Kanagawa Taoist College Students

"Should I call you Miss Honma or should I continue to call you Miss Kawanishi?" Facing the surprised look from Miho Honma, Li Xuehao smiled slightly and directly called her out.

"It seems that I have underestimated you." Miho Honma was slightly startled, but quickly returned to normal, "Both names are mine, you can call me whatever you like."

"Homma?" Sawai Midori's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this surname. "Who are you, Honma Sword Master?"

"That's my grandfather." Miho Honma admitted naturally, and there was no hint of pride in his words. He looked very ordinary, just like eating and drinking.

"Let's make an appointment." Midori Sawai said suddenly.

"What?" Honma Miho frowned, not understanding what she meant at all.

"Make an appointment and let's spar." Midori Sawai said. Although she said she wanted to spar before, she didn't take it seriously. Now she probably heard that she was the granddaughter of the sword master, so she became interested.

"Oh? Are you serious?" Miho Honma looked at her. Thinking of the inexplicable danger she felt before, she began to get excited. "I have time in the afternoon, what do you think?"

"Okay." Sawai Midori agreed.

"You choose the location." Miho Honma said.

Sawai Midori said without hesitation: "I have wanted to visit the No. 1 Dojo in the World for a long time."

"Yes." Understanding the meaning of her words, Honma Miho nodded, and the location was agreed upon, "Then I'll leave first and look forward to your arrival."

Watching the young and beautiful Miho Honma walk away and disappear in the crowd, Yuko Sawai pulled someone's arm: "Brother Koji, this woman is not a good person at first glance. Don't ask her to be your lover. "

"Did I say that I wanted to find her as my lover?" Li Xuehao glared at her angrily, "If you still want new clothes, don't talk nonsense next time."

"Yeah, yeah." Sawai Yuko covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly to show that she stopped talking nonsense.

Li Xuehao looked at Midori Sawai who was standing aside: "Little Midori, she is just an ordinary person. Are you also interested in challenging her?"

"The granddaughter of the Sword Master is also a disciple of the Sword Master. I really want to give it a try." Midori Sawai said, "Don't worry, I don't know how to use anything other than kendo. That would be meaningless."

Li Xuehao probably understood Midori Sawai's intention simply by simply discussing Taoism with martial arts. The name of Sword Master is probably very attractive to people who practice swordsmanship. Midori Sawai also practices swordsmanship, as a swordsman. An onmyoji, she has no shikigami. She used to use a sword, which was one of the two divine swords inherited from Chiba Shrine - Ghost Sword, but now it has been returned to Chiba Shrine.

Seriously speaking, Midori Sawai, like Chiba Sayuri, is a "double cultivator of magic and martial arts", and his own energy and blood are comparable to Miho Honma. Fiana Suzuki is even worse. Although her energy and blood are not as good. Weak, but if you don't use Onmyoji's methods, you will definitely not be a match for either of them.

After finishing the oden and chowder porridge, Li Xuehao paid and the three of them left Ochanomizu Women's University together.

There's still some time before noon, so it's just right to go shopping and buy some things, and then come back to meet Naomi Fukuoka and the others.

"Brother Koji, can I choose my own clothes?" Sawai Yuko grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked as he walked.

"Yes." Li Xuehao nodded. Of course, her own opinion should be the main one when buying clothes for her.

"So, how much clothes can I buy?" Sawai Yuko asked again, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"1,000 yen." Midori Sawai said next to him.

Sawai Yuko suddenly went crazy, puffed her cheeks and said angrily: "Sister, you can't buy clothes at all with 1,000 yen!"

"You can buy several pieces at the flea market." Midori Sawai said with a relaxed face.

"I'm talking about new clothes!" Sawai Yuko stared at someone pitifully, "Brother Koji, what is my budget?"

"One hundred thousand yen." Li Xuehao knew that Midori Sawai was completely teasing his sister. One hundred thousand yen is only more than 6,000 yuan, which is not much.

"Thank you Koji-nii, I like you so much." Sawai Yuko excitedly grabbed his hand and kissed him hard. One hundred thousand yen can buy several new clothes.

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On the other side, inside the gymnasium of Ochanomizu University.

The eliminated Terao High School group did not leave. They changed into sportswear and watched other schools' games in the corridor behind the stands.

