Turning his head to dodge this stab, he bent down to avoid the next move, Huiyuan's small sword stabbed into Kamiya Rin's abdomen, and was dodged by the opponent's wind, and in the middle of the fight, their position came from mid-air to the forest on the ground, and the aftermath of their gestures could break the giant tree that several people were hugging, leaving a deep mark several feet deep on the surface.

Kamiya Rin slashed his robe, Huiyuan blocked it with a small knife with one hand, and the air wave shook the big tree branch behind him, falling the leaves all over the sky, and Huiyuan changed to double wielding with one hand, and pressed Kamiya Rin's knife on her own shoulder little by little, her body couldn't support the standing posture, and she half-knelt on the ground.

"Give up now, and I'll let you go."

Huiyuan, who had the upper hand, spoke, sweat oozed from his forehead, and his skin changed from the color of ordinary people to green, and he could no longer maintain his human form.

Fujii Shu, who was watching the battle next to him, couldn't help but pull out his pocket knife, raised his knife and stabbed it, but was kicked out by his foot, just as Huiyuan was smiling, a long wakika behind him came out of his chest, and the knife holder was Shi Yu who didn't know when he woke up.

Well, the plan worked.

Huiyuan actually sensed Shi Yu's approach, but he deliberately didn't move, and also relaxed the demonic power in his body, so that Nagawaki could pierce his body and achieve his goal.

And Shi Yu, who succeeded in his hand, let go of his hand in disbelief, and a stream of golden light floated out of Huiyuan's body, most of which merged into her body, and was partially absorbed by Fujii Shu and Kamiya Rin.

Is he actively unleashing demonic power?

Kamiya Rin took a few steps back, this demonic power was washed by the Dharma, Zhongzheng was peaceful, and there was almost no negative effect.

"Amitabha, the limit of the little monk is approaching, and the time is also fate, when there is this calamity, please donors can enshrine the relics after my death in the ancient temple in the mountains, the address is..."

Huiyuan, who was hit hard by this, meditated cross-legged on the spot, and after reciting the scriptures, a blazing white flame ignited in his body, and between a few breaths, only a golden marble-sized relic remained.

And Shi Yu, who absorbed his demon power the most, was unconscious on the spot, and the sneak attack in a hurry just now, she thought that it would not hurt Huiyuan, but the reason for her coma was a large amount of demon power in her body.

Rin Kamiya stepped forward to check, and there was still a heartbeat, but the time of this kind of coma, at least a few months, at most a year or two, depends on her creation.

"Gain 7.5 free stats."

Fujii Tree, who is the farthest away and absorbs the least demonic power, can actually get a good harvest, and the gold coins of the big monster are really full of money.

When the strength, physique, and agility are each increased to 6 times that of ordinary people, and there are 3 free attributes left, which is intended to be used in kendo simulation battles, he plans to participate in the National Kendo Championship in his freshman year, as long as he is over 18 years old, he can sign up in large institutions such as universities, hospitals, and police stations, and then participate in the competition to improve his skill proficiency points, which is different from simulated battles, and will get additional free attributes.

"Let's recuperate at the shrine first, it's safer, and I'll let you know when she wakes up."

Rin Kamiya picked up Shi Yu by the waist, walked up to Fujii Tree, and stretched out his hand.

"What?"

"One million yen for recuperation, now for it." Someone is justified.

"Why don't you grab it? Really. ”

In the end, Fujii still paid a million yen, because the sunk cost of the one million yen for Rin Kamiya was paid, and it didn't matter if it cost another million yen.

The relics were sent by Fujii Tree, and the temple returned a letter of thanks, saying that if the donor wanted to become a monk and practice, he was welcome at any time.

——

In late November 2014, Waseda University football club coach Komatsu Benyoshi came down from the second floor of his family's house, today is not a special day, but he is over forty years old, but he is in a suit and leather shoes, neatly combed his hairstyle, and his wife downstairs complained.

"Last month, when I celebrated my 10th wedding anniversary, I didn't see you dressed like this, did you go to meet your lover?"

"What a lover do I have! Today, a special student with special talents will come to the school to confirm the matter of exempt admission, and Vice Principal Mitsui Yoritada and the people from the Admissions Office will come forward. ”

Football coach Komatsu Benyoshi is in high spirits, this specialty student is not ordinary, a high school national league champion, a Koshien championship, are the indisputable absolute core, to be honest, he can make a name for himself directly to play professionally, Waseda is different from Todai, there is a professional sports department, and many people are staring at him.

