I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 92 Mock Battle

"Free attribute points; 1.20."

After the two dead souls in the studio were dealt with, some of the light spots when they were separated were absorbed by Fujii. When he returned home, he opened the golden finger panel, and Fujii's gaze stayed on the option of the simulated battle.

Simulated battle: Consume a little free attribute to greatly improve skill proficiency in virtual trials.

Wanna give it a try?
His kendo skill has only reached the level of LV1/28% at the moment. If he wants to improve himself quickly, this is the only quick way.

Lying on the single bed in his own bedroom, he reached out and clicked on the option of simulated combat. After jumping out of the list of all his skills, he chose kendo.

It was dark in front of his eyes, and he only heard the rustling of the wind, and the reminder from Goldfinger came.

"Consume a little free attribute and start a hundred encounters in the bamboo forest. The physical fitness of the opponent's miscellaneous soldiers is [-] times that of ordinary people, and the commander's is [-] times."

When he opened his eyes, Fujii was in a green bamboo forest filled with white mist, wearing a bunt kimono with a katana pinned to his waist, exactly the same as the ronin in the Warring States movie.

In the mist ahead, a male swordsman wearing a bamboo hat stepped out, holding a grass stalk in his mouth, stepping lightly on bamboo clogs, the distance was already seven steps away.

Without too many words, the swordsman quickly drew his sword, and the three-foot-long Taidao cut down head-on.

Fujii turned sideways to avoid the slash, and in the next second, the swordsman changed his stance to a slanted slash, and slashed on his left arm, the blade sank into the flesh, and the pain rose from moment to moment.

No lines at all?

The injured Fujii tree rolled back a few meters, and pulled out the sword with one hand. The left hand was bleeding continuously, and soon stained the sleeve, dripped from the clean forearm, and dripped on the ground full of dead leaves.

After adjusting his breathing, the swordsman holds the sword in both hands, and puts on an eight-phase posture, that is, holds the sword vertically on the left side of his face, and approaches again step by step.

Fujii only had LV1 kendo skills, so obviously he couldn't help him much. The swordsman on the opposite side had at least LV2 level, and his strikes were particularly decisive, so he must have killed his opponents.

You can only fight with your physical advantage!
After thinking for a while, Fujii tree took the initiative to meet him, holding the sword in his right hand, and the swordsman slashed down the cassock. He blocked the blow with his horizontal sword, and kicked the swordsman several meters away. , fell to the ground.

The swordsman on the ground struggled to get up, and Fujii Shu's sword flew towards him. His movement slowed down a beat, and the two figures staggered. The swordsman's head fell from his neck and rolled several times in the pile of dead leaves. Eyes wide open.

It's done, isn't it too difficult?

Fujii tree let out a deep breath, and just after he relaxed, two swordsmen who were identical to replicas walked out of the mist.

Fuck, let's talk about martial arts!Two to one, right?
After complaining, the two swordsmen approached quickly, one on the left and the other on the right, drawing their swords and stabbing at the same time. Fujii's knife hit the swordsman on the left, and took away one of them.

After Zhong Jian lost consciousness, his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, it was this bamboo forest again. A swordsman walked out in the mist, and the reward reminder after the end of the game sounded in his ears.

"If the trial fails, the proficiency of sword skills will increase by 1%."

Try to kill him without getting hurt, otherwise the next level will be difficult.

Fujii, who had a trial experience, raised his sword and pointed it at the swordsman, with a clear understanding in his heart.

With a physique 4.5 times that of a normal person, without underestimating the enemy, he quickly killed a single swordsman without injury, and soon the next wave of two swordsmen appeared in the mist.

Not only did these two people not talk about martial arts in group battles, but they also cooperated very closely. One left and one right, Fujii Shu, each with a sword, always beheaded one, and was stabbed to death by the other. They failed more than a dozen times in a row.

Opening his eyes again and starting again, Fujii Shu stared at the sword of a single swordsman, beheaded it, picked it up and held it in his left hand.

If one sword can't deal with them, then try dual wielding.

He wasn't sure if this would work, so he welcomed the next wave of trials with the attitude of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The white mist surged, and two swordsmen appeared on bamboo clogs. Fujii Shu, who was in the state of dual swords, took the initiative to meet them for the first time.

The right hand stabs with a knife, and the left hand holds a sword to block. When they meet each other, one of the two swordsmen falls to the ground, while the other takes a few steps back to assume a defensive posture in the middle.

