The sports doctor laughed out loud, the tibia of the calf is already fragile, and these people are desperate, so it's good not to get you a comminuted fracture.

"Send it away, next."

Beckoning the nurse to send Sayama off the field, he continues his work.

Only Fujii Shu was uninjured in the audience, leaving the venue amid the call of the audience, and in the next round of the game, only him and Ichikawa Rikichi were left to play.

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Late at night in Hokkaido, Otaru Port, a small town by the sea.

The construction crews of the Hokkaido JR Railway Company opened the route at the foot of the mountain, but since it was already the end of November, the land would be frozen in more than half a month, so they had to catch up with the progress overnight.

"Something seems to have been drilled into it, someone is here to help you."

Workers in yellow construction hats, waving white towels, walked out of the tunnel and shouted to their nearby companions.

"It's not going to be a tomb, is it? Then I have to report it to the Cultural Affairs Bureau, but it's troublesome."

The older employees frowned, flashlights flashlighted, and entered through the tunnel mouth at the foot of the mountain.

The width of the tunnel, which can accommodate three cars in parallel, will run through the hill on the outskirts of Otaru City, and the length is estimated to be about seven or eight hundred meters, and the tunnel walls inside have been hardened with cement, plus the load-bearing columns inside, so there is no need to worry about the risk of collapse.

A strange fishy smell blew out from the depths of the cave, and the workers covered their mouths and noses, and they were extremely uncomfortable.

"Could it be that you have dug up natural gas? It doesn't taste like it!"

Some people complained behind the old employees that they had seen too many construction workers, and they had encountered all kinds of strange things, often a false alarm.

The road ahead was originally illuminated by lights, but now there were no fingers, only the sound of whirring wind, as if a huge thing was gasping.

The most experienced veteran employee walked in the forefront, and the flashlight that could shoot hundreds of meters away could not illuminate the darkness in front of him, he reached forward and touched a squirming cold.

So in the sight of the workers behind, the old employee walked halfway and suddenly stopped, and the pitch-black space in front of him was lit up with two miserable green lights, the size of a washbasin, exuding a cold chill.

The old employee is a native of Otaru, and he remembered the local legend that the big snake lurking in the mountains was exactly what he touched. All kinds of legends come to mind.

"Ahhh

"There's a monster, run!"

The group of colleagues behind him screamed and ran away, but the old employees did not move, looking up at the owner of the pair of giant pupils, under the lights in the tunnel, revealing the black scales of the size of a palm, arranged in rows, the snake head of the head of the truck slowly opened, poking out the curved fangs of white jade, and an invisible wind rolled up, sweeping over the living creatures in the tunnel.

"Whoosh!"

The fleeing workers were separated from each other, and radioactive blood splattered from the white walls of the tunnel.

"It turns out that there really are youkai."

The old employee who looked up was rolled up by the bright red snake letter of the giant snake and swallowed it in his mouth.

"Heaven and earth aura, why hasn't it recovered yet, shouldn't the door be opened?"

After complaining dissatisfiedly, the surface of the giant snake shimmered with a glimmer of light, and disappeared from the sight of ordinary people, only the traces left by the ground swimming proved its existence.

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The tide rushes onto the beach and then retreats in a hurry, leaving behind a small amount of seafood.

A tall and sturdy man walks on the seashore with a cloth bag in one hand and a fork in the other, stopping from time to time to accurately stab the non-vital parts of the seafood with his fork and put it into the bag.

The moonlight shrouded the earth and the sea, and half of the man's face was illuminated by the moonlight, and he was surprisingly young and handsome, with a straight nose and a soft face, with a unique temperament of decadence.

He thrust a crab with teeth and claws, admiring its struggle, and included the victim in the sack.

And at this time

On the beach, there stood a ronin swordsman dressed in white feathers, with a beautifully decorated sword pinned to his waist, his appearance was more like a celestial man, his skin was as white as jade, his eyebrows were like paintings, he opened his eyes and looked at the man, only seven steps away.

Is this Kiyojuro Hiko?

The ronin swordsman is the Fujii tree who used the remaining trials of the simulation battle after the end of the third round, and this time there is only one requirement, to defeat Kiyojuro Higu who has the same physical strength as himself, the master of Kenshin of the Scarlet Village, and the master of the mystery of the current Flying Sword Stream.

Fujii Tree's LV4/99% kendo skills have been stuck for a long time, and at first he thought that the required experience was too high, but after not breaking through for nearly two months, he turned the breakthrough point to the next opponent of the simulated battle, Kiyojuro Hikoko, and the opportunity was the increasingly difficult national competition.

