Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Some time has passed since the unprecedented battle between the fierce ghost dragon kings and the eight new stars of the Sheqi family.

During this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka spent most of his time reading literature or busy with his duties as a student, such as————

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Tokyo time, April 9, 2006, 12 o'clock in the morning, Friday, the weather was cloudy.

Bursts of rain hit the windows on both sides of the dance hall of Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School. The ticking sound was like the chaotic ups and downs of a novice playing a piano. Layers of water droplets clung to it, disrupting the light entering the dance hall like a curtain.

Muffled thunder rolled back and forth in the cumulonimbus clouds, but the hall was unusually quiet.

The woman was sitting in a corner of the stage. There were no additional lights around her, so the long black hair that poured down like a waterfall was scattered on her back, falling along the graceful curves, and shining outside the window. cold white.

"You are here, President."

The black-haired woman suddenly spoke. Her hips were placed on her ankles, her upper body was straight, her hands were placed on her knees in a regular manner, her body was dignified and cold, her eyes were not squinting, her indifferent eyes seemed to hide the eagles hovering in the sky, cold and sharp, dead Staring into the deep darkness on the other side of the stage.

"I'm coming, Yukiho."

The person who responded to her was also a young girl. Her voice was sweet and clear. It made people's hearts tingle when they first heard it. It was different from the sweetness of honey, just like citrus soaked in salt water. The tone is uplifting but not annoying. It has the contradictory charm of "lazy yet energetic" that is unique to female junior high school students and high school students.

The girl stepped out from the shadows on the stage, her shoulder-length orange-red hair extremely eye-catching.

"You're here after all." The black-haired woman sighed.

"I'm here after all." The red-haired girl was determined.

"I know you will definitely come." The black-haired woman sighed again.

"I must come." The red-haired girl confirmed for the second time.

The words spoken by both sides are really confusing. I just feel that there is an ancient style of chivalry, which is the martial arts scene active in the 1960s and 1970s. It seems that the rain here is washing the scarlet after the swords and halberds are clashing, and the wind blowing is ancient. The wind blows through the graves among the tombs lined with monuments.

It seems that the black-haired woman is not wearing the pure white judo uniform of Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School Judo Club, but a tattered but chilling samurai raincoat condensed with blood.

"Xue Sui~ What a fool, do you really dare to wait for me here?"

The citrus-scented girl raised the corners of her mouth and looked unusually calm. She deliberately prolonged the rhythm of her speech, and her voice rose and fell just like a top voice actor possessed. A strong sense of oppression gradually filled the entire venue.

The light in the black-haired woman's eyes relaxed for a moment, but it was not extinguished.

"No need to say more."

The cold words seemed to be some kind of signal. The huge dance hall was originally extremely silent, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of mechanical twisting and gear matching. Along with that sound, a pale light also fell in the shape of a column, illuminating it. Two people on stage.

The girl named Xuesui raised her eyes, revealing her fair and beautiful face, and spoke loudly.

"The year before last, at the club's recruitment meeting, the first club joint director, Karate Research Department director Goto-senpai, fought against the president and was defeated by eight points. Afterwards, he retired sadly and chose to inherit his family's screw factory."

"Last year, in the finals of the sports meeting, Kuramoto-senpai, who was the second director of the association department and the director of the track and field department, competed with the president for a thousand meters, and finally lost eight places. After a strange scream that echoed through the sky, he announced that he had given up running. He resolutely joined the animation research club and vowed to make Unit 1."

"I saw the seniors slumped on their chairs and crying. I will never forget those scenes."

Xuesui stood up, but she did not put her hands on the ground during this process.

The arches of those white and delicate feet were the first to exert force, and the leg muscles tightened. The part that touched the ground gradually moved forward from the arch of the feet, and finally only the toes were used. The whole person slowly stood up, and finally stood on the stage.

Sitting upright, what powerful muscles are there? !

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched with interest, but Muscular Man Yukiho hadn't finished speaking yet.

"At that moment, I was thinking, if I can become the successor to the position of joint minister of the society, I must win everything! Now that the end is in front of me, I must consider whether this will be the only opportunity in my life!"

