I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 164 After One Round

On the night of the opening round of the competition, Mitsui, the vice president of Waseda University, invited guests and found a high-end Japanese restaurant near the star-rated hotel that he temporarily rented for a week.

In addition to the vice-principal Mitsui, the guest was the admissions teacher Jun Hayakawa. After Toun Imamura sent him, the school temporarily pulled him to a position in the kendo department when he was idle, and served as a consultant for the kendo department for the time being. In the rented hotel.

Fujii and Ichikawa sat in a row, and Vice President Mitsui sat opposite Mr. Hayakawa. This Japanese food restaurant's specialty is deep-fried tempura and kaiseki cuisine, and the treats are worth the money.

"Fujii-kun, there are two others who have worked hard. Being able to enter the national competition has far exceeded our school's expectations. In the next few years, tuition fees will be completely waived, and there will also be full scholarships."

Vice-Principal Mitsui released some benefits at the beginning. Among the universities in the country, only Waseda qualified to participate in the national competition. He also won a lot of local ancient schools in Tokyo. I heard that Toyama-ryu’s tenth-dan swordsman is still lying in the ICU to continue his life. As the leader of the school, he can't pretend to be dead, can he, the rewards that should be given still have to be given.

"Thank you, Mr. Principal, I am very grateful."

At any rate, Sayamamae is also the current Minister of Kendo, and he can handle the scene. He is already a junior, and he drank it in one gulp from the Kiku Masamune sake cup.

The opposite Mr. Hayakawa wanted to drink less, but he watched the gaze of Vice President Mitsui, so he had to bite the bullet and down a few more sake. The reason is that you have to drink with the leader at the wine table.

"If, I mean, if you can enter the top eight, the school will reward you directly without admission to the master's degree. If you are the champion, each of you can choose a gift of less than 1000 million yen. There is no way, the Ministry of Education has restrictions, and the school's authority can only Made it here."

Vice-Principal Mitsui filled himself with wine, tsk tsk and tilted his head to complain about the Ministry of Education. It is more difficult to give money directly, and giving gifts can be regarded as a compromise measure. (The bonus of Zhongnan University of Economics and Law is only a few thousand yuan. It is not convenient for the school to give 1000 million yen directly.)
1000 million yen!I can even buy a GTR.

Rikichi Ichikawa inevitably became excited when he heard this. Who doesn't dream of a sports car?It's just that the economic conditions do not allow it. Although his family is rich, it is not rich enough to go directly to GTR.

But for the champion, we have more than 3000 million yen in equal shares, right?

Fujii thought of the prize money for the champion of the national competition. This money was deducted and paid directly to the contestants. The monthly salary of a general college student after graduation was 20 yen. If there was no food, drink or expenses, the salary increase of the previous year would be counted. , It will take more than ten years to earn 3000 million yen, which is definitely a huge sum of money.

"By the way, your opponent in the next round seems to be the Abe style of all eight dans (there is really an Abe style in reality, and most of the genres in this book really exist), work hard."

Vice-principal Mitsui mentioned tomorrow's opponent, and tomorrow's opponent is studying Fujii tree carefully.

On the small screen of the laptop, the figure of Fujii Ki was dancing, defeating one opponent after another, all of which were edited into a video.

General Abe Sutatsu of the Abe-style school, a 33-year-old eighth-dan kendo genius and a professor of the Department of Numbers at Imperial University, the absolute winner of life also made a difficult decision at this time.

"According to the calculation of the mechanical model, the normal strength of Fujii's contestant is six to seven times that of ordinary people, and the speed is far beyond ordinary people. When it explodes, it can damage the high-strength alloy core competition sword with a thickness of five millimeters and a width of two centimeters. Roughly It is estimated that it is more than ten times stronger."

They held a meeting in the hotel, and the Abe-ryu's central army and pioneers were also high-achieving students in science and engineering, because from the previous generation, the Abe-ryu's teachers were professors of physics, and the tradition of learning has continued to this day.

"There is no chance of winning at all! Is this physical fitness at the level of the captain of the United States? It is too exaggerated!"

The Abe Liu Zhongjun has a doctorate in mechanics, estimated the gap between the enemy and ourselves, and spoke bluntly.

