My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

Fukuzawa Fuyumi listened to Kitahara Hideji’s confident laughter and suddenly awakened to a realization – she couldn’t be afraid; fear would be a true defeat!

However, as she looked at Kitahara Hideji’s approaching figure, she felt overwhelmed by his imposing aura, as if her own defeat was already sealed, and there was no escape!

But she refused to accept it; she absolutely did not want to lose!

She roared loudly, like an angry little tiger shot in the butt with an arrow, expelling the darkness in her heart with all her might. Facing Kitahara Hideji’s strikes, she retaliated with her own slashing attack. Kitahara Hideji agilely danced around her, attacking and retreating swiftly, but without actually closing in on her. His targets were her Shinai.

Each of Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s strikes was deflected by Kitahara Hideji, leaving her frustrated and feeling like she could vomit blood. Kitahara Hideji changed his footwork from the grounded stance earlier to various jumps, leaping forward with a strike, and then using the reaction force from the blocked attack to propel himself backward. His movements were incredibly nimble.

As Fukuzawa Fuyumi swung her sword horizontally again, Kitahara Hideji deflected it to the side. However, this time he was using only one hand, and he couldn’t regain control of his Shinai. Fukuzawa Fuyumi was about to take advantage of the situation and counter-attack when Kitahara Hideji suddenly closed the distance. He quickly closed in and delivered a punch to her face through the opening in her mask, causing her to stagger back several steps.

Before Fukuzawa Fuyumi could recover from the punch, Kitahara Hideji’s strike came again. She could only desperately parry it to the side, trying to find an opportunity to rush behind him. However, Kitahara Hideji executed a diagonal jump and kicked her in the butt, sending her tumbling to the ground.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi swung her Shinai haphazardly to prevent Kitahara Hideji from pursuing her. She struggled to get back on her feet, but her mind was in turmoil, and her breathing became rapid. Gasping for air, she could only watch Kitahara Hideji with anger and helplessness in her heart, her mind full of uncertainty: Is it Kuruma-nari-ryū? No, it’s not right, is it Taisha-ryu?

Fukuzawa Fuyumi swung her Shinai randomly to prevent Kitahara Hideji from pursuing her. She struggled to get back on her feet, feeling her heart in disarray and her breaths becoming more rapid. Gasping for air, she could only look at Kitahara Hideji with a mix of anger and helplessness, her mind filled with confusion: Was he using Kuruma-nari-ryū? No, perhaps it’s Taisha-ryu?

Kuruma-nari-ryū was an eccentric school that didn’t aim to kill the opponent right away; instead, they focused on destroying the enemy’s weapon before attacking them. It originated from dueling Sword Technique and was once deeply hated. (Swords are so expensive.)

Taisha-ryū was even more peculiar. Although it claimed to be a Sword Technique school, its movements were like a monkey, jumping around, and frequently resorting to punches and kicks. It had more Taijutsu techniques than Sword Technique techniques, making it seem like a Taijutsu school. Yet, they wielded swords in their hands and ultimately relied on the sword to kill their opponents after disorienting them with their unarmed strikes.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi couldn’t comprehend it all and shouted angrily, “What the heck are you!?”

The spectators outside the arena were also bewildered. The scene no longer resembled a practice match. Why were they resorting to punches and kicks? Were these two really fighting each other? What happened to being club comrades? Where was the demonstration of the charm of Sword Technique?

The temporary referees from class AC wanted to stop the “practice match” from continuing, but Uchida Yuma saw Kitahara Hideji’s fierce display and that he had gained an absolute advantage. He was delighted and had no intention of stopping the match. In fact, he did his best to obstruct Fukuzawa Fuyumi and create opportunities for Kitahara Hideji to pummel her.

If it weren’t for the eighty-plus classmates watching, Uchida Yuma might have even joined in, grabbing a Shinai to assist Kitahara Hideji in beating up Fukuzawa Fuyumi. His moral integrity had always been in the negative range, and he had no psychological burden about being an accomplice.

