Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

Xue Cheng shrugged his shoulders and said that it didn't matter if they didn't understand. As long as everyone knew it, there would be someone else to stand up for Quincy anyway.

Sure enough, just as Qingye finished speaking, Enterprise glared at him with a stern face and a fierce look: "Qingye!"

"What?" Qingye also glared back, but compared to the aggressive attitude of the enterprise, Qingye was obviously a little timid.

"You're quite courageous. I've warned you not to bully Quincy. Do you think people in our department are easy to bully?" Enterprise clenched her fists, and suddenly felt that this action seemed inappropriate for a lady like herself, so she quickly put her hands down.

Novel Book Group 25 51 89192 (Gong Zhonghao: 51 Reading) Qingye snorted and said, "It's just a joke. The people in your department are not so overbearing that they don't even allow jokes, right?"

"It's okay to joke with others, but what about Quincy? She..." Enterprise slammed on the brakes because she noticed a pure gaze looking at her from the side.

Enterprise pretended to clear his throat, then naturally skipped over the previous topic and said, "Anyway, if I run into you again next time, I'll go find Maryland and ask her to come talk to you."

The red mad dog Maryland...

Qingye's face turned pale. The guy who had been hanging out in the gym for many years, had built up a strong body of muscles, and had learned superb boxing skills was not as easy to fool as New Orleans. She was straightforward and after identifying the target, she would only solve the problem in the most direct way.

Although Aoba is not a weak little girl, and she is also good at kendo as her ship suit comes with a samurai sword, she is not as good as Maryland, who becomes more courageous in battle and becomes even more crazy and violent after being injured.

Aoba had no doubt that if he fought Maryland, even if he was holding a samurai sword, he would be chopped up close by the opponent and then beaten half to death with his fists.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Qingye turned his head to the side and said in a weak voice, "Don't scare me. If you dare to call Maryland, I will call Sister Nagato and the others over."

"Sure, go ahead." Enterprise spread his hands, then followed Aoba's example, folding his arms, walked up to her, and looked up. "But in that case, I'll also look for Missouri and North Carolina."

Aoba avoided Enterprise's sight guiltily. Although she was standing three steps higher than Enterprise, during the confrontation, Enterprise's momentum was not inferior at all. Instead, he destroyed Aoba's aura with overwhelming advantage.

It’s nothing, it’s just that I lack confidence.

As the top faction in the garrison, the department is full of talented people and is simply not something the department can contend with. In addition, it was clearly Aoba who provoked this matter first, and everyone in the department would definitely not stand idly by.

Looking at myself...

Aoba thought for a moment. If he was taught a lesson simply for bullying Quincy, Nagato and Akagi wouldn't help him. They might even be happy to see him succeed. They might even give him a lesson afterwards.

Just when Qingye felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do, a calm and unperturbed voice rang out: "Um, are Miss Washington and Miss Omi still in there?"

"Huh?" Everyone, including Xue Cheng, looked in the direction of the voice. A girl with a ponytail stood by the wall with her hands behind her back, standing on tiptoe to look at the window that was blocked by curtains and appeared pitch black. She seemed very curious.

"Fu Bo?!" Xue Cheng rubbed his eyes and exchanged a look with Qiye, who was in shock. Hadn't they separated at the beach just now? Why was Fu Bo here too? When did she get here?

If you think about it carefully, when they separated, Fubuki and the others said goodbye to me properly, but only Fukibo didn't say a word. Could it be that she never left at all, but was following me all the time?

Considering that Fu Bo's breath-blocking skill was comparable to that of a Grand Assassin, Xue Cheng swallowed involuntarily.

"Admiral?" Fu Bo tilted his head, walked to Xue Cheng, and gave him a slightly inquiring look.

"It's okay..." Xue Cheng pulled the corner of his mouth, deciding not to dwell on this issue. He looked at Qingye: "How long have Washington and Omi been in there?"

"About ten minutes." Qingye looked at Fu Bo strangely. He hadn't seen her come in before, so where did she come from?

"Ten minutes?!" Xue Cheng was shocked. He quickly took two steps at a time and climbed the stairs, bypassing Qingye to push the door of the kendo hall.

"Wait a moment." Aoba stopped him: "Omi said that he doesn't want anyone to disturb them before the results come out."

"Idiot, is now the time to worry about this?" Xue Cheng rolled his eyes and was about to force his way in.

"No!" Qingye defended himself vigorously.

Just as Qingye and Xue Cheng were arguing, the door of the kendo hall was opened and Omi walked out with a bamboo sword in his hand.

Behind her was Washington, whose clothes were a little messy. She was holding a white handkerchief and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Admiral?" Omi didn't expect so many people to be outside the door. She froze for a moment, then casually threw her bamboo sword aside. Ignoring everyone's gazes, she suddenly threw herself into Xue Cheng's arms, hooked her arms around his neck, and chuckled, "Admiral, are you here because you're worried about me?"

Washington had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't care at all about the close contact between Omi and Xue Cheng, but Enterprise noticed that the neatly folded handkerchief was crumpled into a ball by her in an instant.

