Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 200 The Sword Maiden Will Always Love Only the Way of the Sword
Elsa Amane was wearing a French-style swimsuit.

The top resembles a halter top, while the bottom is like high-waisted shorts. The entire swimsuit is one-piece, adorned with lace, exuding a relaxed yet sophisticated vibe.

The back is quite exposed, with a rope that gives the impression that the shirt could be pulled off with a single pull—which is probably true.

"Didn't you apply it before you came out?" Aoyama asked.

“I’ve applied it, but now that I’m about to take off my sun-protective clothing, I’ll feel self-conscious if I don’t reapply it. I’ll be too self-conscious about getting a tan.” After a short pause, Elsa Tianyu continued, “It’s perfectly normal for me to help you apply sunscreen, so you don’t need to feel guilty.”

If a girl has said that, it would be too inappropriate for a man to hesitate or be coy.

Aoyama Rika poured the sunscreen into her palm, rubbed her hands together a few times, and then pressed it onto Amayu Elsa's back.

Under the awning, the two remained silent.

Elsa Amayu maintained the pose of tossing her blonde hair, her body slightly bent forward.

The back of the neck is fair, and the skin on the back is delicate and fair.

"Aoyama-kun, apply the paint to the area under the swimsuit straps as well."

".good."

Is this what it feels like to put your hand under your bra?
Of course, Aoyama knew very well that a swimsuit is a swimsuit and a bra is a bra. The former is waterproof, while the latter absorbs water and becomes heavy. In essence, there is no difference.

Wait, something seems off?

[Love in Daily Life - Meet Ai, Miyase Yaeko: 98.7%]

[Sunny Day Band: 55%]

[Kendo Jade Dragon Flag: 47%]

[The Girl Who Rules the World: 98.6%]

—The Kendo Jade Dragon Banner does not need this kind of material!
It's contaminated.

Aoyama suddenly thought of another question: if the same event is used as material in four books, will there be repeated plot points?

In particular, I feel that there is a high degree of overlap between "Love Daily Life - Meet Ai, Miyase Yaeko" and "The Girl Who Rules the World".

Just as he thought of this, Aoyama Risa dismissed it.

No, the two have different focuses. Even if there is some overlap in the plot, unless you deliberately nitpick, no one will think it's the same story.

Immediately afterwards, Aoyama Osamu had a new question: Why did he come to this conclusion?

Is it my own thought, or is the system giving me a hint?

There are more urgent matters than that.

"Are you done applying it?" Aoyama asked.

"Okay, thank you." Tianyu Elsa took the sunscreen and reapplied it to the areas she could reach.

On the other side, Aoyama Risa picked up his phone.

I haven't received any news from Jian Shangai, so it seems she's already focused on her studies and isn't keeping an eye on things here.

He was relieved.

No, why should I breathe a sigh of relief? Shouldn't I be angry? Anger is about studying diligently!
How could this fear of being caught cheating appear in a single man like him?

"Sorry to keep you waiting, we can begin now."

"it is good."

The two stood on the beach, Elsa Amamiya holding a bamboo sword and Risa Aoyama holding a wooden stick, facing each other.

The skin that Aoyama Ryosuke had previously dared not look at much no longer held any appeal when he gripped the wooden stick.

It's not exactly magical; at most, it feels like you've had a good night's sleep, giving you a strong sense of control over your body.

Aoyama Ryo's heartbeat gradually quickened.

This was the first time he had used his "real skills" in a fight.

The sword tip touched the wooden stick, as if ants were transmitting signals with their antennae.

Suddenly, Elsa Tenyu stepped forward and unleashed a scorching slash.

The moment she moved, it was as if she had completely burned herself up, and Aoyama Rin had the illusion of facing a dark shadow.

The intensity of a life-or-death struggle might frighten others, but for Aoyama Rin, it was just right.

"boom!"

The wooden stick and the bamboo sword clashed together, producing a clean and crisp sound. They looked at each other, their eyes gleaming.

Elsa Tenyu's emerald-green eyes sparkled with fire.

"Ah!!!" she roared, tearing through the air.

The continuous and powerful attacks came like water splashing down, and like endless waves.

Her hair was loose, shimmering like gold in the sunlight. Her focused expression made even the not-so-eccentric Aoyama Osamu feel that the title 'Sword Princess' was truly fitting for her.

