I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 115 Sword Competition

Turning his head to avoid this stab, and bending down to avoid the next horizontal cut, Huiyuan's small Taidao stabbed Shen Gulin's abdomen, but was dodged by the opponent's Yufeng, and fighting forward, their positions came from mid-air In the forest on the ground, the aftermath of every gesture can break a giant tree surrounded by several people, leaving deep marks several feet deep on the ground.

Rin Kamiya slashed the cassock, Huiyuan blocked it with one hand with a small tatami, the air wave shook the branches of the big tree behind him, and the leaves fell all over the sky, and Huiyuan changed his one hand to dual wielding, bit by bit suppressing Rin Kamiya's sword On her own shoulders, her body could not support the standing posture, and she half knelt on the ground.

"Give up now, and I'll let you go."

Huiyuan, who had the upper hand, opened his mouth. Sweat oozes from his forehead, and his skin has changed from the color of ordinary people to green. He has gradually lost the ability to maintain his human form.

Fujii Shu, who was watching the battle next to him, couldn't help but pull out his personal sword and stab it, but was kicked out. Just as Huiyuan was smiling, a long wakizag behind him protruded from his chest. The swordsman is Shigure who wakes up at some point.

Great, the plan worked.

Huiyuan actually sensed Shigure's approach, but he deliberately didn't move, and also relaxed the demonic power in his body, so that Nagowaki Tsubasa could pierce his body and achieve his goal.

And Shigure, who succeeded, let go of his hand in astonishment, a stream of golden light floated out from Huiyuan's body, most of it merged into her body, and part of it was absorbed by Fujii and Kamiya Rin.

He is actively releasing the demon power?

Rin Kamiya took a few steps back, the demonic power was washed by the Dharma, Zhongzheng was peaceful, and there was almost no negative effect.

"Amitabha, the end of my life is approaching, and time is my destiny. When this calamity happens, I beg all the benefactors to enshrine my relics after my death in an ancient temple in the mountain. The address is..."

Huiyuan, who was severely injured by this, sat cross-legged on the spot and meditated. After reading the scriptures once, a white flame ignited in his body, and within a few breaths, only a golden marble-sized relic was left.

Shi Yu, who had absorbed the most of his demonic power, became unconscious on the spot. She thought that the sneak attack just now would not hurt Huiyuan, but the reason for her coma was still a large amount of demonic power flooding her body.

Kamiya Rin stepped forward to check, and there was still a heartbeat, but the duration of this coma, ranging from a few months to a year or two, depended on her luck.

"Gain 7.5 free attribute."

Fujii, who was farthest away and absorbed the least amount of monster power, was able to get a good harvest, and the gold coins from exploding the big monster were really full.

After increasing his strength, physique, and agility to 6 times that of ordinary people, and leaving 3 free attributes, he intends to use them in kendo simulation battles. He plans to participate in the National Kendo Championships when he is a freshman. Being able to sign up in large institutions such as universities, hospitals, and police stations, and then participate in the competition to improve your proficiency points is different from simulated battles, and you will get additional freedom attributes.

"Let's rest at the shrine first. It's safer. I'll let you know when she wakes up."

Rin Kamiya picked up Shigure by the waist, walked up to Fujii, and stretched out his hand.

"what?"

"100 million yen for rest and recuperation, I want it now." A certain person was confident.

"Why don't you grab it? Really."

In the end, Fujii still paid 100 million yen, because the sunk cost of 100 million yen for Rin Kamiya was paid, and it doesn't matter if it costs another 100 million yen.

And that relic was sent out by Fujii Shu, and the temple also returned a thank you letter, saying that if the benefactor wants to become a monk, he is welcome at any time.
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In late November 2014, Waseda University football coach Komatsu Benyoshi came down from the second floor of his own house. Today is not a special day. He is over 11 years old, but he wears suits and leather shoes, neatly combed his hair, and looks very tall. His wife complained.

"I didn't see you dressed like this when we celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary last month. Are you going to meet your lover?"

"I don't have any lover! Today, a special special student is coming to the school to confirm the admission without examination. The vice principal Mitsui Yoshitada and the admissions office will all come forward."

Football coach Komatsu Benyoshi is in high spirits. This talented student is not ordinary. A high school national league champion and a Koshien champion are the undisputed absolute core. To be honest, he can become famous if he debuts directly and plays professionally. , Waseda is different from Tokyo University in that it has a professional sports department, and many people are staring at him.

