August 25th, Hachioji High School, matchup, Jinzunong High School.

This is the final of Koshien, and Hachioji High School and Kinazunong High School have overcome their opponents all the way and finally met in the final field.

Fujii Tree stood still, and after five consecutive ball games, he led Hachioji High School to defeat his opponent, and the process was actually very boring, just a strong shot that the hitter couldn't hit, but today, his opponent was not boring.

"Akita Prefecture's Golden Foot High School is a dark horse known as the Weed Army, and Hachioji High School is also a first-time team participating in Koshien, but it is completely expected that an ace pitcher like Fujii will be able to enter the finals."

The TV commentary analyzes the situation for the audience behind the camera, and Fujii Shu, who is at the pitcher's hill position on the field, begins to adjust his posture in the face of Jinzunong's batter.

"Bang!"

The first ball, straight into Shuji Kobayashi's gloves, his expression froze, he has been with the people of Jinzu Nong in the hotel for a long time these days, and he doesn't know what kind of expression to use to face it.

Fujii still threw nine shots like invincible, efficiently taking away the first three strokes of the golden foot farmer, and when Hachioji High School's line attack, it was also fruitless.

The round soon came to the seventh game, Hachioji High School led the opponent by 3 points, and the golden foot farmer's line began to fight back, but the answer was useless, Fujii Shu continued to throw high-speed straight balls like a robot, and occasionally changed the ball path until the end of the game, and the score remained at 3-0.

"The winner of this year's Koshien Tournament was Hachioji High School, who defeated the dark horse Golden Foot High School by 3 points."

The on-site commentator announced the result, and reporters swarmed up and surrounded Fujii, who didn't want to sneak away like he did at the end of the football tournament.

"Fujii-san, I heard that the Kashima Antlers Club said that their football contract is still valid, and the signing fee of 200 million yuan, don't you consider it?"

"FC Tokyo has also spoken, and their number 13 has been vacant for you."

Unable to hide, Fujii had no choice but to answer these people head-on, he remembered a famous football star who could borrow his lines.

"At this time of year, I'm on the fence about whether or not to play professional sports. Maybe people are tired of it, but I really haven't made a decision yet. ”

"I'm not sure I'm really ready, you know, professional sports aren't high school competitions, and I need to think calmly about whether I should play or not."

Sent away this group of reporters, Fujii Shu is not going to participate in sports again, at least in the past few years, when he plays football, he is happy, but baseball brings him only boredom and pain, I know that it is better to learn a certain idol, how good it is to play basketball, but it is too late to regret it.

The summer is over, the second semester of the third year of high school begins, Koshien is like a shooting star, a short time from life, Fujii Shu returned to school, quit the baseball club, and did not join any new clubs.

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On the other side, in the middle of the night, a deal was underway.

After the geisha dissipated, two people with other plans began to get to the point.

"Please take a look, the long sword Tiger Che, the swordsman of the Warring States period with the sword."

The middleman of the sale and purchase hands the buyer a sword with a red lacquered scabbard.

"It's a good knife, can you pull it out and take a look?"

The buyer is a middle-aged man who has made a few bucks in business and wants to find something with historical background to enhance his taste.

"Of course you can, but I heard that the owner of this tiger was once a swordsman who served the way of the sword wholeheartedly, so be careful that his resentment is also attached to the sword."

The middleman made a joke, the middle-aged man was obviously more interested, and gently pulled out the Huche Tai Knife out of the scabbard with one hand, hundreds of years of time have not destroyed this Tai Dao, it has been as good as new, the blade is shining with cold light, and the moire is walking on the spine, this knife is well maintained, he likes it very much.

"How much? Make an offer, right? ”

The middle-aged man inquired directly, his fingers touched the blade, and he couldn't put it down.

"70 million yen, a fixed price, this is an antique from the Warring States."

The intermediary actually didn't know the origin of Hu Che, but it was just a burial object found by his subordinates when they were digging the ancient tomb, and it was not the first time he had dealt with this kind of thing of unknown origin.

"Ahh

The blade accidentally cut the middle-aged man's fingers, and the blood flowed profusely, and the middle-aged man did not bandage it immediately, but stood up, lowered his head, and looked at the middleman with a cold look in his eyes.

"The morning dew is as gone as my body, and the world has become a dream within a dream."

He inexplicably read out a peerless sentence, held a knife in one hand, and let out a long sigh.

"Why are you reading that monkey poem by Toyotomi Hideyoshi? It's not his sword, and if it were, it wouldn't be worth 70 million yen. ”

The middleman felt a little strange, the middle-aged man's eyes were as cold as an ice cave all of a sudden, his hand was up and down, and after a few steps forward, the head of a certain disrespectful guy fell to the ground, and blood was sprinkled all over the wall.

"Insult the untouchables of Lord Guan Bai, hum!"

The middle-aged man's seemed to be a different person, dipped his finger in blood, left a signature on the wall, and then walked away.

"The swordsman is good and good, killing people and this place, but I want the swordsman of the world to have a fight."

Pushing open the door and leaving, the middle-aged man who called Nagara Xiangsuke used neat Chinese characters to leave this message.

"He's a madman."

Chiki Natsushi, a policewoman holding a magnifying glass, carefully looked at the bloodstained Chinese characters on the wall, and commented affirmatively.

"This is no ordinary madman, look at the wounds."

Her predecessor, Rie Watanabe, carefully looked at the head that the middleman fell on the tatami mat, and the incision was flat and smooth, and ordinary people could not cut such an injury.

"It's late Heisei era, and there are still people who call themselves swordsmen? The killer must have done this on purpose to interfere with our judgment. ”

Takeshi Yamada, the male criminal policeman on the side, squatted down, collected the hair on the tatami with tweezers, and complained without raising his head.

"Boom!"

Seiji Gen, a more senior male detective, gave Takeshi Yamada, who was working, a chestnut, and also observed the middleman's blind head.

"Hey, did you cut this wound?"

He asked Rie Watanabe, a woman with a gentle name, but a violent person on the contrary, proficient in all kinds of kendo jiu-jitsu, like a mountain mother orangutan in human skin.

"If you can't do it, no matter how sharp the knife is, it is difficult to neatly cut off the head of a person, especially the head of a living person, in actual combat."

Rie Watanabe shook her head and answered truthfully, and when she finished answering, she noticed that Seiji Genji's tone was a little sarcastic, and she immediately glared at her.

"The perpetrator should be more than one person, there are accomplices who hold down the victim's body and then cut off his head."

Gen Chengji got up stupidly, analyzed his own conjecture, there were footsteps outside, the door was pushed open, it was Daigo Yumi who had a relationship, Miyagi Sensei's best friend, and an intermediate operator of the Special Operations Section.

"Excuse me, Special Operations Section, please leave the scene in an orderly manner."

Yumi Daigo squinted her eyes and showed the Metropolitan Police Department's action documents and issued an eviction order.