I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 137

Facing Ichikawa Reikichi's lowered posture, Dr. Akita didn't care on the surface, but his pace slowed down a lot. The distance between the two of them gradually narrowed, and they looked at each other, whether it was ancient style or modern kendo Two legs, three galls and four strengths.

In order to gain insight into the opponent's movements, see not only the actual action but also the inner thoughts, the sword master Miyamoto Musashi deconstructed the ancient "two ways of seeing" and emphasized that observing the mind is better than observing the object. Most of the semi-professional swordsmen in the Duan realm have mastered some of this method, but the level of comprehension and execution varies from person to person.

When confronting opponents, in order to meet the needs of instant attack and defense, quickly control the body and footstep changes at any time, and immediately launch close-up kicking skills when fighting with knives. There are similar moves in most ancient styles, and the steps are divided into rushing and retreating. Forward steps, fast-moving sliding steps, stepping steps to confuse opponents, and dodging steps are sometimes not strictly followed in actual combat. Fujii, relying on his strong physical fitness, can use sliding steps for both Attack is also used to dodge, and most people can't use it so frequently, and physical strength is a big problem.

Bravery is easier to understand. Take the example of the executioner who draws the sword Sai Feicun Kenshin. When he swings the sword, he only has the target. He doesn't think about the consequences of killing people. He doesn't care about his own life and death. To win, if the heart to draw the sword hesitates, the battle between life and death will fall into a disadvantage.

Strength refers to the technical strength and physical fitness of a swordsman. In fact, when an ordinary person's body is trained to the limit, at most it will have no more than twice the physique of an ordinary person. The physique gap between top swordsmen in similar age groups is not invincible. Technical ability depends on talent and accumulated training.

Rikichi Ichikawa straightened up slowly, with the tip of the sword lowered to make a gesture of raising the lower section, and Dr. Akita also raised the sword lower section as usual. The distance between the two of them came within the range of one foot and one sword.

Dr. Akita took a step forward, stabbing with the sword in both hands, Ichikawa Rikichi subconsciously sideways slashed at the blade of the stabbing sword, and was about to change his move into a diagonal slash, but was blocked by Dr. Akita, who was a step faster, with his sword and kicked him close to him. The calf was so painful that he lost his balance. The two passed each other, but Dr. Akita's nylon knife stabbed Ichikawa Rikichi's waist behind him with a backhand.

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

The referee announced the result, and Rikichi Ichikawa did not end in frustration. He killed two and consumed one. As a pioneer, he has done a good job.

"Let's see your performance next."

He clapped hands with Fujii who played, and Ichikawa Rikichi, who took off his helmet, was sweating profusely. Regardless of the fact that he played for less than 10 minutes in total, the battle with full strength and high concentration consumes a lot of energy .

Finally it's your turn.

Dr. Akita stared greedily at the face under the mask and helmet. During the years of studying in the United States, he changed his sexual orientation. An unusually handsome boy like Fujii made his body more energetic than before. Just now Some of the physical strength that was consumed quickly recovered and returned to a full state.

This guy can't be gay, can he?
Fujii, who is used to seeing other people's eyes, encountered this situation for the first time. Although he does not have a girlfriend, his sexual orientation is normal. In order to avoid disgusting himself for a while, he decided to make a quick decision.

It is rare to assume the posture of holding the sword backwards. The nylon blade he chose is [-] centimeters long, only [-] centimeters longer than Zatoichi's. Using other people's unique skills, the length has little effect.

Backhand sword?How rare!

Although Dr. Akita is in his thirties and a 30th-dan kendo, he rarely sees opponents who use backhand swords. Considering that Fujii played as a Chinese army, he should be a little stronger than Ichikawa Reyoshi, right?
Inverse one word cut!
Fujii, who was indeed only a little bit stronger than Ichikawa, stepped forward without hesitation. Doctor Akita faced the enemy on the defensive in the middle, only to hear the sound of breaking wind, and a gray shadow pulled out the remnants. Cut through Dr. Akita's abdomen, knocked him back a few steps with the sword, bent over and lowered his head while covering the breastplate with several layers of leather cushioning, coughing continuously.

"Effective strikes, the Waseda Zhongjun scored one point."