January is the national central examination, and graduation is due in March. Our school starts in early April. Time waits for no one.

He muttered to himself, went out after breakfast, and headed to school on Saturday morning.

Driving the Nissan sedan into a familiar parking space, Komatsu Benyoshi, who got out of the car, happened to run into baseball coach Ikuhiro Taniguchi, a retired professional baseball player who also opened the door of the BMW.

"34:[-], Coach Komatsu, you are an hour earlier than usual."

Ikuhiro Taniguchi deliberately lifted his sleeves in front of his face, revealing a famous hand-made Swiss watch. This guy led the team to take the third place in the island country in the university league last year. The watch was rewarded by the school.

Wait, you hateful nouveau riche!Don't cry when Fujii joins our football club and wins the championship!

Komatsu Benyoshi gritted his teeth, like the protagonist of Naoki Hansawa, a hit workplace drama that aired in July this year, with the determination to win, and when his thighs are in place, he will repay and mock this Osaka-born street man twice.

"You also came to invite Mr. Fujii to enter the school, right? The economic value of baseball is not comparable to our football, don't dream."

"Hehe, let's stop pretending? Let's take a look and see which sport is the most attractive, right? The number one sport in our island country seems to be baseball, right?"

"Humph!"

The two snorted coldly at the same time, their relationship was not good on weekdays, and it is even worse now.

Pushing open the door of the admissions office, a young man about 178 cm tall was listening to the introduction of the teacher of the admissions office, Jun Hayakawa, in front of the window. On the other side of the seat sat the vice principal Mitsui Yoshitada, a [-]-year-old who was rehired after retirement. An old man with white beards.

"The literature department has already passed it. We can send you an invitation letter in advance to confirm it. The tuition fee for four years of university is free, and there is also a scholarship of the highest level. If you are willing to join the intramural sports department, we will also provide you with an additional basis. Performance provides bonuses and departmental support."

Jun Hayakawa spoke a long series of words, his mouth was a little dry, and when he turned around to fill the cup with water, he saw two coaches.

Does it smell like this?Are you in a hurry?
He knew these two coaches who belonged to the football department and the baseball department, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes.

When he turned around, his face had returned to normal, pointing at the two uninvited guests, he explained.

"This is our school's football coach Komatsu Benyoshi and baseball coach Ikuhiro Taniguchi, both of whom are very professional physical education teachers."

"Hello you two."

Fujii greeted him politely. Although he did not plan to participate in these two sports after enrolling, he still had to do superficial skills.

"Fujii-san, I watched your game on TV, and you played very well."

Komatsu Benyoshi nodded, raised his right hand and waved it, stepped forward calmly, and pushed Hayakawa Jun away.

And Ikuhiro Taniguchi was not a fuel-efficient lamp, he stretched out his hands, shook hands with Fujii, and said.

"I've watched all of Koshien's games. Our baseball team only took third place in the National College League this year. We really need a talented pitcher like you to win the championship."

Just hit a straight ball when you come up, and you don't want your face?

Komatsu Benyoshi, who had been trying to make a detour at first, looked down, and changed his face instantly, smiling brighter than a chrysanthemum, and directly solicited.

"When you come to our football department, the captain and the No. 2 jersey are yours. You can play in any position you want, and you can play in any formation you want. Fake No. [-], B[-]B midfielder, shadow striker, you can choose your position."

You bastard!If someone wants to be a coach, you can be a teaching assistant!

Ikuhiro Taniguchi had never seen such a shameless person. Just as he was about to overweight, he kept silent and spoke up for the vice principal, Yorichu Mitsui.

"Let Fujii-kun decide for himself. No matter what kind of sport we are, our school will support it. As long as a sports genius like him chooses, he will definitely achieve results."

The vice-principal in his 70s got up from his seat and forced the two coaches back with his eyes. He hadn't entered school yet, so what a mess it was.

"In fact, I have already figured it out. When I was a freshman, I entered the Kendo Department and participated in the annual National Kendo Championship. It happened that I just met the age requirements for participating."

With six times the physical fitness of ordinary people, and the strength of a swordsman in the late stage of LV3, he will definitely go in and kill randomly, so Fujii smiled confidently, and the sun shone on his face, casting a shadow.
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In the conference hall of the island country organization, the cabinet affairs officer Zhou Qupingrang, who had dealt with Fujii once, put his chin on his hands, facing the two rows of subordinates at the long table, and spoke slowly.

