Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 196 193. You insulted martial arts!

Mitsuru Iwata followed Makoto Kyushu out of the arena and came to the empty men's locker room.Probably because he was too nervous, he even forgot to put down the bamboo sword in his hand.

"About that. How much do you know?" Iwata Mitsuru carefully closed the door and asked cautiously.

"I know everything, including you hiding monsters and attacking contestants." Makoto Kyushu replied calmly:
"Although I haven't told anyone else yet, as long as I make a phone call, the police will come. No, it's the police who will arrest you, or in front of the whole country. Don't say it's the Yulong Banner, you I'm afraid I won't be able to set foot on the sword again in this life."

"Then you called me over. Are you going to take something from me?" Mitsuru Iwata began to sweat, and asked with his last breath:

"Also, how is it?"

At this moment, Mitsuru Iwata's heart was in a mess, and he was so flustered that he didn't know what to do.

The young man in front of him already knew his secret, and he was still from Xiujin Academy, so he had an obvious conflict of interest with him.

Is this person planning to ask for hush money?Or should I abstain from the game and give them the Jade Dragon Flag?Or do you want something else?

There was a gust of wind and rain in Mitsuru Iwata's mind, and he stared blankly at Makoto Kyushu.

"Its situation is not important, but you are going to be in big trouble." Jiuzhou Cheng folded his arms and snorted coldly:
"But it's not impossible for me to keep it secret. You go back now and declare your surrender, leading the team to give up the game."

"Then. Can your Xiujin Academy win the championship?" Iwata was sweating and lowered his head wearily: "Is this your plan to exchange the Jade Dragon Flag for my secret? How despicable."

"Despicable? Are you talking about despicable to me?" Makoto Kyushu almost laughed out:

"I didn't expect that you, a despicable bastard, didn't even have self-knowledge, but called me despicable? The contestants in our school have also been attacked by you!"

"You actually said such a thing?" Mitsuru Iwata was furious when he heard it, but he couldn't refute it.

"Listen, this game has become the way it is now, and it doesn't matter who gets the Jade Dragon Flag." Jiuzhou Cheng's eyes were full of flames:
"Any team that wins the championship is invincible, and they are all lucky. But you, Chongdao High School, don't have the right to be lucky!"

"We have no power." Iwata's hands trembled, suddenly a little angry:
"I have been looking forward to that flag for ten years, and I have worked hard for ten years. Swordsmanship is stressful, and there is nothing wrong with me wanting to win? You just say that I have no power?!"

Kyushu smiled disdainfully, and asked: "Iwata Mitsuru, do you think your "kendo" is a martial art or a sports competition? "

"Is there any difference between martial arts and sports?" Mitsuru Iwata gritted his teeth and asked.

"Martial arts, in short, is the technique of killing the enemy by any means. It really pays attention to "soldiers are not tired of deceit", and there is no glory to speak of. "Jiuzhou Cheng raised his chin and said seriously:

"However, your "kendo" is different. It is a competitive sport with strict rules, and you must pay attention to fairness and justice."

"After a game, no matter how unconvinced the loser is, he must be convinced by the verdict of the game and admit his lack of strength. The winner must also respect his opponent while accepting this honor, and must not kill the loser. .” Kyushu walked to a closet inadvertently, and continued:
"If the "kendo" you are pursuing is martial arts, then I will probably praise your despicable technique, but what you are pursuing is not martial arts, but sports competition, especially the glory after winning. "

"So what." Iwata Mitsuru was a little confused by the other party's preaching: "5 minutes should be almost up, what exactly do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that the Yulong Banner is a fair and just competition, and only those who abide by the rules are worthy of this honor." Jiuzhou Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed at him fiercely:

"But you, a beast, used such indecent means to win. You insulted both your swordsmanship and sports competition, and you shamelessly said that "soldiers never tire of deceit", and you even insulted martial arts! "

The more Kyushu said, the angrier he became, his eyes as deep as a black hole seemed to spew out flames.

"You guy, you're talking about one thing and one thing. In the end, I still want me to give up the Jade Dragon Flag and let your Xiujin Academy become the winner?" Iwata Mitsuru took a deep breath, and the panting became short:

"Are you kidding me? It doesn't matter if you want money, or anything else, or take me away after the game! Only this jade dragon flag. I will never give it to you!"

