I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 159 Toyama Ryu

After dinner, Fujii copied the words and music of Ultramarine's song to Shigure. Fortunately, he has LV3 piano skills, so it was easy to write a score.

"The climax section must be sung by at least ten people, otherwise the effect of this song will be ruined."

He pointed to the score, and reminded Shiyu especially, and noticed Shiyu's hesitation to speak, so he asked puzzledly.

"What's wrong? Chorus can be recorded in advance, is there any difficulty?"

"We don't have a keyboard player in the light music department, and we have to perform in half a month. Even if we find someone, we can't cooperate in such a short time."

Shi Yu expressed her concerns, while sitting on the sofa playing Ultramarine's melody, besides the electric guitar, she also has a Martin's folk guitar, and this Martin is currently used.

Fujii Shu, who has completed the credits for this semester in advance, said nonchalantly, "Then I will make a guest appearance as the keyboard player temporarily. It just so happens that I copied... the song I copied. I can still do it for campus performances."

Therefore, Fujii will temporarily participate in the performance of Shigure's light music department during the interval between the Tokyo local championship and the national competition.
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In the seventh round, Waseda University played against Toyama-ryu Dojo, the final of the Tokyo Regional Tournament.

Kendo Minister Sayamamae was the first to appear as a vanguard. His opponent was Makoto Otani, an eighth-dan Koryu swordsman. Judging from his body shape alone, Sayamamae did not have the advantage, let alone a difference of three dans in kendo.

A point is a victory.

Sayamamae's psychological expectations were not high. He started in the middle and put on a defensive posture. He still knew the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Without Fujii, Waseda would not have made it to the final.

Let's get rid of you and that Ichikawa-ryu's Chinese army as soon as possible, and let's have a look at Fujii's strength.

Otani Makoto's thoughts were very realistic, he raised his sword and slashed straight down, Sayamamae almost didn't react, he hastily blocked the sword, but the moment the two swords came into contact, his face changed drastically.

Groove!It's a lie.

Sayamamae wanted to withdraw his sword to defend, but it was too late, Otani Makoto missed the opponent's blade with his saber, and with a tooth protruding, he pressed Sayamamae's throat heavily, knocking him back a few steps.

"For an effective hit, the Toyama Ryu vanguard scores a point."

The referee shouted loudly that this was an obvious successful attack, and if it were a real sword, Sayamamae's life would be gone.

"Ahem! Ugh!"

Sayama, who had a tooth protruding in his throat, coughed violently. Even with the protection of the neck guard under the helmet, the blow was not easy to bear. His tears overflowed uncontrollably, not because of sadness, but because of suffering. Physiological responses to trauma.

"Give up early, with your strength, you shouldn't be here."

Makoto Otani talked mercilessly, in his eyes, only Fujii was his opponent.

"Give up what? The game is not over yet!"

Sayamamae was surprisingly tough, raised his sword again, even if he was destined to be cannon fodder, he had to consume more energy of the enemy, not wanting Makoto Otani to win so easily.

The kid who is obsessed with obsession and can't figure out the difference in strength is really annoying!

Makoto Otani glanced at Sayamamae with a little disgust. He hated this kind of person very much. The gap in hard power cannot be made up by the so-called perseverance, which only increases troubles.

Swinging the sword obliquely, Da Gucheng exerted all his strength, Zuo Shanqian barely blocked it, but his right hand was slashed by a different move, and he frowned in pain.

"For an effective hit, the Toyama Ryu vanguard scores a point."

This fall was two points behind, and it was not far from Zuo Shanqian's defeat. He was a little unwilling, and gave up the defensive stance in front of him, with his sword on the side of his face, and Baxiang raised his hands, wanting to fight to the death.

Interesting, do you still dare to challenge me?
Makoto Otani also poses with an eight-phase structure. This vertical sword posture is more flexible and changeable. It is a gesture to pursue the initiative in a fight. It does not have a certain level, and it is more secure to use the old-fashioned and conventional middle.

Stepping closer, Makoto Otani shrank the ground in an instant, held the sword in both hands and slashed straight, Sayama stepped back and dodged, and slashed diagonally with his backhand, but unexpectedly hit Otani Makoto's arms, the straight slash reversed upwards, and he was sent flying He grabbed the weapon in front of Sayama and cut across his body.

"The pioneer of the Toyama style, Makoto Otani, wins."

Hearing the result of the referee's verdict, Makoto Otani smiled triumphantly, watching Sayamamae pick up the dropped nylon knife and end in dismay.

