Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Although he had made up his mind to beat the senior brother of Beichen Ittoryu today, Hojo Kyosuke still smiled and expressed his gratitude when the other party showed goodwill, and rejected it neatly.

"Boy, if you need to be hospitalized and ask for leave from school later, I can testify for you that you were indeed injured by me in a competition. But if I can cure your arrogance, I believe your parents will be grateful to me."

The opposite Nishimura Ryuta shouted arrogantly, but this guy was wearing all the protective gear.

Some people off the court couldn't help laughing when they heard this, including Hojo Kyosuke's loyal subordinates.

Onizuka Eikichi and others applauded exaggeratedly, sending the greatest blessings to Nishimura Ryuta's courage and awareness.

"Good job Nishimura, we will take you to the hospital later."

"Leave it to us!"

Superintendent Takenaka asked Miyamizu Mitsuha with some concern:

"Does Hojo really not need protective gear? If you need it, you can use mine. My body size should be similar to his, and the protective gear is almost brand new."

He is also a disciple of Beichen Ittoryu, so naturally there are corresponding equipment in the dojo, but it has not been used for a long time.

"Hehe~"

Mitsuha chuckled, her posture was elegant and light, she looked at the big boys in the field with her eyes, and said softly

"Kyosuke is sometimes arrogant, and arrogance is a disease. Once infected, you can never stop, and in order to support this arrogance, Kyosuke has gained enough strength."

"That Mr. Nishimura Ryuta is like a cockroach."

The girl spoke frankly, and the pride she showed at this moment made the big men around her sure that the two were indeed a couple.

"Cockroaches may have some annoying tricks, but as long as they are not hiding underground, they can be crushed with just a light foot."

Superintendent Takenaka nodded: "I see."

He didn't say anything else. If his girlfriend didn't worry, then he must be confident. Why should he worry? What made him even more satisfied was the man standing in the field. Even in the face of Nishimura Ryuta's provocation, he did not respond. His face was calm and his eyes were as deep as the sea, which formed a sharp contrast with his previous arrogance.

This just happened to confirm what Miyamizu Mitsuha said. Hojo Kyosuke's arrogance was just a side effect of strength, not a mask to cover up his fragile heart.

In the field, the fifth generation Chiba Makinosuke was still the referee. No one would question the vision of this old swordsman who was awarded the honor of tenth dan in kendo ten years ago. What's more, there are so many swordsmen around, and everyone's strength is good. The referee is more of a host of the competition.

"I will be the referee for this Ta-ryu Trial."

Chiba Seinosuke nodded to both sides and introduced himself solemnly, which was also a matter of course. Although Ta-ryu Trial was a normal competition, it was just a milder challenge, and it was hosted by the dojo.

Hojo Kyosuke bowed slightly to the old man to show his respect, while Nishimura Ryuta was a little unwilling. He was a little unconvinced about his previous loss and felt that he was whistled unfairly, otherwise the disciple of Beichen Ittoryu would never have won against him.

"Cheers!"

Both sides saluted with bamboo swords, and then the competition began.

On the sidelines, Kunou Tenin, who had fought against Nishimura Ryuta before, asked worriedly: "Big Brother, do you think that Hojo Kyosuke can win? He didn't even wear protective gear..."

"Pah--!!"

Before Kunou Tenin finished speaking, a clean and sharp slashing sound rang out in the dojo. He turned his head quickly and saw that Nishimura Ryuta's two hands holding the bamboo sword collapsed weakly, while Hojo Kyosuke had raised the bamboo sword again.

"Pah--!!"

The flexible bamboo sword directly chopped on Nishimura Ryuta's face shield. Even the bystanders could clearly feel the huge force, and Nishimura, who was chopped, knelt down directly on the head.

"What!?"

Wow--

The scene in the field made many people stand up in shock.

Bang--

With a dull sound of falling to the ground, only Hojo Kyosuke was left standing in the field, still maintaining his resentment. Nishimura Ryuta fell on his back.

"What happened?!"

Kunou Tenon asked Daidoji Masashi beside him in disbelief. It's not that he didn't see it, but on the contrary, he saw it but couldn't believe it.

Daidoji Masashi's expression was also extremely serious at this time:

"Cut it off! Hojo Kyosuke used only one cut to disintegrate all of Nishimura Ryuta's defenses, and then used Karatake (straight chop to the head) to hit the face."

He looked at the man standing in the field, with a strong shock in his eyes. Hojo Kyosuke's combo was fine, but the problem was...

