I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 92 Simulated War

"Free attribute points; 1.20."

After solving the two ghosts in the studio, some of the light spots when they were separated were absorbed by Fujii Shu. When he returned home and opened the cheat panel, Fujii Shu's eyes stayed on the simulated battle options.

Simulated battle: Consume one point of free attributes to greatly improve skill proficiency in the virtual trial.

Want to give it a try?

His kendo skills have only reached the LV1/28% level now. If he wants to improve himself quickly, this is the only quick way.

Lying on the single bed in his bedroom, he reached out and clicked on the simulated battle option. A list of all his skills popped up, and he chose Kendo.

My vision went dark, I could only hear the rustle of the wind, and the golden finger's prompt came.

"Consume one point of free attributes to start a hundred bamboo forest encounters. The physical strength of the opponent's miscellaneous soldiers is two and a half times that of ordinary people, and their command is four times that of ordinary people."

When he opened his eyes, Fujii was in a green bamboo forest filled with white mist. He was dressed in a kimono with a katana sword on his waist, and he was dressed exactly like a ronin in a Warring States movie.

In the mist ahead, a male swordsman wearing a bamboo hat stepped out, holding a grass stem in his mouth, stepping lightly on his bamboo clogs, and the distance was already seven steps away.

Without saying too much, the swordsman quickly drew his sword and slashed the three-foot-long tachi head-on.

Fujii turned sideways to avoid the slash. The next second, the swordsman changed his move to a diagonal slash and struck him on his left arm. The blade sank into his flesh, and the pain became stronger and stronger.

Didn't you say any lines?

The injured Fujii rolled back a few meters and pulled out a Katsuki knife with one hand. The blood in his left hand continued to flow and soon stained his sleeves. It dripped from his smooth forearm and dripped onto the ground covered with dead leaves.

After adjusting his breathing, the swordsman held the sword in both hands and assumed an eight-phase posture, that is, holding the sword vertically on the left side of his face, and approached again step by step.

Fujii only had LV1 swordsmanship skills, which obviously couldn't help him much. The swordsman opposite him was at least LV2, and his attacks were very decisive, and he must have killed many opponents.

You can only rely on your physical strength to fight!

After thinking briefly, Fujii took the initiative to step forward, holding the sword in his right hand. The swordsman struck him with a cassock chop. He blocked the blow with his horizontal sword and kicked out, sending the swordsman flying several meters away.

, fell to the ground.

The swordsman on the ground struggled to get up, and Fujii's sword came flying towards him. His movement slowed down a beat, and the two people's bodies were intertwined. The swordsman's head fell from his neck and rolled several times in the pile of dead leaves.

His eyes widened with eyes wide open.

It's not too difficult to get it done, right?

Fujii took a deep breath and just relaxed, when two more swordsmen who were identical as clones walked out of the mist.

Damn it, please show some martial ethics! Two are fighting one, right?

After complaining, the two swordsmen approached quickly, one on the left and one on the right, and drew their swords and stabbed at the same time. Fujii's sword hit the swordsman on the left, and they both died and took away one of them.

After being struck by a sword, his consciousness went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the bamboo forest again. A swordsman walked out of the mist, and the reward prompt after the end of the game rang in his ears.

"If the trial fails, the sword skill proficiency will increase by 1%."

Try to kill him without getting hurt, otherwise the next level will be difficult.

After having a trial experience, Fujii Shu raised his sword and pointed it directly at the swordsman, and he had a clear understanding in his heart.

With a physique 4.5 times that of a normal human being, he quickly killed a single swordsman without taking any damage without underestimating his opponent. The next wave of two swordsmen soon appeared in the mist.

Not only did these two people fight in groups without any sense of martial ethics, but they also cooperated extremely closely. One on the left and one on the right, Fujii took a sword and always killed one, only to be stabbed to death by the other. They failed more than a dozen times in a row.

Opening his eyes again, Fujii Shu stared at the sword of a single swordsman, killed him, picked it up and held it in his left hand.

If you can't deal with them with one sword, try dual-wielding them.

He was not sure whether this would be effective, so he faced the next wave of trials with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a live doctor.

The white mist surged, and two swordsmen appeared in bamboo sandals. Fujii, who was in the dual-sword style, took the initiative to greet them for the first time.

The right hand stabbed with the sword, and the left hand blocked with the sword. When they met each other, one of the two swordsmen fell to the ground, while the other took a few steps back and assumed a defensive posture in the middle.

It really works, now it's stable.

For the first time, Fujiiki killed the swordsman in the second level without any injuries. If there was only one opponent left, he could easily win.

