I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 146 Support (please vote for the third update)

The day after the game, the doorbell rang at the apartment Ichikawa Reikichi rented near Fujii Tree.

"Wait a mininute."

Ichikawa Reikichi, who was playing PS3 in the living room, threw down the controller and opened the door with bare feet. The apartment he rented was much more upscale than Fujii's. After all, he was the future heir of Ichikawa-ryu, and Ichikawa Ryuhei, who had a rich family, would not be stingy.

his living expenses.

After opening the door, the person standing there was the uncle Ichikawa Ryozo whom he least expected to see. He appeared outside the door with a souvenir in his hand and a normal expression.

"I'm here to remind you that you know what to do in the game the day after tomorrow."

Ichikawa Ryozo came to visit alone. His kendo genius son Ichikawa Takayuki was defeated by Fujii Itsuki last time. Apart from the competition, he has been practicing his sword skills day and night in order to avenge his shame in the next fight.

"What do you mean I know what to do? Uncle, you have to make it clear."

Ichikawa Reikichi leaned in front of the door, not intending to let this annoying guy enter the house, pretending to be dumbfounded.

"You boy, the future of Ichikawa-ryu lies in the competition the day after tomorrow. If you can advance to the fifth or sixth round, you can hope to participate in the national competition and revitalize our Ichikawa-ryu. Don't you understand this?"

Ryozo Ichikawa gave an exasperated explanation. He thought Ichikawa Riyoshi had this realization, but he only focused on his own limelight and forgot about Ichikawa Ryu's great future.

Ichikawa Ryozo believed that he was a sincere persuasion. Despicable people always feel good about themselves and do not feel that they are evil at all. When he and Ichikawa Ryuhei split up and opened a branch in Sendai, Ichikawa Ryuhei was soft-hearted and allowed him to take away half of the assets.

Part of it was working capital, and what was left for Ichikawa Takahei and Ichikawa Riyoshi's team were real estate that was difficult to sell. Unexpectedly, they had a stable income from real estate and they were getting better and better, but Ichikawa Ryozo's team was slightly depressed.

Ichikawa Ryo broke his guard and slapped the door that Ichikawa Reiyoshi had closed after he finished speaking. Inside the room, Ichikawa Reiyoshi picked up the PS3 controller in the living room again and ignored it no matter how noisy it was outside.

——

At the end of the day's announcement event, Maeda Atsuko dragged her exhausted body and lay down on the sofa. The 23-year-old girl graduated from an idol group two years ago and retired from the idol group, and changed her career to become an actress. On today's show, she got a surprising glimpse.

Someone who passed by appeared in my mind again.

There was a black shadow moving towards him in the shadows. Ichikawa Takashi subconsciously swung his sword, and a cold light flashed, illuminating Ichikawa Takahei's calm face.

The sharp sword was firmly clamped. If you look closely, you will see that a pair of fleshy palms sandwich the blade. Its owner is none other than Ichikawa Ryuhei who suddenly appeared.

Therefore, Ichikawa Reikichi didn't have the slightest fondness for this uncle, so he simply stopped pretending and directly spoke out.

A silver light suddenly appeared, and deep in the dark night, Ichikawa Ryuhei's low voice sounded.

"Do you live in the port area? The area where you live is full of rich people! Are you a girl from a wealthy family?"

"We don't need it for the time being. The members are still noble. Are you friends from around Tokyo? I see that your website address is from Minato City."

"The crowd is going to be full again now. Isn't the group leader going to use the sealed old groups?"

"Welcome to our tree support group, don't pay attention to the people upstairs."

Fujii tree.

Ichikawa Takayuki disagreed with Ichikawa Ryuhei's point of view and maintained his original attitude. Ichikawa Ryuhei removed his palms and retreated into the darkness.

"Hi! Yes, please give me your advice." Maeda Atsuko quickly replied to the message. Her purpose of joining the group was to get to know Fujii Shu better through these fans.

After chatting for a while, Maeda Atsuko suddenly became interested in watching Fujii's game live. She put down her phone hesitantly, looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and thought silently.

——

In the pitch darkness, a figure pulled out a sword, slashed it quickly, then sheathed the sword, repeating this action, like a robot inputting cyclic instructions.

With a sneer, Ichikawa Reikichi told the truth. Ichikawa Ryozo and his genius son Ichikawa Takayuki, one is a seventh-dan and the other is a six-dan, together are not enough to cut down the Fujii tree. Only the father has a certain chance of winning. By using these outside tricks,

What's the use?

