All Beautiful Girls Want to Stick with Me

”As for the social aspect, one of its core principles is cultivating respect for others and valuing etiquette. Kendo begins with courtesy and ends with courtesy. Its rituals and discipline serve as a real and meaningful character-building experience for practitioners.”

”And the other two social qualities are developing adaptability in society and fostering a proper attitude towards health and safety,” Kotomi added.

Kisara paused as she was putting on her uniform, momentarily surprised. She hadn’t expected Kotomi to remember these points so clearly.

”Not bad! I didn’t think you’d be able to recall that. Having a conceptual understanding of kendo will be a great help in your future practice.” Kisara praised her with a satisfied nod.

She then demonstrated each step of putting on the kendo uniform, hakama, and protective gear. Kotomi’s eyes were completely glued to the process.

Mainly because Kisara’s figure was… really impressive—cough, cough! No, no, it was because of her deep curiosity about kendo that she was so focused! That’s why she carefully observed every detail, committing everything to memory.

In fact, after just one demonstration, Kotomi had memorized the entire process. Whether it was because of her heightened concentration at that moment or her naturally good memory, even she wasn’t sure.

After finishing the explanation and how to check if the gear was properly worn, Kisara removed her own uniform and protective gear, then handed them to Kotomi.

”Once you officially join the kendo club, every member receives two custom-fitted kendo uniforms and a bamboo sword. Since you’re not a club member yet—and the uniforms are tailored—we don’t have any extras for you.”

”But… I think our body sizes are about the same, so just wear mine for now!”

Kisara declared confidently.

However, the moment her gaze landed on Kotomi’s chest, she couldn’t help but falter, suddenly feeling a pang of self-doubt. Her voice, initially assertive, grew noticeably weaker.

Kotomi, oblivious to Kisara’s moment of hesitation, simply nodded and took the uniform with both hands before starting to remove her school uniform piece by piece.

Even though they were both girls, Kisara suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of ”I shouldn’t be looking!” Her face flushed as she pretended to avert her gaze—yet in reality, her eyes kept sneaking glances at Kotomi through her peripheral vision.

I can die happy now. Kisara thought to herself.

Even after taking off her stockings, Izumi-senpai’s legs are still absolutely stunning...

The indigo-colored kendo uniform and hakama were made of soft cotton, comfortable to wear. And since they belonged to Kisara, as Kotomi put them on, she could faintly catch the gentle scent lingering on the fabric—fresh and pleasant, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

The only uncomfortable part was—

”Ugh—! It’s so tight around my chest! Are you sure this size fits me?”

Kotomi took a deep breath and struggled to put on the kendo uniform properly. She held her breath so hard that her face turned red. By the time she finally managed to wear it, beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, as if she had just run a full 1000 meters instead of simply changing clothes.

Even after all that effort, the uniform still felt way too tight.

Seeing this, Kisara’s face stiffened, as if a thousand arrows had pierced her heart.

Tch, what’s so great about having a bigger chest? Look at her now—she can’t even fit into my uniform properly! Kisara grumbled inwardly, unwilling to admit defeat.

Despite being a bit clumsy with some movements, Kotomi still managed to put on the kendo uniform, hakama, and protective gear with relative ease. She then stood in front of the full-length mirror, meticulously adjusting her attire and checking whether everything was properly worn—each step executed with surprising precision.

She’s actually pretty talented…

Kisara, unaware of just how focused Kotomi had been earlier, thought she had simply watched the demonstration once and mastered it instantly. This only solidified Kisara’s belief that Kotomi was a natural talent. She silently praised herself for making the right choice in inviting Kotomi to the kendo club—she might have truly found a hidden gem!

It had been years since Kotomi last wore kendo training gear, so as she took her first steps, she wobbled slightly. Kisara had expected this and instinctively reached out to steady her.