I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 139 Imamura Toun
At that time, Imamura Toun was a thin new student. It is said that he was always bullied at work, so he decided to come to the dojo to practice.

But the other students in the dojo also began to bully Imamura Toun, who was easy to bully, who made him have a baby face to please women, and he had no strength to protect himself.

Hiroi saw it, but he didn't stop it directly. He knew that doing so would make those students secretly target Imamura Toun even harder, so he took the initiative to personally guide Imamura Toun's sword skills.

"Drink, ha."

The thick wooden stick weighing eight or nine kilograms was as stable as a mountain in the hands of Hiroi, who was five big and three thick, and the sound of exhalation from his mouth was also subtle. After he completely demonstrated the process of Suzhen, he handed the wooden stick to Envy Zhong with one hand Imamura Dongyun.

"I, I can't shake it, let's forget it."

At this time, Toun Imamura was not yet abnormal, his personality was still very timid, and his body was not even comparable to that of ordinary people of the same age.

"Take it, everything is created from scratch. Swing the club five hundred times a day. Use the breathing method I taught you, and your physique will become stronger in no time. untouchable."

Hiroi forced the wooden stick in the past, and he broke the rules to teach Ah Moo breathing method that can only be learned by true disciples. Judging by Imamura Toun's honest appearance, he should not reveal it, and he also explained the stakes in advance.

"Hoo... ha!"

Toun Imamura tried to swing the stick for the first time, and it fell to the ground. Obviously, he couldn't control the strength and couldn't bear the weight of the wooden stick.

"Come on, practice a few more times and you will be like me."

Hiroi encouraged him. Day after day, although Imamura Toun's body was not strong, his perseverance was far beyond ordinary people. After a year of training, he successfully passed the [-]th Dan of Kendo. In the new generation of Naoshin Kageryu, Also considered the forefront of the level.

And Hiroi and Imamura Toun have become friends who talk about everything.

Until one day, Imamura Dongyun suddenly asked him a question.

"I heard that the previous masters of our Zhixinyingliu had contact with a mysterious man with a white mask who is capable of reaching the sky, and left a scroll that can call that person. Is it true?"

After the hard training, Imamura Dongyun suddenly became interested in the private rumors of Naoshin Kageru, and asked Hiroi.

"There are scrolls, but the legend should be false. It is estimated that the streamer at that time directed and performed a trick in order to gild Zhixin Yingliu. The things are stored in the underground passage of the warehouse, and the key is here."

Hiroi shook his head and smiled, he had seen the scroll before, it was made of ordinary brocade cloth, nothing unusual, it was used for show.

He also deliberately took out the key that he carried with him to show his friend, but he didn't notice the longing in Imamura Dongyun's eyes.

Not long after, the scroll under the warehouse was stolen. As the person who kept the only key, Hiroi was the most suspicious. Everyone found the broken scroll in his bedroom, and the original writing on it became blurred.

Hiroi stared disappointedly at Imamura Toun in the crowd. Apart from the current leader and him, only Imamura Toun knew about this secret. The person who can do this, don’t need to think about it, is this guy who he has taken care of for a long time .

Why?Just a useless scroll of Chinese characters?Why are you trying to frame me?
Until now, Hiroi still can't figure this out. He only knows that Toun Imamura also left Naoshin Kageru not long ago, and his strength has improved rapidly. After one and a half years, he obtained the seventh-dan kendo certificate and entered the Kendo Department of Waseda University as an instructor , he has a much brighter future than his high school physical education teacher.

Imamura Toun, let's take this opportunity to make a break between us!
Hiroi clenched his fists, woke up from the memory, and his hatred for Imamura Toun continued to deepen.
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NO.13's red jersey was framed under the glass frame, and according to the orange light specially lit for it, Mana Sakura, head of Fujii's support team, wiped the dust on it again. Two years, but it feels like a century.

Now that the support group is no longer active, it has dropped from tens of thousands of people at its peak to less than [-] now, and a few disappear every day. I really don't know how long it will last.

She sighed, the TV was still playing in the living room, and suddenly a name caught her attention.

