My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

His shoulders and elbows were aching, and his blood and energy were gradually returning. That knee strike almost made Kamizumi Ono's eyesight go dark.

A hint of rust came up in her throat, and she swallowed it again.

Half-crouching down, adjusting his balance, Kamizumi Ono lowered his center of gravity and assumed a defensive posture, with a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

This is good, this is good!

The taste of blood rushes to the base of the tongue, and even with a bamboo knife, one can feel the excitement of fighting.

The guy in front of me is not the kind of obedient girl who comes from a religious background and only swings the sword according to the rules and scores points.

This is the taste of the same kind, an evil spirit who follows the essence of swordsmanship and has violence engraved into his bones.

Kamizumi Ono's eyes became increasingly excited, and the original pain was quickly relieved by the rapid secretion of adrenaline.

Jinguji Jori, who she considered to be of the same kind, still looked so indifferent, stepping closer and closer with a bamboo knife in hand.

Paying close attention to her footsteps and the hand holding the knife, Kamizumi Ono was able to capture her movements, which meant that the gap between the two in speed and reaction was not big.

How to attack it?

A top-down chop? Or use a crosscut to force her position?

Kamizumi Ono, who was concentrating completely, caught the next attack as expected. It was still a powerful slash, with no intention of concealing the deception.

Kamiizumi Ono bent over and rolled down on the spot. Having experienced the difference in strength once, she would never take it hard again.

While rolling, she swept the bamboo knife in her hand towards Jinguji Juri's ankle. If it were placed in a regular competition, her actions at this moment would have been illegal.

The bamboo sword in his hand was forced to stop. Jinguji Jori raised his foot to avoid the bamboo sword that was swung by the strong wind. He turned his wrist and turned the chop into a tease.

In Kendo Nine Shape Slashing, this is called headwind and is a relatively common variation.

Kamiizumi Ono rolled twice on the ground without any style, avoiding a blow that might have broken her jaw.

During the roll, the left and right hands had already completed the alternation. He swept his legs to force out of the position, turned over and jumped up, stabbing Juri Jinguji straight with his left hand.

Jinguji Jouri frowned slightly. Although Kamiizumi Ono's style of play didn't look good, it was indeed effective.

Lowering the center of gravity, rolling on the ground in an imageless manner, focusing on attacking the opponent's bottom plate, it is indeed a very shameless style of play for defense.

Jōri Jinguji didn't want to roll on the ground like her, she just wanted to get rid of her quickly.

Jōri Jinguji took a step back with her left foot, bent her body slightly, and used the bamboo sword in her hand to open up Uizumi Ono's thorn.

Turning his wrist, the two bamboo knives were entangled and clamped on each other.

Kamizumi Ono's steps slipped as he rushed forward, and his whole body fell instantly. He crossed his legs and cut Jinguji Jouri's calves, trying to knock her over.

But Jōri Jinguji took a step back in advance, shifted his center of gravity, stood firm, and made a fist with his free left hand.

This time, Kamiizumi Ono could no longer rely on rolling to dodge. The two bamboo swords were still clamping each other, but not only did she not panic, she became even more excited.

He released Jinguji Jouri's calf with his feet, released the bamboo sword with his left hand, raised it up on the ground, and kicked Jinguji Jouri's head sideways.

Having avoided the punch but lost his weapon, Ueizumi Ono's disadvantage seemed even more obvious.

Jinguji Jouri turned her head to avoid the kick, flew the bamboo knife away, and stabbed Uizumi Ono's abdomen heavily with the handle of the knife.

This time it was confirmed that Kamizumi Ono would lose his ability to fight and declare defeat.

But not only did she not avoid it, she raised her hands to meet the handle of the knife and pinched Jinguji Juri's wrist. She used the momentum of turning over to try to twist Jinguji Juri's wrist.

Wudatori, this is also a part of the swordsmanship. Just like the fight between the two just now, it is a normal ancient swordsmanship.

If you throw away your weapon, just use your fists. Even if you bite with your claws, it doesn't matter. Even if it's a move like sprinkling lime, as long as you can win, it won't matter.

As long as the weapon is forcibly taken from Jinguji Juri's hands, the situation will be reversed in an instant.

Jinguji Jori let go of his hand, and the bamboo knife fell from his hand, and then was kicked up by the black leather shoe and fell into the other hand.

Kamiizumi Ono is not the only one who can change his sword.

"Whoa!"

The handle of the bamboo knife stabbed Kamiizumi Ono hard in the lower abdomen. His whole body instantly arched up like a shrimp, and some gastric juice spit out from his mouth.

The caught wrist became Jinguji Juri's help. He grabbed the collar of his kendo uniform and threw it to the ground.

Two heavy blows before and after almost made Kamizumi Ono faint, her vision suddenly went dark, and the cold bamboo knife pressed against her neck.

"you lose."

It didn't last more than thirty seconds. It seemed so long, but in fact it was so fast that Tamaki Hikari, a bystander, didn't understand what was happening.

Jinguji Jouri swung his sword, Kamizumi Ono rolled, Kamizumi Ono counterattacked, the two of them got close, dropped the sword, kicked the knife, hit hard, and smashed with a backhand, all in one go.

Tamaki Hikaru couldn't quite see the dangerous plot in it. He only felt that Kamizumi Ono was being chased and beaten, and he took a risk to fight back and was severely beaten.

In fact, this was indeed the case. Ueizumi Ono was lying on the cold floor, recalling the brief but fierce confrontation just now.

Exciting, exciting, and the pain of being hit is nothing compared to this passionate feeling.

The only flaw is that he is too weak.

It's so weak that this feeling is fleeting, and even only you can enjoy this intense excitement unilaterally.

"Ahem.

Kamiizumi Ono coughed twice violently and spit out the exhaust gas that smelled of blood in his chest.

"Sorry"

"Why are you apologizing?"

Jōri Jinguji looked at her doubtfully and raised the bamboo sword.

"Huh? Aren't you not enjoying yourself to the fullest? It's because I'm weak."

"This is just a competition, what's the fun?"

Jōri Jinguji put the bamboo sword back on the shelf, not even a drop of sweat fell from his forehead, and his expression remained calm.

"Tamagi-san, I have done what I promised you."

"Well, please, please wait for me for a moment."

Tamaki Hikaru glanced at Kamizumi Ono who was lying on the ground, and sat next to her hesitantly.

"Senior, there shouldn't be any big problem with you, right?"

Looking at Kamiizumi Ono who was lying on the ground and seemed to have no strength to stand up, Tamaki Hikaru was a little lucky. Fortunately, he didn't commit suicide to the point of thinking of killing himself.

"It's okay. It won't be disabled. I can just cultivate for a while and it will be fine."

Kamiizumi Ono didn't care at all that he was beaten so badly. The expression on his face showed the residue of excitement and the distortion of pain gradually rising.

"But junior fellow student, where did you find such a monster? It's even less human than me."

This sentence was said relatively quietly, which made Tamaki Hikaru feel a little funny.

"Jinguji-san is quite normal, isn't he? Why don't you look like a human being? But, senior sister, are you really okay when you say that?"

"Oh, senior sister, I still know myself, so I won't brag about being an ordinary person."