I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 272 Cutting the Star
Oh? Instead of using the secret swordsmanship passed down from his family, he chose to use his own swordsmanship?
Dongye Yu was a little unsure whether this kid was too arrogant or too confident, or whether he had some kind of swordsman's persistence or something.

Generally speaking, a secret sword technique that has stood the test of time is likely to be more powerful and perfect than the newly created sword technique he created - even for a sword master it would take a long time to create a unique skill.

It may only take a moment for the prototype of this unique skill to appear, but how to improve it subsequently is a more complex and difficult problem.

However, using the Wuxiang Sword does not count as bullying him, as the Wuxiang Sword is also his own creation - after all, it only existed in Arima Normal University's words before, and it was just a name.

I have actually created this move, and it can be called the Dongye Style Wuxiang Sword.

"Are you ready?"

Dong Ye Yu had already caught the flash of inspiration in his mind during the duel just now. At this moment, he was silently reciting the Qingjing Sutra that he had already memorized by heart to increase the BUFF. He changed the posture of the bamboo sword in his hand to the lower section, slowly closed his eyes, and began to immerse himself in some strange feeling.

This feeling is familiar yet unfamiliar, similar to sitting and forgetting, but also somewhat different. However, thanks to more than ten years of hard practice, I seem to be able to understand this similar state more quickly through sitting and forgetting.

When you sit in meditation, you will forget about your body, but your mind will not really fall into chaos. Instead, it will be more focused, as if you have a God's perspective and will not be easily affected by emotions.

However, although the will also entered a state of extreme concentration at this time, and the ability to deal with problems quickly was greatly improved, the control over the limbs and body was also stronger.

Every muscle seemed to be able to exert force more perfectly and scientifically, every inch of skin seemed to be able to feel the flow of wind and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The senses were also greatly enhanced, and one could hear the words and even the heartbeats of every spectator in the stadium.

You should know that in order to make life easier, I usually suppress the five senses that a great monster should have to the level of a mortal, but now they have all been raised to the extreme level of a mortal.

If he could release all his strength and use the Wuxiang Sword. Dongye Yu thought for a while and inexplicably had the urge to break the limit on the spot.

But after calming down for a second, I felt that it was meaningless. It was just a competition, and the competition was about swordsmanship. The other party didn't use magic, so it would be boring for me to defeat them by force.

When I get back I can practice with Jinguji and get used to the improvements that the Wuxiang Sword can bring to me.

Dong Ye Yu thought so, took a deep breath, and began to concentrate and prepare for the attack.

"What are they doing?" some viewers asked curiously.

"I don't know. Let's wait a while. If we take too long, the referee will take action."

The reporters in the media seats were also very curious. Such scenes were rare in kendo competitions. Even in professional kendo competitions, most swordsmen would only confront each other for a few seconds. There were not many times of full-scale slashing. It was more common for them to resist the sword and fight until they had the chance to kill with one blow.

Therefore, the viewing experience of kendo competitions is actually not that good. It is only because the island country has a strong sword atmosphere, coupled with the popularity of sword and halberd movies and the importance that the upper class attaches to kendo that people pay more attention to kendo sports.

But even so, as the top youth competition in the corresponding field, the popularity and attention of the Yulong Flag and the level of second-year mentality of the contestants are still far inferior to those of the Baseball Koshien.

Students who participated in the Yulong Banner would at most shave their heads and roar a few times to show their determination.

But if it were students participating in Koshien, it would not be an exaggeration to start from bidding farewell to their parents, burning incense and kowtowing, bathing and changing clothes, praying to gods and Buddhas, eating and drinking to celebrate with friends, and talking to lovers. It would be more grand than going to Kyoto, the only thing missing is tying a white ribbon with "Respect the Emperor and Expel the Barbarians" on their foreheads.

It is said that even if the contestants who participated in Koshien were eliminated, they would shovel a glass bottle of soil from Koshien as a souvenir.

Ryohito Nagata of the West Japan Shimbun was exchanging information with the station's host through the camera and headphones, while carefully observing the two people in the game, tapping lightly on a small notebook with the pen in his hand.

"Now the two players have entered the confrontation phase. Are they looking for each other's flaws? It seems that the pressure on the player Yumen is really great. Even if he has the upper hand in momentum, he dare not attack rashly."

"That's right. After all, we are the last hope of Longgu Middle School. We are entrusted with this task when the army is defeated. It is understandable that we should be cautious."

