I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 84
Hase Azusa's troubles, Fujii has not noticed yet, but after school, the number of people going to the Kendo club changed from one to three. If he could see, he would also find that Shinnosuke was also in the queue.

When he came to the Kendo Club, Fujii got a piece of unexpected news.

"Minister Ichikawa's father is hospitalized, and he can't come to the Kendo Department for guidance during this time."

The members of the Kendo club told him that the strongest Ichikawa Rikichi was not there, so there was no suitable opponent for the challenge.

On the other side, in the white ward, the man lying on the bed was the man in kimono who was injured after fighting with Nagara Sousuke.

"Who hurt you? Dad."

Ichikawa Rikichi who was guarding the bed was peeling an apple. His father, Ichikawa Nobutaka, who was practicing in his gymnasium last night, was stabbed in the abdomen with a knife. Fortunately, the wound was not fatal and the ambulance arrived in time.

"I don't need to know my name, I'm just an unknown swordsman passing by."

Nagara's reply echoed in Ichikawa's ears, he turned his face and opened his mouth slowly.

"It's just a competition with masters. It's fine to be inferior in skills, but you can't also fall into inferior character."

"What age is it, are there still people who use real knives to learn? It will kill people."

Ichikawa Rikichi obviously does not agree with his father's concept, and he is already the father of the eighth-dan kendo. The father who has understood the essence of his ancestor Ichikawa's sword style, there is still someone who can defeat him and convince him. He is completely free of the stubbornness of the past.

"As a swordsman, I don't even have the courage to fight with a real sword, so why not hold a sword at all."

Ichikawa Nobutaka's temper came up, and he blamed a few words before he remembered the matter of the gymnasium.

"By the way, did the bastards from the Sumiyoshi Association come to make trouble? They have been eyeing the land of our gymnasium for a long time."

When he first met Nagara Shosuke, before the fight, he mistakenly thought that he was someone Sumiyoshi would invite, but once he fought, he knew that Nagara Shosuke's sword would not be dirty for money or the like.

"No, now there is a police seal outside the gymnasium, and they dare not come."

Rikichi Ichikawa answered truthfully that the Sumiyoshi Society is one of the major underground forces in the island country. Although the policy of cracking down on violent gangs has made the underground forces in the island country feel uncomfortable these years, they have turned to real estate and other industries. Buying land at a high price and reselling it to real estate developers in collusion is a reserved skill for underground forces in various countries.

"That's good. During the period of my recuperation, the gymnasium will be handed over to you, and the school has to go. This time you only got the fifth place in Tokyo. If there is no successor next year, won't the kendo department be lost?" ?”

The injured Ichikawa Nobutaka still has the heart to care about the kendo club led by his son. The kendo level of high school students in Tokyo has always been very good, and the son of the fifth-level semi-professional swordsman can only get fifth. , but it also explains the problem.

"A newcomer came recently, he should be better than me, but unfortunately he is also in the third year of high school."

When the question of successors was mentioned, Ichikawa Rikichi also had a headache. Finally, someone he could count on came. Unexpectedly, he was also a third-year student. In next year's Yulong Kendo Competition, he won't even be able to make it to the top eight, right?
"Is the sword skill stronger than you? It's rare."

Ichikawa Nobutaka looked at his son's hands peeling apples, the joints and crotch were full of calluses, his son who practiced Ichikawa's sword style since childhood, there are not many peers who can be better than him.

"No! It's my physical fitness, strength, speed, and reaction, which completely crush me. I'm simply a monster."

Speaking of Fujii, Ichikawa Rikichi came to his spirits, made a gesture, and reproduced the stance that Fujii hit him with a straight stab at that time.

"Is it so strong? It feels like you should practice swords by nature. If you were in the Warring States period, this kind of person would probably become a famous general like Umizumi Nobuzuna, no! It should be the kind of fierce general who wins the enemy's coach with one ride."

Ichikawa Nobutaka commented objectively on being able to defeat his own son without a foundation in kendo.

"The apple is peeled, do you want to eat it?"

Ichikawa Reiki handed the peeled apple forward, and Ichikawa Nobutaka gave him a strange look, pointing to his injured abdomen.

"Oh, then I digest it myself."

Seeing his father's abdomen wrapped in bandages, Ichikawa Rekichi took back the apple belatedly, and the ward fell silent, only the sound of gnawing on an apple.
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A hollow steel pipe that was broken in two was quietly placed on the coffee table. The leader of the gangster who beat up the homeless man was no longer the arrogance of that night. He sat honestly and knelt on the tatami mats of the old Japanese-style house.

Akihisa Yamashita, the 57-year-old president of the Tokyo branch of the Sumiyoshi Association, was wearing a pure black kimono, and looked at the gang leader with a cold face. Beside him, the green ghost masked man who had appeared briefly, Naruki Ueno, was staring at the steel pipe. cutout.

"Let you make trouble, even such a small matter can't be handled well, what use is it to you!"

Akihisa Yamashita was very angry. The leader of the gangster was a wakatou of his Sumiyoshikai, and Cheng Akira Ueno was an agent hired by a cooperative real estate agent. He specialized in dealing with underground forces. He was very famous and powerful over the years. I don't want Ueno Chenghuang to underestimate himself.

"Such a smooth cut is not something ordinary people can do."

Ueno Chenghuang picked up the steel pipe, squinted his eyes, looked at it, and came to a conclusion.

"You said that at that time, that person cut open the steel pipe in your hand with a Tai knife, right?"

Wearing a ghost mask, Ueno Chenghuang approached oppressively, and put the half steel pipe that was less than [-] centimeters left in his hand back into the gangster leader's hand.

"Hi! That's it."

The gangster looked up in confusion, only to find that Ueno Chenghuang had drawn out the sacrificial sword on the indoor knife holder, and approached again with the knife.

"Fuck!"

The light of the knife suddenly appeared, and a cold light pierced into the eyes of the gangster leader. When he regained his sight, the half of the steel pipe in his hand was shortened by half again. After inserting the enshrined sword back into the scabbard, Cheng Akira Uedo picked up the small half of the steel pipe on the ground , the incision is as flat and smooth as a perfect engraving.

At this time, the leader of the gangster took a few steps back in fear, bent down and pressed his forehead to the ground, his buttocks were raised high, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Is this person a monster too?
Seeing the hooligan leader Ueno Chenghuang's methods, he thought in a panic, just a little bit off, whether his head has to be moved, the person who can cut iron so easily, and cut people is no longer a problem.

"Crack, crack! Crack!!!"

Akihisa Yamashita on the side clapped his hands and nodded in approval for Cheng Akira Ueno's performance.

"Swordsmen who can achieve this level, you Sumiyoshi Association can't afford to provoke them. There is only one way."

Ueno Chenghuang sat back to his original position, and said it unhurriedly.

"any solution?"

Akihisa Yamashita asked tactfully.

"Add money and let me meet him."

Taking a sip of tea, Ueno Chenghuang replied confidently.

(End of this chapter)