Kazuto’s protective headgear. Bashiin! A high-pitched clang resounded throughout the dojo. Kazuto continued to stagger backwards for a few steps before he finally stopped. “A-are you okay, Onii-chan!?” Suguha frantically asked. Kazuto lightly waved his left hand to show that he was fine. “...Ah, I lost. Sugu sure is strong; Heathcliff doesn’t compare against you at all.” “...Are you really alright...?” “Yeah. Match finished.” After saying that, Kazuto took several steps back and then made a few even stranger movements. He flourished the shinai in his right hand left and right, then held it to his back and made a “hyuhyun” sound. After that, he straightened his back and scratched his head beyond the mask with his left hand, which made a crunching sound. All of this made Suguha really worried. “Ah, your head was hit, so...” “N-no!! It’s just an old habit...” After they bowed to each other, Kazuto sat down in a formal posture and began to untie the laces on his protectors. The two of them left the dojo together, went to the washroom, and rinsed the sweat off their faces. She originally intended to just play