I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 139 Togumo Imamura

At that time, Imamura Togumo was a thin new student. It is said that he was always bullied at work, so he decided to come to the dojo to practice.

But other students in the dojo also began to bully the bully Toun Imamura, who had a baby face that was popular with women and had no strength to protect himself.

Hiroi saw this, but did not directly stop him. He knew that doing so would make those students target Imamura Toguro even more secretly, so he took the initiative to personally teach Imamura Togumo's sword skills.

"Drink, ha."

The thick wooden stick weighing eight or nine kilograms was as steady as a mountain in the hands of the five-big and three-thick Hiroi, and the sound of exhalation from his mouth was also subtle. After he fully demonstrated the process of Suzhen, he handed the wooden stick to Envy with one hand.

Togumo Imamura.

"I, I can't swing it, so let's forget it."

At this time, Imamura Togumo was not yet abnormal, his personality was still very timid, and his body was not even comparable to that of ordinary people of his age.

"Hold on, everything is made from scratch. Swing the bat five hundred times a day, and use the breathing method I teach you. Your physique will soon become stronger. This is the secret of our Zhishin Kage-ryu. Ordinary students will follow this throughout their lives.

Intangible."

Hiroi forced the wooden stick into it, and he made an exception by teaching the Ah Mo breathing technique that can only be learned by true disciples. Judging from Imamura Togumo's honest appearance, he probably wouldn't reveal it. He also explained the stakes in advance.

"Huh...ha!"

Not long after, the scroll under the warehouse was stolen. As the person who kept the only key, Hiroi was the most suspicious. Everyone found the broken scroll in his bedroom, and the original writing on it became blurred.

Nowadays, the support group is no longer active. It has dropped from tens of thousands at its peak to less than 2,000 now. Several of them disappear every day. I really don’t know how long they can last.

"Tomorrow is the second round of the competition. Companions from Tokyo and the Kanto region can come to this kendo gym. The standard fee is 600 yen per person. For those in the front row, it ranges from 2,000 yen to 3,000 yen. Everyone does what they can, and everyone comes to the scene

It’s good to be supportive, and bring your friends who can’t come with your thoughts and cheers for Fujii-kun!”

"Waseda University's pioneer Ichikawa Rikichi defeated two players in a row, and was defeated by Tokyo Medical University's general Akita. The next person on the stage was the Japanese soldier Fujii. The famous audience was the same Fujii who was the champion every year in one event.

.”

At the peak of popularity, there were still more than 20 fan groups of the same size. However, since Fujii no longer participated in public events, fans have lost their followers one after another. Those who can still persist to this day are considered to be die-hard true fans.

Yes, his combat power far exceeds that of ordinary fans.

Fujii-kun, it seems that he has never reported on practicing kendo. Is it okay to fight against these people who have been practicing since childhood?

He even took out his keys to show to his friend, but he didn't notice the longing in Imamura Toyun's eyes.

She downloaded the video source from the official website of Kendo, used the editing skills she learned when she was the leader of a cheer group, and cut out a two-minute short video, paired with pop music, to support her only 2,000 people.

In the fan group.

After the arduous training, Imamura Toun suddenly became interested in the private rumors about Naoshin Kageryu and asked Hiroi.

"Come on, practice a few more times and you'll be like me."

"There is a scroll, but the legend is probably false. It was probably just a trick that the leader of the stream at that time directed and performed in order to gild the Zhishin Kage stream. The things were placed in a secret passage under the warehouse. The key is here."

Imamura Togumo, please take this opportunity to put an end to our relationship!

Hiroi clenched his fists and woke up from his memories, his hatred for Imamura Toguro deepening.

——

The No. 13 red jersey was framed under a glass frame, and under the orange lights specially lit for it, Sasakura Mana, the leader of Fujii's cheering team, wiped the dust off it again.

Two years, but it feels like a century.

Sakura Mana's eyes were shining, and the scene of taking off her helmet to communicate with the director of internal medicine after the game was also completely recorded and screened by Fuji TV.

A familiar name came from the TV, and Sasakura Mana hurriedly ran to the TV. The figure wrapped in a helmet and breastplate on the screen was the same as in her memory.

Mana Sakura didn't know anything about kendo, and her knowledge of football and baseball was gained after she fell in love with someone. She looked nervously at Fujii, who came on the court, and saluted and distanced herself from her opponent.