"It's finally here, revenge seeker?"

The unarmed Kiyojuro Hiko was not panicked, even though he only had a wooden fork in his hand, Fujii Tree was wearing the Blade of the Gods-Satoru Sword.

"Can you teach me swordsmanship? Seniors than Kiyojuro Koko."

Fujii Shu did not take the opportunity to start without talking about martial virtues, but sincerely pleaded, if the opponent did not agree, he could only force him to talk with a sword.

"Swordsman? It's amazing to be able to find this island."

After teaching Kenshin in the Scarlet Village, Kiyojuro Hiko went to this small overseas island to make a living as a pottery artist, sometimes rushing to the sea when the tide comes, and improving his food.

Unexpectedly, he would meet someone who was looking for trouble, and Kiyojuro Bigu frowned and turned around to leave.

"--!"

The sound of breaking the air came from overhead, and when it stopped half an inch from his hair, Kiyojuro Hiko used a wooden fork with one hand to block the sneak attack of Fujii Tree's sheath and knife, and his footsteps turned and retreated, facing Fujii Tree.

"Dragonhammer flash? Interesting."

Kiyojuro recognized Fujii's sword moves, and the only descendants of the Flying Heavenly Sword Stream in the world should be him and his apprentice Kenshin, and it is impossible for that kid to teach a disciple of this level now, which is interesting.

"For the sake of the teacher's sake, please give me more advice."

Fujii Shu pulled out the blade of the sword, backhanded *** on the beach, only held the wooden scabbard, lowered his body, and stretched his hand forward.

"Really, it seems that there is no way to leave without teaching you a lesson."

Bigu Kiyojuro threw down the cloth bag, the four-foot-long wooden fork in his hand was the thickness of an arm's arm, and he held it in both hands, and became a little serious, he wanted to beat the person in front of him violently, and asked how this guy learned the Flying Sword Flow that has been passed down from generation to generation.

The sea romance passed the soles of the two of them, washing away the footprints on the surface of the beach, Fujii Shu held the scabbard with one hand, placed it in the lower section, brushed the end of the scabbard with the other hand, and kicked the ground with both legs, making another killing move of the flying sword.

Long Xiang flash!

The familiar moves were performed in the hands of the person in front of him, and Kiyojuro Higu also responded with a dragon flash, and the scabbard and the wooden fork collided, deformed, and bounced off.

This kid's strange strength is no less than mine, and his speed is comparable to mine, what a horror!

Bigu Kiyojuro is calm on the surface, but there are ripples in his heart, he is very clear about what his own strength is, if he thinks, more than ten years ago in the Shogunate War, joining the Tokugawa Shogunate can even pacify Satsuma and Choshu Fan, change the current situation of the world, as for birth, old age, sickness and death, there is nothing to be done.

And the young man in front of him is actually the same kind of person as himself, although his swordsmanship is slightly inferior, he can be regarded as a great swordsman at the forefront of the world, enough to win the head of the general in the chaotic army, and he must be good.

Tornado flash!

Fujii dodged Kiyojuro's slash, turned in mid-air, and used centrifugal force to draw his sword and slash horizontally.

"Tornado!"

Kiyojuro Hiko also dodged Fujii's horizontal slash and swung it in reverse, and the wooden fork broke through the air and roared past.

Hydra Flash!!

Fujii Shu no longer dodged, and slashed eight times in an instant, forming a rice-shaped sword momentum, breaking through the tornado flash of Bigu Qing Juro, and the last move was a lore stab, faster than the sound of breaking the air!

"Sky Dragon!"

Than the ancient Kiyojuro has his own cracked moves, using the sword heart has not yet practiced the flying sword flow mystery,

Swinging the first slash, it rolled up a violent whirlpool of air currents, fixed Fujii's scabbard, and swung another sword in an instant, but there was an accident.

"Click!"

The wooden fork, which had endured many slashing battles, suddenly broke in mid-air, and it was lighter than Koseijuro's toes, passing by the slashed scabbard.

"Huh?! I can't help it."

Kiyojuro Hiko shrugged, dropped the broken wooden fork, and went back to pick up the cloth bag on the sand, and an eel slipped out, which he ruthlessly grabbed and took back to the bottom of the bag. z.br>

"Please wait a minute, we can try it another day."

Fujii stabbed the sword back into the scabbard and trotted after it, leaving new footprints on the beach that stretched infinitely.