My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

Kitahara Hideji gazed at Fukuzawa Fuyumi, but he could only see her bright eyes through the gaps in her face mask. He still couldn’t figure out what he had done to offend this petite girl. It seemed to be related to their entrance exam scores, but he wasn’t the only one who scored well. Even if she wanted trouble, she shouldn’t have targeted him first.

However, in the face of the challenge, he didn’t argue that he had never been involved in kendo before. Currently, he was more of a bookish person and even had trouble killing a chicken. He simply stood up slowly and met Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s gaze.

His childhood experiences taught him that in the face of unwarranted provocation, one should never respond with weakness. If you allow others to take advantage of your kindness, it will only lead to endless trouble. In such situations, it is better to take a stand and fight back, even if it means taking a beating. Bite the opponent back and increase the cost of their enjoyment!

Moreover, he didn’t like being targeted by others, even if the person was a girl… He was getting a bit angry.

If Fukuzawa Fuyumi continued to provoke, he would fight back even if he couldn’t win!

He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Shima Rei, who was beside him, stood up even faster and angrily questioned, “With your skills, you can win without using a thrust. Why would you use such a dangerous technique?”

His eyes even became slightly red, which caught Fukuzawa Fuyumi off guard for a moment. But she quickly showed her defiance and said, “Then why did he use an upper-level stance? Those who insult others should be insulted in return. He brought this upon himself! And what’s wrong with a thrust? I’ve endured countless thrusts since I was young. Is thrusting not allowed in kendo rules? Is it his fault that he’s weak? How can he have such confidence while being so weak? I have only two words for him—serve him right!”

Her little mouth rattled off like a machine gun, leaving Shima Rei at a loss for words. He clenched his fists in anger and said, “Fine, fine! Serves him right? Ah… serves him right? Then I’ll fight you!”

Fukuzawa Fuyumi refused, as she wasn’t an unreasonable person. Shima Rei hadn’t offended her, so she disdainfully said, “I’m not interested in fighting you, little rookie… If Kitahara-san doesn’t dare, then forget it. Bullying the weak isn’t my style.”

She was quite righteous in her words, but they sounded like an insult to Shima Rei. His face, and even his neck, turned red. He turned around, ready to go to the changing room to change his clothes and put on protective gear. However, at that moment, Taisho Hori, who had finished inspecting Uchida Yuma, suddenly erupted, “Enough! This is a kendo dojo, where we uphold courtesy with our swords. It’s not a place for you to settle personal grievances.”

He wasn’t stupid either and could sense that Fukuzawa Fuyumi and these three individuals were not getting along. The so-called tests and practice matches were just excuses for this group of people to engage in legitimate brawls.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi didn’t want to confront the senior student directly and fell silent. Shima Rei was still quite angry and called out, “But…”

“What’s going on here?” a loud shout came from the entrance. “Why aren’t you practicing? Just finished losing, and you don’t even know the meaning of shame and redemption? Wasn’t losing miserably in the last prefectural tournament enough?”

Several club members who had gathered to watch the commotion scattered and went back to their own practice. Shima Rei’s face instantly turned pale, and he turned around, saying, “Sister… you… you’re back!”

“At school, call me Senpai. In the club, call me the captain!” Shima Rei’s sister strode into the dojo. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail with a white ribbon and walked with a lively bounce. She had a spirited and vigorous appearance, with facial features that closely resembled Shima Rei’s—slender eyebrows, phoenix-like eyes, thin red lips shimmering with a moist sheen. However, while Shima Rei’s facial features seemed somewhat gentle, she exuded a strong masculine aura. Her skin tone was slightly darker than Shima Rei’s, radiating a vibrant and healthy complexion.

She walked briskly over, glanced around at everyone, then grabbed Uchida Yuma, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, pulled him up, took a quick look, and casually let him go, saying, “It’s not a serious injury, he’s fine!” She then turned her cold gaze toward Taisho Hori.

Taisho Hori, who had displayed a senpai-like demeanor earlier, now had his tail between his legs. He quickly went over and whispered in her ear, summarizing what had happened.

Shima Rei’s sister immediately shifted her gaze to Fukuzawa Fuyumi, who had already removed her face mask and calmly looked up at her. The two locked eyes for a moment, and Shima Rei’s sister’s expression gradually turned into admiration. She spoke softly, “Have you endured a lot of hardships?”

Fukuzawa Fuyumi, being short and having shorter arms, and limited strength due to her body weight, must have put in more effort and sweat than an average person to achieve her current level of skill.

