"Hmm... You're... Evil..."

Hiroi stared at Imamura Togumo's face, his body stepped back and pulled out the nylon knife in his abdomen, the nylon knife covered with a layer of black smoke was far harder than himself, and the blade was still straight, unlike the broken blade in his hand, which was useless to break with just one slash.

"Don't really blame me, if you pretended nothing happened, I would have let you go."

Imamura Higashiun Zhen went to the blood on the surface of the sword, dyed the white wall on one side red, raised his hand and swung his sword, slashed Hiroi's calf, and made the senior brother who had taught him kneel in front of him.

He abandoned the knife and grabbed Hiroi's hair with his right hand, billowing black smoke poured out from the wound on the back of his hand, devouring the dying Hiroi, and after a while, the hideous wound on his hand healed and disappeared, and the black smoke poured into Imamura Shigumo's body, making him moan a few times in comfort.

Crystal tears slipped from the corners of Imamura's eyes, and he looked in the direction where Hiroi had disappeared and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Hiroi."

He seemed to regret what he had done, but the corners of his mouth lifted as he spoke.

"But who made it so delicious, I really couldn't help it, so I had to move, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After devouring his former senior brother, Imamura Shinonome closed his eyes and felt the effect, and threw a punch with an empty explosion, nine times the body of an ordinary person, unprecedentedly powerful.

Next, it's finally your turn, Fujii-san.

Imamura Shinonome thought with satisfaction, picked up the crime tool on the ground, waved his hand to summon a cloud of black smoke, and eliminated the surrounding traces, after Hiroi's Civic sedan was covered, the dash cam in the car sparked, and the whole car ignited a fire from the fuel tank, and his figure gradually faded away under the firelight, shaking and twisting.

——

In front of the Japanese-style garden, Rinori Otake, who was a kendo guest at Fujidai yesterday, kneels in a teak-floored bungalow, with a bladed sword pinned to his waist, and is wearing a traditional black training uniform with a tie on each shoulder.

He slowly got up, pulled out the knife at his waist, held it against his hand, and slashed forward in an instant, cutting off the white smoke rising from the tea table.

"Is this a new move you've created? It's very powerful. ”

The half-white-haired man knelt down at the tea table and exclaimed in heartfelt admiration.

"Shibukawa, this trick was used by a contestant when I was commenting on the show yesterday, but I tried many times, but I couldn't reach that person's speed, and the original cut was really instantaneous and difficult to parry."

Otake Ridenori, who is already the ninth section of the sword, is very modest, and the sword of the island country can be tested at most eight sections, and the nine sections of the sword master and the ten sections of the sword saint are all recognized as outstanding swordsmen can obtain, and there are only three existing ten sections, and there are only a dozen of the nine sections, even if they are placed in the Warring States Period, the nine sections of the swordsman are also well-deserved swordsmen.

Otake Rishinori's apprentice Maeda Shibukawa, the ancestor was born in a samurai family, and the Maeda clan has a little relationship, and now he is the eight-dan swordsman of Katori Shinto Stream, and he can also be rated as a nine-dan in a few years, and the swordsmanship is actually not weaker than his teacher, but in one class, there are often no two swordsmen with the title of nine dan, so as not to dominate the family.

"I heard that Takei Ze, who is naturally flowing in the heart of heaven, also brought his two apprentices to compete in Kyushu, this should be our Katori Shinto-ryu's biggest rival, right?"

Maeda Shibukawa appropriately reminded his teacher, Takei Ze and his people swept the ancient flow dojo of the entire island country in the millennium, and no one could resist, after more than ten years of practice, no one knew how much strength could be improved, and they were secretly speculating.

"That kind of monster, let's let the tenth-stage sword saints of our country deal with it, didn't they dare to stop it last time when they held their own identities? This time the championship is related to the national promotion policy, and it is time to lead the tiger down the mountain. ”

Otake Toshinori seems to be very dissatisfied with the three ten-dan sword saints who have pressed his head.,The kendo association of the island country.,The manipulators behind the scenes are them.,He Katori Shinto is the oldest school of swordsmanship.,But sometimes you have to be pointed at by these derivative schools of the Middle Ages.,It's hard to have no opinions.。

"Did you write down that trick? It seems to be called a reverse word slash, if you meet a young swordsman named Fujii Tree in the national competition, you must be careful of his slash. ”

After taking a sip of hot tea, Daitake Rinori continued to act, he preferred to study swordsmanship rather than intrigue, but he was in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't help himself.