Holding both swords, he slashed at the remaining swordsman. The swordsman blocked the attack, but the power was far greater than his slash, making him stiff for a moment.

The sword in his left hand stabbed straight through, and the swordsman's throat was pierced as he was unable to regain his breath. A section of the blade was exposed, and blood spilled like a fountain.

"Plop!"

Withdrawing the tachi cleanly and bringing down the swordsman, Fujii looked a little proud, but it didn't last long before the silhouettes of four figures appeared in the mist.

Haven't arrived at Tonglingguan yet?

He looked at the four swordsmen. The difficulty of this attack was not as simple as multiplying the number by two. The swordsmen who were proficient in combined attack skills would definitely increase the intensity for him.

"Ding! One hundred trial opportunities have been used and completed, and the best result is the third level."

"Kendo: LV2/63%."

It wasn't until the next morning that a hundred bamboo forest encounters ended. If it hadn't been for the virtual trial, Fujii's body would have been riddled with holes. He opened his eyes in bed and saw the familiar ceiling with chandeliers still emitting light.

There was a faint glow, and it was already early morning outside.

I’ve tried the dual-sword style, and I’ve been able to advance to the third level of the one-sword style, but it still can’t handle four swordsmen fighting at the same time.

He raised his upper body and sighed. After a night of training, he was not tired at all. It was really amazing.

Classes still have to be attended day after day. Unlike Suhara, who has already joined FC Tokyo, Fujii has about half a year left in his high school career.

After going downstairs and sitting at the dining table, Uncle Tianhai, who was wearing a Cardcaptor Sakura apron, served a breakfast of toast, fried eggs, and a piece of bacon.

I'd better ask Minister Ichikawa for advice. After all, they are all teachers.

He decided to pay attention, cleared the breakfast on the table, picked up his schoolbag on his shoulder, and rushed out of the house.

"Wait a minute, you haven't drunk the milk yet?"

Uncle Tianhai shouted from behind, Fujii Shu waved his hand, got on his bicycle, and drove into the street where the morning light came.

"Fujii-san, homework."

As soon as he sat down in the classroom, class monitor Chika Akiyama came over to urge him to do his homework. Fujii opened his shoulder bag and handed in two test papers. For him who was at the peak of his intelligence, whether it was ordinary homework or the deviation value after the exam, it was nothing more.

Simple and difficult little things.

"Today is the day to fill in the letter of intent for further studies. Please fill it in carefully. No matter which university you want to go to, the school will contact the students' favorite university in advance before the central examination in January next year. As long as you can pass the score, you can participate

The second exam will be taken and a comprehensive score will be used to decide whether to advance to higher school."

At the beginning of class, Mr. Miyagi asked Chika Akiyama to hand out paper forms. The students who had good things to do raised their hands and said.

"Teacher, what should I do if I want to go to junior college?"

"Are you stupid?" someone complained.

"Stop trembling."

The classmates in the classroom burst into laughter. I went to Hachioji High School, which has a very high deviation value, and I had never heard of many people going to junior colleges (equivalent to domestic junior colleges). This was obviously causing trouble.

Students bent down to fill out the form that everyone had. Most of them already had their favorite university in mind, but Fujii was too slow to put pen to paper. Although his grades were good enough to go to Tokyo University.

Thinking about it again and again, he remembered that a great man he admired in his previous life also studied at a university in Tokyo. Although the gap between this university and Tokyo University was obvious, there was a gap between the first and the twelfth.

In my life, I don’t need academic qualifications to prove myself, so just choose it.

He neatly wrote five characters in Chinese characters. He didn't fill in the second and third choices. It was a sure thing. Even if he was a scumbag, he could rely on a high school football champion and a Koshien champion to use sports.

As a special admissions student, you can enter any university in the island country, even the Ivy League schools in the United States.

Azusa Hase in the back seat pursed her lips and made no intention of peeking at Fujii. Instead, she took a deep breath and filled in the name of an unfamiliar university.

Rin Kamiya, sitting next to her, actually wrote down Tokyo University as her first choice. Her grades were good enough, and with her family background and long-term connections with special government units, she was able to get into a prestigious school like Tokyo University with zero points. She was a so-called privileged class.

That's the kind of person she's talking about.

Fujii Shu, he should also choose Tokyo University, right? And this follower will probably follow suit.

Turning the gel pen in his hand, Rin Kamiya looked at Fujii, who was sitting next to him. He was sitting at his desk, staring at the sparrows on the cherry blossom tree outside the window. It was already the end of September, the cherry blossoms were gone, and there were only ovals on the tree.