It worked, and now it's stable.

For the first time, Fujii killed the swordsman in the second stage without injury. If there is only one opponent left, he can easily win.

Holding two knives, he slashed at the only remaining swordsman. The swordsman blocked the attack, but his power was far greater than his slash, making him stiff for a moment.

The Taidao in his left hand stabbed straight, and the throat of the breathless swordsman was pierced, revealing a sharp edge, and the blood spilled like a spring.

"Pfft!"

Withdrawing the sword cleanly and putting down the swordsman, Fujii Shu looked a little proud, but it didn't last long, and the outlines of the four figures in the mist were revealed.

Haven't reached the command gate yet?
He looked at the four swordsmen. The difficulty of this attack is not as simple as multiplying the number by two. Swordsmen who are proficient in joint strikes will definitely give him a hard boost.

"Ding! One hundred trial opportunities have been used, and the best result is the third level."

"Sword: LV2/63%."

It wasn't until the next morning that a hundred encounters in the bamboo forest were over. If it wasn't for the virtual trial, Fujii Shu, who was probably riddled with holes, opened his eyes on the bed. On the familiar ceiling, the chandelier was still emitting light. With a faint glow, it was already early morning outside.

I tried the double-sword style, and I can enter the third level with the single-sword style, but it still can't solve the battle of four swordsmen at the same time.

He raised his upper body and let out a long sigh. After a night of practice, he didn't feel tired at all. It was really amazing.

Day after day classes still have to be attended, unlike Suhara who has entered FC Tokyo Football Club, Fujii has about half a year left in his high school career.

Going downstairs to sit at the dining table, Uncle Tianhai, wearing a Cardcaptor Sakura apron, served a breakfast, toast, fried eggs, and a slice of bacon.

Let's ask Minister Ichikawa for advice. After all, he is a teacher.

He made up his mind to clean up the breakfast on the table, and rushed out of the house with his schoolbag on his shoulder.

"Wait, haven't you drunk the milk yet?"

Uncle Tianhai shouted from behind, and Fujii waved his hand, got on his bicycle, and drove into the street where the first morning light came.

"Fujii-san, homework."

As soon as he came to the classroom and took his seat, the class monitor, Akiyama Chika, approached him to urge him to do his homework. Fujii opened his shoulder schoolbag and handed in two test papers. Simple and difficult little things.

"Today is the day to fill out the letter of intent for further studies. Please fill it out carefully. No matter which university you want to go to, the school will contact the university of your choice in advance before the central examination in January next year. As long as you can pass the score line, you can participate. The second exam, after the comprehensive score, decides whether to enter a higher school."

At the beginning of the class, Mr. Miyagi asked Chika Akiyama to hand out paper forms one by one, and the students who had good things raised their hands and said.

"Teacher, what should I do if I want to go to a short college?"

"Are you an idiot?" Someone complained.

"Stop shivering."

The students in the classroom burst into laughter. They went to Hachioji High School, which has a very high deviation value. I have never heard of a few of them going to short-term colleges (equivalent to domestic junior colleges). This is obviously making trouble.

Everyone had a form, and the students bowed their heads to fill it out. Most of them already had their favorite university, but Fujii was as slow as a salty fish and couldn't write, even though his grades were not a big problem in Shangdong University.

After thinking about it, he thought of a great man he admired in his previous life, who also studied at a university in Tokyo, although the gap between this university and Tokyo University is obvious, the gap between the first and No.12.

In my life, I don't need a degree to prove myself, just choose it.

He wrote down the five fonts neatly in Chinese characters. He didn't fill in the second and third wishes. It was a surefire thing to think about. It is not a problem to enter any university in the island country as a special student, even the Ivy League schools in the United States.

Azusa Hase in the back seat pursed her lips, instead of peeking at Fujii's wishes, she took a deep breath and filled in the name of an unfamiliar university.

Rin Kamiya, who was seated next to her, wrote down Dongda University as her first choice. She has enough grades, plus her family background and long-term contacts with special government units. She can enter a prestigious school like Dongda University with zero points. The so-called privileged class That's who she is.

Fujii tree, he should also choose Tokyo University, right?And this follower, most likely will follow suit.

Turning the gel pen in the palm of his hand, Kamiya Rin looked at the Fujii tree on the side seat. He was sitting in front of the desk, watching the sparrows on the cherry tree outside the window. It is now the end of September, the cherry blossoms are gone, and there are only oval trees on the tree. Shaped leaves flutter in the wind, and one or two leaves will fall from time to time, slowly falling into the soil.