He remained calm, adhering to the techniques used in fighting the shadows—first and foremost, ensuring he didn't get hit.

With each step Tianyu Elsa took, she dug away a piece of the beach, yet her movements were as light and swift as the wind.

So strong.

While not as strong as a B-level shadow, it still possesses B-level strength.

Neither of them wore armor, yet the tip of Tenyu Elsa's sword was constantly pointed at Aoyama Risa's throat.

As I said before, thanks to his training with the shadowy figure, Aoyama Risa is actually quite adept at handling this level of 'life-or-death crisis'.

They couldn't find an opportunity to retaliate, but they were also able to avoid being hit.

Just when things were going well, Fiora stopped attacking.

“Aoyama-kun, you are indeed very strong,” she said.

“You’re quite good too.” Aoyama Rie nodded.

What he really wanted to say was, "Where are you strong? You clearly have no chance to fight back!"
"This round is a draw," said Elsa Tenyu.

It turned out that the match was about to start, and during the sparring session with the shadowy figure, the two sides fought to the death.

"Shall we continue?" Aoyama asked.

"May I?"

"Why not?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

Elsa Amayu, holding her swords in both hands, laughed happily: "Aoyama-kun, I really do like you!"

—Young lady, all you care about is the way of the sword!

The two men slashed at each other.

Aoyama Risa made the first move, seizing what might be his only chance to strike.

All the strength in his body tightened like a screw, rushing into his hands. At this moment, he had the illusion that his nerves and blood vessels were spreading into the wooden stick.

"Ah!!" Aoyama Risa roared in battle.

Fiora remained unfazed, sweeping the attack aside as if it were dust.

But Aoyama Risa's strength, or rather, the way he exerted his strength, caught her off guard, like a curved ball in ping-pong that can curve.

She was pushed from an unexpected angle, and her body almost fell over.

Her blonde hair flew in the wind, and her tall, slender body burst forth with power, forcefully maintaining her balance.

But the real challenge is yet to come!
Her mind focused like a needle, preparing to counter Aoyama Ryou's attack.

However, Aoyama Osamu had already adopted a defensive stance.

"Is this only one-thousandth of your strength?"

"Hmm." I don't know why she came to this conclusion, but I'll just agree anyway.

Aoyama did this entirely out of habit when fighting the shadowy figure; if he failed in his first attack, he would surely die if he didn't quickly defend himself.

"I want to," Elsa Tianyu said slowly, her golden hair flying, "to cut you down!"

“If I can do it.” Aoyama Ryo continued to pretend to be an expert.

The two continued their intensive training at the beach.

In Aoyama Rin's eyes, he had been on the run all along; but in Amayu Elsa's eyes, she had never encountered Aoyama Rin even once.

"You always defeat us in one or two moves, but I didn't expect your defense to be just as formidable." Tianyu Elsa replenished her water, her neck slender and her chest snow-white and full.

"Really? I feel my defense is not as good as my offense, so I deliberately trained with you." Aoyama Risa continued to talk nonsense.

I've had enough of lying.

"I'm going to play in the sea for a while, do you want to come?" He changed the subject.

“Okay.” Elsa Tianyu nodded. “Please wait a moment while I put on my sun protection clothing.”

Aoyama thought she would refuse, since she hadn't played it before.

The two went into the sea, rinsed off the sweat, and started playing in the water.

"Brother, look, I've learned to swim!" Ono Mizuki pinched her nose, sank down, took two steps underwater, and then popped back up.

"How about that?" she said smugly.

If you saw Ai, what would you say?

It must be very harsh, and as cold as the iceberg that struck the Titanic.

No, this is her attitude towards him; she seems to really like Mizuki.

What about Miyako Yaeko?

Should we trample him in the seabed mud and sand, and crush him with our feet?
This is also our attitude towards him.

“Let me teach you.” This was Aoyama Risa’s attitude. “Now that you’re not afraid of water, you’ve already learned half of how to swim.”

He took the float and let Ono Mizuki lie on it.

"Mika-nee, watch out, it'll be your turn soon." He held onto the floating board and reminded Mika Ono.

Ono Mika just smiled.

“Stretch your legs straight,” Aoyama Osamu said to Ono Mizuki.

