At that time, Imamura Shinonome was a small and thin new student, and it is said that he was always bullied at work, so he decided to come to the dojo to practice.

But the other students in the dojo also began to bully the bullying Imamura Shinonome, who made him have a baby face that pleases women, and he doesn't have the strength to protect himself.

Hiroi saw it, but he didn't stop it directly, he knew that doing so would make those students even more aggressive against Imamura Shinonome behind their backs, so he took the initiative to start personally instructing Imamura Shinonome's sword skills.

"Drink, ha."

The thick wooden stick weighing eight or nine kilograms was as steady as a mountain in the hands of Hiroi, who was five big and three thick, and the exhalation sound from his mouth was subtle, and after he completely demonstrated the process of Su Zhen, he handed the wooden stick to the envious Imamura Shinonome with one hand.

"I, I can't move, so forget it."

At this time, Imamura Shinonome has not yet been perverted, and his personality is still very cowardly, and his body is not even comparable to ordinary peers.

"Take it, everything is from scratch, swing the stick five hundred times a day, use the breathing method I taught you, the physique will soon become stronger, this is the mystery of our direct heart shadow flow, ordinary students will not be able to touch it in a lifetime."

Hiroi forced the wooden stick through, he made an exception to teach the Moo breathing method that can only be learned by true disciples, looking at Imamura Shinonome's honest appearance, he should not reveal it, and he also explained the stakes in advance.

"Whew... Ha! ”

The first time Imamura Shinonome tried to swing the stick, he fell to the ground in one fell swoop, apparently because he couldn't control the force and couldn't bear the weight of the stick.

"Come again, practice a few more times and you can be like me."

Hiroi encouraged on the side, day after day, although Imamura Shinonome's body is not strong, but his perseverance is far beyond ordinary people, after a year of training, he successfully passed the fifth dan of kendo, and in the new generation of Zhixin Shadow Flow, it is also considered to be at the forefront of the level.

And Hiroi and Imamura Shinonome have also become friends who talk about everything.

Until one day, Imamura Shinonome suddenly asked him a question.

"I heard that the previous masters of our Straight Heart Shadow Stream had contact with a mysterious person in the white mask who reached the sky, leaving behind a scroll that could call that person, is it true?"

After the hard training, Imamura Shinonome suddenly became interested in the private rumors of Naosin Shadow Stream and asked Hiroi.

"There are scrolls, but the legend should be fake, it is estimated that the owner at that time was in order to gild the Zhixin Shadow Stream, and it was just a trick directed and acted by himself, and the thing was placed in the secret passage under the warehouse, and the key was here."

Hiroi shook his head and smiled, he had seen the scroll, an ordinary brocade material, nothing unusual, used for show.

He also deliberately took out the key he had with him to show his friends, but he didn't notice the longing in Imamura Shinonome's eyes.

Not long after, the scroll under the storeroom was stolen, and Hiroi, the person who kept the only key, was the most suspicious, and everyone found the broken scroll in his bedroom, and the original handwriting on it became blurred.

Hiroi looked at Imamura Shinonome in the crowd with disappointment, this secret is only known to Imamura Shinonome except for the current owner and him, the person who can do this, don't think about it, it is this guy who has taken care of himself for a long time.

Why? A useless scroll of kanji? Why are you framing me?

Until now, Hiroi still can't figure this out, he only knows that Imamura Shinonome also left Naoshin Shadow Stream soon after, and his strength has improved rapidly, and after a year and a half, he obtained the kendo seventh-dan certificate and entered the kendo department of Waseda University as an instructor, which has a much brighter future than him, a high school physical education teacher.

Imamura Shinonome, let's take this opportunity to break between us!

Hiroi clenched his fists and woke up from his memories, his hatred for Imamura Shinonome deepening.

——

The red jersey of the 13th was framed under a glass frame, and the orange light that was specially lit for it, and Mana Sakura, the head of the Fujii Tree Support Group, wiped the dust on it again, only two years after Fujii was born in his sophomore year of high school, but it felt like a century.

Now the support group is no longer active, from tens of thousands at its peak, it has dropped to less than 2,000 now, and a few disappear every day, I really don't know how long it will last.

She sighed, the TV was still playing in the living room, and suddenly a name caught her attention.

