The scene of a kendo competition for high school students. Another heavy impact, Aiko Imamiya seemed to be under the impact of a huge force, and couldn't help but take two steps back. The second-place player from Yamagang High School immediately grabbed the game quickly and wanted to establish the victory of the game when Aiko Imamiya was unstable. Therefore, with his left foot stepping on his right foot, he didn't wait for Aiko Imamiya to slow down, and he had already rushed forward with a sword. Then the Yamagang High School player found himself in the eyepiece of his helmet, and Aiko Imamiya suddenly disappeared. Then there was a tremendous force from the bottom up from the helmet, and it sent him into a dizziness full of dark eyes and starlight.

From the audience's point of view, everyone originally thought that it was a red-robed player who was resisted by the opponent's strength and retreated. After taking two steps back, it turned out to be a posture of kneeling on one leg and squatting on one leg. Then, when the white-robed player followed the attack, he attacked instantly. The sword struck the white-robed player's helmet from the bottom up.

One of the referees and two linesmen blew their whistles at the same time.

"Drip ......!"

"Drip ......!"

"Drip ......!"

The white-robed player stood on the court and shook for a few seconds, then involuntarily knelt on the ground.

The referee came to the side of the white-robed player, and after confirming that the white-robed player had no problems, he announced the victory of Tachibana High School in this game. The support team members of Tachibana High School and Yamagang High School quickly ran onto the field and helped their players back to their respective rest points, and after a short break of less than 3 minutes, the two players returned to their positions in the arena.

The referee blew the whistle again, and another game began. Aiko Imamiya rushed out in an instant, and the sword rushed at the opponent. The other party wanted to block with his sword, but it seemed that his body was slow to react due to the last stun. As soon as she was in the air, Aiko Imamiya hit her opponent's helmet with her heavy sword again, making a loud noise.

"Drip ......!"

"Drip ......!"

"Drip ......!"

The referee and linesman's whistles blew again, and Aiko Imamiya slowly retreated to her position, at which point the opposing player, who had previously struck Miki Yuji to the point of vomiting blood, stiffened and fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

The referee came to the player's side again to inspect him. Soon, the doctors outside the field ran up to the field again quickly, and there was a deafening cheer from Tachibana High School. Fifteen minutes, Aiko Imamiya has already won the opponent's not weak player.

Now the score on the field is 2:2, and there is only one player left in Tachibana High School and Yamagang High School.

The support team members of Tachibana High School have already run onto the field and set up a bench for Aiko Imamiya to rest. Take off your helmet and drink water. It's busy.

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In the midst of the blood circle, another war has just ended. The Shimazu samurai, whose abdomen was pierced by his opponent's samurai sword, pulled out his sword with all his might, and slashed it into his opponent's heart. The sword erupted, blood spurted, and the opponent fell to the ground with a thud, causing the samurai sword attached to the abdomen of the Shimazu samurai to cut a larger wound. The Shimazu samurai involuntarily fell to his knees at the same time. A few minutes later, the Shimazu samurai slowly stood up with the hilt of the samurai sword that pierced through his lower abdomen, step by step out of the blood circle, and pulled out the small flag. Then step by step, he returned to his team with drops of blood, and the flag was inserted into the ground, and the people did not move.

Another Shimazu samurai walked step by step with a small flag towards the circle of blood, which was already full of bright red. The flag is outside the circle, and people are in the circle. Another challenger stepped out of his position, step by step with his sword and into the circle of blood.

Miyako came to Du Ping's side, "This is the samurai of our family, Jibing Majima. ”

Du Pingping immediately looked over more seriously, only to see that this was only a young warrior in his early twenties, with a height of one meter and eight meters, and he was strong and athletic.

Du Pingping's brows immediately furrowed, "Does your family really need this land so much?"

Miyako smiled, "In modern society, land has lost its importance since ancient times. But in the traditional world, every lord has to follow the traditional rules of the game. Just like the Shimazu family has to take responsibility for their mistakes, the Kazama family must also show their side and strength. Lords are a group that does not need weak people, and if the Kazama family cannot show their loyalty and strength, sooner or later they will be expelled from their own territory or disappear like the Shimazu family before them. ”

Miyako, "So if he doesn't succeed, he must use his blood to prove his worth and the value of the Kazama family." At the same time, it is also to tell all the people of the Kazama family and the samurai that everything we have is not easy to come by. ”

Jibing Lang Majima walked into the blood circle, scabbard in one hand and samurai sword in the other, looking directly at the Shimazu samurai in front of him, his gaze was tough and cold. The Shimazu samurai stared at him coldly, and did not give in. Jibing Lang Majima walked slowly step by step, his body pressed down like a vicious wolf that had begun to hunt. The Shimazu samurai did not flinch, and also walked towards the Majima Jibei Road step by step, and also tightened all the muscles in his body.