——

In the dim living room, a white ash was lit, and after the other three were placed in the dry and wrinkled hand, he stroked the small knife on his waist, only a flash of cold light, and the four white waxes were lit at the same time, but they were also a little shorter.

"Whew!"

The old man, who was over the age of old, blew out the embers on the small sword, put on a loose black kimono, and turned the blade into the sheath.

"Takeshi Sawai, how to deal with it?"

On the other side, the bald old man with an ancient knife in his arms closed his eyes and asked, and on the other side, the youngest participant frowned, scratched the silver-white hairstyle at the root of his hair, and was silent, with a knife on his right hand.

"Last time I had a draw with him to get rid of him, but now he's older and not an opponent."

The inch-haired old man was annoyed by the other two, and finally spoke.

"Our apprentices are not this man's opponents, he has been invincible in the world after more than ten years of penance in the mountains."

The only inch-haired old man who has ever had a relationship with Takeshi Sawai is very discouraged, and it is rare that this time the government wants to revive kendo, and now he has to make a wedding dress for others.

"Really, it's useless to count on you, it's up to me in the end."

The bald old man with a knife in his arms took out a square wooden box from the placket of his coat, and flicked open the lid, which contained three fishy pills, all the size of marbles.

"Tian Centipede Pill, the legend is that hundreds of years ago, after a monk with the law name Huiyuan begged for a thousand-foot demon, he practiced a bottle of pills, took it, and burst out of potential within three hours, which can compete with the legendary monsters."

The bald old man explained seriously, patted away the hand of the inch-haired old man, and continued.

"However, the side effect is to overdraft a few years of life, and if we take one at our age, we won't have a few days to live."

"It's okay, I'm more than eighty years old, six hours of medicine is enough for me, as long as I can maintain the honor of our Hushanliu, this price is nothing."

The old man pinched a pill and his attitude was categorical.

"How much does this pill cost? I'll pass it on to you later. ”

The inch-haired old man also grabbed one, even if he didn't use it, he could collect it, the pill self-manifestation flow was really a lot of treasures, and this kind of forbidden medicine with an effect against the sky could also be obtained, and they didn't have this ability if they were first-class in the second day.

"A friendship is worth 100 million yen, no credit, give it now."

The bald old man stretched out one hand and asked for money, and someone blew out the ash and fled in the dark.

"Yaga! Don't try to run, take the money. ”

A roar sounded in the darkness, and sword light flickered everywhere, and the murderous aura was rampant.

——

The day after the second round, Fujii went shopping at the convenience store across the street from his apartment, mainly to buy snacks and magazines to pass the time, and during the three-week local competition, he and Ichikawa Rikichi were granted special leave, and the various courses during the period were handled as they had arrived, so that they could recharge their energy and concentrate on preparing for the competition, in addition to going to the school kendo activity room every afternoon to train and stay in shape.

"Welcome."

As soon as he entered the door of the convenience store, the petite female clerk Naomi Hayada immediately bowed to him, and Fujii Shu smiled in return, the owner of this shop, Matsumoto, is very interesting, and his appearance is very similar to the monk actor Takeshi Muro, who is the brave in the Japanese drama, but he has curly hair and looks like a greasy uncle.

"It's a big shock, super high school student Fujii participated in the kendo competition after going to school, and defeated two enemy generals."

Standing in front of the shelves lined with magazines and publications, Fujii Shu took it casually, it was a magazine with his mosaic face printed, he was not a public figure such as an artist, plus he was a minor, he could not use his portrait for commercial purposes without permission, and the TV broadcast was a license set at the time of the competition, so there was no need to code.

Turning the second page, showing a wry smile, sure enough, they have their own magical powers, and the faces of real people can't be reported, so they simply drew portraits in comic style, and it is difficult to sue, and they can't lose much if they win the lawsuit.

Chocolate chips, Lay's chips, Fat House Happy Water, and a box of ice cream.

Fujii Shu was not interested in reading the magazine, turned around and picked out his favorite snacks, took them to the cash register, and handed them to Matsumoto, the curly-haired middle-aged uncle.

"Hey! It's 1,160 yen in total, do you need anything else? Okamoto 001 is 50% off. ”

The manager of Matsumoto said the name of a certain health supplement without shrouding, as if Fujii Tree could really use it.

(End of chapter)