Dr. Akita faced Ichikawa Rikichi's depressed posture, on the surface he didn't care, but the pace under his feet slowed down a lot, the distance between the two narrowed little by little, and their eyes looked at each other, whether it was ancient or modern kendo, there was a saying that there was one eye, two feet, three guts and four strength.

In order to gain insight into the opponent's movements, see both the actual actions and the inner thoughts, the sword master Miyamoto Musashi deconstructed the ancient [two methods of contemplating and seeing], emphasizing that the contemplation of the mind is better than the contemplation of things.

When holding with the opponent, in order to meet the needs of instant attack and defense, quickly control the change of direction of the body and feet at any time, and the instant development of the knife to carry out the melee kicking technique, there are similar moves in most ancient streams, and the pace is divided into forward and backward steps, rapidly moving sliding steps, confusing opponents' stepping steps and dodging dodge steps, but sometimes in actual combat will not strictly follow the above execution, Fujii tree relies on strong physical fitness, can use the sliding step for both attack and dodge, ordinary people can not do it so frequently, physical strength is a big problem. z.br>

Courage is easier to understand, take the executioner drawing the sword Zhai Scarlet Village Kenshin as an example, the moment he swings the sword, he only has the target, he doesn't think about the consequences of killing, he doesn't care about his own life and death, he can often win in front of the same level or even a slightly stronger enemy, and if the heart of the sword is hesitant, the battle between life and death will fall into disadvantage.

The strength of both the technical strength and physical fitness of the swordsman, in fact, the body of ordinary people is trained to the limit, and at most it has no more than twice the physique of ordinary people, and the physical gap between the top swordsmen in a similar age group is not to the point of being invincible, and the technical strength depends on talent and accumulated training to achieve.

Ichikawa Rikichi slowly straightened up, the tip of the sword sank and made a gesture for the lower section, and Dr. Akita also raised his sword as usual, and the distance between the two stepped into the range of one foot and one sword, and the tips of the sword touched each other, and at the same time took the middle section and touched again.

Dr. Akita took a step forward, holding a sword in both hands, and Ichikawa Rikichi subconsciously stabbed the sword body sideways, ready to change the move to a homeopathic oblique slash, but was blocked by Dr. Akita, who was one step faster, with a sword block, and kicked the calf at close range, losing his body balance in pain, and the two staggered, but Dr. Akita's nylon knife backhand stabbed Ichikawa Rikichi in the waist behind him.

"Tokyo Medical University Hospital General Akita Yoshifumi, win!"

The referee announced the result, and Ichikawa Rikichi was not depressed, killing two and consuming one, and he did a good job as a pioneer.

"I'll see you perform."

and the Fujii tree who came on the field slapped his palm, and Ichikawa Rikishi, who took off his helmet, was sweating profusely, and he didn't look at it for less than twenty minutes in total, and the battle with full strength and high mental concentration was a huge drain on physical strength.

It's finally your turn.

Dr. Akita stared at the face under the mask helmet with some greed, a few years of studying abroad in the United States, changed his sexual orientation, Fujii Tree, a handsome and unusually beautiful boy, made his body more energetic than before, and some of the physical strength consumed just now quickly recovered and returned to a full state.

This guy can't be a, right?

Fujii, who is used to seeing other people's eyes, encountered this situation for the first time, although he didn't have a girlfriend, but his sexual orientation was normal, and in order to avoid disgusting himself for a while, he decided to solve it quickly.

Rarely put on a posture of holding a sword in the opposite hand, the nylon blade he chose was seventy centimeters long, only ten centimeters longer than Zatoichi's, and the length of other people's stunts had little impact.

Backhand sword? What a rarity!

Although Dr. Akita is in his thirties and a sixth dan of kendo, he rarely sees an opponent with a backhand sword, considering that Fujii Shu is fighting as a Chinese army, his strength should be a little stronger than Ichikawa Rikichi, right?

Reverse a word chop!

It is true that Fujii, who is only a little stronger than Ichikawa, does not hesitate to step forward and rush forward, and Dr. Akita is on the defensive to meet the enemy in the middle, only to hear the sound of the wind, a gray shadow pulls out the remnants, and in the high-speed camera lens on the sidelines of Fujidai, he cuts through Dr. Akita's abdomen, knocks him back with a sword a few steps, and bends down and bows his head while holding the cuirass with several layers of leather cushioning, coughing dryly.

"Hit effectively, Waseda Army accumulates one point."

