I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 93 Ichikawa Gymnasium
Ichikawa Rekichi, who responded with such thoughts, began a one-on-one challenge against four people.

"After all, human beings have limits. The physical fitness of individuals does not differ to the extent of heaven and earth. Besides, opponents who understand the way of swordsmanship will not be bad at basic physical fitness."

While explaining, Ichikawa Rikichi took the initiative to meet the four senior members, holding bamboo swords in both hands, and thrust a thrust. After being blocked by the block, he turned into a diagonal cut and hit a member on the head, killing him. Beat out.

The other three members swung their swords together to attack. He moved nimbly to block from left to right, and retreated a few steps, but he was not hit by the blow.

"Therefore, we must make good use of the sense of space and distance, and use the steps summed up by the predecessors in countless actual battles. In the battle, we must ensure that we only face one opponent at a time, and solve them one by one."

Adjusting his stance to the upper stage, Ichikawa Rikichi rushed into the crowd again, slashed head-on, and cut down a member who was unable to react in time. Open up a few steps away.

Is that right?

Fujii, who was watching the battle, took note of Ichikawa Reyoshi's movements. This head of swordsmanship really has something, and he should be considered a strong one among fifth-level swordsmen, right?
In the middle stage of LV2, Fujii tree almost has the level of kendo of the weak fourth stage. According to his estimation, Ichikawa Rikichi should have the level of the early stage of LV3.

"what!"

The remaining two members shouted and rushed forward, trying to replace Ichikawa Rikichi desperately.

In the face of the enemy's desperate attack, Ichikawa Rikichi handled it extremely calmly, swung his sword away from the frontmost member and stabbed straight, rolled sideways, narrowly missed the other person's slash, and the moment he got up, he stabbed from bottom to top , inserted into the abdomen of the frontmost officer, swinging the bamboo sword horizontally to block the sneak attack of the other person behind, driving the enemy's bamboo sword with both hands to swing the windmill to slash, withdrawing the sword close to the body to slash, slashing from top to bottom, Smash another person on the top of the head.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Master Sai Gao!"

The members watching the battle clapped their hands one after another. After Ichikawa Rikichi put on a heart-wrenching posture, he drew back his sword and saluted the surroundings.

"Do you understand? Mr. Fujii, if you want to know more about it, you can sign up at my Ichikawa Gymnasium."

The real purpose of Ichikawa Rekichi is to recruit talents for his own gymnasium. If a person with extraordinary physique and talent like Fujii can be included in the Ichikawa Yidao style, it will be no problem to revive the glory of the gymnasium.

"I understand half of it, I will definitely visit some other day, um, I will definitely visit next time."

In fact, Fujii, who fully remembered the steps shown by Ichikawa Reikichi, answered modestly.

Kamiya Rin next to him gave him a weird look. This guy probably has mastered such a simple thing, so why pretend to be low-key.

"Well, my gym is not far from the school, and the fees are very reasonable... Uh, sorry, I usually distribute too many leaflets, and I can't control my mouth all of a sudden."

Ichikawa Rekichi was halfway through speaking, and realized something was wrong, so he quickly changed his words.

"It's nothing, then I'll sign up this Saturday, is that okay?"

Since he stole a little bit of mysteries from others, Fujii tree is also embarrassed to be a prostitute again, sign up and pay a tuition fee of tens of thousands of yen, and maybe he can learn the complete actual combat steps, which will be very useful for his future simulated battles. benefit.

"Really? That's great, you can add my Line, I'll send you the address, and you can get there in a few bus stops."

Unexpectedly, Ichikawa Rikichi, who was really able to hook the big fish Fujii, took out his mobile phone happily, and the two added Line friends to each other.
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At almost the same moment, the scene on the other side is not so harmonious.

The man in the flowered shirt who once led his younger brother to trouble Fujii, and the hardcore subordinate of Ueno Chenghuang, was hung high by the hemp rope. The bright flowered shirt was covered with broken traces, gasping for breath, helplessly bound in the abandoned in the center of the plant.

"Brother, good evening."

A greeting sounded nearby, and Akihisa Yamashita, the head of the Tokyo branch of the Sumiyoshi Association in a black kimono, walked to the flowered shirt hanging in the air with a more gloomy expression than before.

"Your boss, Naruki Ueno, received [-] million yen from our Sumiyoshi Association. Now that everyone has disappeared, do you know where he went?"

Akihisa Yamashita asked directly. His subordinates had taken care of Hua Shirt for a day in advance. If he continued to be stubborn, he would be given a pot of quick-drying cement, and after his feet were solidified, he would throw it into Tokyo Bay to see the waterscape.

"What [-] million yen? I don't know at all. Mr. Uedo never tells us when he does things. We will only do things according to his instructions. This kind of big business will never go through our hands."

Hua Shirt truthfully confessed that if he could survive this time by chance, he would definitely quit.