The referee raised the flag on the sidelines, and the kendo team of the Eastern Medical University called a 3-minute timeout, and hurried up to see Dr. Akita's injury. Fortunately, they were a professional medical team. They untied Dr. Akita's protective gear, and several middle-aged bald The director and deputy director of the hospital took turns to examine, informed the referee a few words, and sent him off on the stretcher he brought.

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

The referee directly announced the result of the game. Everyone showed signs of internal bleeding. Wouldn't it be fatal to let him play again?
"Young man, your body is really good! Do you want to come to our hospital for a full-body examination some other day? It's free of charge. Let me do clinical research."

Before leaving, a director of the Department of Internal Medicine of the Eastern Medical University found Fujii Shu who was taking off his protective gear. His eyes were almost glowing green. It was amazing to be able to hit a serious injury while wearing the protective gear.

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

In fact, Fujii, who only used half of his strength, declined the other party's request. Although there are connections with Rin Kamiya, it is best not to expose himself.

"Someday you want to check, call me, no need to queue, I will do it for you myself."

The director of internal medicine still didn't give up, and handed over a business card. Dr. Akita is not a beast in his department, he will be hurt if he gets hurt, so he won't care.

"Crack, snap, snap!"

After the person left, there was applause from beside him. Fujii Shu looked and saw that the person clapping was Imamura Toun, who was a general. If nothing else happened, it would be very difficult for Imamura-sensei to appear in the local contest.

"It's really a wonderful backhand fast sword. Fujii-san's progress speed is always surprising."

Imamura Toun's face, which is far younger than his age, is full of smiles. He seems to be always smiling, smiling, shallow, and inexplicable. Only Fujii knows that under his kind appearance, there is a terrifying soul hidden. The black smoke on the back of Imamura Tomo's right hand became more and more intense.

It's just that Fujii still doesn't know what Imamura Dongyun's plan is, and wants to see what bad water is in his stomach. If he does it, he is absolutely sure that he will win.

"I'm sorry, I want to ask you for advice another day. The last competition was not enjoyable enough."

Fujii said, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
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Late at night, Akihabara Street, English-style maid cafe.

"Dong dong."

A tall woman in a red Hanfu knocked on the closed door. She was the only monster that appeared from the barrier a few days ago, the monster Suzaku.

"We are closed at night, customer."

A lazy female voice came from behind the door. It was the owner of the shop, Kaguya Shikushin, that mature beauty with a charming strapless shoulders, also known as Kaguya Hime.

"Then I'm going to force my way."

Suzaku threatened unquestionably, and the long sword she wore automatically unsheathed with a clear sound, conveying her master's mood.

"Really, Aori, go open the door and let Master Suzaku come in."

The people inside sighed helplessly, the rolling shutter door of the cafe was opened, and the furnishings inside were quite different from the daytime, transformed into an Edo-style tavern, with tatami mats on the floor and Kaguya wearing a printed purple gold kimono Ji lay in front of the kotatsu table, smoking a hookah in her palm.

"Long time no see, Master Suzaku."

Kaguya Hime seemed to be an old acquaintance with this person, after greeting, Suzaku sat cross-legged beside the kotatsu table, put the sword around her waist back into its sheath, untied it and threw it on the tatami mat beside her.

"I came this time because of the source of evil. If I don't get rid of it, there will never be peace."

Suzaku with a flame-shaped mark between her eyebrows, black hair and red pupils, black hair hanging around her waist, carefully looked at Kaguya Ji lying on her side, her eyebrows slightly frowned, Kaguya Ji was a great demon when the barrier was sealed thousands of years ago , and now you are still staying in the realm of the big demon, have you lived for nothing for so many years?

"I heard that there was another evil disaster 600 years ago. A man named Ye Dou killed thousands of evildoers. You have the best news here. Help me find him."

Suzaku explained the purpose of coming, but Kaguya Ji smiled and shook the golden swing on her coiled hair.

"He is very mysterious. I can't find him. Even if I find him, it's useless, right?"

"I have been studying in the source world for a long time, and I have also come here to investigate for half a year. Evil is created. As long as I find out, I will kill without mercy."

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

"Really, there's going to be big trouble again."

Kaguya Ji watched the killing god leave, foreseeing a bloodbath.

(End of this chapter)