"It is our duty to rebuild the glory of the United Federation of Societies!"

"The third-generation club union director! Judo club president, Mizushima Yukiho, 行きまーす (attack)!————"

The girl's voice full of determination continued to echo, while the student council president closed his eyes and smiled frivolously without making any rebuttal.

This is a destined showdown.

The president of the student council versus the director of the joint department of the club, this is a curse that has been passed down for three generations and is called fate!

Fujimaru Ritsuka then raised her head, and the light fell on her face, revealing her eye-catching icy skin. Elegant and unsullied, she has a spirit of her own, her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, her peach cheekband is like a quiet orchid before she speaks, and she is indescribably heroic and elegant.

The girl is not tall, but her body proportions are perfect. She is wearing the uniform provided by Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School. The simple black and white sports coat makes people look like a Brioni Italian custom-made suit.

As pretty as a peach in three springs, as pure as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns.

If you ask how to describe this girl's appearance, most people will just naturally spit out unintelligible poems like this, because the brain naturally feels that using vernacular to describe her beauty seems to be blasphemy.

"Then come."

When the red-haired girl opened her eyes again, there was no room for forgiveness in her citrus-colored eyes, leaving only the indifferent gaze of a noble king looking down at the world. This sight had no warmth, but it seemed to burn Minister Xuesui's heart. She looked at those eyes and suddenly became furious, striding forward and letting out a low roar.

"Fujimaru Tachi↑↓!!!——————"

The beast roared. It was a destructive momentum that must not be collided head-on. It swept over like a huge wave rising from the horizon. Xuesui's snow-white judo uniform was pressed against her young body by inertia and the swift wind. Looking a little bloated, the girl's hands were like snakes reaching out, without even a moment's hesitation!

"Hoho, instead of running away, are you approaching me? To me, Fujimaru Ritsuka?!"

The girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her hand and crossed. If there was a glimpse, the two seemingly slender forearms collided with each other, making a horrifying muffled sound. Yukiho felt the pain that kept coming from her arms and frowned.

But she clenched her roots, not retreating, but pressing forward as fast as rain falling!

Yukiho's eyes focused and she shifted her weight forward, took a half-step, and pressed down with her left hand. Seeing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka also moved his hand away, as if drawing an invisible arc while releasing the force.

Rubbing, sweeping, sliding, pressing, and dialing, seemingly simple actions are repeated continuously, and the speed increases.

The arms were fighting in mid-air, creating a series of dazzling white afterimages, followed by a series of deep sounds. The movements were neat and without any hesitation, as if the film of a martial arts movie was being projected at twice the speed. I couldn't imagine that these two young people were Girls Confrontation.

The two of them fluttered their hands, maintaining a distant look, not sticking together, and only making minimal collisions.

Faster, faster!

This is by no means a weak temptation, but a real competition for both sides' understanding of "martial arts"!

because

"Foolish hands." Fujimaru Ritsuka raised the corners of his mouth, smiling from top to bottom like a master from outside the world giving instructions to his juniors. "Judo doesn't teach you this."

Indeed, Chi Shou is a unique training form of Wing Chun, with the purpose of training the tactile response of both hands to achieve the application goals of tactics such as "come, stay, and send" and "throw hands away". Judo generally does not involve such techniques, but strives to defeat the enemy with one blow by directly grasping the naomon, kosode, barb, waist handle and other parts.

To tell why she did this

"If you don't do this, you won't be able to catch your clothes at all."

Yukiho's momentum was getting higher and higher. It was as if she had a red eye. Looking at her and Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms, her face was flushed. Her pink tongue swept across her dry lips, and her hands moved faster and faster. .

"But the president——"

Smoothly moving in circles to remove the opponent's power, Xuesui suddenly changed her rhythm, her center of gravity swayed, her body stagnated, and she stabbed through the air with her straight hand while turning sideways.

"Don't let me look down on you!!"

The moment Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his hand to stop him, Yukiho suddenly took a big step and put her foot against his calf. The piercing hand suddenly reached down and unexpectedly grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka and the student union. Long sleeves!