"Too fast!"

"What is that? Shrinking the Earth?"

"No, it's just simple speed. One cut on Nishimura's hand, and then another cut on Nishimura's face in an instant."

"The power is also very strong. Nishimura was obviously in a defensive posture, but the moment he was cut by Hojo, he couldn't hold the knife directly, so he opened his middle door and sent his head out."

"Hiss... No wonder he didn't need to wear protective gear."

The onlookers talked a lot. Everyone was a good kendo player, but because of their strength, they were more shocked by Hojo Kyosuke's strength.

In the field, Ryuta Nishimura fell backwards on his knees, and those who were close to him were already shouting, "Ah, he rolled his eyes."

"He's dead, Nishimura is dead!"

Hojo Kyosuke just stood there with his bamboo sword, not saying anything, nor did he urge the referee to announce the victory, but quietly looked at Nishimura Ryuta.

Neon Kendo advocates a one-hit kill, so even if it is not a formal competition but a ryu-kikai, it still follows the rules of the competition, and as long as a specific part is hit, it will be judged as a loser. But since it is an exchange, there is a certain amount of room for maneuver. If the loser is not convinced, he can ask for another match, but whether to accept the challenge depends on the willingness of the other party.

Nishimura Ryuta on the ground felt dizzy and his eyes were a little swollen.

It's so noisy, which bastard is around the corner.

Dead? Who died? Nishimura? Who is Nishimura?

Oh, it turns out that I am Nishimura, it turns out that I am dead.

Nishimura Ryuta, who was dizzy, couldn't figure out why he died for a while.

It took him a long time to remember that he was competing with Hojo Kyosuke.

Yes, I can't rest like this anymore, I have to teach this kid a lesson.

With this thought, Nishimura opened his eyes and straightened up with difficulty. He realized that he was kneeling on the spot, and then he reacted.

Ah, it turned out that he was still in the middle of saluting.

So he stood up quickly, but why was his head so heavy, but his steps were quite brisk, as if he was about to fly.

Great, it must be a breakthrough before the battle! My legs, you also want to trip that arrogant kid hard, right?

Thinking of this, Nishimura held the bamboo sword with both hands, staring closely at Hojo Kyosuke opposite, alert to the opponent's attack.

"Huh? What is Nishimura doing?"

The people on the sidelines were puzzled. Nishimura spoke so arrogantly before, but was knocked down so easily by Hojo Kyosuke. Shouldn't he pretend to be unconscious at this time?

The people next to him saw through the mystery and said respectfully: "He hasn't given up yet! He still wants to fight!"

"Soga! That's it."

"Nishimura! Good job, keep it up!"

"I misjudged you before, Nishimura, you are a real swordsman!"

People on the sidelines shouted to cheer for Nishimura Ryuta. Facing Hojo Kyosuke, who was completely out of his league, Nishimura still had the courage to continue fighting. It was really admirable.

Even Kunou Tenon, who had defeated Nishimura before, said in shock: "I thought Nishimura was just the first despicable person who would take advantage of others, but I didn't expect him to have this awareness."

For a moment, the despicable Nishimura became a manly Nishimura.

Ryuta Nishimura in the field felt a little uncomfortable. The cheers from the sidelines made him feel vain, but the noisy voices made him feel like vomiting.

"Come on, kid!" he shouted loudly.

Hojo Kyosuke opened his mouth, wanting to say something but holding back. He looked at Miyamizu Mitsuha on the sidelines and saw the same surprise in the girl's eyes, and then the two smiled in tacit understanding.

They were both masters of body control who had studied "artificial technical amnesia", and their scanning eyes could see the state of Nishimura on the opposite side at a glance.

Without any nonsense, he kicked the ground with his right foot, and his tall figure quickly jumped out.

Nishimura Ryuta only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then a bamboo sword gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, gradually filling the gap between the horizontal gold of the mask.

Why does it feel familiar? This was his last thought before he closed his eyes.

"Pah--!!"

This time, Hojo Kyosuke didn't even use the cut, and directly chopped Nishimura's head with a move of Tangzhu.

His knees softened, and Nishimura Ryuta was chopped to the ground again by the heavy pressure on his head, and his upper body leaned back.

"Ahhh, rolling his eyes again!"

"This time he's really dead! Definitely dead!"

The two swordsmen sitting behind Nishimura shouted loudly.

"Where's the medical team? Hurry up and carry Nishimura down."

