In the blood circle, the Shimazu samurai and the Kazama samurai Majima fought again. Jibei Majima attacked unhurriedly and steadily, and although the Shimazu samurai continued to try, they were still constantly injured and wounded. Although the Shimazu samurai also tried to perform the empty-handed blade technique a few times during this period, Jibei Majima was prepared and did not succeed in any of them.

As time passed, the wounds of the Shimazu samurai kept getting more and more. Blood continued to flow from the wound, taking away the delicate physical strength of the Shimazu samurai, making his movements slower and slower.

This is a battle that no longer makes any sense, and the outcome of the battle is already obvious. Due to the caution of Samurai Kazama, he will only take all of Shimazu's physical strength little by little in this way before he will actually attack the truly deadly last sword. So now the battle in the blood circle is more of an abuse than a real battle. But the Shimazu family, who is the owner, still hasn't stopped, as if looking forward to the first sudden turnaround.

Du Ping looked at Miyako, "He's going to die." ”

Miyako, "Yes, he's going to die." But this is the fate of being a samurai, the glory of a samurai. He can't quit the blood circle, even if the master tells him to step down, the best option after that is that he has to commit suicide by seppuku. So instead of killing on the battlefield, it is his most glorious choice. ”

As he spoke, in the circle of blood, Majima Jibei attacked again, and the Shimazu samurai couldn't dodge, and immediately his right forearm fell to the ground. The two separated, and the Shimazu samurai stared blankly at his main battle arm, the arm that fell to the ground, as if he had lost all the strength of his body, and fell to his knees on the ground that was already covered in blood. Silently looking at his master's house and at his accomplices outside, the Shimazu samurai took one last look at Jibei Majima, who was not far from him. Nodding, he knelt straight with his neck bent and his head out in front of him.

Miyako sighed, "He's already thrown in the towel. ”

Du Pingping, "Admit defeat?"

Du Ping looked up, only to find that the samurai of the Kazama family, Jibei Majima, had already come behind the kneeling Shimazu samurai with his sword in his hand, and had already raised his samurai sword.

"So what is he doing?"

Miyako, "Admitting defeat is admitting defeat! Death is death." He has lost the possibility of his own comeback, so he just begged his opponent to help him give himself a ride at the end. ”

As he spoke, Jibei Majima raised his sword and fell. The back of the Shimazu samurai was cut open at once, and the vertebrae of the back of the neck were all severed, but the front half of the neck remained on the body. The Shimazu samurai fell to the blood, motionless and silent.

Jibing Majima stepped out of the blood circle, pulled down the small flag, and walked back to his original position.

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At the scene of the high school kendo competition, Aiko Imamiya's competition became difficult again. Not only is there an opponent who deliberately pulls the pace of the game into the rhythm of a war of attrition, but the opponent is also a truly skilled swordsman.

One was not careful, and there were two heavy pains on the arm guards on Aiko Imamiya's two forearms, which were the reaction of the opponent's sword match hitting his own arms. The linesman outside the arena also raised the flag of effective attack, and the opponent was already a few match points ahead of Aiko Imamiya. It seems that the opponent has studied Aiko Imamiya's preferences: she likes to take risks and like to kill with one hit. Therefore, in response to this situation, the opponent formulates tactics and prepares to use the accumulation of match points to achieve the final victory of the game.

What a tough guy!

Aiko Imamiya's whole body jumped with a fierce momentum, and she didn't care about continuing her attack.

Someone else's trap is your own opportunity!

Aiko Imamiya attacks even more frantically, dangerously, and resolutely.

"Tick ......!"

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game. After a while, the referee outside the court gave Maeda Fuyuha points to win the game according to the points of both sides.

Well done!

The helmet was removed, and Aiko Imamiya greedily gulped a few sips of warm water before pouring all the rest of the water into her head. Water flowed down his head and neck and down the ground, taking away the heat from the layers of protective gear. Aiko Imamiya smiled and looked at Maeda Fuyuha who was gulping down water on the other side with a smiling expression.

"Drip ......"

The referee's urging whistle blew, and the two players buckled their respective helmets and walked to the arena step by step with their swords in hand, and a new game was about to begin.

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The blood circle game ended in another round, and the victorious samurai walked out of the circle with sword wounds and blood, pulled out the small flag outside the circle, and brought it back to his place. The Shimazu samurai, who had been standing still in the circle, slowly fell face down into the blood on the ground, causing a ripple. Two samurai walked into the blood circle and lifted the Shimazu samurai, who had been reduced to a corpse, and dragged it out of the circle. In this fight, the Shimazu samurai lost again.