"If this kind of person goes to participate in sports, any record can be easily broken."

The associate professor of Pioneer Mechanics followed suit.

"However, his two teammates are weaknesses. If you can solve them within 1 minute, the chance of winning will reach [-]%."

Abe Suda adjusted his glasses, as if he had seen through everything, and said seriously.

"With two fifth-tier swordsmen, it's not impossible to win quickly if you pay a little price."

The An Xinliu Zhongjun also pushed the frame. Everyone in the room is deeply myopic, but they can have eight-level superb sword skills.

"It's true, no matter how strong an individual is, before we carefully improve and calculate the Abe killing array, he will have to drink his hatred."

Pioneer nodded, and the atmosphere in the room relaxed a lot in an instant. The Guliu Sword School is not only proficient in killing swords, but also the inheritance of military techniques and formations is also an important content. Such things as killing formations cannot be broken by brute force alone.
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On the noisy street, Yato, a man with sweaty hands in black sportswear, was drinking on the side of the road. Ever since he was cheated out of a large sum of money by Taixu, he has been in this state, and even missed a response from a five-yen amulet.

"When will a super-large and luxurious Yato Shrine be built in downtown Tokyo!"

He was very drunk, shaking his head, holding the largest three-liter wine bottle in his arms, and muttering to himself.

A fiery red figure walked from the crowded crossroads, but the surrounding crowd seemed to be unable to see her existence. The skirt was neatly printed with a square pattern, the waist was tied with a wide black belt, and the double-edged long blade on the back The sword is slender and delicate, just like her alluring face, with tears and moles dripping from the corners of her eyes, her temperament is absolutely unparalleled.

Demon Venerable Suzaku?She came to see me?

Yato looked around, he was the only abnormal existence nearby, and the purpose of this fierce woman was self-evident.

"I heard that you also killed thousands of evildoers. Tell me about it. What happened is a disaster."

Suzaku has been looking for Yato for a long time, this homeless god always changes places to get drunk, and she doesn't want to use all her demon power to find someone, so she finally found him, so she can understand.

"Monster? Give me [-] yen, and I'll tell you."

A trace of melancholy flashed in Yato's pupils. After this incident, he became a disaster that monsters could not avoid. The bloody storm that was caused by one person in front of the Rashomon 800 years ago is still in his heart. In the depths, it is non-stop, intermittent, and annoying.

"Is this enough?"

Suzaku throws a piece of pure ruby, with hidden flames flickering inside. This is the companion of Suzaku's natal fire, and its value cannot be measured simply by money.

"Red Flame Crystal? You only get one piece in a hundred years, a treasure that contains a huge amount of fire energy! Enough is enough."

Yato is not an ignorant person, accepting the red crystal, if he finds a good buyer for this thing, at least half of his Tokyo shrine dream will come true.

"That day, I was drinking under the Rashomon as usual, the rain was heavy and the night was dark..."

The prosperity of Heian-kyo has been destroyed by successive years of wars. The Rashomon in Kyoto stands on the desolate land. The heavy rain is mixed with thunder, and the night is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

Under the broad sect of Rashomon, Yato, who was dressed in a short shirt, bought dirty wine from a restaurant. Thanks to the frequent wars, he, a god who has only been born for more than a hundred years, now has the combat power of the top of the big demon. Passionate, he is happy to see human beings killing each other, dyeing the earth red with swords, the more he kills, the faster his power will accumulate, unless he actively does not use the ability of this priesthood to absorb.

Under the eaves on the top of the door, rows of crows are sheltering from the rain. In this day and age, these carrion beasts are well-fed, and their bodies are almost as big as three or four-year-old children.

"quack!"

The crow screamed in horror, as if a natural enemy had appeared in the rain. Yato turned his gaze away, but he was just an ascetic monk walking in the rain. He was not an ordinary person who dared to walk in the ghostly capital late at night.

"Amitabha, may I ask the benefactor, is the capital ahead?"

The monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, but Yato smelled an unusual smell on him.

"It's Kyoto, but there are not many living people left. If you want to eat people, this is not a good place."

Ye Dou drank the turbid wine, there were less than [-] people left in the capital, all of them were poor people, and those princes, nobles and royal families had long since fled without a trace.

(End of this chapter)