Ono Mizuki lay on the floating board and tried several times, but she still didn't dare, afraid that if she became parallel to the water's surface, her body would sink.

“Relax, I will protect you.” Aoyama Risa held her slender, straight ankle. “Come on, straighten it, don’t be afraid.”

Ono Mizuki cautiously stretched out her legs as if testing the waters at the edge of a cliff.

Her legs were straight—not stretched out perfectly, that's two different things.

“Your chin is right on the water’s surface,” Aoyama Osamu said again. “Won’t you sink?” Ono Mizuki asked.

"Of course not. Swimming is about lying flat on the surface of the water. If you sink, how can you swim? Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Aoyama Risa grabbed Ono Mizuki's legs and pushed her forward.

"Brother, are you sure you're not playing a joke on me?" Ono Mizuki asked.

This action definitely looked like he was toying with her—Mika Ono even took out her phone to record it.

“This is to help you get used to water,” Aoyama Risa said.

"I've adapted!"

"Alright, next is the leg movement—you pull your legs in, do your best duck sit, good; then kick out, don't kick straight, kick in an arc, very good! Then pull your legs in again, don't make the movement too big when pulling your legs in, keep the distance between your knees closer."

The two of them taught and learned.

Soon, Mizuki Ono was able to swim while lying on the float, propelling herself forward by kicking her legs.

His movements were just too rigid, or rather, as stiff as a wind-up frog.

"You get used to it first, Meihua-nee, it's your turn," said Aoyama Rika.

Mika Ono knew it would be her turn, so she listened and learned diligently while Aoyama was teaching Mitsuki Ono, and quickly caught up with Mitsuki Ono's pace.

“Great, let’s continue practicing breathing,” said Aoyama Risa. “It’s very simple. The main thing is to overcome your fear, and then you can subconsciously exhale underwater and inhale above water.”

Mika Ono had a good grasp of the technique during practice, but once she started swimming on her own, she immediately became flustered.

When a wave crashes in, even though you know the water isn't deep, you still feel afraid.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Aoyama quickly helped her up, and Ono Mika instinctively grabbed his arm tightly.

"Sis, are you alright?" Ono Mizuki swam over, kicking her legs.

"No, cough cough!"

Aoyama gently patted her back: "When learning to swim, it's inevitable to choke on water."

“We were already full while we were studying on our own,” Ono Mizuki said, dissatisfied.

Elsa Tenyu, who had been watching the whole thing from her swim ring, couldn't help but laugh.

"Whoosh!" Another wave crashed in.

"Ouch!" Ono Mizuki lost her grip on the float and fell in.

The water wasn't very deep; Ono Mika could touch the bottom, but Ono Mizuki couldn't.

Aoyama quickly grabbed her waist and lifted half of her body out of the water.

Ono Mizuki hooked her arm around his neck with one hand and wiped the water from her face with the other; her sweet face was somewhat pale.

The two sisters nestled beside him, their beautiful bodies feeling warm against the slightly cool seawater.

The two women were wearing sun-protective clothing, and Aoyama could feel the softness of their bodies.

Her lower body was bare, her legs wrapped around him, skin to skin.

Waves crashed against the three of them, one after another.

Aoyama suddenly realized why the system would directly control his body when giving guidance—without taking control of his body, it would be impossible to train wholeheartedly.

Like now, at first he was serious about teaching the two to swim, but now his eyes unconsciously drift to their body curves.

I also look forward to the next skin-to-skin contact.

This has nothing to do with morality or willpower; it's human nature.

As dusk began to fall on the horizon, Inoue Misato and the others swam back.

"This is so much fun!" she exclaimed.

"We had swimming competitions, breath-holding competitions, and even played volleyball!" Kobayashi Shiki exclaimed excitedly.

"How can five people play? Three girls against two boys?" Aoyama asked curiously.

“I’ll float on the swimming ring and act as the referee,” Amakusa Sawa said with a smile.

After resting for a while, everyone ate the watermelon and packed up to return to the guesthouse.

After dinner and a shower, despite being very tired, everyone persisted in studying.

As night fell, the cicadas' chirping subsided, and it was soon followed by the chirping of various insects, which was even noisier than the band's music.

Time flies when you're studying.

"Everyone has worked hard today, so please get some rest," said Mika Ono.