It should be true that you don't know, forget it, I will send you to Huangquan Road happily, after all, we are not evil people.

After gesturing to the little brother, Akihisa Yamashita turned his back, took out a cigar, cut off the butt of the cigarette, and burned the cigarette end little by little.

Behind them, the members of the Sumiyoshi Association, who had been prepared for a long time, moved out of the steel iron bucket, poured it into gray quick-drying cement, and inserted the feet of the struggling floral shirt into it. Maybe because they disliked him for being too noisy, someone rudely used scotch tape He sealed his mouth, and now there are only slight hesitations left.

"Keep looking for me. The [-] million yen is a small matter, but the face of our Sumiyoshi Association is a big matter. Moreover, the land of the Ichikawa Gymnasium must be won this time! Prove the strength of our Tokyo branch, understand?"

Akihisa Yamashita took a deep puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled a long trail of smoke. The floral shirt behind him was still struggling, but after several whips, he calmed down completely as if resigned to his fate.

"Hey! We're going to send a group of people to make trouble on Saturday, what do you think?"

A wakatou (leader) who had been following Akihisa Yamashita, nodded respectfully and bent down to ask for instructions.

"How many people to send? What's the plan? Has the PPT plan been done? Show me."

Akihisa Yamashita, who keeps pace with the world, has always asked his subordinates to make plans before taking action. All actions must be prepared with a PPT plan, so that he can show different achievements when the gang gathers at the end of the year.

"Please take a look, the plan is like this."

Ruotou asked the younger brother at the bottom to quickly get a laptop, turn on the screen and call up the PPT plan.

"First of all, ten members of the operation are expected to carry paint and other things and splash at the entrance of the Ichikawa Gym." The hand-painted matchstick figurines carry buckets and are active in front of the gate with the name of the Ichikawa Gym.

"Then pull up a banner, complaining that the fees charged by the gymnasium are unreasonable." The villain pulled up a banner full of katakana and blocked the gate.

"After a few days like this, it is guaranteed that their gymnasium will not be able to continue, and the business will be bleak." A few leaves were blown from the empty gate, indicating that the business was not good.

After speaking, Ruotou looked at Akihisa Yamashita, expecting his appreciation.

"Well, it's a good strategy, but I want to modify it a little."

Akihisa Yamashita took a puff of his cigarette, and continued to add.

"Send a hundred people, disguised as people from other kendo gyms, to smash the Ichikawa gym on Saturday, once and for all."

"Big brother, I'm going to gather the brothers and start on Saturday."

Ruotou immediately understood that this time he was going to play for real, and the usual small fights could no longer satisfy Akihisa Yamashita.

"Don't worry, I'll ask the local police chief of Hachioji City to make public relations in two days, and we'll talk about it when we have the results."

The scheming Akihisa Yamashita planned to deal with these first before doing anything.

The feet of the flower shirt were half solidified, and he was carried into a black van and drove to Tokyo Bay to see the scenery of the seabed.
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One night two days later, at the geisha tavern where Nagara Sasuke had beheaded the intermediary.

Akihisa Yamashita, who was waving a round fan, was sitting face to face with a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses. When they were talking happily, Akihisa Yamashita suddenly stretched out his hand and clapped his hands, which startled the man with gold-rimmed glasses. To murder him, someone died here not long ago.

The accompanying geisha in the room got up to leave one after another, and Akihisa Yamashita put his hand under the kotatsu table, which made the man in gold-rimmed glasses even more nervous.

"Director Asakura, I invite you here this time because I actually want to ask you for a small matter."

Akihisa Yamashita took out a lacquer box, put it on the table, and opened it to the man with gold-rimmed glasses, the golden light was brilliant.

Inside were three golden toads with their mouths open, and they looked quite heavy. At a rough estimate, they also weighed more than one kilogram.

"Tell me, I'll do my best."

Director Asakura held back his expression, and looked at Akihisa Yamashita who was still waving his fan. This boss of Sumiyoshikai is indeed a gangster, and even the way of expressing sincerity is so violent. Hahaha, really, it scared him a lot. Jump.

"On Saturday, our people will carry out land acquisition activities in a gymnasium under your jurisdiction. The owner of the land is not very talkative, and there may be some small conflicts. Please take care of it. After the matter is completed, there will be another generous gift. .”

Akihisa Yamashita stopped waving his fan, showing his intentions, but he didn't speak very clearly, he is an old fox, so there is no need to be too explicit about some things.

"What gym? Which genre?"

After calculating the value of the golden toad, Director Chaokura asked, if it was a big faction like Satsuma Shixianliu, he would not go into this muddy water, God knows how many dignitaries will be provoked later.

"The Ichikawa Idou-ryu is in Kitano-cho."

Akihisa Yamashita, who had done his homework in advance, knew that the city swordsmanship style had no background, and he was not nervous at all when he answered.

"Then there will be an outing drill at the police station on that day, and the police force is very tense."