The referee on the sidelines raised the flag, and the kendo team of the Eastern Medical University called a three-minute timeout and hurried up to take a look

Fortunately, Dr. Akita's injuries were a professional medical team, and after untying Dr. Akita's protective gear, several middle-aged bald directors and deputy directors took turns to diagnose them, and informed the referee a few words, and sent the person off the field on their own stretcher.

"Tokyo Medical University Hospital abstained, Waseda University won."

The referee directly announced the result of the game, and everyone had signs of internal bleeding, wouldn't it cost him his life to let him play again?

"Young man, you're in good shape! Do you want to come to our hospital for a full body check-up another day, it's free of charge, let me do a clinical study."

Before leaving, a director of the Department of Internal Medicine of Tokyo Medical University deliberately found Fujii Tree, who was taking off his protective gear, his eyes were almost green, and he could be seriously injured with one blow while wearing protective gear, which was amazing.

"Well, no, thank you for your kindness."

In fact, Fujii Shu, who only used half of his strength, declined the other party's request, and despite having Rin Kamiya's connections, it was best not to expose himself.

"If you want to check it one day, call me, don't have to queue, I'll do it for you personally."

The director of the Department of Internal Medicine still didn't give up, and handed over a business card, Dr. Akita is not a cow or horse in his department, and if he is injured, he will not care.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

After this person left, there was applause from the side, Fujii looked over, and the person who clapped his hands was Imamura Shinonome, who was a general, and if nothing else, it would be difficult for Imamura to appear in the local contest.

"It's a wonderful backhand sword, and Fujii-san's progress is always amazing."

Imamura Shinonome's face was full of smiles when he was far younger than his age, he seemed to be always smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling inexplicably, only Fujii knew that under his kind appearance, there was a terrifying soul lurking, and the black smoke that wrapped around the back of Imamura Togumo's right hand became more and more intense.

It's just that Fujii doesn't know what Imamura Shinonome has planned, and wants to see what bad water he has in his stomach, and if he does it, he is absolutely sure that he can win.

"It's over, I'd like to ask you for advice another day, the last competition wasn't fun enough."

Fujii said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

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Late at night, Akihabara Street, English maid café.

"Knock knock."

A tall woman dressed in a red-clothed Hanfu knocked on the closed door, she was the only youkai who had emerged from the enchantment a few days ago, the Demon Venerable Suzaku.

"We're not open at night, this guest."

A lazy female voice came from behind the door, it was the owner of this shop, Kaguya Sixteen Hearts, the amorous off-the-shoulder mature beauty, also known as Kaguya.

"Then I'm going to break in."

Suzaku threatened unquestionably, and the long sword she was wearing was automatically unsheathed with a clear sound, conveying the mood of her master.

"Really, Aiori, go open the door and let Suzaku-sama in."

The people inside sighed helplessly, and the shutter of the café was opened, and the furnishings inside were very different from the daytime, and it was transformed into an Edo-style tavern state, with tatami mats on the floor, and Kaguyahime, dressed in a printed purple gold kimono, lying in front of the kotatsu table, smoking a hookah held in her palm.

"Long time no see, Suzaku-sama."

Kaguyahime seemed to be an old acquaintance with him, and after greeting him, Suzaku sat cross-legged at the kotatsu table, the saber at his waist retracted into its sheath, and untied it and threw it on the tatami mat that was thrown aside.

"I have come this time for the source of iniquity, which will not be removed for a day, and there will be no peace."

Suzaku with a flame-shaped mark in the center of his eyebrows, black hair and red pupils, and green silk scattered around his waist, carefully looked at Kaguya who was lying on his side, and frowned slightly, Kaguya Ji was a big demon when the enchantment was sealed thousands of years ago, and now he is still in the realm of big demons, has he lived in vain for so many years?

"I've heard that six hundred years ago, there was another evil, there was a man named Yato who killed thousands of demons, and you are the most well-informed here, help me find him."

Suzaku explained the intention, but Kaguya smiled and shook the golden step on the coiled hair.

"He's mysterious

I can't find him, and even if I do, it's useless, right?"

"I've been studying in the source world for a long time, and I've been here to investigate for half a year, and the evil is created, as long as I find out, there will be no forgiveness."

Seeing that Kaguyahime's tone was very tight, Suzaku didn't use force, and he couldn't get the information he wanted, so he left a cruel word and walked away.

"Really, it's going to be *** annoying again."

Kaguya watched the god of killing leave, foreseeing a bloody storm.