Step by step, the momentum of the two sides continues to deepen, like two unexpected tigers, exuding their own terrifying momentum with each other. The two got closer and closer, entangled with each other's gas, like a terrible bomb had ignited the fuse that detonated, and they didn't know that at that moment, the bomb would explode.

Hi!

The Shimazu samurai roared, his right leg was raised, his left leg was cushioned, and he rushed straight in the middle, as if a crocodile coming out of the water instantly rushed straight to the door of the Majima Soldier in front of the door.

Roar!

Jibing Lang's body stopped suddenly, his body arched forward, his back bulged, and his body instantly erupted into a fierce tiger roar. At the same time, his left arm carried a swordless scabbard, like a mountain-splitting axe, skimming out along the side line of his left eye, and hit the tip of Shimazu's samurai's sword right away.

The sword of the Shimazu samurai slashed into the air, and the right sword of the Majima Jibei was already under the scabbard in front of him, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark shadow, rushing towards the Shimazu samurai who was close at hand.

The Shimazu samurai is not simple, the sword is strong, the sword is oblique instantly, and it is changed to a frame, and the sword and scabbard of the Majima Jibei Lang are held at the same time. The whole body was drumming, and the bones on the body kept making crackling sounds. In an instant, he actually blocked the body and attack of Jibei Lang Majima.

The strength of the two warriors was resisted, and the muscles of the two warriors were tense, the bones were crunched, and the blood and water under their feet were shaking out ripples.

Jibei Majima suddenly changed his strength, turning resistance into entanglement, and the sword in his hand and the scabbard between the opponent's sword body stirred together, as if a whirlpool had firmly absorbed the opponent's weapon. The figure of the Shimazu samurai who has already been brought to him is beginning to be unstable.

The Shimazu samurai flew with a loose sword, took a few steps back with his body, opened a safe distance from Jibei Majima, and then set up an offensive and defensive posture. Jibing Majima wanted to pursue at this time, but it was already the best time. Adjusting his mentality and posture, Jibei Majima re-unsheathed his sword and slashed it like an attack on a cross.

At this moment, the samurai sword that flew beyond the blood circle fell from the air to the ground, making a noise on the pure wooden ground.

The two samurai reverted to their pre-engagement state, but one had completely lost his weapon.

Du Ping asked Miyako sideways, "There are no weapons anymore, won't the Shimazu family stop or admit defeat?"

Miyako whispered, "No! There will never be a situation of two lives, and there will never be a situation of two lives, and there are not a few counter-markets without weapons. So things didn't come to the end, and no one knew who the real winner was. ”

Although the previous battle didn't take a few seconds from the beginning to the end, it seemed that it had already ended in a flash of light. But the two samurai still looked at each other as if they had just finished an intense long-distance race, gasping for thick air, and quickly and hard to recover their strength.

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At the venue of the high school kendo competition, the last competitors from Tachibana High School and Yamagang High School each stood in the middle of the competition field.

Dressed in a red robe is Aiko Imamiya, a white-robed Maeda Fuyuba of Yamagang High School. The two players looked like two military generals from ancient times, wearing a full set of protective gear, unable to see their faces and physiognomy, and stared at each other quietly and indifferently. Like two terrible beasts.

The referee signaled that the two players exchanged pre-match salutes. The two contestants, one red and one white, began to raise their swords to each other and salute.

Aiko Imamiya's voice was still indifferent, "Tachibana High School, Aiko Imamiya!"

Maeda Fuyuba, "Yamagang High School, Maeda Fuyuba! It's a great honor to be your opponent, but the final victory will definitely be mine!

Aiko Imamiya, "Maeda Fuyuba?"

Fuyuba Maeda, "Yes. ”

In the darkness of the armor, Aiko Imamiya smiled brightly, "I remember you." ”

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One night three years ago, in a hut with only one person, a burning brazier, Aiko Imamiya was constantly throwing dismantled documents into it page by page. Each time the paper on the previous page is completely burned out, then a new one is made.