After listening to Director Chaokura, he put away the lacquer box on the table, took the three open-mouthed golden toads, and talked to himself leisurely.

"Clap clap clap!"

Akihisa Yamashita clapped his hands again. This time, two fathers and women whom he hired at a high price came in. They were both wearing the uniforms and school skirts of prestigious high schools, and they sat around Director Asakura.

"I still have something to do, so I will take my leave first, sorry."

After finishing all this, he got up wisely, walked out of the room and closed the door with a smug expression on his face.

Now, even if there is a swordsman who can fight, it is impossible to beat a full 100 people!
Thinking of the benefits of buying the Ichikawa Gym at a low price and connecting the land, Akihisa Yamashita couldn't help smiling, but his wrinkled face was uglier than crying.
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Is it this gym?

Fujii Shu, who visited on Saturday afternoon as promised, stood alone in front of the gate of the gymnasium. There was a signboard in Chinese characters of "Ichikawa Isto-ryu" on the top of the gate, but why didn't there even be a receptionist?
I sent a text message to Ichikawa Rikichi on his mobile phone, and after a short while, Minister Ichikawa, who was wearing a white exercise uniform, ran all the way to the door and said hello.

"I'm sorry, there are only a dozen or so students in our family. Today is still a day off. Only my father and I are in the gym."

"It's nothing, so is it convenient to sign up? I brought all the gift money."

Fujii who deliberately took [-] yen in cash from the ATM machine asked with concern.

"Of course it's convenient. It's been a long time... Well, please come in first."

Ichikawa Rikichi, who almost revealed important information, invited Fujii Shu in again.

Although the location of the Ichikawa’s Gymnasium is not very good, the floor area is a bit exaggerated. The front yard is a garden of several hundred square meters, and the middle yard is a venue for students to practice. The whole teak floor is laid, and the Edo-style In the main house, there are rows of sword racks and protective gear by the wall, which is very magnificent.

There is also a Japanese-style landscape in front of the middle courtyard, where a red maple tree is planted, with leaves fluttering and falling from time to time, sinking and floating in the mirror-like flat water pool.

"Are you that Fujii-san? I don't have to pass it on to the Ichikawa Issou-ryu. Nobutaka Ichikawa, you are welcome to join the Ichikawa Issou-ryu."

In the main room of the middle courtyard, a man in a dark black kimono with a bandage on his abdomen was sitting in meditation. He was about forty years old, and he was probably the father that the mayor said.

"Father, you are out for activities again, can't you take care of your injuries?"

Ichikawa Rikichi was obviously extremely helpless, looking at Ichikawa Nobutaka who opened his clothes and exposed his belly. Fortunately, this time it was a boy visiting, how would a girl see his father?Exhibitionist?idiot?
"What do you know? The frontal wound left after the duel is the honor of a man. There is nothing to cover it up!"

Ichikawa Nobutaka saw his son's dissatisfaction, and wanted to get up to teach him a lesson, but pulled the wound, his face twitched.

"Dad, are you alright?"

After all, he was still his own father, and Ichikawa Rikichi stepped forward to care, and the two quarreled again.

Such a gymnasium does not feel very reliable!Can you really learn practical skills?

Fujii Shu, who was watching, twitched his mouth, and there was a sound of intensive footsteps behind him. He turned around to be on guard. The habit he developed in the simulated battle made him step back a dozen steps and stand in front of the main house in the middle courtyard.

"Is everyone here, old and young? Now the family is neat and tidy."

Wakatou of the Sumiyoshikai is a man with green hair dyed, smoking a cigarette, leading a dense group of subordinates, each wearing black training clothes, holding a bamboo sword for training, the visitor is not friendly.

"We are from the XX Gym, and I'm here to teach you a lesson today, don't open a store here, smash it to me!"

After Lumao Ruotou finished the excuse he had thought up in advance, the overcast sky also sounded thunder at the right time, and the raindrops fell, and soon the heavy rain continued, covering the entire world.

"Then let's pass this level first."

While the other party was talking, Fujii took out a bamboo sword from the main house. Although the incident happened suddenly, it was obviously an opportunity for self-defense. It was just to verify whether Minister Ichikawa's steps in the demonstration were useful.

"I'm the heir to this gym, Fujii-san, you better stop meddling and let me take care of these bastards."

Ichikawa Rikichi also took out his bamboo sword and persuaded Fujii to retreat.

"Hahaha! I laughed so hard, we have a full 100 people, no matter how much we can fight, we can't beat us!"

Lu Mao Ruotou laughed exaggeratedly, and the subordinate who started to smash things rushed towards the two people in front of the main house under his instructions.

"Hit me! Beat me until you are disabled!"

The green-haired Ruotou shouted arrogantly, his arrogance soaring to the sky.

　Thanks to Mr. Mung Bean and the former one-person Austrian Master, as well as many book friends for their rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)