"Are you still unclear about your position?" Makoto Kyushu angrily asked:

"You made such a big mistake, you are not qualified to continue playing!"

"You are not qualified to judge me!" Seeming to be in extreme panic, Mitsuru Iwata completely lost his mind, swung his bamboo sword and attacked Kyushu Makoto.

I've come to this point, I've paid so much, I must get this Jade Dragon Banner. If you kill him, you have to kill him. No matter what happens, this Jade Dragon Banner must be in your hands!I have no turning back!
Mitsuru Iwata sprinted forward with the classic "shrinking ground" pace of kendo. The speed was extremely fast and unpredictable. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was greatly shortened, and Kyushu Makoto was included in the attack range.

Immediately, Mitsuto Iwata held the sword with one hand in his right hand, held the front of the bamboo sword with his left hand, and then kicked back with one foot, sending the tip of the sword to Makoto Kyushu's throat suddenly, using the thrusting technique "tooth protruding".

Facing the lightning-like stab, Jiuzhou Cheng just took a step back and quickly opened the closet door beside him.

"Dangdang!"

The point of the sword pierced directly on the wardrobe door, making a dull vibration, and even the iron door was dented into a small hole.

"Damn it." A blow was missed, Iwata Mitsuru knew that he had no way to turn back, and immediately moved around the closet door, intending to launch an attack from the side.

But when he walked around to Jiuzhou Cheng's side in two steps, he suddenly found that Jiuzhou Cheng took out a strange and dark machete from the closet, and looked at him with a grin.

"It was you that day?!" Mitsuru Iwata suddenly remembered the "pervert sleeping with a machete" mentioned by Mrs. Net, and his back felt inexplicably cold.

Click!

Kyushu Makoto stopped talking nonsense, he swung his machete and slashed at Mitsuru Iwata.With just one blow, the bamboo sword was split into two pieces, and it almost missed his head.

"Ah." Mitsuru Iwata was completely petrified, and fell to the ground with a slam.

Jiuzhou Cheng stepped forward, put the machete on his neck, and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Gu..." Iwata Mitsuru was speechless as if swallowing a fly, and collapsed on the ground panting.

After a while, he managed to take a breath, as if grasping the last straw in desperation, he urgently threatened:

"You dare not kill me! You use controlled knives on me, aren't you afraid that I will sue you for intentional killing?"

"Intentional killing~?" Jiuzhou Cheng was amused, and sneered: "Obviously you were the one who attacked me first, and if I survived, that's just too much defense~"

Makoto Kyushu casually pointed to the cabinet not far away. Iwata took a closer look and found a mobile phone hidden on the top, and the black lens was aimed at them.

Mitsuru Iwata's eyes instantly lost the highlight, and his body completely went limp.

"I've recorded the whole process, including the act of you admitting your crime but not repenting, and attacking me in anger." Makoto Kyushu said contemptuously:
"But to be honest, you are really ugly when you are dying. If someone like you can get the Jade Dragon Banner, it will be a shame to the sword lovers all over the country!"

"." Mitsuru Iwata lowered his head, not daring to refute a word.

"Why, you're dumb when you know I'm recording?" Kyushu asked angrily.

"I..." Iwata Mitsuru bit his lip, and grabbed the gap between the floor tiles with his fingers. After a long time, he begged for mercy in a slightly older tone:

"I beg you, I have come this far and must get the Jade Dragon Flag. No matter what you ask me to do for you in the future, please let me go this time! I have given everything, and there is nothing left to lose!" "

During the speech, he knelt down on his knees and his head fell down, like a soil seat.

"Up to now, what you are most concerned about is that bullshit Yulong flag?" Jiuzhou Cheng frowned and said angrily:

"Just like you, how dare you say that you gave everything for the Jade Dragon Banner? Then what is that spider that died for you?!"

"What do you mean?" Iwata was stunned: "Die for me? What are you talking about?!"

"It's already dead!" Kyushu Cheng Zhen said: "I didn't intend to drive it out. It committed suicide for you not to hurt you!"