Alas! bingo!

"Na! Na! How are you feeling now!!"

The girl is ecstatic.

This palm, one grasp, seems simple, but only Xuesui himself knows

This second, this scene was the result of her 3,624 simulations!

"Three years, three years! Do you know how I got here in the past three years?!"

The girl held the small sleeve tightly and roared with a ferocious smile.

Every day, every day, I simulate fighting with you, lingering in front of the student union room to peek at you chatting with other people, checking the music you requested on the radio station, watching in the cafeteria three tables away What do you eat every day? When your class is on duty, take over the garbage bag to see what you have thrown away. Go to the activity room and touch the chair where your body temperature is still there.

"This move is my three years of skill!"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, I'm going to blow you away!!"

Bar Tou, Da Nei Mao, Hands Back Tou, Shoulder Cart, Body Drop, countless choices come to you in an instant, and the brain makes the most correct judgment in an instant.

The results of more than three thousand simulations began to line up. When Fujimaru Ritsuka tensed her thighs and kicked into his arms, Yukiho Han naturally made the most correct reaction.

She moved her delicate buttocks back a few centimeters, her arms quickly slid down and hooked onto the inner thighs of Fujimaru Ritsuka, while her body moved sideways!

He moved his body straight towards his opponent, with their chests touching each other and no bend in their waists. The left leg was swung high back to transmit power, and the left side of the upper body immediately bent toward the ground, suddenly leaning forward.

The right leg was the point of exertion, as if a heavy hammer fell straight from the Arasaka Tower, and the deafening sound of treading on the ground swept through the entire hall!

A smooth and continuous beating! Fast attack without any stagnation! A move beyond human intelligence!

The murderous intention created by condensing three years of time overwhelmed Ritsuka Fujimaru. At this moment, she was dragged into the air by this huge force riding on Qiao Jin. Neither her hands or feet could exert force, and the only movable arm was still close to Yukiho's shoulder.

There is no way to save it!

Fujimaru Ritsuka has been defeated! !

Just when Yukiho was so convinced——

Her vision blurred.

That was not an exaggeration, but the figure in front of her suddenly sped up. Her retinas and brain also stopped working, and she could only capture an afterimage and the feeling of falling that followed.

Then, the world was spinning, and a pain came from the sides of the cheeks and neck. It was as if the body had been thrown into a washing machine in [thorough cleaning] mode, with no sense of direction.

A few somatosensory seconds passed before a deafening sound of shattering wooden boards sounded in her ears. The shaking lens returned to normal, and she could see the picture clearly.

Why is the president upside down?

No, if it were turned upside down, I should be able to see the white belly button exposed under the president's coat. It must be soft, smooth, and fragrant. But now there is no sign of that!

The one who is upside down is me.

On the stage, Xuesui swayed stupidly, standing upside down with her head on the ground, as if she was completely embedded in the template of the stage. The coldness of the board calmed her brain down and she began to recall what had just happened.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was in the air, suddenly used the remaining hand on her shoulder to exert force, spinning in the direction of the original throw, and then touched the ground with both hands to exert force, while her legs in mid-air were clamped It hit Xuesui's head, and Xuesui was thrown directly into the floor under the force of the second acceleration.

Eh? is it possible?

The answer is: yes.

Xuesui had seen a similar judo duel on TV. The two masters competed wildly in mid-air. They spun in the air countless times and fell down. Neither of them landed on their backs.

Real judo masters are almost as close to cats as they can hardly land on their backs if they don't want to.

Two judo masters = perpetual motion machine, the theoretical proof is complete!

Is this enough to win a Nobel Prize? (meditation

Many thoughts flashed through Yukiho's brain in an instant, and the person who helped her return to her senses was Fujimaru Ritsuka who walked towards her.

"...I lost." Xuesui stood on her head and said weakly.

"You lost." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in agreement.

The killing warrior will eventually come to an end. Her sword, as straight and white as the moonlight, was broken, her dignity was also broken, and many of her things were completely bent and damaged by the woman in front of her!

