“This is made of genuine bamboo, so it’s quite heavy actually. It’s about fifty grams heavier than the ones made from carbon.” “Ah, uh huh. That... is merely what I felt... but when it comes to comparison...” Kazuto suddenly plundered the bottle from Suguha’s hands and then quickly drank all the remaining water. “Ah...” Suguha’s face began to redden without even thinking about it. She pouted her lips and said unhappily. “W-What are you trying to compare with?” Kazuto put the empty bottle on the porch and then stood up without answering. “Hey, want to try sparring with me?” Dumbfounded, Suguha looked straight at Kazuto’s face. “As in... a match?” “Yes.” Kazuto nodded as if it was natural, even though he didn’t have any interest in kendo. “What about protectors...?” “Hmmm, it’s probably okay if we don’t wear them... but it would be bad if Suguha got injured. I think grandfather’s protectors are still around, so let’s go to the dojo.” “Oooh.”