Hero Tomie

Ice Emperor Academy High School.

The tennis club, which accommodates more than [-] members, is still bustling. The members who fell under Keigo Atobe's suit pants in the junior high school are still following in the footsteps of the ice emperor after entering the high school.

The ice emperor academy has set up from the preschool education department to the university department, and there is little change in the personnel from the middle school to the high school. From the tennis department, it can be seen that the candidates are still those of the middle school tennis club.

This is their last summer. After graduating from high school, a large number of people will not choose to go directly to the Ice Emperor University Department, but will study in more professional and excellent schools according to their future plans.

For example, Keigo Atobe, the emperor who has controlled the Hyotei Academy for six years, will go to England after graduating from high school.

This is also the last chance for the support team to cheer for them.As if to seize this last chance, this group of extremely elegant girls cheered regardless of their appearance, and their voices hovered over the tennis court, hotter than the summer sun.

Today is a bit different, not only the shouting and cheering disappeared, but even the tennis court is much empty.

"What's going on next door?" Atobe walked off the court, and Emperor Hua took his racket and handed him a towel and light salt water in time.

Atobe sat down under the parasol, replaced the light salt water with pure water in his hand, squinted with silver-gray phoenix eyes, and the people who usually surrounded the tennis court went to the next door.

"Shouldn't that guy be in the Biological Observation Agency today?"

After three years, Shinozu still finds it inconceivable that Atobe can tolerate someone sharing his brilliance, but after thinking about it, he can understand, after all, the object is that person.

"The archery club is busy today," Yushi Shinozu wiped the fog from his glasses, "Kujo Sakurajiro, this year he has been promoted from the middle school to the high school."

"Huh?" Atobe leaned on the recliner casually, closed his eyes and enjoyed the shade, and waited for Renzu to continue. "I remember him, he led the Chubu Kyudo Club to win the national championship two years ago."

"It seems that you are his idol." Ninja said with a smile, "If you want to learn from you, the first thing you do when you get promoted is to become the president of the archery club."

"Hmph." Atobe sneered shortly, and raised his eyelids, "I have no self-knowledge. My uncle will not rush to challenge before he understands the situation. Success is based on absolute mastery of the opponent."

"It's no wonder that the junior middle school archery club led by Jiujo has won the national championship for two consecutive years. In the third year of junior high school, it accidentally missed and lost to Fengwu High School by an arrow. On the other hand, the best score in the senior high school seems to be Fifth place in the country." Ninjazu explained.

Atobe grabbed the towel covering his face and glanced at Shinobu.

"Didn't many people compare the archery club with the tennis club at that time? They won the championship for two consecutive years, but accidentally missed it in the third year." Ren Zu put on his glasses and pushed back the ice-blue hair that blocked his view. "Some people even say that it should not be compared with Ice Emperor's tennis club, but with Li Hai Dailai, who also won the championship twice in a row. Kujo wants to challenge all members of the archery club. Is it exactly the same as you did?"

"Atobe Atobe! Today's training is over!" Akutagawa Jiro ran off the field happily, his soft curly hair sticking to his skin after sweating, "Can I go to the next door to see?"

Atobe raised his eyes and glanced at Akutagawa Jirou's opponent, the second-year main candidate, bowed his head in shame, and consciously picked up the racket to continue training.

"That sounds very interesting!" Akutagawa Jiro said excitedly, "At the beginning, I was thinking, when you beat everyone in the tennis club, Atobe, and declared yourself to be the head of the tennis club, a member of the tennis club suddenly appeared and defeated you. How interesting!"

Hearing that, the other people who finished training and ended up fantasizing about that scene.

It's too beautiful to look at.

"Then I will admit him," Atobe raised his eyebrows chicly, "In your opinion, I am such a person who can't afford to lose? And Jiro, even if you decide to go straight to the University of Hyotei, you will be rejected if your grades are too poor." Back off. Read less useless novels."

"People are coming." Rijiruo's eyes caught a figure passing outside the tennis court, wearing a traditional bow hakama uniform with a white top and a black bottom, walking slowly with a long bow on his back, and the shade of the trees cast mottled light and shadow on his body .