Looking down at the loser, Fujimaru Ritsuka no longer looked as arrogant as before, and her expression gradually softened.

She pulled out Xuesui that was inserted straight into the ground, turned it 90° and held it in her arms. Xuesui didn't resist, she just looked at the red-haired girl blankly, counting her eyelashes that were so close.

"Am I going to give up judo too?"

Her voice was low, as if she was terminally ill and about to die soon.

"I don't know, it's up to you to decide."

The girl is serious.

"Xue Sui, this is a story started by you yourself."

Fujimaru Ritsuka put her left hand under Yukiho's shoulder blade, her fingers were tucked under her left armpit, and her right hand was placed on the crook of her leg, as if she were hugging a princess, her eyes sparkling.

"but."

"Goto-senpai and Kuramoto-senpai never ran away, they just found out what they really should do after asking themselves."

".Eh?"

"Whether it is to continue to pursue martial arts and compete in the arena, or to forge the fundamentals of craftsmanship with ingenuity, or to nurture monsters on the wall of the heart with pure and sincere love, these are the freedoms of youth."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice suddenly turned solemn, singing loudly like a Western opera.

"The same goes for Yukiho. Whether you pursue judo or focus on your studies, I heard from your classmates that you are still writing romance novels recently, so it's not a bad idea to strive in any direction. But-"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were soft.

"As the student council president, no matter which path you choose, I will be watching."

"When you are on the right track, I will cheer for you. When you are down, I will drink MAX coffee with you under the sunset on the top floor of the teaching building. When you go astray, I will wake you up with STF. And when you cross the crossroads with your head held high, I am willing to be the stone barrier you will eventually cross on the way forward, allowing you to move to a higher place."

"So, ttk Yukiho, Ichimotatakai."

"you are free."

The girl's lowered eyes are so loving, and her soul is so holy, like a loving mother embracing her child, the Virgin holding the hand of the innocent, like God taking pity on his creation, like the wind blowing across Marine Lake, like Butchart of flowers blooming.

From an outsider's perspective, there seemed to be light flickering behind the girl.

No, there is indeed light!

I saw the light in the dance hall suddenly change, and the originally pale lights became more concentrated and holy, hitting the girl behind, as if countless wings were stretching towards the sky.

Raphael, it's Raphael!

He is an angel who falls into the human world and performs healing, the angel who rules over the next day! Lord of powerful angels! Guardian of the Tree of Life in Eden! One of the seven angels standing in front of the Throne of God!

It is the pure white that heals all evil and hurt!

Yukiho's face trembled, her eyes and expressions changed in an instant, and finally she suddenly buried her face into Fujimaru Ritsuka's chest, her body curled up, twitching, and sobs could be heard.

This scene seemed like the drama had come to an end.

Suddenly, there was a continuous clicking sound in the originally dark dance hall. The original single beam of light was completely covered, the whole place lit up, and the darkness under the stage became clear.

Under the stage, there were thousands of students, teachers, and parents who came to visit and study, with dark red banners hanging above their heads that read "Swaying Youth!" Burning passion! Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School—The 23rd Academy Art Performance]

At this time, the people below were all wearing red headbands and the same sportswear as Fujimaru Ritsuka. When they saw the lights come on, they first paused for a moment in a pretentious manner, and then——

The sound as if the floor was about to overturn came rolling in!

"The president is so handsome..."

"President (screaming hoarsely)!!!"

"Fuck me!!"

"Monitor Niu [beep——"

"President, the wind on the rooftop is very strong. Today's style is extremely biting. My eyelids jumped countless times when I looked at the bustling city with lights and lights. I swung my arms filled with anger and smashed 108 windows, breaking 38 windows. A 5G high-end, high-speed, high-quality mobile phone. The glass shards pierced my clothes. What was broken was this heart that will never change for you. Take me away. How can I live without you?"

Listening to the earth-shattering cheers and the confessions secretly mixed in with the cheers, the girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka looked back, the sanctity on her face instantly melted and she revealed a cheerful smile, and her voice changed from the previous serious and serious to wild and uninhibited. It is the lively and enthusiastic voice that a junior high school girl should have, just like the voice of Yang Jiao.