Kitahara Hideji ignored Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s words and made a small jump forward, delivering another fierce strike, filled with killing intent.

In that split second, Fukuzawa Fuyumi couldn’t find the courage to draw her sword. Missing the opportunity, she could only resort to holding the Shinai with both hands above her head, forming the “Tori-i no Kamae” – named after the shape of the torii gates at Shinto shrines. This was supposed to counter the incoming strike from above, and then she should have followed up with a horizontal slash. In Ancient Swordsmanship, every attack was for the purpose of further attacking, even defense was for the purpose of attacking. However, her attacking spirit had been completely worn down by the continuous failures, and her body was somewhat stiff and out of control. She retreated a step while maintaining the “Tori-i no Kamae” stance and couldn’t execute the horizontal slash.

Kitahara Hideji had no compassion, nor did he care about how other girls perceived him. He continued to advance, attacking relentlessly. His movements were swift and powerful, leaving Fukuzawa Fuyumi no room to catch her breath or counterattack. He aimed to defeat her completely, leaving no chance for her to resist. The intensity of the battle only increased, and the spectators watched with bated breath, wondering about the outcome of this fierce encounter.

The storm of consecutive strikes from Kitahara Hideji became increasingly heavy and faster. In the end, he had Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s Shinai pressed against her own head. Fukuzawa Fuyumi, who was petite with short arms, felt helpless. Once she lost her attacking spirit and dared not approach Kitahara Hideji, she was at his mercy, but she had a bottom line—she absolutely refused to admit defeat. Despite being beaten so badly, she gritted her teeth and persisted, her eyes turning red.

As Kitahara Hideji’s powerful strike was about to land once again, Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s arms were already sore and numb. She could no longer maintain the “Tori-i no Kamae,” and her Shinai hit her own faceguard. Kitahara Hideji showed no mercy and his eyes narrowed. For the first time, he shouted angrily, “Die!”

His Shinai retracted and thrust forward with tremendous force, piercing Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s faceguard and sending her rolling away. Finally, she lay face down on the floor, motionless.

She had lost…

Fukuzawa Fuyumi lay there, not moving, her small hands clenched into fists, palms throbbing with pain. She fought back the tears, but they still welled up in her eyes. She didn’t even dare to look at Kitahara Hideji’s smug expression… he must be feeling triumphant again! That pretty boy, that jerk, he won again!

In her anguish, she suddenly felt a weight on her back. Surprised, she looked up and saw Kitahara Hideji’s foot stepping on her back, preventing her from raising up and counterattacking. He was slowly raising his Shinai, and she couldn’t help but fearfully ask, “What, what are you doing?”

Kitahara Hideji stepped on her lower back, like stepping on a little turtle, preventing her from standing up to retaliate. He smiled and said, “I won the duel, so of course, I have to finish it properly… What’s wrong? Do you have any objections?”

Tears flowed like a spring from Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s eyes, not out of fear, but out of unwillingness. She angrily shouted, “You dare! Just wait… just wait… I won’t spare you!”

Kitahara Hideji looked down at the motionless Fukuzawa Fuyumi through the gap in her faceguard and lightly laughed. “Fukuzawa-san, I have always believed in treating others kindly, but I’m not without temper. I abide by the principle of not attacking others unless they attack me. If someone crosses me, I’ll return twice the retaliation! Before you go looking for trouble with others, think carefully about whether you might end up in a situation like this. No one in this world is afraid of anyone else, and this isn’t your home. No one will indulge you. Consider this as my advice! This strike is also a lesson for you. Remember to stay away from me in the future. If you dare to provoke me again, it won’t be this easy next time!”

After Kitahara Hideji’s cold remark, he swiftly swung his Shinai like a bolt of lightning, heavily striking Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s head, effectively “beheading” her and completing the final step of the duel.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s vision went black, and she was left dazed by the impact. The entire venue fell into a hushed silence, with many girls clutching their chests in fear. Kitahara Hideji’s previous posture had been filled with murderous intent, as if he truly held a sharp blade about to sever Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s head.

