This answer made Fujii Shu cry and laugh, and after finally sending it away, the last player of Kanto Ichigao, the general Hiroi, appeared on the stage.

"Boy, I'm not one of those ordinary kendo practitioners, I'm not going to be able to do it, I'm sorry, Hiroi Seyuki."

Hiroi Weng reported his name angrily, raised his sword and pointed at Fujii Shu, his target, but Waseda's general Imamura Shinonome, this grudge past, to be cut off by his own hands.

"Flying Sword, all are passed on, Fujii tree."

Fujii Shu earnestly reported his name, his posture sank, holding the sword behind him, and the two looked at each other, waving the sword separately.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The third senior brother Hiroi, who used to be straight to the shadow flow, really had two hits, and he fought a few moves against Fujii Shu, and on the surface, he did not fall behind, and blocked the opponent's attacks one by one.

What did this kid grow up eating? The physique is just like a normal person, how can you have so much strength!

If it weren't for the special primordial vibration hammer of the straight heart shadow flow, Hiroi would not have been able to block Fujii's slash so easily, and he finally understood why Ueno-sensei's performance was so unbearable, this kind of strange power cannot be resisted by will.

Whether you're a Flying Sword Streamer or any other genre, I'm going to defeat you and complete my revenge.

Hiroi clenched the hilt of his sword, his heart burned like a fire, Imamura Shinonome ruined his kendo future, and he couldn't swallow this breath.

Breathing calmly, Hiroi recovered all his strength, and the eight-phase posture erected his sword in order to attack more flexibly and actively.

Long Xiang flash!

Fujii bent his knees, catapulted out, and slashed with force from the bottom up, and rushed in front of Hiroi in the blink of an eye, and Hiroi attacked and defended, and a sword fell at the same time.

"Hmm!"

Hiroi, who was hit by the sword in his chest, snorted, his sword momentum slowed down, and was dodged by Fujii Shu, hitting the ground, causing the nylon steel core to bend and deform, permanently damaged.

"The blow is effective, and the Waseda army accumulates one point."

The referee's speech and Hiroi was inexplicably irritable, threw away the obviously bent nylon knife in his hand, and walked to the sidelines to change to a spare sword of the same specification.

Shaking off his numb hands, he looked at Fujii again, still unwavering, Hiroi took a deep breath and changed to the next one.

Fujii turned his neck, holding the sword in one hand in the lower section, and the two slowly approached each other until the tips of the swords touched, and they lifted upwards like lightning at the same time, and they touched in the middle, Fujii Shu slid around the side, and the sword turned around, and slashed horizontally between Hiroi's throat.

"Ahem! Ahem! ”

At this time, Fujii Shu's thirty percent strength also made Hiroi uncomfortably take off his helmet on the spot, and coughed dryly several times, obviously extremely painful.

"The blow is effective, and the Waseda army accumulates one point."

The cold declaration rang in Hiroi's ears, and he raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and glared at the referee whom he felt was troublesome.

It's time for it to end.

Fujii Shu reversed the blade of the sword, intending to defeat the enemy in front of him with his ultimate, and with the experience of almost beating others to internal bleeding last time, this time he would only use three percent of his strength throughout the whole process.

"There has appeared, the backhand sword stunt that killed with one hit in the last round, Fujii Tree player has to be serious."

In the live TV broadcast room of Fuji Channel, the host Nobuo Yasuda said seriously to the invited naïve Katori Shinto Stream nine-dan swordsman Otake Toshinori Otake.

"According to the arguments on the Internet, Fujii Tree used a sword move that imitated the sword of the Edo legend sword lord Zatochi, and it is known as the trick of the reverse one character swordsmanship, what do you think, Mr. Otake?"

Otake Ridenori was actually repeatedly invited by senior government officials.,Plus I also want to revitalize the ancient flow of swordsmanship before I agreed to be on TV.,At the age of seventy this year, he's no longer able to do it.,The Katori Shinto stream contestants to which he belongs are his three apprentices.,And the headquarters of Katori Shinto-ryu is in Chiba Prefecture.,The competition area is not as involuted as Tokyo.,So I'm also free to participate in the show.。

Is there a blind swordsman in Zatoichi in history? Don't listen to the wind or the rain!

Otake Toshinori complained inwardly, but he was still very kind on the surface, and nodded seriously in reply.

"Although the move of the backhand sword is rare, it is still available in the Guliu Sword School, and this Fujii player may be using some kind of Guliu secret technique."

On the field, Hiroi shouted with red eyes and slashed with his sword, Fujii Shu came first, slashed through a line of cold light against a word, and hit Hiroi's legs hard, and then the sword momentum went up, hitting his chin, knocking the tightly fastened neck guard helmet away, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Failed? My revenge, I don't even have the ability to see my enemy, it's ridiculous.