As Shima Rei’s sister extended a friendly gesture, Fukuzawa Fuyumi bowed her head and said, “That is precisely the purpose of practicing swordsmanship—to train the body and cultivate the spirit! Senpai, I do not consider it a hardship!”

“Great!” Shima Rei’s sister applauded and returned the bow. “I’m Shima Kanae, the captain of the Kendo Club and a third-year student. Please take care of me in the future!”

“I’m Fukuzawa Fuyumi, a first-year student. I look forward to your guidance, Captain!”

Shima Kanae waved her hand, signaling for everyone to follow her to the office. As they walked, she asked, “No need to be formal! Fukuzawa, did you learn swordsmanship outside of this dojo?”

Fukuzawa Fuyumi replied from behind, “Yes, it’s a family tradition.”

“Ancient Swordsmanship?”

“Yes, it’s the Ono Ittō-ryū style.”

“Ono Ittō-ryū? Emphasizing practical combat, not bad… Last year, I followed the junior high competitions closely, but I haven’t heard your name. Did you not participate in competitions during junior high?”

“No, Senpai.” Fukuzawa Fuyumi wasn’t a reckless type. She understood the ways of survival in school and was extremely polite and obedient in front of her Senpai, answering all questions.

“Why did you change your mind in high school, then?”

“I want to get into Nagoya University. I saw on a TV college guide that Nagoya University tends to favor students with experience in the Kendo Club. They believe that students who have achieved in the Kendo Club possess strong self-confidence, a fighting spirit, and are actively driven. At the same time, they can handle greater pressure and not easily break down in competition. So, I plan to join the Kendo Club to enrich my student resume.” Fukuzawa Fuyumi spoke frankly and openly, which seemed to earn her more appreciation from Shima Kanae.

As the two girls in front continued their conversation while walking, Fukuzawa Fuyumi found a moment to turn her head and smirk, secretly making a face. This instantly turned Shima Rei’s face pale, while Uchida Yuma, being supported by someone, hung his head in defeat, and Kitahara Hideji remained silent. It was clear that those with skill were more likely to earn respect, as it was the same everywhere.

Shima Rei’s voice filled with anger as he exclaimed, “Sister!”

Shima Kanae turned around and glared at him, displeased. “I told you to call me Senpai at school. Do you have no ears?” With that, she turned back and continued her conversation with Fukuzawa Fuyumi.

Shima Rei’s face turned pale, and after a moment of silence, he said, “Kitahara-kun, Yuma, let’s go. We won’t join the Kendo Club.”

Uchida Yuma was surprised. “But we can’t just leave. If we go now, your sister will definitely come after you. Oh, no… now that she’s in the same school as us, she’s still our Senpai. She might give us a hard time…”

Shima Rei was at a loss for words.

Kitahara Hideji gently patted his shoulder and comforted him. “Holding grudges never solves anything, Shima-kun!” He felt that this slight cold treatment and indifference were far less significant than the disdain he had experienced before. He didn’t really care.

“But this kind of disrespect…”

“It’s not even close to disrespect, at most it’s just underestimation!” Kitahara Hideji smiled as he looked at Fukuzawa Fuyumi, the little radish head. His plan was to spend three years at Private Fukuda Academy, then aim for a top-ranked university in Asia, even Harvard, MIT, Stanford, or something similar. He wanted to acquire real skills, expand his network, and then return to Japan. So, encountering Fukuzawa Fuyumi, who was filled with hostility, was inevitable. Despite not being in the same class, they would still have some courses together, like tennis, kendo, swimming, and home economics, where they had a good chance of running into each other.

He had seen the schedule, and many of these non-mandatory courses arranged by the Ministry of Education required a sufficient number of students. For example, in soccer, there were 30 students in Class B, divided equally between boys and girls. But how could they practice with only 15 students? They couldn’t have mixed-gender matches, right? There were also courses that required professional coaches, and it would be impossible for one coach to handle each class. Therefore, most of these types of courses were large classes.

There was no way to avoid her, so he would have to face her head-on. Moreover…

Kitahara Hideji recalled Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s fierce roar, like a little tiger, and her lightning-fast and explosive assault. It was quite impressive. Almost no man didn’t desire strength, and he was no exception. Having strength was essential in life, and violence played an important role at every stage. Those who dared to fight had the confidence to speak up!

Perhaps it would be useful to learn some fighting skills. They might come in handy in the future.