I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 135 The Eve
In the main room of the Ichikawa Dojo, Ichikawa Ryuhei, a 19th-dan ancient swordsman who has completely recovered, is sitting at the main seat. On the left is his son, [-]-year-old Ichikawa Rikichi, a [-]th-dan kendo, and the second and third kendo director of Hachioji High School. .

On the opposite side of Ichikawa Rikichi, there were two uninvited guests kneeling on the tatami, one old and one young, the old one was about the same age as his father Ichikawa Ryohei, and the young one was two or three years younger than himself. Six paragraphs, a genius who doesn't break or buckle.

"Next month will be contestants in various places. Only three swordsmen from the same genre are allowed to participate. Brother Longping, Takayuki and I came from the branch in Sendai to gather the elite of our Ichikawa School and make a name for ourselves in one fell swoop. "

The man slightly younger than Ryuhei Ichikawa, after bowing down to thank him, slowly explained his intentions. He is Ryohei Ichikawa's younger brother Ryozo Ichikawa, a master of the seventh dan of the ancient style of kendo. Swordsman.

"I see, you are here to grab the quota, are you general my army?"

The middle-aged Ryuhei Ichikawa still has a fiery temper. He made it clear on the spot that the branch in Sendai was run by his younger brother Yoshizo after he was dissatisfied with his inheritance of the dojo. He usually didn't have a phone call. Now that he has a chance to be famous, he just goes for it. Come up, there are only three places in the vanguard, the middle army, and the general. It is obvious that he wants to kick out his fifth-level son.

"Brother, we don't have this kind of thinking. You and I are both experts in the seventh and eighth dans. Of course, there is no need to say more, but the number of pioneers is still fairer than trying it out? If we can win the national championship this time, I heard that the government will also make great efforts. To support and promote the genre of the champion, we came here for the Ichikawa Ichidou style."

In response to Ryozao's righteous words, his upper body leaned forward slightly, pressing down on Ichikawa Ryuhei who was seated in the main seat.

How can it be repaired!Just relying on your son being a sixth-dan, bullying others, right?

Ichikawa Ryuhei clenched his hands tightly. His son Ichikawa Reiki would probably not be his nephew Takayuki's opponent, and the other students who were still practicing in the dojo were even more useless. The ability of people is not high, and they have not cultivated enough qualified heirs of the genre.

"It doesn't matter if Li Ji doesn't play, as long as there is a student who can beat my family's Xiaozhi in the big brother's dojo, we will only get one spot."

Seeing that the coercion took effect, Liangzao struck while the iron was hot and modified the conditions. He didn't believe that his elder brother could teach excellent apprentices.

Ichikawa Rikichi, who was always cheerful, bowed his head and said nothing at this moment, his fingernails dug into the flesh, oozing a little bright red.

"Boom! I'm sorry, but I accidentally overheard everyone's conversation just now, can I come in?"

There was a knock on the window outside the main house, and upon hearing a familiar voice, Ichikawa Rikichi, feeling guilty and resentful, turned his head abruptly. The papered doors and windows were pulled open, and Fujii stood outside the door with a smile on his face.

It's this kid, there's a good show to watch.

Ichikawa Ryuhei turned his head, and immediately reacted, explaining to his brother Ryozo.

"This is Fujii-kun, one of the students in the dojo. He happened to be here, so let him represent our Ichikawa family and compare with your son Takayuki."

Liangzo carefully looked at Fujii, and he didn't think there was anything special about this little boy. He was probably a little better than Ichikawa Rikichi. His son Takayuki was considered superior in the sixth stage of kendo. To deal with this person, he should Not a big problem.

Fujii Ki and Ichikawa Takayuki each held a bamboo sword, without protective gear, standing still in the courtyard outside the main house.

Fujii, who was already at the peak level of a swordsman, stood casually. Ichikawa Takayuki did not underestimate his opponent. He was empty, turned and looked around, and the opponent was already standing behind him.

"That's it? The level is a bit low! You don't have enough food, do you?"

Fujii taunted lightly, if you don't give Minister Ichikawa face, then don't blame me for humiliating you.

This guy is so fast?

Ichikawa Takayuki's confidence was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning, just now he dodged the speed of his sudden attack, even his father who was a seventh-dan kendo couldn't do it.

After showing his speed, Fujii took the upper stance, and used Ichikawa Takayuki's move just now, to slash a Tang bamboo. This move Ichikawa Takayuki just had to block hard, raised his sword across, his knee sank, and he almost knelt down fell to the ground.