"The pioneer of Waseda University, Rikichi Ichikawa, picked two people in a row, but lost to the general Akita of the Eastern Medical University. The next one appeared was Fujii, who was in the middle army. The famous audience was that Fujii, who had one event a year and was the champion every year. .”

The familiar name came from the TV, and Mana Sakura ran to the TV in a hurry. The figure wrapped in a helmet and breastplate on the screen was the same as in memory.

Sakura Mana doesn't know kendo, and her understanding of football and baseball is also made up after she fell in love with someone. She looked nervously at Fujii who entered the field and saluted to distance herself from her opponent.

Fujii-kun, he doesn't seem to have reported practicing kendo. Is it okay to fight against these people who have practiced since childhood?

She stared intently, and saw that Fujii Shu held the sword in his backhand, and instantly exploded at an astonishing speed. The distance between the two went from seven steps to close, and only a few tenths of a second passed, and when Fujii Shu stopped When he was in shape, his opponent was already clutching the lower abdomen of the sword, and even left the field, bowing his head and bending over in an extremely uncomfortable manner, and was surrounded by a large group of doctors in white coats to check the injury.

"Amazing! Fujii-kun hasn't practiced kendo much, so can he knock out his opponent with one move?"

Mana Sakura's eyes lit up, and the scene where she took off her helmet and communicated with the chief of internal medicine after the game was also completely recorded and shown by Fuji TV.

I haven't seen him in nearly a year. Fujii tree has grown a little taller than I remember, and it is estimated to be almost 1.8 meters. His appearance is still pleasing to the eye, and his picturesque face has a cool temperament. He is neither alienated nor close. There is a feeling of being left behind.

After watching this episode, Mana Sakura looked it up on the Internet. The competition that Fujii participated in was the National Kendo Contest that was officially promoted recently. This year is the first year of the reform. With a bounty of [-] million yen, in the past, only a gold-plated silver medal would be issued.

She downloaded this video source from the official website of Kendo, and used the self-learning editing ability when she was the head of the support team to cut out a short video with a length of 2 minutes. group.

When it was the hottest in the past, there were more than 20 fan groups of the same size, but after Fujii Shu no longer participated in the publicity activities, the fans lost their fans in batches, and those who can persist to this day are all hardcore true fans , Combat power far exceeds that of passerby fans.

"Has the group owner edited the old material again?"

"No, this is something I have never seen before, Fujii-kun is on TV again!!!"

"Really? Let me see."

"I am very grateful to the head of the group for still paying attention to our family, Ah Shu. This face value, this profile, ah! I am going to die!"

After the short video was released, the topic in the group immediately turned from what to eat in Kyoto to the right track. The support group that had been in a downturn for a whole year was blown up. Ninety-five percent of Fujii's fans are women, which is quite an exaggerated proportion. Otherwise, Shirakawa, the president of Anip animation under Sony, would not have proposed to develop in the direction of an artist.

"Tomorrow is the second round of the competition. Companions from Tokyo and the Kanto area can come to this kendo hall. The standard fee is 600 yen per person, and the front row costs 2000 to 3000 yen. Everyone can do what they can and come to the scene It’s good to support, and bring the hearts of friends who can’t come, and cheer for Fujii-kun!”

Having been the head of the support group for almost two years, Mana Sakura has become very proficient in organizing the process, typing a long list of texts, and attaching a cheering emoji at the end.

"Thank you, Captain, we will definitely come tomorrow."

"The Johnny family has retired, and now is our Ashu era. It would be great if he could participate in a movie."

"That way there will be a lot of pure beauty fans mixed in, and the fans will come off after the heat is over. I don't want to get along with those locusts. Enough is enough."

"That's right, that's right, Fujii-kun's beauty shouldn't be tarnished by the entertainment industry, just enjoy it quietly."

For the 1000th time in the group, they started arguing about whether Fujii should enter the showbiz. Mana Sakura, who is just a simple and ordinary Tokyo social animal, sighed. She doesn’t have such lofty ideals. A beautiful young man, it is enough to shine on the field.

Tomorrow, we will fight again!

She turned around and looked at the NO.13 jersey on the wall, showing a firm look.

Because support is also a battle.

(End of this chapter)