"Hey, hey, hey! Thank you all for your support! The above is the performance project "Mizushima's Bizarre Adventure" by Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mizushima Yukiho from the third grade of junior high school! It tells the fateful showdown between the three generations of club co-department ministers and student council presidents! PS! Colon, adapted from a true story~~"

Obviously, except for the fighting part, which is based on Hirohiko Araki's manga and is extremely realistic and high-level, the rest of it can be said to be a mess.

Putting aside the inexplicable fate, the protagonist actually lost the final showdown and was instigated by the enemy to rebel after some unknown development. The villain actually quickly cleared his name in the last episode and even included the protagonist into his harem.

After 2006, isn't that the era of orthodox isekai? It's the golden age of toilet paper. A plot like this will definitely be a big hit in the light novel market (sad)

What, why do you want Fujimaru Ritsuka to know this? after all--

(I am a reborn person.)

Among the noisy sounds and people cheering and screaming, in this crazy sea, only the girl had different feelings in her heart. She seemed to be looking around at the booing crowd, but her eyes were not focused, as if she was missing something.

At this moment, Yukiho, who was in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms, spoke, and there was a hint of hoarseness in the muffled voice that interrupted Fujimaru Ritsuka's thinking.

"I know. In real life, Goto-senpai originally planned to inherit his family's factory, but he was always struggling with whether to resign as the Karate Minister, because it would affect his status in further studies."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

"I know."

"I also know that Kuramoto-senpai doesn't like running. He has always liked watching anime. One day after watching Naruto, he couldn't help but run at night on the school playground and was caught by the dean, so he became the president. .”

"I know too."

Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke softly.

"Actually, I know! I don't care about those two guys at all, I just...just want to make good memories with you before graduation!"

Yukiho, who was being held by the princess, suddenly stood up, and her white arms wrapped around her, strangling Fujimaru Ritsuka's head like a facehugger.

"I know this too"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, whose face was buried, said in shock.

"I really don't know that!"

"Senior, sukisu!!"

"We are in the same grade and class, right?!"

Yukiho's behavior immediately aroused public outrage, and the auditorium exploded almost instantly, boiling like an iron ball with thousands of degrees Celsius poured into Fanta.

"Slut, stop it!!"

"I come!!!"

"Fuck me!!"

"I miss you so much, President! I cried in bed for 9 hours, collapsed 1996 times, bumped into 903 times, the wall scratched my arm 8 times, hallucinated three times, auditory hallucinations nine times, and slapped myself 16 times. , I had a near-death experience. I fainted just now and woke up now. When I saw it was dark outside, I collapsed again because I couldn’t figure it out. Why are you so handsome and so capable? How did you do it? I miss you so much, President, you are the treasure in my heart————”

The scene was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and all the students were shouting like crazy. It was like a festival scene of an evil church, but the school leaders ignored it. They clapped their hands happily, as if they didn't see the chaotic dance hall. They looked around and pointed at the girl.

"Isn't that Ritsuka-kun who won the national award some time ago? Oh, this Fujimaru Ritsuka is really a——"

"It's a mixed race, the kind with extremely high purity."

At the same time, in the parents' seat in the back row of the audience on the stage, a woman wearing casual clothes and a red sunhat who had been looking down for a long time said to herself with a smile.

She walked toward the shadows with her back to the surging crowd, put her phone to her ear, and whispered.

"There is no problem with Ritsuka. The fierce ghosts have not moved during these days. Ritsuka is also in very good condition. It is better to say that it is a little too good. I suggest that we send someone over to check the mental status and speechlessness of the junior high school students. The spirit remains.”

The woman turned back, and the cheers in her ears almost shattered her eardrums. She looked solemnly at the orange girl on the stage, and the name of the caller was displayed on the exposed phone call interface——

【Source Zhisheng】

"Well, I'm ready for tonight."

"There is no need to worry. No matter how pedantic the elders and parents of this family are, she is Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"It's time to give the elders of our family a little bit of Lixiang shock."