Like a breeze blowing away the heat of summer, the man walked in a distant and peaceful painting, passing through the hustle and bustle, and his clothes were not stained with any dust.

The noisy archery hall fell silent, and the crowd of onlookers retreated like a sea of ​​Moses, making way for them.The crazy girl who would scream for Atobe wanted to hold her breath at this moment, her admiring eyes followed the man, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

"Thank you." He thanked the boy who opened the dojo door for him. His voice was clear and cold, like ice melting into water in early spring, flowing from the mountains and forests, with a sense of alienation and coldness.

The boy who was thanked stuttered, unable to restrain his beating heart, his cheeks flushed due to the sudden rise in body temperature, his shining eyes closely followed the man's back, completely ignoring the jealous eyes around him.

"Is it finally here?" Kujo Sakurajiro, who was holding a bow, looked at the person coming, his eyes paused on the other person's face. "I've heard of you, Tomie Kawakami."

Kawakami Tomie, whose name is another way of writing beautiful, is a person who can spend a whole winter by burning love letters for warmth.

"But it's not about archery." Seeing the real person, Kujo Sakurajiro believed that the rumors were true. It was a man who made Hyotei Academy terminate the school beauty review for three consecutive years.

Even a private aristocratic school like Hyotei Academy, many places are the same as ordinary public schools. For example, every year new students enter the school, and the top is selected among a group of young and beautiful girls.Students who study at Ice Emperor Academy generally have a good family background.The girls cultivated are either noble and elegant or gentle and demure, all have a unique temperament cultivated since childhood.The school beauty selection of Hyotei Academy is not superficial and only looks at appearance.

However, this activity has not been carried out for three consecutive years.

After all, you can't frivolously put the title of school beauty on a man, and you can't deny that Tomie Kawakami is the most beautiful person in the entire Hyotei Academy.

She was so beautiful that she would be ashamed to stand next to him.Where he is, it is a kind of irony to put the word "school flower" on anyone other than him.

"Sorry to bother you." Fujiwara Hanachi, the third grade class B of Ice Emperor Academy, the president of the archery club, apologized to Tomie with an embarrassed expression. "Someone invite you here."

Fu Jiang took off the longbow on his back, and some members hurried to take it, and someone brought him the drum he put in the club cabinet.The three-fingered tuft made of deerskin, the inner layer is soft and pure white cotton.

"No need," Fu Jiang shook his head and rejected the good intentions, "It will end soon."

Kujo Sakurajiro's eyes suddenly became dangerous, he felt insulted.

"Then I will cooperate with you." Jiu Tiao also took off his gloves, "I am a martial arts department, and I am not very good at etiquette. I think the complicated etiquette can be ignored." He separated his feet and turned sideways, his arm muscles bulging , slowly draw the bow, and let go quickly after pulling it in place.

Duh—

In a row of targets 35 meters away, dozens of feathered arrows have been inserted into the target facing Kujo.There were also a few arrows stuck in the surrounding targets here and there, very few of them hit the target, and there were a few missed arrows scattered on the ground.More arrows were on the standard target at 28 meters, and the number of nine hits at 35 meters was astonishing.

"Shooting is the criterion for judging victory or defeat. I will lead the Bow Emperor High School Kyudo Club to become the champion of the national competition." Kujomian looked at his target with a smile, as if he had already led the Kyudo Club to stand on the stage. The podium of the national competition. "Don't force it too much, it will allow you to place the target closer."

Kujo said it lightly, and the contempt contained in it filled the members of the Kyudo Club with righteous indignation. The vice-minister Dahe Caizi and the president of the Tomie Support Club clenched their fists so hard that their nails pierced their palms.

Fu Jiang held his bow and stood silently. His tall and straight figure was like a green pines and cypresses standing on the top of a mountain, unshakable by the wind or snow.

The club members cleared most of the targets on the shooting range, and 60 meters away, there was only one target with a diameter of one meter.

Take out two feathered arrows from the quiver, find the right position according to the eight-section shooting method, step on the two feet, stabilize the upper body, put the arrow on the string, raise both hands above the top of the head, slowly sink and pull the bowstring, and reach the position at the level of your line of sight .