"Goodnight," everyone said goodbye.

Kobayashi Shiki and Aizawa Jun returned to their room, initially excited, but fell asleep half an hour later. Aoyama Risa quietly left the room.

Now that he sees someone he loves and calls him number 40, how could he possibly sleep?

That's a joke.

With his abundant energy, he must make full use of his advantages, otherwise the system will be useless.

The living room was empty. He sprayed some mosquito repellent on himself, then picked up a stick and left the guesthouse.

He came to the seaside alone.

The sea is fascinating during the day, but terrifying at night, with only waves of white foam seen crashing one after another in the darkness.

There were no lights on the beach, giving it a feeling of being swallowed up.

--system

[Begin Kendo Instruction]

System·Aoyama Ryo lost his wooden stick.

--Um?

Back at the guesthouse.

--Uh-huh?
Knock on the door of the four-person room.

Um--?
"Who is it?" Inoue Misato asked.

"I."

"Is there something you need?" Inoue Misato asked as she opened the door, completely unsuspecting.

She was dressed very lightly, in a tank top and shorts.

Amakusa Sawa and Higashiura Kana were getting beauty treatments, and their clothes were... Before Aoyama Risa could finish looking at them, System Aoyama Risa picked up Amamiya Elsa's bamboo sword.

"Return it to her tomorrow." System Aoyama Ryo turned and left.

The three of them looked at each other.

"What's going on?" asked Higashiura Kana, puzzled.

"You lost at Truth or Dare, didn't you?" Inoue Misato laughed.

"The punishment was to take something from the girls' dormitory. He chose a bamboo sword?" Amakusa thought Aoyama Risa was a really good person.

Elsa Amane emerged from the bathroom, drying her blonde hair with a towel.

Hearing that Aoyama Rin had borrowed the bamboo sword, he immediately followed her out.

The three girls thought that Aoyama Risa had lost the game, but Amamiya Elsa thought otherwise.

She didn't go to the male triple room. After glancing at the balcony and finding no one there, she walked straight out of the guesthouse.

She walked towards the sea, but didn't see anyone.

Did I guess wrong?

But she still didn't believe it. With Aoyama Ryou's level of swordsmanship, there must be a period of training time every day, rain or shine—the sparring with her during the day didn't count as training.

Elsa Amamiya walked to the beach, looked around, but still couldn't see her.

Did I really guess wrong?
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard a coughing sound as if she was choking on water.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw that in the dark sea, only Aoyama Risa's head was floating on the surface.

The wind was strong and the waves were high at night, and his head was sometimes completely submerged in the sea.

"Aoyama-kun!" Amayu Elsa ran into the sea.

"Don't come any closer!" Aoyama shouted.

The waves crashed over him, drowning out his words.

"I'm practicing swordsmanship!" he shouted as his head surfaced.

The system is currently only controlling his legs, preventing him from walking; the rest of his body, above his legs, is controlled by Aoyama Risa himself.

He can't leave.

There's no going back, and there's no way to be swept away by the waves.

As long as you keep your breathing steady and find your rhythm, you won't drown from the waves.

As for whether or not to practice swordsmanship, the system seems to leave that decision to him.

They've arrived? How could Aoyama Ryou only want to live for two hours? He strained to hold his sword, imagining the waves as one enemy after another.

Elsa Tenyu's calves were submerged in seawater as she stared blankly at Aoyama Rin, who was wielding his sword in the waves.

She could only see Aoyama Risa's head and the occasional tip of a sword surfacing.

It took much longer than she had imagined—a full two hours later, Aoyama Risa staggered ashore, so exhausted that she sat down directly on the beach.

"Aoyama-kun, you're amazing." Elsa Tenyu's tone was calm, as if stating a fact, without any excitement.

Aoyama Risa waved his hand with a wry smile, too weak to speak for a short time.

After a while, he said, "You practice swordsmanship under the scorching sun during the day, which is much harder than what I do."

"But you are not in danger."

It's not like Aoyama himself thought it was that dangerous; besides, with the system around, it's actually not that dangerous.

Aoyama Ritsu struggled to his feet and pulled out the bamboo sword that was stuck to the side.

"It's getting late, let's go back." He handed her the bamboo sword.

“I like you,” Elsa Ama said.

(End of this chapter)