The shaped leaves sway in the wind, and one or two leaves fall from time to time, slowly falling into the soil.

The boy's profile is in the best stage of his life. His skin is as clear as white jade and slightly red. The outline of his chin is like a shallow strip carefully drawn by an artist, soft and graceful. Under the high bridge of his nose, his lips are pursed.

The angle is just right, and even the unobvious Adam's apple on the neck can tug at people's emotions.

Only such a perfect individual can meet the standards of my significant other. Other men are too bad.

Rin Kamiya was a little touched when she thought that even if measured by Fujii's golden finger, her own charm would not be lower than 1.8, not much worse than Fujii's.

Fujii-san, did you fill it in wrong?

After collecting the application forms from all the students, Teacher Miyagi was stunned. She thought that a student like Fujii, a genius with excellent academic and sports skills, should choose Tokyo University.

After class, she called Fujii Shu alone to the teacher's office. When she transferred to another school, the office was full of teachers. At this time, only a middle-aged bald math teacher was left.

Teacher Miyagi took out another volunteer form and handed it over, but Fujii didn't take it.

"Fujii-san, did you fill out your application form incorrectly?"

Teacher Miyagi did not give up, but asked.

"Waseda University, did you make a mistake?"

Fujii responded in confusion, wouldn't it be okay to write the name of the university in Chinese characters?

"With your grades, there are definitely better choices. You can choose from prestigious universities like Tokyo University or Kyoto University."

Teacher Miyagi tried to persuade me sincerely that this is a critical multiple-choice question in life, and you can't answer it wrong just because you can't think about it for a while.

So this is ah?

Fujii immediately understood what Mr. Miyagi was thinking and replied with a smile.

"Teacher, I don't want to get involved with elite students across the country anymore. School is a place for teaching and educating people. I think Waseda University is pretty good."

"Well, as a teacher, I can only provide you with advice, but it's still a bit of a pity."

Teacher Miyagi finally compromised and put away the form. After Fujii Shu left, he sent a text message to Principal Sakura. God knows why Principal Ichisuke pays special attention to Fujii Shu, a student.

In a high-end and luxurious wine shop, Principal Sakura, who was having a social gathering, got up, said goodbye to the guests, walked to the Japanese garden outside, and took out her mobile phone.

Why? Choose a university that is not in the top ten?

Principal Sakura read the text message and looked unwilling. In fact, it was okay for Fujii not to choose Tokyo University. The island country also had world-class universities like Kyoto University to choose from. Fujii, who had won the high school national competition championship and the Koshien championship, was already a

Well-known high school students across the country will naturally enter prestigious schools, and if they make a lot of publicity, next year's enrollment will definitely be more and better than in previous years. In the current era of declining birthrate, this is a powerful medicine.

Is it not good to enter Dongda honestly, or even I can directly arrange admission through special recruitment without examination, and then graduate and enter a big company such as a bank to become a winner in life?

Holding the phone tightly, Principal Sakura's face darkened. He had decided to fill out today's volunteer form, and he didn't expect such a mistake.

Mr. Fujii, I can only revise your idea. This is related to the future of the school.

After graduating from Tokyo University, he looked down on President Sakura of Waseda University from the bottom of his heart. He made up his mind to completely correct Fujii's wrong outlook on life. Being a good person is the only choice for elites like them.

——

After school, Fujii Shu, Kamiya Rin, and Hase Azusa came to the kendo club. Director Ichikawa Reiyoshi was also instructing the club members today. There is still half a year before graduation, so they must train the next batch of main members.

"Group fighting skills?"

Fujii took the initiative to approach him, and after explaining his purpose, Ichikawa Reikichi was obviously a little hesitant. It wasn't that he didn't know how to answer, but that this involved the essence of his ancestral Ichikawa Itto-ryu.

Even if he tries it out just once, he can't possibly learn it, right?

Ichikawa Reikichi looked at the expectant Fujii and decided to give it a try, otherwise Rin Kamiya next to him would start taunting him again. The man's face could not be lost.

"You, you, you and him, put on your protective gear and attack me together."

Four high school sophomore members were named. Their level was probably around the second or third level of kendo, and they were already the strongest group of high school sophomore members.

"Fujii-san, please watch my steps. If you want to defeat many with one, how you move is the key."

Ichikawa Reikichi kindly pointed out the key points in advance so that Fujii would not be able to figure things out. If he could conquer him through his performance and let him join his family's Ichikawa Gym, his father would also be happy, right?

(End of chapter)