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, watching Fu Jiang's every move obsessively.Every movement is so graceful and smooth, pleasing to the eye and yet powerful.Standing on the shooting range, Tomie Kawakami seemed to emit a layer of light white light all over his body, which was so holy that people felt an urge to worship him.

The flowing movements are played in slow motion in the eyes of everyone. In fact, it only takes a dozen seconds from stepping on the ground to aiming at the target.

Letting go of the fingers, the arrow pierced the air and set off a storm. The arrow feathers dragged thousands of stars, shot out with an unstoppable momentum, and firmly nailed to the farthest target, hitting the red heart.

The bow dojo was silent.

"Drink!" A neat shout sounded in the archery hall. Under the leadership of the head of the archery department, Fujiwara Hanachi, the members of the archery department have resumed their normal training queue, applauding the arrow with excitement and admiration.

At 60 meters, Kujo Sakurajiro was sweating from his temples, staring at the target in disbelief, feeling an urge to pick up a tape measure to measure the distance.

弓道场的标准靶距是28米，男性用弓拉力在18—22KG。九条自己有绝对把握的靶距是34米，尝试过的极限是41米，定制的弓拉力为30KG。

Kawakami Tomie's arrow has a target distance of 60 meters, and a conservative estimate of the pulling force is above 40KG.The posture is standard and the movement is smooth, and the shooting is accurate and calm, without any force.

Blame... a monster? !

Another orderly shout interrupted Kujo's contemplation. While he was distracted for a while, Tomie Kawakami shot another arrow, which was still firmly nailed to the 60-meter target.

Deputy Minister Ayako Dahe stood on one side holding the quiver in person, restraining her heart that was about to burst out of her chest, holding her breath and watching Tomie Kawakami shoot twelve arrows from the quiver one after another, all of them hitting the bullseye of the 60-meter target. A miss.

From the beginning, the Kyudo Club cheered for him, to the end, all the people outside the Kyudo Club cheered in unison.Absolute silence during the preparations, neat and powerful applause when the target hits the target, orderly.

After shooting a group of arrows, Fu Jiang gathered his steps, turned around and saluted everyone in the Archery Department.

"Thank you very much!" Minister Fujiwara Hanachi led the other members to return the gift.

"I'll take my leave first. Thank you, Vice President." Fu Jiang took the bow that Dahe Caizi had packed for him, nodded slightly, turned and left.

"Wait a minute!" Kujo Sakurajiro blocked Tomie's way, "Why didn't you participate in the archery club's competition? You didn't play in the national competition."

"It's too rude, Kujo-kun, please pay attention to your words and deeds." Fujiwara Hanachi said sharply, and several male members of the archery department quickly stood up to stop Kujo Sakurajiro who was about to approach Tomie, and forced Kujo back by virtue of the number of people , to make way for Fu Jiang. "We recognize your strength, but it doesn't mean you can tell others what to do. Not everyone is like you, learning archery just to pursue the pleasure and sense of hitting."

With his bow on his back, Fu Jiang walked unhurriedly out of the way the crowd made way for.Come and go, no difference.

It should be able to catch up, Fu Jiang looked down at his right hand, showing a quiet smile.As short as a sudden snowflake in summer, it is fleeting, making one wonder if it ever existed.

"The work of the Biological Observation Club ended early." Atobe, wearing the coat of the tennis club, leaned against the barbed wire outside the tennis court, and said to Tomie who passed by. "Today the activity room will be disinfected."

Fu Jiang's indifferent expression cracked, and his eyes were full of despair like the end of the world.

"The student union has received a proposal from the Biological Observation Agency. Because the animals raised often suffer from unexplained hair loss and baldness, they have applied to the school for a veterinarian."

"Hair loss and baldness for unknown reasons?" Atobe sneered, walked slowly from the shade of the trees with his arms around him to Tomie, raised his eyebrows and looked at the aloof Tomie, "It's because you touched the baldness! Plush Control also has a limit, Tomie Kawakami."