It’s just that the team’s teacher, Coach Furumura, has left. He came here with great interest, thinking that he could win the championship, but who knew that he would have to go home without even making it to the semi-finals. For Coach Furumura, who looks old-fashioned but is actually arrogant. , It’s really unacceptable, and I’m not in the mood to stay and watch the game.

The students of Terao High School were divided into two groups, one group was led by Yotsuya Hayabusa and Fujii Tomomi, while the other group went to other stands.

"Mr. Yotsuya, the score between Tsukuba High School and Tachibana Gakuen High School in Aomori Prefecture is now 2:2. The last one to appear should be Homma Miho." Hayato Yotsuya and his group were watching the Tsukuba High School game. Fujii Tomomi watched. asked the last girl from Tsukuba High School. Because she was wearing a mask, she couldn't see her face, but she could only tell from her figure that she was a girl.

"No, she is not Honma." Yotsuya Hayato, who had fought against Honma Miho, shook his head. He could tell at a glance that the other person was taller than Honma Miho.

"Not Miho Honma? Then who is she? Didn't Miho Honma participate in the competition?" Tomomi Fujii asked with a surprised look on her face.

"Maybe I don't think I need to play on my own. If I don't meet a strong opponent, I probably have to wait until the finals to see her." Hayato Yotsuya guessed Miho Honma's intention. He already understood it during the duel last year. She was a very proud woman who didn't like trouble. She would never do anything she didn't need to do.

"What if we lose the game?" Fujii Tomomi continued to ask. Anyway, if it were her, she would not do that kind of thing.

"She is definitely sure that she will not lose the game." Hayato Yotsuya looked at the two sides that had started the game from a distance and said, "If she loses, she probably won't take it to heart. The national championship has no attraction for her. The imagination is big, what she wants is the excitement of competing against a master."

"Then who is that woman?" Tomomi Fujii curiously pointed at the general representative of Tsukuba High School.

"Miyoko Masaki, it is said that she is already so powerful when she is still a freshman in high school." Hayato Yotsuya said with some emotion. Although he thought he could defeat the opponent easily, he thought that he had already lost, and he still lost to a first-year student. His mouth was full of bitterness when he was in raw hands, "Now the world belongs to the younger generation."

Speaking of which, he was indeed unlucky. He was defeated by a first-year student for two consecutive years. Last year it was Miho Honma, and this year it was another unknown guy.

"Mr. Yotsuya, I believe that this kind of perversion only happens once in a thousand years, not many." Fujii Tomomi can probably understand his depression. In fact, she also has the same distress, because she was also defeated by a first-year student. On hand.

"I will be a college student next year." Hayato Yotsuya shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid my dream of becoming a national champion will never come true in this lifetime."

"Boss Yotsuya, you can win the championship in the university student kendo competition." Fujii Tomomi encouraged.

Hayato Yotsuya couldn't help but smile bitterly: "People in the university are more terrifying, just like last year's champion Rimi Asumi. I watched her whole game. If I face her, I will definitely not be my opponent."

Speaking of Rimi Asumi, Tomei Fujii's eyes suddenly became fanatical: "Asumi-senpai has always been my idol. The university I want to apply for is Tsurumi Giijuku University. I hope to fight side by side with Asumi-senpai one day! "

"I believe you will achieve your dream, Fujii." Hayato Yotsuya patted her shoulder.

Fujii Tomomi blushed a little and was about to say something when suddenly her eyes stared blankly in one direction: "Senior Acheng?"

"What?" Hayato Yotsuya was stunned, and looked in the direction she was looking. When he saw the girl with short short hair and a long braid trailing behind her, his expression was also shocked, "Senior Rimi Asumi?"

"Mr. Yotsuya, it's Acheng-senpai, it's Acheng-senpai..." Fujii Tomomi was very excited. Before Hayato Yotsuya could react, she ran over first.

Yotsuya Hayato hesitated for a moment and then chased after him.

"Acheng-senpai!" Fujii Tomomi ran up to Azumi Rimi, who was watching the game with her hand on the corridor railing, and bowed excitedly and solemnly.

Hearing someone calling her, Rimi Asumi turned her head and looked over. She was stunned for a moment when she saw a strange girl: "You are..." Then she saw Hayato Yotsuya walking behind the girl, and she immediately recognized him. , "Hayato Yotsuya?"