A piece of paper is brought to Aiko Imamiya again, and Aiko Imamiya is still trying to remember the document that is about to disappear. A name entered the eyes of Aiko Imamiya.

Maeda Fuyuba.

Aiko Imamiya showed the contents of the document in her mind: the illegitimate son of Hirota Masuye's only son. A little boy born in winter. A poor guy who has never been recognized by his own father and family. And his real grandfather, Hirota Masuye, is the speaker of the House of Representatives that the Red Sakura Rain organization has always wanted to kill, a direct murderer who caused many people in his organization to be arrested and many sympathizers and supporters arrested!

Thinking of this, Aiko Imamiya's eyes were full of firm, crazy, and strong desire: she would definitely kill this nasty guy!

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"Drip ......!"

The referee blows the whistle for the game. Aiko Imamiya, who is holding a sword, and Fuyuha Maeda fight together. Maeda Fuyuba chose the same battle mode as Tsuyoshi Hanada this time. Defense, complete defense, defense without a hint of attack possible. At this time, in the arena, the loud voices of accusations and ridicule from the supporters of Tachibana High School immediately sounded. It's like the supporters of Yamagang High School who once accused and ridiculed Tachibana High School, but the voice was even louder.

Although everyone likes the kind of exhilarating combat matches, the outcome of the matches is more important. Rather than whether the game was good or bad, the supporters of Yamagang High School wanted their team to win. So the expression of nonchalance began to sound, mixed with cheers and encouragement for asking his contestant to drag down Aiko Imamiya like this.

In the armor, no one can see in the darkness, and Aiko Imamiya has a crazy and happy smile on her face. In the end, it came to the last step, and now it has entered the final step of the dead leaf plan three years ago. Then the outcome of the matter must be unchangeable, and then let yourself and the poor bastard perform to the full!in this whole arena full of cheering crowds.

Aiko Imamiya crashed into Maeda's chest with the sword, and a head top knocked Maeda Fuyuha down in the center of the field, if it weren't for the game, as long as Aiko Imamiya swept a sword, his opponent could only lie flat on the spot. But this is the game, and the referee has already blew the whistle for the timeout. The referee commanded Maeda Fuyuha to get back on his feet before starting the fight again. This is not a battlefield for Aiko Imamiya, it is a sport that is bound by civilization and order.

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In a villa in Jingluo, an old man with gray hair was holding an unsigned letter. He had read the contents of the letter several times, but today he had found it again and again, and picked it up.

A middle-aged man in a black suit stood upright in front of him, making a report.

The middle-aged man, "My lord, it has been investigated! That is indeed the young master's widow." His mother was the young master's female classmate in high school. At a party, the young master raped her while drunk. After that, she went crazy. ”

The old man interrupted, "I know her! It's just later, why I don't know!"

The middle-aged man bowed down, "I'm sorry, sir!" ”

The old man waved his hand, "Forget it, what's next?"

The middle-aged man, "Yes, sir, after the girl went crazy, her parents hid it when they found out she was pregnant." At first, I wanted to wait for the child to be born and then use it as evidence to accuse us again. Later, there was another car accident at their home. Both of her parents died in car accidents, so the incident disappeared. The girl gave birth to a child in an insane asylum. Since he didn't know who his biological father was, he was sent to an orphanage and adopted by the Maeda family when he was 3 years old. His parents didn't tell him this, and he only thought he was the son of the Maeda family......"

The old man suddenly interrupted, "He is the child of our Guangtian family!

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, "Yes, sir! It's just that we may need some process for this matter." And whether Young Master Sun can accept this matter and accept us, we don't know. ”

The old man stood up and walked to the side of the bookcase, stroking a photograph of a very young male college student, who was wearing a graduation gown and smiling happily.

The old man stroked the picture, "Does he look like him?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before he realized that the old man was asking the young master Sun who had left his abdomen, like this young master of the family who had been dead for almost ten years.

The middle-aged man smiled, "Like!

The old man smiled, "Very good! I want to see him." Now! right now!"

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, "Only Young Master Sun is participating in the competition now." ”

Old man, "Race?"