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Kendo competition for high school students. Under an opportunity, Aiko Imamiya crashed into the opponent's arms, and the sword slammed into the opponent's helmet from the bottom to the top, and the opponent's helmet was hit into a 10-centimeter-sized opening for a long time, revealing a young and resolute young face. Then the boy fell straight on his back on the field. At the same time, the referee blew the whistle of Aiko Imamiya's victory in this game.

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In the blood circle competition, an Shimazu samurai with only half a palm left, stepped out of the blood circle, put his samurai sword in his mouth, and bit it. With his free right hand, he pulled out the small flag on the edge and walked back to the ranks of the Shimazu samurai. Outside the blood circle, two samurai walked in and silently dragged away the bodies of the samurai who failed to challenge in the blood circle. In this one, the Shimazu samurai won.

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Kendo competition for high school students. The referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, and the red and white players who were looking for fighters for each other stopped synchronously, turned around and slowly walked towards their resting place. After a while, the referee blew the whistle for Maeda Fuyuba's victory in the game according to the points on the sidelines.

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In the middle of the blood circle, an Shimazu samurai brutally cut off the head of his opponent and threw it out of the circle. Then he bit his samurai sword, slowly climbed the blood circle with both hands and legs, came to the small flag, pulled it out with his hands, and crawled back to the ranks of the Shimazu samurai with even more difficulty. Behind him, in the circle of blood, a headless corpse and a severed leg were lying there very abruptly.

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With another fierce, heavy impact, Aiko Imamiya took two steps backwards and half-knelt to the ground. At this time, if you add the battle with the second player of Yamagang High School, Aiko Imamiya has already played 12 rounds, an hour and 12 minutes. The huge gap in the physique of human men and women suddenly came out again, and the muscles of Aiko Imamiya's whole body had begun to break and tremble, and her physical strength was almost on the verge of the end.

Aiko Imamiya knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and countless hot breaths in her mouth and body continued to rise like a thick mist. Maeda Fuyuba did not pursue, probably because he was afraid that the last Yamagang player was ambushed by Aiko Imamiya during this pursuit. It could also be a good samurai spirit.

Maeda Fuyuba not only did not pursue, but retreated step by step to the starting position at the beginning of the race, quietly waiting for Aiko Imamiya to stand up.

What a damn guy!

Aiko Imamiya's astonishing will is simply unable to control the instinctive shaking of the muscles of her whole body. She struggled to get up, but once again couldn't get to her knees. The referee has come to Aiko Imamiya's side and started counting the seconds.

“1…… 2…………”

Damn! How could I possibly lose!

The madness in her brain made Aiko Imamiya stand up again.

“…… 8……”

The referee's countdown had just reached 8, and when he saw that Aiko Imamiya had gotten up, he stopped counting the seconds.

The referee looked at Aiko Imamiya, "Can you still play?"

Aiko Imamiya, "I...... Still...... Can ......"

Aiko Imamiya has never felt that it takes so much effort and strength to speak. Aiko Imamiya looked at Maeda Fuyuba, the huge amount of white mist in her helmet that made her almost impossible to see her opponent.

Aiko Imamiya walked slowly to her place. The referee immediately blew the whistle for the game to continue.

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The final Bloodring challenge was over, and the Shimazu Samurai, who had been cut off half of his face, with his white bones and snow-white teeth exposed, walked out of the Bloodband indifferently and returned to the Shimazu Samurai team with a small flag. This brutal war of lords is finally over. With 6 wins and 4 defeats, the Shimazu family maintained their honor and interests with the lives and strength of their own samurai.

At the end of the challenge, the Shimazu family withdrew first, and the other families left silently at first, as if they had no idea of communicating with each other.

Miyako stood up, and Du Ping also slowly stood up. The waiter serving next to him immediately took action and began to slowly walk in the direction of leaving with Du Ping and Miyako.

This reminded him of a TV show he had watched about a crocodile in nature. In the show, a group of crocodiles eat the carcass of a wildebeest. Quietly, cruelly, every terrible creature that has eaten. There will be no joy, no communication, only the retreat of the natural feast. Dive into the water, leaving only a hideous and terrifying dorsal fin to slide out of the water line and disappear into the distance.

