"Old Mike."
Kaxiu tapped the table lightly.
"then."
A bunch of keys was thrown directly over.
Kaxiu took it and nodded. Just as he was about to walk into the passage, he found that Old Mike seemed to be reading the Shirakawa Morning Post.
He leaned over to take a look and saw that he was really reading a newspaper.
Old Mike noticed Kaxiu's gaze, raised his head and spread out the newspaper: "The world has been in turmoil recently. The newspaper said that two gangs fought last night and at least a dozen people died..."
"It's the Black Fire Gang, right?" Kasu said with a smile.
"Yes, it is said that all the dead were from the Black Fire Gang."
Old Mike shook his head: "But it's good too. After all, the dead are all gang members. It's best if they just fight each other."
"..." Kaxiu was silent for a moment and coughed twice.
"What's wrong? Does Coach Levi have a cold?"
"Nothing, I'll go in first. Bye." Kaxiu picked up his shoulder bag, took the towel off the wall, and walked decisively into the corridor.
Half an hour later, in the empty exercise room.
Seven or eight boys and girls were practicing fighting moves under Kaxiu's guidance. After several warm-up classes, they were already somewhat good at learning the moves. Although they couldn't be considered to have mastered them, they were slowly getting closer to the entry level.
"You continue, I will correct your movements."
Kaxiu stopped demonstrating and walked from the front to the side. He called out the order of one, two, three, four, five, while watching everyone's postures and movements. Without a doubt, the one with the most standard movements among this group of people was Tifa. This girl was both talented and hardworking, and was considered a good seedling.
As for Firmino, although these two guys were not very good at the beginning, they are starting to look good now.
Anyway, he was very diligent in all kinds of training and exercises, and he didn't slack off. Plus, he had a good physique, so he caught Kaxiu's eye. But he still needed to continue observing him for a while.
In the past half month, there have been no less than a hundred people who came to study under Kaxiu. Only five of them were really talented, two were too old, and the remaining three happened to be Firmilo Tifa.
Among them, Tifa has the best talent, followed by Milo, and Phil. However, even the worst Phil has a lower-middle level root bone. The best Tifa has an upper-middle level root bone.
Kaxiu's current approach is to give them some simple burst skills, let them practice for a while, then test their progress, and finally consider whether to fax them.
I hope the progress of the three of them will satisfy him.
At dusk, the combat skills training instruction ended.
"Goodbye, Coach." "See you tomorrow, Coach." "… "
The boys and girls waved and left.
"Coach, I'm leaving." Tifa also waved.
"Go." Kasu nodded, but saw Phil waving his hand beside him, as if it was him who Tifa was waving goodbye to.
This kid... is still in puberty after all...
Kaxiu shook his head: "Phil, let's go. Your brother's car should be waiting outside. Thank you very much for this time."
"Coach, it's okay, let's go." Phil scratched his hair and then whispered a few words to Milo next to him.
Immediately, Kaxiu and Phil pushed open the door of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School and walked out. A long black sedan was parked on the street ahead, with a series of silver frame decorations on the bottom. There was also a pale golden crescent logo on the hood of the car. This was a high-end sedan of this era, the Heitzenauer series.
The car window rolled down, and a young man wearing a tweed jacket, a black round hard hat, and gold-rimmed glasses waved over here: "Phil, Mr. Levi, this way."
The two quickly got into the car and sat in the back seat.
"Phil, how's your training with Mr. Levi going lately?"
Matthew, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked his brother while driving. He moved his hands slightly and stepped on the accelerator gradually.
"It's okay. I've tried my best to learn." Phil scratched his head helplessly. He was really hit by Tifa yesterday.
"Yeah." Matthew didn't ask in detail. He quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Levi, I happen to have a good place for the single-family house you want. It's not dark yet, so you can drive over there and take a look at the details."
"Thank you, Matthew." Kaxiu nodded: "You don't have to be so polite and call me sir. I remember that when we were drinking a few days ago, we all called each other brothers. Calling me sir would be awkward."
"Hahaha, okay. Then... Levi." Matthew laughed.
A black car passed by quickly on the road.
On the other side, Milo was walking towards his home. He had a large schoolbag on his back, but the zipper was not fully zipped up. A pale yellow wooden sword handle was stuck outside the bag through the gap.
During this period, Milo has been practicing boxing with Phil at the Gray Seal Martial Arts School, and has spent less time practicing swordsmanship at the Kendo Club.
For example, today, he had planned not to go to the Gray Seal Martial Arts School for the time being, but he was dragged away by Phil less than an hour after practicing.
In fact, to be honest, Milo is not very interested in boxing. He prefers sword training. It is so cool to have a weapon on you. When facing the enemy, you can draw your sword instantly.
After a few random cuts, he put the sword back into the sheath in a cool manner, and the opponent was defeated and fled.
Thinking of the excitement, Milo couldn't help but raise his right hand and gesture a few times like chopping melons and vegetables. Unfortunately, although he liked the Kendo Club very much, the chips Phil gave were too tempting.
No boy can resist a complete set of Captain Hong Li comics, and if possible, add a limited edition!
Milo, the "knife lover", was easily bribed. After all, this set of comics was not just for him to read. If the boys in the class knew about it, they would definitely rush to buy it. Milo could already imagine his high status in the class in a few days.