"You lied to me at the beginning?" Hearing this, Mitsuru Iwata suddenly covered his mouth, and his pupils trembling violently revealed complex emotions - shock, sadness, guilt, and pain.

According to the memory of the bride, although Iwata Mitsuru was afraid of this insect monster at first, but he got along with one person and one monster for a long time, and every time the insect monster helped him perform tasks without any regrets, so he had no regrets about it. A little bit of emotion.

"If you don't lie to you, how can you cooperate with me?" Kyushu Makoto asked back of course:
"Also, I never planned to ask for a hush money from you from the very beginning, nor did I intend to help you. No matter what price you offer me, I will expel you from the arena!"

"How could it be that such a powerful monster was forced to commit suicide by you?" Mitsuru Iwata looked up at Makoto Kyushu again, but he was paralyzed from shock, with unspeakable fear in his eyes.

"Think about it, how many people have been harmed by you because of your shameless plan?" Kyushu asked:
"Whether it's the spider monster who wants to repay you, or those unlucky players who sweated day and night, but were attacked by you the night before the game and had to give up the game. That shit flag, there is Is it so fucking important? So important that you can dehumanize yourself and take it for granted that you would hurt so many people?! Answer me!"

The more Makoto Kyushu spoke, the more angry he was, he kicked Mitsuru Iwata in the face, and hot blood flowed out of his nasal cavity:
"That's right, the Jade Dragon Banner represents the glory of your kendo lovers, but a person like you is not worthy of touching the Jade Dragon Banner in your life! Neither you Okishima High School nor the whole of Fukuoka need this dirty flag!"

"." Mitsuru Iwata covered his face with his hands, and blood flowed from his fingers.He couldn't help sobbing, and the tears mixed with the blood again:
"What the hell have I been doing all this time?"

Kyushu looked down at him, like a glaring Vajra Shura:
"Now you have only two choices. One is to abstain in the arena and admit your mistake in public. As for the second. If you still dare to lick your face to grab the Jade Dragon Flag, I will not let you go."

"Ahem." Iwata wiped a handful of nosebleeds, stood up staggeringly, blood dripped on his collar.

Outside the window of the dressing room, a ray of sunlight pierced his face, making Iwata dizzy and blurred.

What have you been doing all this time?
It seems that Mitsuru Iwata has never thought about this problem. His goal is only the high place, only the front, and only the noble banner like the sun, which makes him want to try his best to reach it.

Do it yourself right?Still wrong?He never thought about it.Even if he is thinking about this now, he is forced to start thinking because he succumbs to the pressure of Kyushu Makoto.

Just when the atmosphere in the locker room fell into a terrifying silence, the door was suddenly opened, and Makoto Kyushu subconsciously threw the machete back into the closet.

"Iwata, why are you here?" It was Mitsuru Iwata's coach and two kendo members who opened the door:

"You are Iwata from Xiujin Academy, how did you get hurt? What the hell is Xiujin's brat doing? Did you hurt Iwata? How despicable and shameless!"

Mitsuru Iwata was helped up by two members who were cursing, and the coach of the opposing team was sure that Mitsuru Iwata's embarrassed appearance was injured by Makoto Kyushu, and he was about to slap Makoto Kyushu when he rushed up.

As the saying goes, it is only natural for adults to beat children, and the coach uncle will teach Jiuzhou Cheng, a thief who doesn't know what to do and uses despicable methods to harass their generals, a lesson.

Facing the big slap with the sound of the wind, Jiuzhou Cheng wouldn't just stand there in a daze, just bent down and dodged to avoid it.

Normally, he would have slapped back, or simply pulled out the scissors to reciprocate.But he did not fight back against the coach, but questioned Mitsuru Iwata again:
"Iwata, answer me, what is your decision?"

"." Iwata Man was taken aback, and his already embarrassed face became even more embarrassing.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed: "Coach Dongwu, don't embarrass him, let's go back."

"Oh yes, go back quickly!" The coach ignored Jiuzhou Cheng and urged: "There is only one main player left on the opposite side. Our defender has already consumed him for two rounds. When you go back, it is a good chance to make a final decision!"

Mitsuru Iwata smiled wryly, pushed away the members who were supporting him, and walked towards the field in a daze, as if he had lost all color in his body.

(End of this chapter)