Hiroi looked up at the ceiling of the kendo hall, and there was only a blazing white light, when suddenly a figure broke into sight and stretched out his hand towards him.

"You played well, you should have a seven-dan level, let's take a level after a while."

Fujii Shu pulled up Hiroi on the ground, hugged and comforted the frustrated man, as the winner, he had generosity.

"Thank you, I'll practice hard and fight again next year."

Hiroi, who was obviously more than ten years older than Fujii, bowed to Fujii with respect, but when he turned his head to look at the bored Imamura Shinonome in the contestant's seat, his eyes were still sharp.

And now the village Dongyun reciprocated with a smile with a deep meaning.

——

"You guys should be safe when you go back, and I'll see you at school tomorrow."

Imamura Shinonome, who is a kendo instructor, said to everyone.

After the victory, the people of the Waseda Kendo Club dispersed, and Fujii noticed that Imamura Shinonome had brought two nylon knives, and while he was thinking, he was interrupted by Ichikawa Rikichi.

"Let's make a train together, and I'll move to a nearby apartment where Fujii-san lives, so I can stop by in the future."

"Oh, okay, going out for dinner at night?"

Fujii Shu and Ichikawa Rikichi walked away and left here.

In the underground parking lot of the kendo hall, the security guard in charge of the monitoring got up and slapped a snow-white monitor screen, which was normal just now, why did it all break down all of a sudden.

Hiroi waited quietly in his Honda Civic for a long time before he dissipated the negative emotions in his heart, and he had to go home at night to get along with his wife and daughter, and he didn't want to go back with emotions.

When the car key was turned on and the lights came on, a black shadow flashed in front of the car.

Is it a hallucination? Humans can't move at this speed, right?

He shook his head, wondering if the final blow from Fujii was too heavy, causing a visual afterimage.

"Want to talk? Senior Brother Hiroi. ”

A voice sounded from the side of the driver's license window, and Hiroi turned his head to see the smiling face of Imamura Shinonome, appearing outside the car door.

It came just in time, I didn't expect you to dare to find it yourself.

Hiroi opened the door and got out of the car, and looked at Imamura Shinonome, who he hadn't seen for three years, this guy's appearance had not changed, wearing dark blue casual clothes, holding two nylon knives used in the competition, and throwing one over.

"I guess, Senior Brother Hiroi, you must want to try it with me, in order to avenge the entrapment back then, junior brother, I understand you, and I will send it to the door to ask for a lesson or two."

Imamura Shinonome took a few steps back, posed as a hidden knife, dragged the knife behind him, and pointed the tip of the sword to the ground.

The anger in Hiroi's heart rekindled, it couldn't be solved during the game, it didn't matter if it was put off the field, there weren't so many rules and regulations, it could be completely divided into high and low, and it would be shameful.

"What was the use of that scroll back then? Is it just to frame me? I'm afraid it's not that simple, right? ”

Before the fight, Hiroi wanted to ask the reason for the theft of the scroll back then, and Imamura Shigumo damaged the beautifully decorated ancient scroll and threw it into Hiroi's bedroom, Hiroi couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for three years, is this the evil nature of human beings, doing evil for the sake of doing evil?

"What about that? I also want to thank you, Senior Brother Hiroi, for all this creation is due to you. ”

Imamura raised his right hand and showed it to Hiroi to take a closer look, and a hideous wound visible to the naked eye twisted and mean, and bursts of black smoke came out of it, which was incredible.

"The scroll summons the mighty one too empty, and he personally teaches the opportunity, how can humans compare to the monsters, so I." Imamura Shinonome smiled smugly and swung his sword to slash away.

"I'm not going to be human!"

Hiroi, who raised his sword to block, flew out and slammed into the load-bearing pillar of the underground garage with a muffled sound.

"Look, you, who have practiced swords for more than 20 years, are not my rookie opponent who has only practiced for four years at all, this is the difference between humans and monsters, talent, physique, ability, monsters are all crushing humans."

Imamura Shinonome completely took off his disguise, his face was full of sick smiles, Hiroi, who had just struggled to get up, was knocked to the ground by him with another sword, and under the physique of seven or eight times that of ordinary people, any technique was useless.

"You monster!"

Hiroi gritted his teeth and rushed up, swinging his sword with all his might, and Imamura Shinonome's cheek was cut by a thin cut, and it turned out that the nylon knife in Hiroi's hand had been broken, and it was the steel chip in the middle, which injured him.

It's better to be a monster than to be a human being bullied.

Imamura Shinonome looked at Hiroi coldly, the nylon knife in his hand penetrated through Hiroi's abdomen, and the bursts of black smoke in his right hand temporarily covered the sword body.

(End of chapter)