Walking into the elevator and closing the elevator door, the floor scenery that seems to be hundreds of years ago disappears, and it becomes a bright and cold elevator of modern civilization again, and then the elevator opens, and Du Ping returns to the busy modern city again. As if he had just experienced an incredible magical story, Du Ping returned from the terrible, bloody dark Middle Ages to a peaceful, civilized and modern harmonious society.

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In the arena of the high school kendo competition, Aiko Imamiya suddenly fell to her knees on the ground of the competition. It's not because of the opponent's attack damage, it's just that your own power has been completely depleted.

This Maeda Fuyuba in front of him is really a guy with excellent patience, and that's it, just at this time, he still adheres to his combat tactics of consuming Aiko Imamiya, and still does not attempt any kind of attack. Like a wild wolf with excellent patience, quietly hovering around its injured prey, quietly waiting for its prey to die.

Aiko Imamiya gasped for breath while making a disdainful voice, "Really...... One...... Piece...... Yellow-bellied...... Guys!"

"I really admire Ge's will and hard work! But this game is not a matter for me alone, but for a team. So, I'm sorry! For a team's honor, my personal honor doesn't matter. ”

“1…… 2………… 4…… 5……”

The referee had already come over to take the reading, but this time Aiko Imamiya tried many times, but in the end she was not able to stand up again. The doctor outside the court ran into the stadium with his assistant, took off Aiko Imamiya's protective helmet, and helped Aiko Imamiya with a physical examination. After a while, the doctor made a decision to the referee in front of the referee that Aiko Imamiya could no longer play.

Aiko Imamiya burst into tears!

It was a deep sadness, but she didn't have the strength to argue about anything, she didn't even have the strength to speak.

In this silence, the referee in the field blew the whistle for the end of the game. Waving a small flag, the referee announced that the champion of today's national high school competition belonged to Yamagang High School.

Immediately, the team and their supporters began a joyous celebration. They finally got the win at the last minute. So they celebrated with impunity, and they lined up in front of the seats of his supporters, receiving the glory of being kings. Even the stadium was broadcast loudly, "Let's welcome...... Champion - Yamagang High School!!"

Sports competitions are like this, no matter how good they are said later, everyone only remembers the champion, and all the glory is only attributed to the champion. So at this moment, although Tachibana High School also won the runner-up in the enviable national high school kendo competition, many teenagers cried. They have paid a lot, one player is still sitting on the side of the competition because he is in a coma, and he is still hanging on a drip, a player has to leave the field due to blood spurting during the game because of an internal organ injury, and the last player is not because of his strength, but also because he does not know his physical strength, he knelt on the court and could not stand up, so he lost the championship. They gave a lot for this race, but they only finished runners-up. Many people hugged each other and cried, even the audience sighed, regretted and cried.

Preparations for the award ceremony have already begun, and the organizers have sent someone to inform everyone to leave the stadium to wash and change clothes and prepare to receive the award.

Aiko Imamiya, who had already removed her body protector, slowly walked in front of her team members step by step, looked at the players who were crying and the audience who supported her side outside the stadium, and gave her order as the main general, "Don't cry! Stand up!

Hanada Goichi stood up first, "Yes, Lord General!"

Then Miki Yuji, Keizo Ikeda and others also stood up one by one. Everyone followed Aiko Imamiya as she stood in a row in front of the audience of her supporters, bowing and thanking her.

The audience burst into loud applause.

Amid this applause, the Tachibana High School team silently left the arena and headed straight for their own rest area.

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This is a rest room for athletes. In front of Aiko Imamiya's temporary locker, after a simple rinse, Aiko Imamiya, who had changed her clothes, looked at the dressing mirror behind her and herself in sportswear in the mirror, a little strange and a little hesitant. It was a young and energetic athletic girl, but it was never herself!

Slowly, Aiko Imamiya's gaze became firm again, and her eyes were full of indifference.

Aiko Imamiya slowly closed the door of her cabinet. But the moment I closed the cabinet door, I suddenly found that there was a person who didn't know when he was already standing in front of him. It was just a cabinet door apart, and the closing of the cabinet door made him suddenly appear in front of him, which made Imamiya Aiko startled, and involuntarily set up a defensive and offensive posture. Then Aiko Imamiya relaxed her body and relaxed her expression.

Yukio Imamiya!

own father.

Although Aiko Imamiya didn't know why her father, the father who was supposed to be in the tightest prison in the whole country suddenly appeared in front of her. But for his appearance, Aiko Imamiya was not surprised.

