I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 79 Hute

On August 25th, Hachioji High School faced off against Kanazunong High School.

This is the final of Koshien. Hachioji High School and Kanazuno High School defeated their opponents all the way and finally met in the final.

Fujii stood still. After five consecutive games, he led Hachioji High School to defeat his opponents. The process was actually very boring, just throwing balls that the batters couldn't hit. But today, his opponent was not boring anymore.

"Akita Prefecture's Kanazuno High School is a dark horse known as the Weed Legion. Although Hachioji High School is also participating in the Koshien team for the first time, it has an ace pitcher like Fujii Shu and can enter the finals.

Expected."

The TV commentator analyzed the situation for the audience behind the camera. Fujii Shu, who was on the pitcher's mound, began to adjust his posture in the face of Kanazunao's bat.

"Bang!"

The first ball went straight into Shuji Kobayashi's gloves. His expression was frozen. He had been spending a lot of time with people from Kinzu Nong in the hotel these days, and he didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face it.

Fujii still made nine pitches like an invincible, and efficiently took away the first three hits of Kanazunong. However, when Hachioji High School's offensive line attack, there was no gain.

The round soon came to the seventh inning. Hachioji High School led the opponent by 3 points. Kanazunong's line began to fight back, but the counterattack was useless. Fujii Shu continued to throw high-speed straight balls like a robot, and occasionally

Changing the ball path, until the end of the game, the score still stayed at 3-0.

"The winner of this year's Koshien Competition is Hachioji High School. They defeated the dark horse Kinzuno High School by 3 points."

The on-field commentator announced the result, and reporters swarmed up and surrounded Fujii. Now he didn't want to sneak away like he did at the end of the football match.

"Fujii-kun, I heard that Kashima Antlers Club said that their football contract is still valid and that the signing fee of 200 million is still valid, won't you consider it?"

"FC Tokyo has also spoken out. Their number 13 has been vacant for you."

Unable to escape, Fujii had no choice but to answer these people head-on. He thought of a famous football star whose lines he could borrow.

"At this time of year, I'm on the fence about whether to play professional sports. Maybe people are tired of it, but I really haven't made a decision yet."

"I'm not sure I'm really ready. You know, professional sports are not high school competitions. I need to think calmly whether I should participate."

After sending away the group of reporters, Fujii didn't plan to participate in public sports anymore, at least in the past few years. He was happy when he played football, but baseball brought him only boredom and pain.

I knew it would be better to imitate a certain idol and play basketball, but it was too late to regret it.

The summer is over, and the second semester of the senior year of high school has begun. Koshien is like a shooting star, passing through life briefly. Fujii returns to school, quits the baseball club, and does not join any new clubs.

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On the other side, deep in the middle of the night, a transaction was going on.

After the performing geisha dispersed, two people with ulterior motives began to get down to business.

"Please take a look at it, Nagato Toteru, a sword worn by a swordsman during the Warring States Period."

The middleman of the sale handed the buyer a tachi with a red lacquer scabbard.

"It's a good knife. Can you pull it out and take a look?"

The buyer is a middle-aged man who has made some money in business and wants to find something with historical heritage to enhance his taste.

"Of course, but I heard that the owner of this Kotetsu was once a swordsman who devoted himself to the sword. Be careful that his resentful spirit is also attached to the sword."

The intermediary made a joke. The middle-aged man was obviously more interested. He gently pulled out the Kotetsu sword from its scabbard with one hand. Hundreds of years have not destroyed the sword. It has been as new as time. There is a cold light on the blade, and cloud patterns are walking.

On the spine, the knife was well maintained and he liked it very much.

"How much? Can you give me a price?"

The middle-aged man directly inquired about the price, touched the blade with his fingers, and couldn't put it down.

"Seventy million yen, fixed price. This is an antique from the Warring States Period."

The middleman actually didn't know Kotetsu's origins. He just found the funerary objects when his men were digging the ancient tomb. This was not the first time he had dealt with such things of unknown origin.

"ah."

The blade accidentally cut the middle-aged man's finger, and blood flowed profusely. The middle-aged man did not bandage it immediately, but stood up, lowered his head, and looked at the middleman with cold eyes.

"The morning dew has disappeared like my body, and everything in this world has become a dream within a dream."

He read out a unique sentence inexplicably, held a knife in one hand, and let out a long sigh.

"Why are you reading Toyotomi Hideyoshi's monkey poems? This is not his sword. If it were, I can't afford it for 70 million yen."

The middle-aged man felt a little strange. The middle-aged man's eyes were as cold as ice. He raised the knife and took a few steps forward. The head of a guy who made rude remarks fell to the ground, and his blood was spread all over the wall.

"Insulting Lord Guan Bai's pariah, hum!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be a different person. He dipped his finger in blood, left his signature on the wall, and then walked away.

"The swordsman Nagara is here to kill people, but I hope there will be a swordsman in this world who can fight."

The middle-aged man opened the door and left, addressing the middle-aged man as Nagara Sojie and leaving this message in neat Chinese characters.

"He's a madman."

Policewoman Chisuki Natsumi, who was holding a magnifying glass, carefully looked at the blood-stained Chinese characters on the wall and commented positively.

"This is not an ordinary lunatic. Look at the wounds."

Her senior, Rie Watanabe, carefully looked at the middleman's head that fell on the tatami. The incision was even and smooth, and ordinary people could not injure it like this.

"It's the late Heisei era, is there anyone who still calls himself a swordsman? The murderer must have done this deliberately to interfere with our judgment."

The male detective Yamada Takeshi on the side squatted down, collected the hair on the tatami with tweezers, and complained without raising his head.

"Boom!"

Gen Seiji, a more senior male detective, gave Yamada Takeshi who was working a chestnut and observed the middleman's stubborn head.

"Hey, can you make such a wound?"

He asked Rie Watanabe. This woman's name was very gentle, but she was the exact opposite of violent. She was proficient in kendo and jujitsu. She was like a mountain orangutan in human skin.

"It can't be done. No matter how sharp the knife is, it will be difficult to cut off a human head neatly in actual combat, especially a living person's head."

Rie Watanabe shook her head and answered truthfully. After finishing her answer, she noticed that Minamoto Seiji's tone was somewhat sarcastic, and immediately glared at him.

"The perpetrator must have been more than one person. There was an accomplice who held down the victim's body and then chopped off his head."

Gensei got up angrily, and analyzed his own guess. There were footsteps outside, and the door was pushed open. It was Daigo Yumi, whom he had met once before, Miyagi-sensei's best friend, and a mid-level operative of the Special Operations Department.

"Excuse me, the Special Operations Division is at work. Please leave in an orderly manner."

Daigo Yumi squinted her eyes, showed the action document from the Metropolitan Police Department, and issued an order to expel the guest.

I really can’t keep writing about baseball, so I’ll switch to daily life. After I finish the book, I’ll see if I have time and replace this section of baseball with basketball. If this book hadn’t been recommended, I would have deleted a dozen chapters and rewritten it, and stopped in time.

I'm sorry for everyone, I can't write about baseball, I don't have the ability.

(End of chapter)