"Hello, Senior Acheng, I am Hayato Yotsuya." Hayato Yotsuya walked up to him and bowed.

"Senior Acheng, I am Fujii Tomomi." Fujii Tomomi on the side was very excited and looked at her eagerly, "Can you sign your name for me?"

"Sign?" Rimi Asumi was stunned. She had never done anything like signing before.

Yotsuya Hayato said: "Yes, Fujii regards you as an idol. Her goal of applying is TKU (Tsurumi University), and she hopes to fight side by side with you."

"That's it." Rimi Asumi looked at Tomomi Fujii, probably not expecting that this would be a fanatical supporter of hers, and said with some embarrassment, "I didn't bring a pen."

"It doesn't matter, I brought it." Fujii Tomomi smiled and took out a pen from her body. I don't know how she brought this thing with her and it came in handy.

Rimi Asumi took her signature pen and asked a little unaccustomedly: "Where are you signing?"

"It's on the clothes." Fujii Tomomi grabbed the hem of her clothes and pulled them in front of her.

Azumi Rimi took off the cap of her pen and was about to start writing: "What to write?"

"Just write it and give it to my lovely junior Fujii Tomomi, and then just write your name." Fujii Tomomi said with a look of anticipation.

Rimi Asumi wrote accordingly and returned the signature pen to her.

"Thank you, Senior Acheng, you will definitely win the national championship again this year." Fujii Tomomi looked at the signature on the hem of her dress with excitement. She had decided to treasure this dress and would never wear it in the future.

"Thank you for your kind words." Rimi Asumi also expressed her gratitude. The kendo competition for college students will not start until October, which is still more than two months away.

"Senior, did you come here specifically to watch the game?" Fujii Tomomi asked curiously. She had never thought about such a thing as Acheng-senpai coming here.

"Yes, I came to watch a friend's game." Asumi Rimi said.

"Is your friend, senior, also a high school student participating in the competition?" Fujii Tomomi became even more curious. Even Hayato Yotsuya, who couldn't speak, was also curious and wanted to know who his friend was who was the champion of last year's national college student kendo competition. .

"Well..." Rimi Acheng nodded, hesitating to tell the two of them that her "friend" was the one who defeated them before. A voice came from not far away, "Senior Acheng, see you again." It’s your turn…Oh, Yotsuya is here too?”

The artificial-sounding voice attracted the three of them, and they saw a tall man walking over. He looked like he was in his thirties, but he called the young Rimi Asumi-senpai, which showed his actual age. It's much smaller than it looks.

"Shibata!" Hayato Yotsuya couldn't help but frown when he saw the other man. This man was the ace of Senbongi International High School in Osaka Prefecture, Yuki Shibata.

"Haha, what are you talking about? Can I listen?" Shibata Yukishi grinned, completely ignoring the gloomy expressions of several people.

"Shibata, is your game over?" Yotsuya Hayato asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it just ended. Unlike Terao High School, it ended so quickly." Shibata Yukishi said meaningfully.

"Shibata, what do you mean!" Yotsuya Hayato's eyes were filled with anger. Of course he could hear the deep meaning in the other person's words.

"Isn't it?" Shibata Yuki laughed, as if he didn't see the anger in his eyes, "You ended earlier than us, didn't you? It's just that we won and you lost. I heard that you lost to a Which unknown high school is called Sakura or Aono?"

"Shibata, you can laugh as much as you want now. When you meet Sakurano High School, I'll see if you can still laugh." Yotsuya Hayato said in a deep voice. Their Terao High School was indeed defeated, but Senbongi Kuni Gaobei It seems that last year's King High School had no choice but to fail when faced with the perverted first grader who defeated him.

"Yotani, I'm not like you. I'm so weak that I can defeat just anyone. Do you know what I regret most? I didn't play with you last year, so you were eliminated by Miho Honma. As for Sakurano High School, just keep your eyes open and see how I can defeat them by myself." Yuki Shibata said condescendingly, as if defeating any opponent would be a piece of cake.

"I will stay in Tokyo and watch your game with my own eyes." Yotsuya Hayato smiled coldly. He bet that Shibata Yukishi has not seen their game against Sakurano High School, but even if he has, with Shibata Yushi's arrogance, He would probably think that it was because he underestimated the enemy, so no matter how much he said now, it would be useless. This self-righteous king was already arrogant to the point of thinking he was invincible.

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