January is the national central examination, we will graduate in March, our school will open in early April, time waits for no one, if you want to grab people, take advantage of now.

He muttered to himself, finished breakfast and headed out for school on Saturday morning.

Parking in a familiar parking space in a Nissan car, Komatsu Benyoshi who got out of the car happened to run into Ikuhiro Taniguchi, the baseball coach who also opened the BMW door, a guy who had turned from a retired professional baseball player.

"At 7:34, Coach Komatsu, you're an hour ahead of usual."

Ikuhiro Taniguchi deliberately lifted his sleeves in front of him, revealing a hand-made Swiss watch, which led the team to third place in the island country in the college league last year, and the watch was rewarded by the school.

Wait, abominable nouveau riche! Don't cry when Fujii enters our football club and wins the championship!

Komatsu Benyoshi gritted his teeth, like the protagonist of the hit workplace drama Naoki Hanzawa in July this year, he had a sense of victory in his heart, and when his thighs were in place, he would redouble his efforts to mock this Osaka-born gangster.

"You're here to invite Fujii-san to join the school department, right? The economic value of baseball is not as good as our football, don't dream about it. ”

"Hehe, don't pretend? Let's take a look at which sport is the most attractive, right? The number one sport in our island country seems to be baseball, right? ”

"Humph!"

The two snorted coldly at the same time, the relationship on weekdays was not good, and now it is even worse.

Pushing open the door of the admissions office, a teenager with a height of about 178 cm listened to the introduction of the admissions office teacher Jun Hayakawa in front of the window, and on the other side of the chair sat Vice Principal Mitsui Yoritada, a septuagenarian who had been rehired after retirement, with a white beard.

"The Department of Literature, it has been approved, we can send you an invitation letter in advance to confirm, the tuition fee for four years of college is free, and there is a scholarship of the highest grade, if you are willing to join the intramural sports department, we will also provide additional bonuses and departmental support according to performance."

Jun Hayakawa said a long list of words, his mouth was a little dry, and when he turned around to take the cup of water, he saw the two coaches.

This smells like this? Too anxious, right?

He knew the two coaches, who belonged to the football department and the baseball department, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes.

When he turned around, his face had returned to normal, and he pointed to the two uninvited guests and explained.

"This is our school's soccer coach Benyoshi Komatsu and baseball coach Ikuhiro Taniguchi, both of whom are very professional physical education teachers."

"Hello two."

Fujii greeted politely, and although he didn't plan to participate in either sport after entering school, he still had to do superficial work.

"Fujii-san, I watched your game on TV and played very well."

Komatsu Benyoshi nodded, raised his right hand and waved it, stepped forward quietly, and squeezed away Hayakawa Jun.

And Taniguchi Yuhiro is not a fuel-efficient lamp, a pair of hands reached over, shook hands with Fujii tree, and said.

"I've watched all the events in Koshien, and our baseball club only finished third in the National Collegiate League this year, so we really need a talented pitcher like you to win the championship."

Come up and hit a straight ball, don't even want your face?

Komatsu Benyi, who was still making a roundabout, turned pale, changed his face in an instant, smiled brighter than a chrysanthemum, and directly recruited him.

"You come to our football department, the captain and the number ten jersey are all yours, you can play whatever position you want, you can play in any formation you want, pseudo-nine, B2B midfielder, shadow striker, you can choose the position."

You guy! If you want to be a coach, you can become a teaching assistant!

Taniguchi Yuyang had never seen such a shameless person, and just as he was about to increase his size, he spoke for Vice Principal Mitsui Yoritada.

"Let Fujii-kun decide for himself, no matter what sport, our school will support it, and as long as an athletic genius like him chooses, he will definitely produce results."

The vice principal, who was in his seventies, got up from his seat and forced the two coaches away with his eyes.

"I actually had already thought about it, and when I was a freshman, I entered the kendo club and participated in the annual National Kendo Championships, which happened to be the age requirement to participate."

With six times the physical fitness of ordinary people, and at the same time he has the strength of a swordsman in the late stage of LV3, he will definitely go in and kill indiscriminately, so Fujii Shu smiled confidently, and the sun shone on his face, casting a shadow.

——

In the conference hall of the island country's organs, Cabinet Secretary Zhou Tabiheirang, who had dealt with Fujii once, put his chin on his hands and slowly spoke in front of his subordinates on the two rows of the long table.