The young man's profile is at the best stage of his life, his skin is as clear as white jade, slightly flushed, the outline of his chin is like a shallow line carefully drawn by a painter, soft and graceful, under the high bridge of the nose, the lips are pursed The angle is just right, and even the inconspicuous Adam's apple on the neck can stir people's emotions.

Only such a perfect individual can meet the standard of my other half. Other men are too bad.

Rin Kamiya was a little touched to think that even if measured by Fujii's golden fingers, her own charm would not be lower than 1.8, not much worse than Fujii's.

Fujii-san, did you make a mistake?

After collecting all the students' application forms, Mrs. Miyagi was taken aback for a moment. In her mind, a student like Fujii, a genius with both academic ability and sports, should choose Tokyo University.

After class, she called Fujii Shu to the teacher's office alone. When she transferred to another school, the office was full of teachers. At this time, there was only a middle-aged bald math teacher left.

Mr. Miyagi took out another volunteer form and handed it over, but Fujii didn't answer it.

"Fujii-san, did you make a mistake in filling in your application?"

Miyagi-sensei did not give up, but asked.

"Waseda University, did you make a mistake?"

Fujii responded suspiciously, is it not possible to write the name of the university in Chinese characters?
"There are better choices for your grades. You can choose prestigious schools such as Tokyo University or Kyoto University."

Mr. Miyagi persuaded with earnestness that this is a key multiple-choice question in life, and one should not answer it wrong just because of momentary overthinking.

So this is ah?

Fujii immediately understood Mr. Miyagi's thoughts, and replied with a smile.

"Teacher, I don't want to get involved with elite students across the country anymore. Schools are places for teaching and educating people. I think Waseda University is pretty good."

"Well, as a teacher, I can only give you advice, but it's a pity."

Miyagi-sensei finally compromised, put away the form, and sent a text message to Principal Sakura after Fujiiki left. God knows why the principal paid special attention to a student named Fujiiki.

In the high-end and luxurious tavern, Principal Sakura, who was socializing, got up to say goodbye to the guests, walked to the Japanese-style garden outside, and took out his mobile phone.

Why?Want to choose this kind of university that can't get into the top ten?
Principal Sakura read the text message and showed unwillingness. In fact, Fujii didn’t have to choose Tokyo University. There are world-class universities such as Kyoto University to choose from in the island country. Fujii, who has won the high school national competition champion and Koshien champion, is already Well-known high school students in the country will naturally enter prestigious schools, and then they will make a lot of publicity. Next year's enrollment will definitely be more and better than in previous years. In the current era of declining birthrates, it is a strong medicine.

Honestly enter Dongda University, even I can directly arrange special admission without examination, and then graduate and enter a big company such as a bank to be a winner in life, isn't it good?
Holding the phone tightly, Principal Sakura's face became gloomy. Today's voluntary form was filled out by him, and he did not expect such a mistake.

Mr. Fujii, I can only revise your mind. This is related to the future of the school.

After graduating from Tokyo University, he looked down on President Sakura of Waseda University from the bottom of his heart, and made up his mind to completely correct Fujii's wrong outlook on life. Being a top talent is the only choice for these elites.
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After school, Fujii Shu, Kamiya Rin, and Hase Azusa came to the Kendo Club together. Minister Rikichi Ichikawa is also instructing the club members today. There is still half a year before graduation. It is necessary to cultivate the next batch of main members.

"The skill of group battle?"

Fujii took the initiative to find him. After talking about his intentions, Ichikawa Rikichi was obviously a little hesitant. It wasn't that he couldn't answer, but that it involved the essence of his ancestral Ichikawa Ichidou style.

It's impossible for him to learn it just by performing it once, right?
Ichikawa Rikichi looked at the expecting Fujii tree, and decided to give it a try, otherwise Rin Kamiya next to him would start to mock again, and he couldn't lose face as a man.

"You, you, and you and him, put on the protective gear and attack me together."

Four sophomore members were named. Their level is probably around the second or third dan of kendo, and they are already the strongest group of sophomore members.

"Fujii-san, please be careful, my pace, if you want to fight against the crowd, how you move is the key."

Ichikawa Rikichi kindly pointed out the main points in advance, so that Fujii would not see something. If he can conquer him through his own performance and let him join his own Ichikawa Gym, Dad should be happy too, right?
(End of this chapter)