teasing.
"Eh?"
The girls stared at each other, unsure they'd heard right. Tenra wanted them both at once?
Don't be fooled by their innocent looks—Murayama and Katase were the club's top fighters. Since the last president graduated, no one could match them.
"Murayama, Katase—I don't like repeating myself."
"Come on, both of you. Don't worry about me."
Tenra's smile remained gentle, but his words carried an unyielding authority. The girls felt a shiver run down their spines, cheeks flushing at his confidence.
Such a commanding Tenra-senpai was… kind of irresistible.
They exchanged a glance and nodded. After all, their aim wasn't to win, just to get closer to Tenra.
"Then, Tenra-senpai, please be careful."
They bowed, then gripped their swords.
With a deep breath, their demeanor shifted—gone was the softness, replaced by sharp focus. They moved like wind, attacking Tenra from both sides.
Tenra had watched enough to gauge their skill. He could see they were holding back, worried about hurting him. He almost wanted to laugh.
But whether they held back or not, he'd have to go easy regardless.
With a simple sidestep, Tenra slipped past both attacks.
"Murayama, Katase—attacks like that won't land a hit."
His voice was light, almost teasing.
The girls blinked in surprise, then shared a glance. Something in their eyes burned brighter.
"Again!"
With a shout, they attacked once more.
—
"Murayama, your strikes are too slow! You'll never hit anyone like that!"
"Yes, Tenra-senpai!"
"Katase, you're swinging too soft. Didn't you eat lunch?"
"Yes, Tenra-senpai!"
Fifteen minutes later, the match had transformed. Kalamaina and Siris looked bored, but Aika and the rest of the club were frozen in awe.
No contest—Murayama and Katase couldn't even touch Tenra.
At first, the girls had worried about hurting him and held back. But no matter how they attacked, Tenra was untouchable. They ramped up their effort, showing their true skill, but it was no use. Their best teamwork couldn't lay a finger on him. The gap was too wide.
It wasn't a spar anymore—it was a master's lesson.
"Hah… hah… Tenra-senpai, you're incredible!"
Panting, Murayama and Katase could only stare in wonder. Even as the club's aces, they were utterly outmatched.
No—maybe "opponent" wasn't even accurate. They hadn't touched Tenra's sword once.
"You're both quite talented, Murayama, Katase."
Tenra's praise was sincere. Compared to his own swordsmanship—honed through countless battles—their technique was worlds apart. But for ordinary students, their skills were impressive.
Noticing their exhaustion, Tenra decided to wrap things up.
"As a reward for your hard work, let me show you real swordsmanship."
The girls' eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Please, Tenra-sama—show us!"
They readied their defenses, knowing full well they couldn't win, but desperate to see Tenra in action.
"I already have."
Tenra's voice came from behind them.
Murayama and Katase spun around, bewildered, only to feel their hands go numb—their swords clattered to the floor.
—
"It's getting late. Murayama, Katase, everyone—thank you for your hospitality. I had a great time today."
Tenra set his sword down, stifling a yawn. "Kalamaina, Siris, Aika—let's go."
Kalamaina and Siris fell in behind him. Aika, finally snapping out of her daze, scrambled to her feet.
"Tenra-senpai, wait!"
Just as they reached the door, a chorus of voices rang out.
"Is there something else?"
Tenra turned back.
Murayama, Katase, and every girl in the club gazed at him with pure adoration. Then, as one, they bowed deeply—
"Tenra-senpai, please be our club president!"
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