Uchida Yuma was the first to react, raising the red flag and waving it overhead, shouting, “Victory for the red team, Kitahara Kita!” Unfortunately, nobody paid him any attention as almost everyone was still in shock.

Kitahara Hideji made a slight bow towards the onlookers, offering an apology and a gesture of respect. Surprisingly, most of the spectators stood up to return the gesture, but they appeared somewhat hesitant and awkward after doing so.

After a moment, discussions broke out, and the spectators started speculating on the enmity and grievances between Fukuzawa Fuyumi and Kitahara Hideji. Some even fantasized about complicated love-hate relationships between them. It was possible that by the next day, there would be eighteen different versions of the story, with five possible secret love children thrown into the mix. However, nobody dared to speak too loudly as Kitahara Hideji, who was now walking off the stage, seemed somewhat fearsome.

Shima Rei hurriedly approached Kitahara Hideji, helping him remove the protective gear, his expression somewhat peculiar. “Kitahara-kun, I didn’t know you were this skilled.”

Kitahara Hideji glanced at him and knew what he was thinking—probably that he had hidden his past experience in Sword Technique. But it was difficult to explain, so he spoke sincerely, “Rei, whether you believe it or not, I really only practiced for less than three weeks…” He expressed his gratitude to Shima Rei, “I owe this victory to you for lending me books and equipment. I am very thankful for your support, Rei.”

Hearing his sincere words, Shima Rei’s expression relaxed a bit, and blushing, he mumbled, “No need to thank me, Kitahara-kun. You won this victory through your own strength. I am ashamed to take credit for it. Maybe I was overthinking things. I’m sorry, Kitahara-kun. I have always believed that there are geniuses in this world, and you must be one of those talented individuals!”

Kitahara Hideji shook his head, indicating that Rei’s words weren’t accurate. He had simply taken advantage of his newfound skills; otherwise, it would have taken him much longer to defeat Fukuzawa Fuyumi. Without the skills imprinted in his mind and the assistance they provided in adjusting his posture, he might have already practiced to the point of exhaustion.

However, Kitahara Hideji didn’t feel ashamed at all. Why should he act foolish just because he had an advantage? Was it necessary for naturally smart people to pretend to be dumb to be considered fair? In his previous life, he had faced so many hardships, while others could study comfortably. He even had to drink tap water in the middle of the night to ease his hunger, worrying about how to pay for tuition. Now, he had gained a slight advantage through his skills, and suddenly it was deemed unfair? Why didn’t anyone demand fairness for him in his previous life? Life shouldn’t be filled with double standards!

He was practical and believed in using whatever advantages he had. He didn’t shy away from praising himself when appropriate because that was his nature.

Shima Rei thought he was being modest and gazed at him with even more warmth, but then changed the subject, “By the way, Kitahara-kun, is it okay to treat Fukuzawa-san like this?”

Kitahara Hideji understood the question well and smiled, “She provoked me first, and it was a fair duel. I don’t see anything wrong with it… She was deliberately looking for trouble. If I had lost, do you think she would have spared me?”

Knowing Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s personality, if she had won, she would probably have kicked him a few times to feel satisfied.

Shima Rei nodded in agreement, “You’re right!” He then turned his attention to Fukuzawa Fuyumi, his heart softening with concern. However, when he looked over, he couldn’t find her anywhere. At that moment, a resentful and angry voice rang out from the entrance of the dojo, “Kitahara Hideji, you jerk, wait for me! You’re now my lifelong enemy! I will never forgive you! You pathetic jerk! Just wait for me! Just wait…”

Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s hair was a mess, tear streaks marked her petite face, and she swung her face mask in extreme anger. Her eyes were red with determination as she shouted a few more times before wiping her tears and storming out the door—she couldn’t bear to stay here any longer.

The recently returned kendo instructor was nearly knocked over by her rush, rubbing his head, and looking at Fukuzawa Fuyumi fleeing with bare feet, he asked curiously, “What happened? Didn’t you guys have a practice match?”

The students from the ABC classes remained silent. What else was there to compare after one person’s “head” had been chopped off?