"The recent increase in the incidence of abnormal incidents, considering the future situation, I have discussed with the cabinet ministers many times, and there is no reason for us to sit idly by and watch the school of winning the championship at next year's National Kendo Championships, which will vigorously promote and support the genre that won the championship, and carry out the popularization of swordsmanship nationwide, and the ancient martial arts of the big country next door are also being promoted."

"Chief Zhoutori, is it the mainstream school of swordsmanship that will be the champion in the future? If this is done, some ancient schools will also send masters to participate, will there be player safety problems in the competition? ”

The subordinate on the left questioned because on the projection screen in the conference hall, next year's competition abandoned the previous protective gear, from the maximum protection equipment to only the neck helmet and chest protector light armor, and even the gloves were abandoned.

"What we need is a sword technique that can really protect ourselves, not a conservative performance technique, what is it to hurt a few players? If you don't have any roots, don't participate at all. ”

Zhou Zhiping refuted the past sharply, as the highest position here, he does not allow any opposing opinions, and besides, this is also a decision of the cabinet, if the implementation is not in place, the consequences will be borne by him, this is not a trouble that can be solved by a few bows on TV.

"Do you want to set up a bonus? How much is the right amount? ”

The henchman on the right spoke at the right time, skipping the necessary questions about holding the event and talking about the content.

"The winner is 100 million yen, the second runner-up is 30 million yen, and the third runner-up is 10 million yen, so it can also attract some masters in society."

After thinking for a while, Zhou Zhiping set the amount, and pressed the button of the projection, and several pitch-black swords were displayed on the screen, with different lengths and shapes, and the material was neither traditional bamboo nor wood.

"This is the practice sword to be implemented in the future, nylon material, there is a soft rubber layer on the outside, and the inner core is a steel bar, the damage to the human body is lower than that of the bamboo sword.

He introduced the above content, inheriting the page, and the more than five-foot-long Notai sword was presented on the screen, without missing any sword type.

"This thing is heavy, isn't it? Ordinary people can't move it, but I think it's almost as heavy as the real thing. ”

Someone mentioned it, and Zhou Zhiping reminded him of an acquaintance, and his weapon was a wild knife.

On the same day, in a mountain forest in Kyushu, a waterfall fell from a rock dozens of meters high, more than two feet wide, and beat the stones of a shallow beach day after day, making it extremely smooth.

The bare-chested one-meter-nine strong man let the water wash over his body, and at his side was a five-and-a-half-foot-long wild sword, the blade was unsheathed, and the cold light sank to the bottom of the stream, cold and awe-inspiring.

At the age of ten, his weapon was a quick and dangerous little sword.

After the age of 20, a 75-centimeter blade knife is commonly used.

Thirty and standing, change the arc of a more curved knife.

Now more than forty years old, at the peak of the human body and skills, he has been practicing in the mountains with this wild sword, relying on the school of Qi absorption technique, once killed a chaotic monster, although the reputation is not obvious, but the sword skills have reached the superb.

The fallen leaves slipped from the treetops, and he opened his eyes, grabbed the heavy Notai knife with one hand, waved his arms, and turned to face the waterfall.

The leaves split in half along the veins, and the waterfall broke off in an instant, and everything flashed in an instant.

"Master, I have your phone."

A clear young voice sounded on the shore, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old delicate boy, several sizes smaller than his physique, wearing a black short kimono, it was his eldest apprentice Yusuke Nagakawa.

"It's me Takeshi Sawai, your plan has passed?"

He went ashore and took the mobile phone, and on the other end of the phone was Zhou Yuping's voice.

"I see, next October. I will be participating, thank you for the announcement. ”

Sawai Takeshi hung up the phone, his face showed a touch of firmness, their Tianxin naturally flowed and was silent for several generations, and finally had the opportunity to spread the world.

"What about your junior brother? Did you do your homework today? ”

Thinking of his little apprentice, there are now a total of three people in Tianxin, Takeshi Sawai, the master of the genre, and his apprentices Yusuke Nagagawa and Higashino Shi, all of whom are orphans he has taken in and cultivated since childhood.

"It's done, Master, aren't you practicing?"

Yusuke Nagagawa asked behind him, and Takeshi Sawai, who was dressed in a single coat, did not turn around in response.

"We've got a lot of money left, right? We are going to go out of the mountain in September next year, and we will practice our sword skills well during this time, and I will pay close attention to it. ”

Takeshi Sawai tightened his belt, his tone became serious, and he looked up into the distance.

After all, there are too many masters in the world, and I can't guarantee that they will run rampant for a lifetime!

He thought, letting out a sigh.

(End of chapter)