Xue Cheng looked at Washington, his hands hanging at his sides, and asked, "Are you not hurt?"

Omi shook his head quickly. Washington, who was wearing sportswear and had his hair tied up behind his head, also looked calm and composed, which made Xue Cheng feel relieved.

After his worry, Xue Cheng's gossip heart burned fiercely. He coughed lightly, carefully looked at the expressions of the two people, and asked, "Who won between you two?"

"It's a draw, no one wins." Omi shook his head regretfully, then pursed his lips and said to Xue Cheng in a wronged manner, "If the admiral had been there to cheer me up, maybe I would have won."

"You must be joking." The cold and beautiful lady glanced at Omi and untied her bun, letting her slightly curly white hair fall down naturally. "If that wooden battle axe wasn't too light and difficult to use, you would have been knocked down by that blow just now."

Omi let go of Xue Cheng and stood up, unwilling to be outdone, saying, "If that's the case, if I replace the bamboo sword with Onimaru, my sword will also make you lose your fighting ability."

My dear, there is more to come after this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. There will be more exciting chapters later!

The two looked at each other, their eyes met, sparks flew, and the air seemed to be affected and solidified.

"Okay, stop arguing, let's be harmonious." Xue Cheng hurriedly tried to persuade them.

Both Washington and Omi are his wedding ships. Although strictly speaking, Omi, who has just had an intimate relationship with Xue Cheng, is closer, it is only a matter of time before Washington comes to power. If he is partial to one now, he will have to bear the consequences in the future.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, New Orleans decisively pulled his sister to hide under the shade of a tree nearby. Aoba also looked like he was enjoying the show. Enterprise crossed his arms across his chest, looking a little unhappy.

"Although I often pass by the kendo hall, this is the first time I have actually come across a bamboo sword." A light voice came, and Washington showed a surprised expression. She looked in the direction of the voice, and Shiki came to her side at some point, looking at the bamboo sword that Omi had just thrown away.

The solidified air seemed to be pierced and began to flow again. Xue Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and ran to Fu Bo's side as if running for his life. The girl was holding a bamboo sword in one hand and gently tapping her chin with the other hand, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Is Fu Bo interested in swordsmanship?" Xue Cheng asked.

"Hmm... a little bit." Fu Bo thought for a moment and said, "I saw a female swordsman's performance while watching videos before. Her swordsmanship was very handsome and practical."

Xue Cheng blinked, feeling something was amiss: "Fu Bo, do you want to learn?"

"Eh?" Fu Bo tilted his head, a hint of excitement in his eyes, but he seemed to have a hard time making up his mind, with a conflicted expression: "Well, I'm not very good at sports."

The fact that the usually unhurried Fukami could show such an expression clearly showed that kendo still held a great allure to her. Xue Cheng had also recently had such an idea. After all, the Crescent Moon sword he had exchanged from Omi had been kept at home as a handicraft, which was a bit of a waste.

"Athletic ability can be developed through training. I happen to be quite interested in it recently. Would you like to join us, Fu Bo?" Xue Cheng looked at Fu Bo with a smile, his eyes filled with encouragement, but in his heart he had the bad idea of ​​dragging others into the water.

Fu Bo thought about it, his eyes fell on the bamboo sword in his hand, hesitant, and nodded gently: "Okay."

Thanks to the book friends for voting for a monthly ticket

If you like Today’s Naval Base Remains Peaceful, please collect it: Today’s Naval Base Remains Peaceful.

203. This time it must be

After the fight with Omi, Washington finally came to his senses. When he heard Xue Cheng say that he planned to learn swordsmanship, he wanted to stay and watch. However, after the intense exercise, he was sweating all over, which not only made him feel uncomfortable, but also made him look a little ugly. This was a little unacceptable to Washington, who always paid attention to his image.

So Washington said goodbye and left on his own. Seeing that there was nothing interesting to watch, New Orleans and Quincy also left. In the end, only Omi, Shikinami, Aoba and Enterprise were left.

In the dimly lit kendo hall.

Omi sat upright on a futon, a bamboo sword across her knees. She had her eyes closed, her expression solemn, her breath steady, and part of her body below her nose hidden in the darkness. There was a scroll hanging on the wall behind her, with the word "sword" written on it in a flamboyant style. At first glance, she really had the demeanor of a master.

"Pretending." Aoba, who was sent by Omi to draw the curtains, muttered dissatisfiedly. She pulled open a curtain with a swish, and the dazzling sunlight immediately shone into the dim dojo.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or Omi’s deliberate act, but when the curtain was opened, the light fell on Omi’s body.

At that moment, the girl bathed in golden sunlight suddenly opened her eyes. She lowered her head, gently stroked the bamboo sword on her knees with her fingers, and said in a solemn tone: "Sword is a weapon."

"Um..." Shikinami, who was kneeling in front of Omi, raised his hand and said softly, "It's just an ordinary bamboo sword."

"...Of course I know about this kind of thing." Omi glared at Shikiba with dissatisfaction, venting her resentment about the ruined atmosphere. However, the girl looked calm and didn't care about her attitude at all.