"But if we continue like this, the referee will think that we are playing passively. What will Yumen do? Will he attack fiercely or retreat?"

Shiori Kaori in the audience saw that Higashino Yu changed to a defensive lower-level stance, and she became a little impatient when she saw that he seemed to be suppressed by Masaki Gokado in his previous moves.

The two men looked at each other, and their two pairs of black and white eyes saw each other's decision. The damn dwarf actually dared to beat Dongye Nissan. Watch me deal with him!

With such malicious intent, the two of them slowly reached for their small handbags with their fair and delicate hands.

At this moment, Jinguji Hiiragi Kagami looked at them expressionlessly, then frowned his heroic yet gentle willow-shaped eyebrows and stared at them sternly.

"Are you going to put Dongye in an unjust situation?"

Kaori Shiori was a little anxious: "But Higashino Nissan is about to lose!"

"You don't believe him?"

"But Dongye Nissan is at a disadvantage and is still using the lower section style."

Kaori frowned, "We only used some small spells, which were taught to us by Higashino Nissan. When we used them at home before, even Grandpa didn't notice. There must be no problem!"

Seeing that her cousin was still in the same state, Shizhi looked very brave. She stared at her with her eyes wide open and asked angrily, "Cousin, aren't you worried at all?"

"That dwarf from the Yumen family will definitely humiliate Dongye Nisan. Dongye Nisan, who never lies, took the initiative to lie for you!"

Kaori seemed to have discovered something, and turned to look at Asumi Sanae, seeking help and said, "Sanae-sister, do you think so too?"

Asuhi saw Sanae's body stiffen for a second, then she slowly turned off her phone that seemed to be in contact with someone, and said to Kaori Shiori calmly and seriously, "Your Excellency the Knight will not fail."

Jinguji Hiiragi Kagami knew at a glance that she was definitely going to use her money ability, and warned her in a cold voice: "None of you are allowed to do anything that breaks the rules, including you, Sanae."

Ming saw Sanae sitting dignifiedly in her seat, with a noble temperament like a princess. She glanced at her indifferently: "Are you ordering me?"

Shiori showed an expectant look: "Is Sanae going to use the power of the Moon Witch to defeat my cousin?"

She has been brainwashed by Asumi Sanae during this period and is about to join Mirror Moon as a non-staff member.

I hit A Jing?

Ming Ri saw Sanae's expression froze, and recalled the painful experience of never winning a fight with her when they were children. His body froze. No, he had practiced enough now and could definitely beat her.

Sanae, can you win?

Kaori covered her eyes and dared not watch the tragic scene that followed.

"Want to fight me? You can give it a try." Jinguji Hiiragi Kagami said this, and seeing Asumimi's face blushing as Shiori looked at him expectantly, he thought for a moment and said, "This is the law you set."

Asumi Sanae then whispered something that no one could understand: "The judge does have the function of admonishment. As a monarch, you must set an example and not violate the law."

Shiori was a little disappointed. The Mirror Moon Royal Court had too many restrictions. Not only were there laws, but her cousin was also in charge. How could this be tolerated?

"ruthless!"

"Cold-blooded!"

After expressing regret, Kaori Shiori turned her head away angrily and ignored her, "We will tell Tono Ni-san about this!"

"As you wish."

The kendo masters on the rostrum did not speak at this time. They all looked at the two of them seriously, as if they had noticed something.

Yasuhiro Mikado looked at the skinny, white-haired old man who was standing at the edge of the competition venue and was invisible to others.

The old man seemed to have sensed something and looked over here with a calm gaze, like an old man you can see everywhere. He nodded as a greeting.

Is it a dead soul?
Yasuhiro Mikado wanted to help him, but there were too many people in the stadium, and the ghost didn't look like a resentful evil spirit. He hesitated for a second and said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"Don't feel bad if you miss a great match," Yoshida Yukawa joked with a smile.

Yasuhiro Mikado smiled, stood up from his seat, went to a place where there were not many people around and called the organizer.

"Hello, is this Sagawa-kun? Yes, I'm Yasuhiro Mikado. After this batch of matches are over, please temporarily evacuate the audience on the grounds that the stadium needs to be repaired. There are some things that need to be taken care of."

Shigeru Sagawa once learned swordsmanship from Yasuhiro Gokado, but after experiencing the ups and downs of life, he vaguely knew something and remained silent for a while.

".Mr. Yumen, is there something bad?"