Aiko Imamiya, "Hello, Father-sama!"

Yukio Imamiya, "Aiko! The red cherry blossom rain is long gone! ”

Aiko Imamiya, "Father, this can't be! And the red cherry blossoms will always be there." ”

Yukio Imamiya, "Aiko!

Aiko Imamiya, "No, father, you've changed. But neither I, nor we, have changed!"

Aiko Imamiya suddenly looked outside with a smile, listening to the cheers that had already shook the sky outside.

Aiko Imamiya, "And things can't stop anymore." Three years of layout, only for one goal, too many people have made too much effort and effort. I need to accept this fate with them!"

Yukio Imamiya, "Aiko, this is a road that cannot be turned back!"

Aiko Imamiya, "My life was originally a path from which there was no turning back. ”

Aiko Imamiya walked coldly past Yukio Imamiya as if walking past a strange stranger.

Yukio Imamiya's eyes followed Aiko Imamiya, "Aiko!"

As if she hadn't heard, Aiko Imamiya continued to walk on her own path.

Yukio Imamiya suddenly attacked Aiko Imamiya from behind, Aiko Imamiya rushed forward as if she had been prepared, but she still did not escape Yukio Imamiya's magic hand, and he tightly held the neck artery. Aiko Imamiya, who was originally stubborn, slowly collapsed into the arms of Yukio Imamiya.

Yukio Imamiya, "Aiko, obedient!"

Aiko Imamiya smiled brightly, "Father, I said that things are already moving. The ending is fixed, and my absence will not change the ending of the story. ”

Yukio Imamiya was stern, "What did you do?"

Aiko Imamiya looked outside, "I did what I was supposed to do. ”

An earth-shattering roar suddenly came in from outside. The whole room was shaken with dust.

The noise, the dust, and the loud shaking made the whole room seem to be shrouded in a deep fog where it was impossible to see people.

Aiko Imamiya smiled, "Father, do you hear me? If there were no accidents, Hirota Masuye, the target of Operation Withered Leaves three years ago, would have been killed. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "Who gave you the authority to give such an order!"

Aiko Imamiya laughed miserably, "Father, you are no longer our leader. We don't need your approval either. The red cherry blossom rain is long gone. ”

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Suddenly, the door was kicked open from the outside, and four or five men with guns burst into the room. The moment the door opened, there was a firelight and screams outside...... Confusion came into this room.

This is a room full of dust, and the dust in the room seems to be a thick fog, so that people can't see the scenery and people on the other side at all. The leader who rushed out of the people roared loudly, "Yukio Imamiya!"

"Bang!"

Yukio Imamiya was just about to respond, but Aiko Imamiya in his arms suddenly made a sound of simulated bullet shooting.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ...... Bang bang ......"

Without any opportunity for Yukio Imamiya to explain and explain, the very realistic gunfire simulated by Aiko Imamiya immediately triggered a frenzied shooting by the men with guns at the door. Flames flickered at the door, like fireworks in the night sky. Bullets kept crossing the short distance in the room, making small bloody holes in the bodies of Aiko Imamiya and Yukio Imamiya. Then the two collapsed on the cold floor of the room, and Yukio Imamiya saw Aiko Imamiya's smiling face.

Aiko Imamiya, "Father's ......"

Yukio Imamiya replied with concern, "Aiko, you're okay, right?"

Aiko Imamiya's face showed an aura of lost life, and a very happy smile appeared, "Father, I saw Mom. ”

Yukio Imamiya was anxious, "Aiko, you have to hold on!

Aiko Imamiya's eyes have begun to drift, "I saw my mother standing under the beautiful cherry blossom tree, waving to us. Let's go over ......."

Aiko Imamiya's voice stopped, and her whole body softened in Yukio Imamiya's arms.

Yukio Imamiya roared frantically, "Aiko......! Aiko ......!"

Yukio Imamiya stood up and frantically rushed at several gun-wielding men at the door, and then a continuous burst of gunfire rang out again in the room.

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A beautiful forest of cherry blossoms, covered with pink and beautiful cherry blossom petals, is a young woman in a kimono holding hands and pulling a cute five or six-year-old girl who looks like a doll, and the woman and the little girl are smiling happily at the same time at the same time, and at the same time beckoning to him, welcoming him to hurry over.

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Covered in blood, Yukio Imamiya stood still, his face slowly smiling, and then he fell headlong to the cold floor of the changing room.