"Alright, enough of that extra talk." Enterprise, also kneeling, suppressed a smile and said, "Let's get started quickly. I'm actually a little curious about your swordsmanship, too."

Omi puffed her cheeks slightly. She had a lot of cool lines prepared but hadn't said them yet. However, since Enterprise was like that, she had no choice but to get straight to the point: "Okay, then I'll make it short."

"The swordsmanship I practice is of my own creation." Omi lowered his eyelids slightly, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his mouth, his mouth on his heart, and said in a deep voice, "I call it my style."

"Me?" Xue Cheng swallowed. He knew that ship girls possessed talents beyond ordinary people in certain areas, such as Yixian's cooking, Dafeng's literary accomplishment, and Beizhai's painting skills, so he had no doubt that Omi could create her own swordsmanship.

"That's right." Omi picked up the bamboo sword and swung it with a graceful and elegant gesture, explaining, "My swordsmanship emphasizes intention over form, and believes that no moves are better than moves."

"..." A trace of suspicion flashed across Xue Cheng's eyes. He felt that Omi's words were very familiar.

"Hey, no moves are better than moves... so it just means hitting randomly?" Fu Bo said calmly.

"No way!" Speaking of his expertise, Omi suddenly lost his composure, his pretentious demeanor gone awry. He raged, "My style of swordsmanship is all about attacking, not rules. The sword moves as the heart desires, leaving no trace. That leaves the opponent with no way to defend themselves!"

Xue Cheng remembered why Omi's words sounded so familiar, because...

This is a common trope in martial arts films and TV dramas, especially those focused on technique. Similar theories include "grass, wood, bamboo, and stone can all be swords" and "there's no sword in your hand, but there is a sword in your heart."

This guy... The veins on Xue Cheng's forehead gradually bulged and throbbed. He really wanted to learn swordsmanship, but Omi actually used lines from martial arts novels and TV dramas to play tricks on him?

Enterprise smiled without saying anything. She had known for a long time that Omi was unreliable and she stayed just to watch the show. In other words, if Omi taught seriously, she would be disappointed.

Noticing Xue Cheng's unfriendly look, Omi coughed lightly and cast his gaze towards the girl with long black hair who had just opened the curtains and hadn't had time to catch her breath: "Aoba, you will be the admiral's opponent and demonstrate our swordsmanship to him."

"What sect? Don't just claim it randomly!" Qingye curled his lips and crossed his arms, saying, "My swordsmanship has nothing to do with yours."

"Oh, that's not important! Just consider it a favor." Omi quickly got up and ran to Aoba's side, clinging to her shoulders affectionately, begging, "It's just a competition as the admiral's opponent, don't be so stingy."

"You said I was stingy?" Qingye pointed at his nose and said angrily, "Then you shouldn't ask stingy people for help."

"Come on, come here and listen to me." Omi forcibly pulled the reluctant Aoba aside and whispered in her ear, "It's rare that the admiral is interested in swordsmanship, don't you want him to come here more often? If you become the admiral's sparring partner, in the long run, maybe you'll have a chance to become his marriage ship."

Qingye was a little moved. She was also a ship girl with a favorability of 100 points, and of course she also coveted Xue Cheng, but her competitors were too strong and she could not compete with them, so she suppressed her throbbing heart.

She hesitated and asked doubtfully, "Would you be so kind as to help me?"

Omi said sincerely, "It's just mutual assistance. I helped you today. If Washington comes knocking on your door again, you won't just stand by and watch, right?"

Qingye had a blank expression on her face. She knew that there was no free lunch in the world.

However, even though he knew Omi's thoughts, Aoba was willing to step into the trap because the bait thrown by Omi was irresistible.

but……

Aoba looked at Omi with a strange expression: "This kind of words don't sound like something you would say. Omi, where did you learn that?"

Omi smiled slightly and said proudly, "Scheming!"

"..." Qingye blinked and thought for a while before he remembered that this name seemed to be the name of a palace drama that was currently on the air, and he was speechless.

Xue Cheng watched Omi pull Aoba aside and whisper to him. After a while, the two of them came back together. At this time, Aoba, who had originally looked resistant, unexpectedly cooperated.

She took out a bamboo sword, stood on the clean tatami, and earnestly performed the etiquette of kendo to Xue Cheng: "Admiral, please teach me."

"Hmm?" Xue Cheng's face was full of questions. "What advice do you want? I don't know anything about swordsmanship. What can I teach you?"

Omi sat back on the futon, coughed lightly, and said, "Haven't I already taught you the secrets of my style of swordsmanship?"

Xue Cheng was furious. He jumped up and pointed at Jin Jiang, saying angrily, "What you told me was basically asking me to chop around with a bamboo sword, right?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Fu Bo was stunned for a moment, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Qiye even held his stomach and collapsed to the ground, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. After Danyang left, her luck seemed to have returned, otherwise how could she see such a funny performance?

Omi casually tossed the bamboo sword toward Xue Cheng. Seeing him instinctively reach out to catch it, he turned and said, "Actual combat is the best way to hone your swordsmanship. If you train in a rigid way, how can you learn the essence of my style?"