"It's not a big deal, just deal with it briefly, but the estimated time of the finals may have to be postponed for half a day."

Sagawa Shigeru heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Okay, I understand. I'm really sorry that this happened. Thank you for your hard work. I will come to thank you later."

"Okay, okay, just bring me some Qingyun tea leaves from Shenzhou."

Yasuhiro Mikado hung up the phone with a smile, reminded the exorcists of his family in the gymnasium and surrounding areas, and then walked towards the podium with a calm expression.

He took all these actions not because he was afraid of a mere ghost, but because strange things were happening frequently and there were tens of thousands of people in the stadium, so he had to be cautious.

He planned to maintain the situation first to avoid causing some bad speculation. When the people in the stadium had almost left, if the messenger from the underworld had not arrived yet, he would have to send the dead soul to the underworld on his behalf.

No one noticed anything unusual about Yasuhiro Goto's departure and return, except for a few people from the Goto family in the audience who began to move their positions, surrounding the ghost in the center.

Even Shinji Goto, who was reminiscing about the good old days, became serious. He stared at the old man who appeared on the competition field without blinking, and rubbed his hand on the folding fan inserted in his waist as if he was rubbing the hilt of a knife.

Sizzle, sizzle!
At this moment, the lights in the gymnasium seemed to be affected by something. They flickered a few times and then went out completely. Even the sunlight outside the window disappeared at this moment, and the whole audience was in an uproar.

Some people tried to use the light of their mobile phones to illuminate the area, but found that the light could only illuminate the eyes of their own eyes. It was as if some strange force limited the light to a very small range, and even the people around them could not see it.

The staff were sweating profusely as they tried to contact others using walkie-talkies, but all they got was a busy tone. Some staff tried to use high-power flashlights to provide temporary lighting, but the light from the flashlights also failed to provide a bright passage, as if they were restrained.

Then someone discovered that the darkness before their eyes was not pitch black, but a kind of nothingness, chaos.

Here it comes! Nagata Ryoto was so excited that his hands were shaking. He held the photographer's face and said, "Take a picture for me. Take every frame!"

Ichinoda sword?!
Mikado Maki was not affected by the loss of the light and could still feel the opponent's aura.

When I saw the opponent change his posture to a defensive one, I thought he was afraid of my swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that his momentum was rising at a very fast speed at this time.

I could still find his flaws before, but now I can't see any of them. It's as if he has completely blended into the darkness standing there. How is one supposed to draw a sword against the boundless darkness?

The Ichinodachi does not have such power. This is an ultimate meaning that is even purer than the Ichinodachi.

Could this be the true meaning of the legend?

Goto Masaki looked solemn. In the field of kendo, there is a sword technique called Shinken that only exists in legends. It is said that it is a sword technique belonging to the gods that was taught to mortals by the great god Takenatsugi.

According to records, only some ancient sword masters have ever used this skill. The Ichi-no-dachi wielded by the sword master Tsukahara Bokuden himself may also have such power. It is a skill that is close to the Tao.

If this was really the kind of swordsmanship bestowed by God, Mikado Masaki was silent for a second, feeling the reality of the bamboo sword in his hand. His mind seemed to suddenly return to the midsummer starry night when he created his swordsmanship, and the Milky Way, like a river of flowing light, stretched across the sky.

Even the eternal darkness is illuminated by the starry sky, isn’t it?

I just want to see which is stronger, the swordsmanship of mortals or the swordsmanship of gods!
When Yumen Zhenhui thought of this, his fighting spirit surged up, and the ordinary bamboo sword in his hand seemed to have gained a brief spirit and responded to him. Bits of starlight flickered and lit up around him like fireflies.

Even this deep chaos could not cover the starlight. The dim and stubborn light illuminated a small part of the competition venue where Yukato Masaki was. The reporters were stunned for half a second, then held their breath and pointed their cameras in that direction.

The starlight began to gather towards the bamboo sword in Maki Goto's hand, becoming brighter and brighter.

However, just as the audience was immersed in the shock of the shining stars, in the extreme darkness, there was a sonic boom as a bamboo sword tore through the air.

Woo!
The slash was like the sound of a ghost crying, and a pure white and sharp sword mark flashed by, tearing apart and eliminating the deep chaos and the beautiful light.

Sizzle,

The lights in the gymnasium came on again, and people looked at the young man in astonishment, who was surrounded by stars just now but was now half-kneeling on the ground, and were speechless.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

(End of this chapter)