The sixth generation Otsuka Yoichiro on the sidelines was also a little panicked. Those sitting on the sidelines saw it clearly. Hojo Kyosuke's slash was so powerful that even the bamboo sword was bent by him. Nishimura Ryuta was afraid that his brain was shaken evenly. But before the disciples of Beichen Ittoryu came forward to help, they saw Nishimura slowly standing up.

Hmm? I fell asleep? What am I doing?

The noisy sound in his ears made Nishimura feel nauseous and wanted to vomit. He opened his eyes with difficulty. Then he saw a man in a well-dressed suit in front of him.

Who is this? How could there be such a handsome man? Qi Kexiu.

Subconsciously holding the bamboo sword tightly with his right hand, Nishimura slowly stood up.

"Arnold..."

He wanted to ask himself why he was here, but before he could say anything, he heard the sound of ghosts and wolves howling around him.

"Enough! Enough! Nishimura, you have proved your courage, don't go on!"

"Nishimura-kun, you are no match for him! Lie down and rest, you have done well enough!"

Even Nagase Ichiro, who had looked down on Nishimura Ryuta before, was moved by Nishimura Ryuta's perseverance. He said in a deep voice:

"Nishimura-kun, leave it to me next, I will inherit your will!"

An old man sitting next to Mitsuha Miyamizu, Nishimura's boss, was also shocked by his subordinate's nature. He was afraid that this excellent subordinate would suffer irreparable damage if he persisted. He quickly stood up and walked to Nishimura's side, holding his arm and persuading him:

"Nishimura, I will take you to the hospital. Your brain should be unclear, right? You have performed very well today. I have seen your awareness."

The old man had already thought of a promotion plan for Ryuta Nishimura next month. He felt that he had really misjudged this subordinate before. He thought he was a narrow-minded guy who liked to bully and fear evil, but he didn't expect him to be so strong-willed.

"Who are you? You are so annoying. I want to vomit!"

Ryota Nishimura directly waved his hand to push away the old man beside him. He was very impatient and he even retched after he finished speaking. He really wanted to vomit. His brain was almost chopped into a mixed Yuan by two Tang bamboos of Hojo Kyosuke.

"Uh...?"

The boss was stunned. This subordinate has really changed today. He has become more courageous and courageous?

After a silence for a while, everyone chose to respect Ryuta Nishimura's wishes and let him become a real warrior.

Hojo Kyosuke was naturally willing to help.

Nishimura didn't know what was going on now, but his body memory made him hold the bamboo sword with both hands.

The fifth generation Chiba Seinosuke announced the start of the competition again.

Hojo Kyosuke took a step forward and chopped Nishimura's head in front of his innocent eyes.

"Bang!!"

Ryuta Nishimura never stood up again.

For today's event, the dojo invited a doctor who usually cooperated with him early. The doctor pulled Nishimura's eyes and looked at him, and announced loudly that he had a severe concussion. This was not because the doctor was very skilled, but because normal people knew that being chopped on the head by Hojo Kyosuke's three-style tangzhu would definitely cause a concussion.

After Nishimura was carried away, the people in the field were still recalling Nishimura's heroic and resolute figure.

"Wait a minute, something's wrong, Nishimura is definitely not such a man of character!"

A swordsman who was a doctor suddenly shouted. He recalled the confused look of Nishimura when he stood up for the last time, and the look when he stood up for the second to last time, and confirmed his guess.

"Is it possible that Nishimura lost his memory in the first round because of Hojo-kun's chop?"

As he said this, he explained the relationship between concussion and retrograde amnesia to the people around him.

When everyone heard what he said, they all recalled Nishimura Ryuta's performance just now.

"Hiss..."

Instantly, the dojo was filled with the sound of everyone sucking in a breath of cool air. The dojo, which was originally hot due to too many people, became even hotter in an instant, because the cool air was sucked away.

The eyes of everyone looking at Hojo Kyosuke changed from shock to horror.

"Is this the blade of amnesia?"

"The first time Nishimura was chopped down, Nishimura forgot the fact that he was defeated. The second time he was chopped down, Nishimura even forgot the president of their company. The third time, how long will Nishimura's memory be lost?"

Hearing this, everyone first looked at Hojo Kyosuke in horror, and then looked at the person who had made an appointment to compete with Hojo Kyosuke early in the morning.

"Forget the swordsman!"

"Forget the swordsman!"

A strange voice sounded.

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