"I'm not asking you to give in, I just want to know in advance Fujiiki's sword moves and weaknesses. You train with him regularly, so you should know something about it, right?"

"Asshole! Open the door for me. I will teach you a lesson on your father's behalf."

Maeda Atsuko responded modestly. In fact, she bought her current high-end seaside apartment with all the money. After being a top idol for so many years and an actress for two years, she is still worth hundreds of millions of yen. For a Chinese artist

, currency units can be converted seamlessly.

"Did you know? Swordsmen are generally divided into two types. The former live for the sword, and the latter die chasing the sword." Ichikawa Ryuhei explained, "But he is a different kind of person, a unique person."

"Qiang!"

Ichikawa Ryuhei asked how someone could not think of comparing himself to that kind of monster. As early as the hundred-man battle at the Sumiyoshi Society, the rough swordsman Fujii was able to defeat a hundred with one. Recently, he has been paying attention to Fujii's performance.

It can be said that the only opponent for Fujii, whose swordsmanship is vaguely at the level of a great swordsman, should be the one who came out at the turn of the millennium fourteen years ago and swept the entire island country's ancient sword sect. Other than that, he can't think of anyone else.

Who can match it.

"You want to defeat him?"

Gone?

Only a faint light could be seen in the darkness, Takayuki Ichikawa thought uncertainly.

Ichikawa Ryuhei, an eighth-level swordsman in the ancient style of swordsmanship, had swordsmanship at the standard level of a swordsman during the Warring States Period, but he was still pessimistic. It was just his reputation as a swordsman that made him still choose to draw his sword to face the enemy.

Seeing his nephew Takayuki Ichikawa respond with a fixed gaze, he sighed softly. Compared to his younger brother Ichikawa Ryozo, who was extremely utilitarian, Takayuki was indeed a pure swordsman. He was just born at the wrong time, and sooner or later he would achieve something great in thirty years.

.

"Thank you, but I'm usually very busy. It depends on the situation whether I can go." After thinking about it, Maeda Atsuko didn't refuse directly.

"I earn money from work and rent my house. I am not considered rich."

Want to go take a look? There seems to be no announcement the day after tomorrow.

She took out her mobile phone and searched for the name, and a lot of news with pictures popped up, all reporting on his sports events in high school. The handsome young man in the picture couldn't help but make people fascinated.

Drawing the sword, slashing it, and sheathing it, Ichikawa Takayuki kept repeating this process. The day after tomorrow, he would face Fujii Shu again. He must win this time and prove his strength.

"New couple's explosive photos."

A sharp-eyed group of friends recognized the value of Maeda Atsuko's coordinates. Although it was only blurry to the street, the place where Maeda Atsuko lived was indeed a wealthy area that ordinary office workers could not even imagine.

"Not enough! I'm not fast enough! How did that guy do it?"

After logging into the commonly used chat software, she could actually search for a fan group with 3,000 people. This was already the maximum number of people in the group. Seeing that there were still a few vacancies, she applied to join by mistake, using her online name.

"I will not be deterred. This is not a life-or-death challenge. If you don't have this level of courage and confidence, what's the use of practicing swordsmanship?"

"In our current era, there are two rising stars, and everything will be covered by their brilliance. In the game the day after tomorrow, I can only do my best to obey fate and live up to what I have learned throughout my life."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what Fujii-san's weakness is. He also learned the flying sword style he uses. Is there anything else? I'm going to rest."

Takayuki Ichikawa, who had been beaten by Fujii, was muttering to himself in the dark. In the dead of night, he was still practicing hard at Ichikawa Dojo. Everyone only saw his genius side, but did not pay attention to his hard work. What did they think?

It was all gifted to him.

"That's good. If you are free, you can come and support Fujii-kun for the game the day after tomorrow. The ticket is only a few hundred yen, which is very cheap."

"Haha, it's useless to come to me if you want to cheat. I won't let you offend. And even if you do, you and your cousin are no match for Fujii Shu. If you want to win, it depends on my dad. How can he keep his old man like this these days?

If I serve you well, I might even be able to help you win."

"Then use a real sword to hone your perception. Fujii's sword swing is extremely fast and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. You can only dodge by relying on your instinctive sense of crisis."

"Hi! Please give me some advice!"

Ichikawa Takayuki's slightly excited answer, the light of swords and shadows filled every corner of the dark space.

Please give me a monthly ticket for the third update. If the effect is good, there will be more updates in the future.

(End of chapter)