I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 141 Reminiscing about the past

This answer made Fujii Shu laugh and cry. After finally getting rid of it, the last contestant of Kanto No. 1 High School, General Hiroi, appeared.

"Boy, I'm not one of those ordinary kendo practitioners. I'm straight-hearted Kage-ryu. Please forgive me, Hiroi Seyuki."

Hiroi announced his name angrily and pointed his sword at Fujii Tree. His target was Waseda's general Togumo Imamura, and he wanted to cut off this past grudge with his own hands.

"Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu, don't let everyone pass it on, Fujii Shu."

Fujii said his name seriously, his posture lowered, and he held the sword behind his back. The two of them looked at each other and waved their swords separately.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Hiroi, the third senior brother who had always been a fan of Kage-ryu, really managed to make a few moves with Fujii Shu. On the surface, he was not at a disadvantage and blocked his opponent's attacks one by one.

What did this kid eat to grow up? His physique is only average to that of a normal person, how come he is so strong!

If it weren't for Naoshikage Ryu's special physical strength, Hiroi wouldn't have been able to block Fujii's slashes so easily. He finally understood why Ueno-sensei's performance was so miserable. This kind of strange power does not rely on will.

Can resist it.

Regardless of whether you are a flying sword style or another style, I will defeat you and complete my revenge.

Hiroi clenched the hilt of his sword, his heart burning like a raging fire. He couldn't swallow the breath that Imamura Togumo had ruined his future as a swordsman.

Turning the key to start the car, the moment the lights came on, a black shadow flashed in front of the car.

Hiroi looked up at the ceiling of the kendo hall. There was only blazing white light, and suddenly a figure broke into his sight and stretched out his hand towards him.

After the victory, everyone in the Waseda Kendo Club dispersed. Fujii noticed that Togumo Imamura had brought two nylon knives. While he was thinking about it, his thoughts were interrupted by Reikichi Ichikawa.

Fujii turned his sword around and planned to use his ultimate move to defeat the enemy in front of him. With the experience of almost causing internal bleeding last time, he would only use 30% of his strength this time.

"Look, you who have practiced swordsmanship for more than 20 years are no match for me, a rookie who has only practiced for four years. This is the difference between humans and monsters. In terms of talent, physique, and superpowers, monsters can all crush humans.

"

On the field, Hiroi shouted with red eyes and slashed with his sword. Fujii came in behind and slashed through a ray of cold light with a reverse one-monji slash, hitting Hiroi's legs hard. Then the sword moved upward and hit the target.

His chin knocked the tight neck helmet away, and he fell to the ground.

He shook his head, wondering if Fujii's last blow had been too hard, causing a visual afterimage.

"The attack is effective, Waseda's army scores one point."

It's time to end.

Fujii turned his neck and held the sword in one hand at the lower part. The two slowly approached each other until the sword tips touched. Then they lifted up at the same time like lightning and touched in the middle. Fujii slid around and turned the sword.

, slashed across Guangjing's throat.

You came just in time, I didn't expect you to dare to come here on your own.

“I don’t plan to be human anymore!”

"Want to chat? Senior Brother Guangjing."

"Although the backhand sword move is rare, it is still found in the ancient style sword sect. This Fujii player may be using some kind of ancient style secret technique."

In the underground parking lot of the kendo gym, the security guard in charge of the surveillance got up and slapped the white monitor screen. It was working fine just now, but why was it all broken all of a sudden?

Fujii Shu and Ichikawa Reikichi walked away and left here.

"The last round of the last round's one-hit kill with the backhand sword skill has appeared. Player Fujii needs to take it seriously."

"Let's make the train together. I'll also move to an apartment near where Fujii-san lives, so we can take the train together in the future."

"The scroll summoned the powerful Taixu, and he taught me the opportunity. How can humans compare to monsters, so I..." Imamura Toyun smiled proudly and swung his sword to kill.

Hiroi, who raised his sword to block, flew out and hit the load-bearing pillar of the underground garage with a muffled sound.

As soon as Hiroi opened the door and got out of the car, he looked at Togumo Imamura, whom he hadn't seen for three years. The guy's appearance had not changed much. He was wearing dark blue casual clothes. He held two nylon knives used for competition in his hand and threw one over.

"Ugh!"

Imamura Togumo raised his right hand and showed it to Hiroi for a closer look. A sinister wound visible to the naked eye was twisting and turning, with bursts of black smoke coming out from it. It was simply incredible.

"What was the purpose of you taking that scroll? Was it just to frame me? I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?"

"Oh, okay, let's go out to eat tonight?"

The referee's speech made Hiroi inexplicably irritable. He threw away the obviously bent nylon sword in his hand and walked to the sidelines to replace it with a spare sword of the same specifications.