"Waseda University's pioneer Ichikawa Rikichi picked two people in a row, but unfortunately lost to the general Akita of the University of Eastern Medicine, and the next one to appear is Fujii Shu of the Chinese Army, a famous audience, it is the Fujii tree who has one project a year and is the champion every year."

The familiar name came from the TV, and Mana Sakura hurriedly ran to the TV, and the figure wrapped in a helmet and cuirass on the screen was the same as in his memory.

Sayakura Mana doesn't know kendo, and her understanding of football and baseball is also made up after being obsessed with someone, and she looks at Fujii Tree who is on the field a little nervously and salutes the opponent to distance herself.

Fujii-kun doesn't seem to have reported on practicing kendo, so is it okay to fight against these people who have been practicing since childhood?

She stared intently, only to see Fujii Shu holding the sword in his backhand, and the astonishing speed exploded in an instant, and the distance between the two went from seven steps to close, only a few tenths of a second passed, and when Fujii Shu fixed his body, his opponent had already covered the lower abdomen of the middle sword, and even withdrew from the field, bowing his head and bending over The performance was extremely uncomfortable, and he was surrounded by a large group of doctors in white coats to find out the injury.

"Awesome! Fujii-kun hasn't practiced kendo much, can he eliminate his opponent with one move? ”

Mana Sakura's eyes lit up, and the picture of taking off her helmet and communicating with the director of the Department of Internal Medicine after the game was also completely recorded and screened by Fuji Terrace.

I haven't seen it for nearly a year, Fujii Tree has grown a little taller than in my impression, it is estimated that it is almost 1.8 meters, and the appearance is still pleasing to the eye, with a cold temperament on the picturesque face, neither distant nor close, there is a feeling of leaving the world to stand.

After watching this program, Sayakura Mana checked it on the Internet, and the competition in which Fujii Tree participated was the national kendo competition that was officially publicized recently, and this year is the first year of the restructuring, and the degree of attention is higher than that of previous editions, and the national champion has a bounty of 100 million yen, and in the past, only a gold-plated silver medal would be issued.

She downloaded this video source from the official kendo website, and used her self-learning editing ability when she was the head of the support group to cut out a two-minute short video, and put it into her support fan base of only 2,000 people with pop music.

In the past, when it was the hottest, there were more than 20 fan groups of the same size, but after Fujii Shu was no longer participating in the event, fans took off their fans one by one, and those who can still hold on to today are all hardcore true love fans, and their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of passers-by.

"Did the group owner re-edit the old footage again?"

"No, this is something I've never seen before, Fujii-kun is on TV again!!"

"Really? Let me see. ”

"Thank you very much for the head of the group who is still paying attention to our family's Ah Shu, this appearance, this side face, ah! I'm going to die! ”

After the short video was released, the topic in the group immediately turned to the right track from what was delicious in Kyoto, and the support group, which had been in the doldrums for a whole year, exploded, and ninety out of five of Fujii's fans were women, which was quite an exaggerated proportion, otherwise Shirakawa, the president of Sony's Annipu Animation that day, would not have proposed to develop in the direction of artists.

"Tomorrow is the second round of the competition, and your companions from Tokyo and the Kanto region can come to this kendo gym, and the standard fee is 600 yen per person, and the front row will cost 2,000 yen to 3,000 yen.

After almost two years as the head of the support group, Mana Sakura has become very proficient in the process of organizing, typing a long series of texts, and attaching a cheering expression at the end.

"Thank you, Captain, we will definitely come tomorrow."

"The Genesys department has retired from the environment, it's our Ah Shu's era, how good it would be if he could participate in the movie."

"Then there will be a lot of pure beauty powder mixed in, and once the heat passes, I will lose the powder, so I don't want to get along with those locusts, I'm fed up."

"Yes, yes, Fujii-kun's beauty should not be tarnished by the entertainment industry, just enjoy it quietly."

For more than 1,000 times in the group, they began to quarrel over whether Fujii Shu should enter the entertainment industry, but a simple and ordinary Tokyo social animal Sakura Mana sighed, she doesn't have such lofty ideals, as long as she can look at that beautiful boy from a distance and shine on the field, she will be satisfied.

Tomorrow, it's time to fight again!

She turned to look at the number 13 jersey on the wall, a determined look.

Because, support is also a battle.

(End of chapter)