I haven’t seen Fujii in nearly a year. Fujii is a little taller than I remembered, probably almost 1.8 meters tall. His appearance is still pleasing to the eye, and his picturesque face has a cold temperament, neither distant nor close.

There is a feeling of being left behind.

"That way there will be a lot of pure beauty fans mixed in. Once the heat is over, the fans will have to fall off again. I don't want to get along with those locusts. I've had enough."

She stared intently, and saw Fujii Shu holding the sword in his backhand, bursting out with astonishing speed in an instant. The distance between the two people went from seven steps to close, only a few tenths of a second passed, and when Fujii Shu stood still

By the time he was in shape, his opponent had already covered his lower abdomen where the sword had hit him, and walked out of the field. He was bowing his head and bending over in extremely uncomfortable condition, and was surrounded by a large group of doctors in white coats to check the injury.

After being the leader of the cheer group for almost two years, Saakura Mana has become very proficient in organizing the process. She typed a long list of words and even included a cheering emoticon at the end.

"The Johnny franchise has faded away. Now is our era, Ashu. It would be great if he could participate in the movie."

"No, this is something I have never seen before. Fujii-kun is on TV again!!!"

After watching this program, Sasakura Mana checked online and found out that the competition Fujii participated in was the recently officially promoted National Kendo Competition. This year is the first year of the restructuring. The level of attention is higher than ever before, and the national champion is even more important.

With a reward of 100 million yen, in the past, only a gold-plated silver medal would be awarded.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Captain, for still paying attention to our Ashu. With his good looks and profile, ah! I'm going to die!"

"I heard that our previous stream leaders of the Direct Heart Shadow Stream had contact with a mysterious man in a white mask who had great power, and left a scroll that could summon that man. Is it true?"

Until one day, Imamura Toyun suddenly asked him a question.

Hiroi stared at Toun Imamura in the crowd with disappointment. Apart from the current stream leader and him, only Toun Imamura knew this secret. The person who could do this, no need to think too much, was the guy he had taken care of for a long time.

.

"Yes, yes, Fujii-kun's beauty should not be tarnished by the entertainment industry. Just appreciate it quietly."

The first time Imamura Togumo tried to swing the bat, it fell to the ground. Apparently he couldn't control the strength well and couldn't bear the weight of the wooden bat.

She sighed, the TV was still playing in the living room, and suddenly a name caught her attention.

"Really? Let me see."

Hiroi and Togumo Imamura also became good friends who talked about everything.

"Awesome! Fujii-kun has never practiced kendo, but can he still defeat his opponent with one move?"

"Did the group leader re-edit the old material again?"

"Thank you, leader, we will definitely come tomorrow."

Hiroi encouraged him. Day after day, although Imamura Togumo's body was not strong, his perseverance was far beyond ordinary people. After a year of training, he successfully passed the fifth degree of Kendo. In the new generation of Naishin Kageryu,

It is also considered to be at the forefront.

After the short video was released, the topic in the group immediately changed from what is delicious in Kyoto to the right one. The support group, which had been in the doldrums for a whole year, exploded. Ninety-five percent of Fujii's fans were women, which is quite an exaggeration.

Otherwise, Shirakawa, the president of Anip Animation under Sony, would not have suggested developing his career as an artist that day.

Why? Just a useless scroll with Chinese characters? Why are you trying to frame me?

Until now, Hiroi still can't figure this out. He only knows that Togumo Imamura also left Naishin Kageryu not long ago, and his strength improved rapidly. A year and a half later, he obtained the seventh-dan kendo certificate and entered the Kendo Club of Waseda University as an instructor.

, but his future is much brighter than that of his high school physical education teacher.

Hiroi shook his head and smiled. He had seen that scroll before. It was made of ordinary brocade, nothing fancy, and was used for show.

For the thousandth time, the group started to argue about whether Fujii Shu should enter the entertainment industry. Saakura Mana, who was just a simple and ordinary Tokyo social worker, sighed. She didn't have such lofty ideals, as long as she could watch from a distance.

That beautiful young man would be satisfied if he shined on the court.

Tomorrow, we have to fight again!

She turned around and looked at the No. 13 jersey on the wall with a determined expression.

Because, support is also a battle.

(End of chapter)