He will also have more than twenty "sons".
"Hehe." Milo couldn't help but laugh a few times.
It is now around 6:30 in the afternoon. The sun can no longer be found in the dusk sky, only some afterglow of the sunset.
Milo walked along the gray and white streets toward Bello Street.
Suddenly, he stopped with his backpack in hand. Two ruffian-looking young men walked out of the dim alley ahead, one with dyed yellow hair and the other with a non-mainstream nose ring.
The three of them looked at each other, and Milo immediately realized that something was wrong.
He had heard in school before that there were some uneducated hooligans near Edelweiss Middle School who often blackmailed students and extorted money. If you didn't pay or didn't have money, you would be beaten.
Milo is penniless now...
He swallowed, turned around and ran away immediately.
"You, where are you going?"
Suddenly, a gangster figure blocked his way. The man was wearing a blue jacket and had metal chains on his shoulders.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and was puffing smoke.
Milo froze in place. There were three men on the other side, a man in a blue jacket, a man with blond hair, and a man with a nose ring, blocking the road.
"What are you waiting for? Pay the money."
The three men approached step by step, and the one in the blue jacket pulled out a folding knife from his pocket and twirled it in his hand.
"I..." Milo weighed his schoolbag: "I don't have any money."
"No money? Then you'll get a beating according to the old rules!" The man with the nose ring twisted his neck and walked over with a contemptuous smile on his face.
"Shit!" Milo cursed inwardly, and suddenly remembered the wooden sword in his backpack. This was the sword of the Kendo Club, not like the bamboo sword. The bamboo sword was a fitness equipment for sports, used for practice and competition, and had less lethality. The wooden sword was different, it was a prop in Kendo and swordsmanship. If someone was hit by a wooden sword, it would cause a fracture at the least, and if the position was not right, it would kill the person at the worst, and it had actual lethality.
With my kendo skills that I have practiced for so long, I could probably take care of the three thugs in just a few moves. This thought suddenly occurred to Milo, and he spun and pulled out his backpack.
A wooden sword about 120 centimeters long was unsheathed.
"You, and you're still a kendo student!"
The yellow-haired man rushed over and kicked him. Milo swung his long sword with both hands to chop at him, but the wooden sword was kicked away with a snap.
"What a bullshit sword art, bah."
The wooden sword fell to the ground, and the three men immediately rushed forward to beat Milo. And because Milo dared to resist, they hit him harder. They kept punching and kicking him.
Milo instinctively protected his vitals, and felt a dull pain in several places on his body. It was not until two fists were blocked by his forearms that Milo suddenly realized that he seemed to have used the defensive vitals skills that Kaxiu taught him without realizing it.
"I don't have my wooden sword anymore, but I still have my fists!"
Milo's mind suddenly became clear, and he rushed forward, squeezing through the gap between the three people and getting out.
Then he lowered his feet, shrank his shoulders, turned around and punched the yellow-haired man directly in the chest.
"Ah." The yellow-haired man groaned, feeling stuffy in his chest.
"Damn it! You dare to resist! You are such a rebellion!"
Blue Jacket rushed over, holding an open folding knife in his right hand, the tip of the knife gleaming in the sun.
He became furious and stabbed without caring about the consequences.
"Knife!" Milo's eyes widened suddenly. Although he was afraid deep down, he quickly remembered Professor Kashu's actions.
He immediately twisted his feet and dodged sideways. Then he swung his right hand over like a piece of armor and hit the opponent's wrist with a snap. The folding knife was directly knocked out and fell to the ground with a clang.
This time, Milo vaguely used the burst technique.
It is a very simple and crude speed burst technique.
I didn’t expect it to be so effective!
A boy of this age has a lot of Chuunibyou, and Milo immediately got excited. He roared and rushed over.
He hit the three thugs madly with a few bangs.
If Kaxiu saw this, he would just keep shaking his head. Milo was just hitting randomly, only occasionally adding one or two fighting moves in the random punches. If he was against an opponent with a little fighting skills, he would definitely be defeated in an instant.
However, Milo's opponents were just a few adolescent hooligans. They were not even gang members, but the lowest level of losers who could only extort students. They were even worse than Milo.
Without their folding knives, the three men were beaten to a pulp.
Milo's roaring and shouting, his fists waving like a mad dog, and the occasional sharp fighting move or two.
He actually intimidated the three thugs and beat them up so badly that they ran away screaming.
Milo even chased him for more than a hundred meters while fighting.
It was not until a few thugs came into the alley that Milo retreated back for fear of being harmed and picked up the black backpack on the ground.
He breathed heavily in excitement, holding a wooden sword in his left hand and a bruised fist in his right hand. A surge of electricity he had never experienced before suddenly rushed from his coccyx to his brain.
He shivered in the street with excitement.
Milo felt like he was just like Captain Hong Li just now.
There is a villain in every group, and one enemy is killed with one kick.
It feels so good to punch you in the flesh!
The feeling of punching the enemy's face, the dull sound of kicking the opponent's body, is much more exciting than the sparring between the two sides in the kendo class, with two wooden swords crackling back and forth!
He looked down at the long wooden sword, then turned his head to look at his red fists, and something seemed to dawn on him.
"Is the sword so inconvenient?"
"From today on, I will learn boxing well!"