Ichikawa Rikichi, who replaced Sayamamae, did not say so many unnecessary words, and put on a very practical mid-range defensive posture. He lasted more than twice as long as Sayamamae, and was also defeated.

"Fujii-san, this is the only thing I can do."

Ichikawa Rikichi, who was at the end, couldn't hold his sword steadily, and he felt guilty about Fujii, and always placed his hope of being competent on Fujii. this step.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Toyama-ryu."

After Fujii finished speaking, he put on the visor and helmet. Unlike other opponents, Toyama Ryu, who used to have bloody hands, had to use more than half of his strength to entertain him.

"One against three again. Toyama-ryu's General Nagaoka Sasuke is still a [-]th-rank swordsman. Fujii won't be able to win this time."

Nobuo Yasuda, the host of the Fuji TV live broadcast room, explained affirmatively, and Toshino Otake next to him also had a gloomy expression.

They Katori Shinto-ryu also don't like Toyama-ryu's purely violent killing swords, and Toyama-ryu used to test swords with unarmed civilians, which is really an insult to the reputation of the sword, but Toyama-ryu has a tenth-rank swordsman with a high status It has always been stable, and it has made a lot of profit by controlling the upper echelon of the Kendo Association, and it is difficult to deal with it.

"In a one-on-one match, I thought Sasuke Nagaoka was no match for Fujii-kun, but after being exhausted by two [-]th-dan masters, Fujii-kun was indeed at a disadvantage."

Dazhu Lidian explained his views objectively, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he didn't say his words to death.

"Are you the famous Fujii tree recently? You do seem to have some potential. After defeat, whether you want to join my family of Toyama Rumen is much better than playing house with a group of little ghosts."

Makoto Otani opened his mouth to solicit. Fujii Shu's self-reported flying swordsmanship before, he thought it was just a joke. How could the moves in the comics be useful in reality? This kid must have learned a lost or secret sword skill. Just pretending to be Feitian Yujianliu.

"No need, I'd better defeat Toyama-ryu first, the weak are not worthy of talking nonsense."

Otani Makoto laughed wildly at Fujii's sneering words. He had never seen anyone who dared to call Toyama Ryu a weak person.

I will break your bones first, and then let you taste the taste of failure.

Da Gucheng raised his sword and slashed, his momentum was extremely powerful.

Fujii, who has [-]% strength, now has a physique nearly seven times that of an ordinary person. In his opinion, Makoto Otani's sword swing is just the effect of slowing down several times. Facing Toyama Ryu with bloody hands, if he is not afraid If he beat someone to death on the spot, he would use all his strength without hesitation.

Long Xiang flashes!
The slash from bottom to top came in an instant. Feitian Yujian Liu was originally a fast sword, and with his powerful physique, no one could stop him.

"what--!"

The strong and strong Makoto Otani flew straight up, Fujii raised his leg and kicked, and the strong man weighing [-] to [-] kilograms flew upside down outside the white line of the competition area, a full distance of nearly ten meters.

"Stand up, it's only one point."

Fujii tree walked in front of Makoto Otani who fell to the ground, and looked down condescendingly. For the first time in the real world, he fully released the monstrous murderous aura he had accumulated in the simulated battle.

"How can it be repaired! I want to..."

Otani Makoto and Fujii Shu, who were extremely angry at first, looked at each other, and they felt like chilling cicadas, bursts of killing intent similar to one's heart soaked into consciousness, the howling of the rogue in the bamboo forest, the blood spring flowing wantonly on the battlefield, and the sound of killing One wave was higher than the other, completely covering his spirit.

The body trembled uncontrollably, and it became difficult to breathe. Makoto Otani experienced the pain of being killed countless times. The soul of the dead who died under the sword of the Fujii tree seemed to be screaming in his ears. This inhuman scene seemed real and unreal. , making people feel so desperate to end their lives immediately and escape from this torture.

"I give up, I give up! Let me go, please!"

Da Gucheng changed his cowardly appearance, kowtowed and begged for mercy. If this continues, he will go crazy.

"Then, next one."

After withdrawing his killing intent, Fujii raised his sword and pointed at the graceful Miyamura Hideaki on the contestant's bench, who was also the eighth-dan Toyama-ryu middle army and Makoto Otani's senior brother.

"Don't panic, try him a few more tricks, I'm still behind."

Nagaoka Sasuke, who had been as motionless as a mountain, comforted Miyamura who looked a little nervous. In Nagaoka Sasuke's hand, the Sky Centipede Pill was wrapped in transparent paper as the last hole card.

(End of this chapter)