As soon as the next blow was blocked, the next Tangzhu slashed head-on. Ichikawa Takayuki struggled to support, his arms were numb, and what surprised him even more was that Fujii only used his right hand to hold it all the time, and he was able to suppress his double-wielding. , didn't use all my strength at all.

How did Fujii-kun's sword skills improve so quickly?
Ichikawa Ryuhei, who was watching the battle, looked solemn. He knew that Fujii would definitely win based on his performance that day, but after only half a year, this kid's sword skills faintly surpassed his. What kind of fantasy is this? ?
Originally, I wanted to lure people into the city, but now it is useless.

Ichikawa Ryuhei was a little bit disappointed, the tuition fee was refunded before to get closer, but now it would be difficult for him to open his mouth. He has better sword skills than you, so there is no reason to draw others into Ichikawa.

In the yard, Ichikawa Takayuki was already out of breath, and he made more than ten consecutive straight strikes. Every time he wanted to hide but had no room to back down, he could only bite the bullet and hit it hard, his arms were trembling uncontrollably, sweat was pouring down like rain.

Time to end.

After all, Fujii was not a demon, and noticed that his opponent was about to lose his hold, so he made a thrust and thrust it against Ichikawa Takayuki's throat, while he was still subconsciously raising his bamboo sword horizontally to block the non-existent attack.

"I lost, you are strong."

Ichikawa Takayuki threw away the bamboo sword in his hand, looking a little depressed. He was a genius in kendo since he was a child, and he became a professional swordsman of the sixth dan at the age of 17. Originally, he was full of confidence in this national competition, but any student from the Ichikawa Dojo took It is impossible to say that you are not discouraged when you crush yourself.

"I forgot to mention, I've already been booked by Waseda University's Kendo Club, Fujii-san just came to see us."

Ichikawa Rikichi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up. He didn't want to take this quota, but Ichikawa Yoshizo's attitude was too deceitful, and now he can slap him in the face.

"Then it's up to you, I hope you don't meet in the game."

As the master of the genre, Ryuhei Ichikawa decided on this matter, and Fujii gave a faint smile. Only Yoshizo Ichikawa looked gloomy, obviously feeling that he had lost face.
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At the beginning of October, on the eve of the national kendo competition for local contestants, the Waseda Kendo Division.

"Tomorrow's contestant is Pioneer Ichikawa Rikichi."

Imamura Toun, the instructor with a baby face, called Ichikawa's name, and Ichikawa Rikichi, who was sitting in the crowd, got up to pick up the brocade cloth in Imamura Toun's hand, on which the Chinese characters Pioneer were embroidered in white.

"Thank you everyone, I will work hard."

Amid the applause, Ichikawa Rikichi bowed and returned to his original position. The current head of the Kendo Department, Sayamamae, looked a little flustered. He thought he was no match for Fujii. If Imamura-sensei wanted to participate, wouldn’t it be possible for him to have a seat? ?

"Central army, Fujii tree."

Imamura Dongyun's next reported name did not surprise everyone. Fujii Shu, who was able to tie with Mr. Imamura, a [-]th-dan swordsman, occupied a place for reason.

"The last general, I will recommend myself. If you have any questions, you can ask them."

Squinting his eyes and smiling, he called his name, Imamura Dongyun glanced across the activity room, no one had any objection, even Sayamamae bowed his head and accepted his fate.

"There are seven rounds in the local competition, and the rounds are played one by one. Those who are all eliminated will lose the game. In other words, if there are enough strong players, it is not impossible to fight against three. I hope the two students who participated will cherish the opportunity. If the chances of winning are not enough, just use procrastination tactics to consume the opponent's stamina."

Imamura Toun then reminded Fujii and Ichikawa Rikichi that on the surface, the Waseda University with two [-]th dans and a [-]th dan in the participating teams can only be regarded as upper-middle level. There are several ancient school dojos in Tokyo. With eighth-dan masters in charge, the chances are relatively slim.

What's more, Fujii tree has not taken the rank test so far. Among the lists submitted by many participating teams, he is the only player without a rank.

"The seven rounds will end within three weeks. The top three teams in the Tokyo area can qualify to participate in the national competition, but the higher the ranking, the weaker the opponent we will meet in the first round. We must try our best to win the first place."

Imamura Dongyun said this to Fujii tree. They are all extraordinary human practitioners. Even if they encounter a team with the same practitioners, they can win by the number of people. The practitioners are not Chinese cabbages, they are everywhere. It is rare to have one as an opponent.

(End of this chapter)