Is there a blind swordsman like Zatoichi in history? Don’t listen to the wind and it will be the rain!

Otake Toshinori was complaining in his heart, but on the surface he was still very kind and nodded seriously in reply.

"You played well. You should be at the seventh-dan level. Let's take a test later."

But Imamura Dongyun responded with a smile that had a profound meaning.

——

"Everyone, please pay attention to safety when you go back. See you at school tomorrow."

Did it fail? My revenge, I don’t even have the ability to see my enemy. It’s really ridiculous.

Hiroi stayed quietly in his Honda Civic for a long time before dissipating the negative emotions in his heart. He had to go home to spend time with his wife and daughter in the evening, and he didn't want to go back with his emotions.

"I guess, Senior Brother Guangjing, you must really want to compete with me in order to avenge the frame-up. I understand you, little brother, and I will send you to your door to ask for advice."

"Thank you. I will practice hard and fight again next year."

Imamura Togumo completely took off his disguise, with a crazy smile on his face. Hiroi, who had just struggled to get up, was knocked to the ground with another sword. With a body seven or eight times that of an ordinary person, any technique is useless.

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Hiroi, who was struck by the sword in the chest, let out a groan. His sword was slowed down a beat, but Fujii dodged it and hit the ground, causing the nylon steel-hard-core sword to bend and deform, permanently damaging it.

A voice sounded from the side of the driver's license window. Hiroi turned his head and saw Imamura Togumo's smiling face appearing outside the car door.

"According to arguments on the Internet, Fujii used a sword move that imitated the legendary swordsman Zatoichi of Edo, which is known as the reverse Ichimonji swordsmanship. What do you think, Otake-sensei?"

Fujii Shu pulled Hiroi up from the ground and hugged the frustrated man to comfort him. As a winner, he has a generous spirit.

The anger in Hiroi's heart ignited again. It couldn't be solved during the game, so it might as well be off the field. There weren't so many rules and regulations, and he could completely compete with each other and avenge the previous humiliation.

In fact, Toshinori Otake agreed to appear on TV only after being repeatedly invited by senior government officials, and because he wanted to revitalize ancient swordsmanship from the bottom of his heart. At the age of over 70 this year, he is already unable to do what he wants. The contestants of his Katori Shinto-ryu are three of his

As a disciple, Katori Shinto Ryu is headquartered in Chiba Prefecture, and the competition area is not as involved as Tokyo, so I have time to participate in the program.

This time, Fujii's 30% strength also made Hiroi uncomfortable. He took off his helmet on the spot and coughed several times. It was obviously extremely painful.

Dragon flying flash!

Fujii bent his knees, ejected, and slashed from bottom to top, rushing in front of Hiroi in the blink of an eye, while Hiroi used offense as defense, and dropped his sword at the same time.

Shaking his hands that were numb from the shock, Hiroi looked at Fujii's tree again. His eyes were still unshakable. Hiroi took a deep breath and started to move down.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Hiroi, who was obviously more than ten years older than Fujii, turned around and saluted Fujii with respect, but when he turned to look at the bored Imamura Togumo on the contestants' bench, his eyes were still sharp.

Before the fight, Hiroi wanted to know the reason for the theft of the scroll. Imamura Toyun destroyed the beautifully decorated ancient scroll and threw it into Hiroi's bedroom. Hiroi thought about it for three years but couldn't figure it out. Could this be a human being? Are you evil in nature and do evil for the sake of doing evil?

"That thing? I also want to thank you, Senior Brother Guangjing. This fate is all due to you."

Imamura Toyun took a few steps back, posing as a threat to hide his sword, dragging the sword behind him with the tip of the sword pointed at the ground.

In the live TV room of Fuji Channel, the host Nobuo Yasuda said seriously to the invited innocent Shinto Shinto-style ninth-dan swordsman Ohtake Toshinori.

"The attack is effective, Waseda's army scores one point."

As a kendo instructor, Imamura Toun said to everyone.

Is it an illusion? It's impossible for humans to move at this speed, right?

A cold declaration rang in Hiroi's ears. He raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and glared at the referee who he thought was troublesome.

Breathing calmly, Hiroi regained all his energy and raised his sword in the eight-phase posture to attack more flexibly and proactively.

"You monster!"

Hiroi gritted his teeth and rushed forward, swiping his sword with all his strength. A small cut was made on Imamura Togumo's cheek. It turned out that the nylon knife in Hiroi's hand had broken, and it was the steel chip in the middle that injured him.

It is better to be a monster than a human being who can be bullied.

Imamura Togumo stared at Hiroi coldly. The nylon knife in his hand penetrated Hiroi's abdomen, and bursts of black smoke from his right hand temporarily covered the blade.

(End of chapter)