I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 79
On August 8th, Hachioji High School played against Jinzunon High School.

This is the final of Koshien. Hachioji High School and Jinzunon High School defeated their opponents all the way and finally met in the final.

Fujii stood still, and after five consecutive games, he led Hachioji High School to defeat the opponent. The process was actually very boring, just keeping throwing the ball that the hitter couldn't hit, but today, his opponent is not boring.

"Kinzuno High School in Akita Prefecture is a dark horse known as the weed army. Although Hachioji High School is also participating in the Koshien team for the first time, it has an ace pitcher like Fujii and can enter the finals. Expected."

The TV commentary analyzed the situation for the audience behind the camera. Fujii Shu, who was on the mound, began to adjust his posture in the face of Jin Zunong's bat.

"Oh!"

The first ball went straight into Kobayashi Shuji's glove. His expression was frozen. He had spent a long time with Jinzu Nong in the hotel these days, and he didn't know what expression to use to face it.

Fujii still threw nine times like an invincible player, efficiently taking away the first three bats of Jinzunon, and when the Hachioji High School's line-up offense, it was also fruitless.

The round soon came to the seventh inning. Hachioji High School led the opponent by 3 points. Jin Zunong's lineup began to fight back, but the answer was useless. Fujii continued to throw high-speed straight balls like a robot, and occasionally Changed the ball, until the end of the game, the score remained at 3-0.

"The champion of this year's Koshien competition is Hachioji High School. They defeated the dark horse Jinzunong High School by 3 points."

After the on-field commentary announced the result, the reporters rushed forward and surrounded Fujii Shu. Now he would not want to sneak away like he did at the end of the football match.

"Fujii-san, I heard that the Kashima Antlers Club said that their football contract is still valid, and the signing fee of 2 million yuan, don't you consider it?"

"FC Tokyo has also spoken, and their No. 13 has been vacant for you."

Unable to escape, Fujii had no choice but to answer these people directly. He remembered a famous football star and could borrow his lines.

"At this time of year, I'm on the fence about whether to play professional sports. Maybe people are tired of it, but I really haven't made up my mind yet."

"I'm not sure I'm really ready. You know, professional sports are not high school competitions. I need to calm down and think about whether I should participate."

After dismissing these reporters, Fujii no longer intends to participate in public sports, at least for the past few years. When playing football, he is happy, but baseball brings him nothing but dullness and pain. I knew it would be better to learn from a certain idol and play basketball, but it was too late to regret.

The summer is over, and the second semester of the third year of high school begins. Koshien is like a shooting star, passing through life for a short time. Fujii returns to school, quits the baseball club, and does not join any new clubs.
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On the other side, in the middle of the night, a deal was going on.

After the performing geisha dispersed, two people with other plans started to get down to business.

"Please take a look, the long sword and the tiger are sharp, and the swordsman in the Warring States Period carried a sword."

The middleman of the sale hands the buyer a Taidao with a red lacquered scabbard.

"It's a good knife, can you pull it out and have a look?"

The buyer is a middle-aged man who has made some money in business and wants to find something with historical background to improve his taste.

"Of course, but I heard that the owner of this Huche was once a swordsman who devoted himself to the way of the sword. Be careful that his resentful spirit is also attached to the sword."

The middle-aged man made a joke. The middle-aged man was obviously more interested. He gently pulled the Kotoru Taidao out of the scabbard with one hand. Hundreds of years have not destroyed this Taidao. It has been as new for a long time. On the spine, the knife is well maintained and he loves it.

"How much? Make a price?"

The middle-aged man inquired directly, his fingers touched the blade, and he couldn't put it down.

"7000 million yen, buy it now, this is an antique from the Warring States Period."

The intermediary actually didn't know Huche's origin, but was just a funerary object discovered by his subordinates when digging the ancient tomb. It was not the first time he had dealt with such an unknown origin.

"what."

The blade accidentally cut through the middle-aged man's finger, and the blood flowed profusely. The middle-aged man didn't bandage it immediately, but stood up, lowered his head, and looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes.

"The morning dew fades away like my body, and the world has become a dream within a dream."

He inexplicably read out a peerless word, held a knife in one hand, and let out a long sigh.

"Why are you reading Toyotomi Hideyoshi's monkey poem? It's not his sword. If it were, 7000 million yen wouldn't be able to afford it."

The middle-aged man felt a little strange, the eyes of the middle-aged man were as cold as ice, and he raised his knife and stepped forward a few steps. The head of a certain guy who spoke badly fell to the ground, and the blood was all over the wall.

"The pariah who insulted Lord Guan Bai, hum!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be a different person, dipped his finger in blood, left his signature on the wall, and then walked away.

"Swordsman Nagara Susuke, kills people here, but I hope that the current swordsman can have a fighter."

Pushing open the door and leaving, the middle-aged man who directly called Nagara Sasuke left this message in neat Chinese characters.

"It's a madman."

Qianshu Xiashi, a policewoman holding a magnifying glass, carefully looked at the blood-stained Chinese characters on the wall, and commented affirmatively.

"This is no ordinary lunatic, look at the wound."

Her senior, Watanabe Rie, carefully looked at the middle man's head that fell on the tatami mat. The incision was even and smooth, and ordinary people would not be able to cut such a wound.

"It's the late Heisei era, are there still people who call themselves swordsmen? The murderer must have done this on purpose to interfere with our judgment."

On one side, the male detective Takeshi Yamada squatted down, using tweezers to collect the hair on the tatami, and complained without raising his head.

"Boom!"

The more experienced male detective Yuan Seiji gave a chestnut to Takeshi Yamada who was working, and also observed the dead head of the middleman.

"Hey, can you cut a wound like this?"

He asked Watanabe Rie, this woman's name is very gentle, but she is a violent person who is just the opposite. She is proficient in everything in kendo and jujitsu.

"It can't be done. No matter how sharp a knife is, it is difficult to cut off the head neatly in actual combat, especially the head of a living person."

Rie Watanabe shook her head, answered truthfully, and only after she finished answering did she notice Yuan Cheng's tone of sarcasm, and immediately glared at him.

"The perpetrator should be more than one person. An accomplice held down the victim's body, and then cut off his head."

Yuancheng Er got up resentfully, and analyzed his conjectures by himself. There were footsteps outside, and the door was pushed open. It was Daigo Yumi who had met once, the best friend of Mr. Miyagi, and an intermediate operative of the Special Operations Department.

"Excuse me, the Special Operations Division is doing business, please leave in an orderly manner."

Daigo Yumi squinted her eyes, showed the Metropolitan Police Department's action documents, and issued an order to evict the guests.

　I really can't write about baseball, so I'll switch to my daily life.After finishing the book, I will see if I have time and replace this baseball with a basketball.If it weren't for this book's recommendation, I would have deleted more than a dozen chapters and rewritten it, and stopped the loss in time to change the daily life. I'm sorry everyone, I can't write baseball articles, and I don't have the ability.

　　


(End of this chapter)