"Recently, the incidence of abnormal incidents has increased. Considering the future situation, I have discussed with the cabinet ministers many times. Due to the situation, next year's National Kendo Championships will vigorously promote and support the genre that wins the championship. The swordsmanship in the country is popular, and the ancient martial arts in the big country next door are also being promoted, so there is no reason for us to sit idly by."

"Mr. Zhou, may I ask if the school that won the championship will be regarded as the main school of swordsmanship in the future? If this is done, some ancient schools will also send masters to participate. Will there be any safety issues for the players in the competition?"

The subordinate on the left raised a question, because on the projection screen in the conference hall, the previous protective gear will be abandoned for next year's competition, and the maximum protective gear will be changed to only the neck helmet and light chest armor. deprecated.

"What we need is sword skills that can truly protect ourselves, not conservative performance techniques. What's the point of injuring a few players? If you don't have the fundamentals, just don't participate."

Zhou Quping refuted it sharply. As the highest position here, he does not allow any objection. Besides, this is also a decision of the cabinet. If the implementation is not in place, he will bear the consequences. Bow can solve the trouble.

"Is there a bonus? How much is appropriate?"

The confidant on the right speaks at the right time, skipping the necessary questions about staging the event and talking about the content.

"The winner is 3000 million yen, the runner-up is 1000 million yen, and the third place is [-] million yen. This will also attract some social experts."

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Quping asked to set the amount, and then pressed the projection button. Several pitch-black swords were displayed on the screen, with different lengths and shapes, and the material was neither traditional bamboo nor wood.

"This is a practice sword that will be promoted in the future. It is made of nylon, with a soft rubber layer on the outside and a steel rod on the inside. It is less harmful to the human body than bamboo swords. You have formulated a promotion plan. Before the selection competitions in various places in October next year, It has to cover the whole country.”

He introduced the above content, and continued to turn the pages, and the five-foot-long wild swords were all displayed on the screen, without missing any sword shape.

"Is this thing heavy? Most people can't swing it. I think it's almost as heavy as the real thing."

Someone mentioned something, and Zhou Quping remembered that an acquaintance, his weapon was a Nodachi.

On the same day, in a mountain forest in Kyushu, a waterfall hangs down from a rock tens of meters high, with a width of more than two feet. Day after day, it beats a shoal of rocks, making it extremely smooth.

The bare-chested 1.9-meter burly man let the water wash over his body. Beside him was a five-and-a-half-foot-long Nodachi with no sheath.

At the age of ten, his weapon was the brisk Kodachi.

After the age of 20, the sword with a 75 cm blade is often used.

Stand at thirty, and change to a tachi with a more curved arc.

Now in his forties, at the peak of his body and skill, he has been practicing in the mountains with this Nodachi, and once killed a rebellious monster by virtue of the Qi receiving technique passed down by the school. Although his reputation is not obvious, his sword skills It has reached perfection.

The fallen leaves slid from the treetops, he opened his eyes, grabbed the heavy Nodachi with one hand, swung his arms, and turned to face the waterfall.

The leaves are divided into two halves along the veins, the waterfall stops flowing in an instant, and everything flashes in an instant.

"Master, I have your phone number."

A clear youthful voice sounded from the shore, a handsome boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, several sizes smaller than him, wearing a black short-sleeve kimono, and he was his apprentice Nagakawa Yusuke.

"It's me Sawai Takeshi, your plan has passed?"

He went ashore to pick up the phone. On the other end of the phone was Zhou Qupingrang's voice.

"I see, it's October next year. I will participate, thank you for the announcement."

Takeshi Sawai hung up the phone with a look of determination on his face. Their Tianxin had been silent for several generations, and finally they had the opportunity to pass on the world.

"Where's your younger brother? Have you done your homework today?"

Thinking of his little apprentices, there are only three of them now in Tianxin Natural Flow, Takeshi Sawai, the leader of the school, and his apprentices Nagakawa Yusuke and Higashino Shi, all orphans he took in and raised since childhood.

"It's done, master, don't you practice?"

Nagakawa Yusuke asked from behind, and Sawai Takeshi, who was wearing unlined clothes, responded without turning around.

"We still have a lot of money left, right? We are going to leave the mountain in September next year. During this time, we must practice our sword skills well, and I will strictly arrest them."

Takeshi Sawai tightened his belt, his tone became serious, and he looked up into the distance.

After all, there are too many masters in the world, and I can't guarantee that I will run amok forever!

He thought, then let out a sigh.

(End of this chapter)