Middle-aged man, "Yes, the National Kendo Competition for High School Students." ”

The old man smiled and recalled, "I remember participating in the National Kendo Competition for High School Students! I remember participating in it when I was a high school student, and I won the national championship at that time." ”

The middle-aged man smiled, "Yes, sir!" Young Master Sun's team has reached the finals of the National High School Kendo Competition this time. ”

The old man rejoiced, "Really?"

Middle-aged, "Yes. They are in their final game today and will win the final championship today. ”

Old man, "Today?"

Middle-aged man, "Yes, right now." They should still be playing. ”

The old man stood up, "Very well! I'm going to see him now." ”

The middle-aged man was worried, "Master!"

The old man smiled, "I won't bother him! But at such an important moment in life, don't you think I, his own grandfather, should be at the game?"

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In the building of the Ministry of Public Security, a minister's office hanging, suddenly the phone rang frantically. A man in a black suit walked up and picked up the phone.

The man in the suit, "What's the matter?"

Phone, "Minister, something happened. The previous president of the House of Representatives, Tsuneichi Hirota, suddenly decided to participate in the final of the National High School Kendo Competition. ”

The man in the suit was shocked, "How can this be!"

Phone, "Yes! We just got the news and don't know what to do about it." ”

The man in the suit, "Is there a way to stop it?"

Call, "It should be hard. If the minister insists, we will work on it. But what kind of excuse should be used? Is there a possibility of a horrific incident in a kendo match for high school students? Or is that the magical kendo girl actually the daughter of the internationally famous terrorist Yukio Imamiya, Aiko Imamiya. And she was a terrible terrorist too? Or is it that Yukio Imamiya, who was supposed to be in a felon's prison, is now in the crowd watching the game, watching the game?......

The request on the other side of the phone immediately made the man in the suit feel a headache, and there were many reasons why he didn't want to ask the former speaker to participate in the national high school kendo competition. The former speaker was a hard-line anti-terrorism advocate when he was in office, and he was known as an iron fist. He presided over the passage of numerous bills against terrorist organizations in the House of Representatives, which imprisoned, killed and consented to many terrorists. So he has always been a sworn enemy of many domestic terrorist organizations, and he wants to kill the top three targets. Just like the relevant private agreement with the Red Cherry Blossom Rain Organization just recently, if it was the head of the parliament, it would not have been possible to pass it at all.

The man in the suit is very capable for a while, and there is no reason or method to refuse or stop it.

The man in the suit, "This won't work!"

The man in the suit immediately dismissed all the suggestions of his subordinates and threw them all in the trash.

The man in the suit, "Is there anything else you can do?" to stop him from passing. ”

Phone, "I'm sorry! We don't have any other way. ”

The man in the suit suddenly looked forward to it, "Speaker Hirota decided suddenly, right? It was an accident, right?"

The other side of the phone thought for a moment and replied, "According to the information we received, Hirota-sama should have just made such a decision. ”

The man in the suit, "Do you know what the reason is?"

phone, "Sorry, we didn't know. ”

The man in the suit, "What's the situation with Aiko Imamiya?"

phone, "Yes. As in the previous situation, without the support of the Red Sakura Rain Organization, in addition to the huge fighting spirit and perseverance that bloomed in this kendo competition, she was just a normal and ordinary, a little lost and depressed little girl. ”

"She doesn't have any terrible weapons, does she?"

"Although there are some real sword things, but the reason for this competition, those things are now hiding horses." ”

The man in the suit, "Are you sure, huh?"

phone, "Yes, Minister. ”

The man in the suit, "What about Yukio Imamiya?"

"Four detectives with guns were watching, handcuffed and shackled in a private room that we had strictly inspected. ”

The man in the suit, "That's no problem, right?"

phone, "Yes, Minister. ”

The man in the suit, "Then don't change anything." ”

"Don't change anything?" Do you mean Speaker Hirota's business? Aren't we going to stop it?"

The man in the suit, "Yes." It was just a small accident, and although people who were in serious conflict with each other would come together, the red cherry blossom rain had already dissipated. Yukio Imamiya is no longer the terrible terrorist leader who gave us headaches, and Aiko Imamiya is not the terrorist who worries us a lot. As you and I know, things that are not planned are often unattainable. I don't think anything will happen. ”

Telephone, "but the minister ......"

The man in the suit, "Don't say any more! Tell our people to pay more attention, it's just a matter of chance, we just need to tell them to pass in silence." Everything was fine. Okay? Got it?"

Telephone, "Yes, Minister!"