I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 273 The Swordsman's Goal is Victory

No one could answer his question, and the audience was all in deep thought. If it was said to be an illusion before, it couldn’t be an illusion again now, right?

The stadium was eerily quiet.

"what!!!"

At this moment, a pig-slaughtering-like scream suddenly rang out from the media seats, and the photographers checked their equipment with sweat on their foreheads, wailing.

“I didn’t take the photo again!”

After operating the camera himself for a while, Nagata Ryoto found that the situation was no different from last time. Although he had expected this, he was inevitably disappointed when he saw it with his own eyes.

He looked up at the photographer who kept bowing and apologizing, and smiled: "Shimazu-san, it's okay. Maybe it's really impossible to shoot with this ordinary camera. It's the same for everyone. It's not your fault. I will explain it to the director when I get back."

The photographer named Shimazu was overjoyed when he heard this. He immediately bowed 90 degrees and kept saying auspicious words.

If you are caught making this kind of mistake, you will have to pack up and leave. The island nation's economy is in recession now, and you have elderly parents and young children to support. If you lose your job, you will be like falling into hell.

Nagata Ryoto nodded with a smile, then asked him to film the next game. He sat aside, as if unaffected by the noisy media people around him, looking through the information about Higashino Yu that his assistant had just sent him, thinking about how to get Higashino Yu to be interviewed.

After all, judging from previous situations, Higashino doesn't seem to like the media very much.

"Your family isn't well off. Did you grow up in Kyoto's Sunshine Garden? I seem to have heard of Sunshine Garden somewhere."

Nagata Ryoto tapped the column about Higashino Yu's family situation with his pen and had an idea in his mind.

On the other side, the judges on the podium also fell silent.

"When I was young, I practiced swordsmanship. My teacher occasionally mentioned that some swordsmen who practiced swordsmanship to the extreme could make incredible sword strikes. I guess these two contestants are such swordsmen."

Yoshida Yukawa said with emotion that at this point, all professional swordsmen and kendo masters have to stand aside.

Because of the two old men who have always been at odds with each other due to their geographical differences, Yamazaki Tsunenobu and Sagai Hiroshi also fell silent, especially Sagai Hiroshi, who showed a look of shame on his old face.

"I have practiced swordsmanship for my whole life, but in the end I have not gone as far as these young people. How can I sit here with dignity?"

Yamazaki Shonobu, who was holding the teacup in his hand and was about to drink, wanted to ridicule him, but when he thought that he was not as good as the two young men, he swallowed the harsh words with a sip of tea and remained silent.

I never asked much about it before, but has Zhenhui reached this point?

Yasuhiro Mikado felt gratified in his heart. There were many talented people in his family, so it was normal for an elder to be happy.

Then his eyes fell on Higashino Yu, and he was quite emotional. What he said was all thanks to the Shikigami, but it was really like accumulated slander and three people making a tiger?
Anyone who can stand out in such a critical and chaotic situation may have a bit of luck, but to say that he relied entirely on external forces is somewhat slanderous.

Zhenhui made friends with him through swords, and perhaps he could communicate more with this young man.

It's not that Yasuhiro Mikado is jealous of Higashino Yu's shikigami or has anything to ask of him, he just wants to make a good relationship with him. Many times, a family's foundation in terms of connections is slowly accumulated through one or two good relationships.

I saw the old men around sighing one by one, smiling and comforting:
"Don't underestimate yourselves. Kendo is, after all, just a sport. It reduces the lethality of ancient swordsmanship and increases its viewing value. It loses the original meaning of practicing swordsmanship. The purpose of practicing swordsmanship has changed from serving the country and the world to serving the rules of the competition. Naturally, it is difficult to reach the ultimate realm."

"But if it is not modified, swordsmanship will hardly be useful in modern times. I'm afraid it will gradually disappear. It can be considered a win-win situation."

After saying this, the expressions of these old men gradually eased and they all nodded: "Indeed."

In their hearts, they were all thinking about whether to let their own disciples come to exchange and learn.
Half-kneeling on the ground, Masaki Goto stared at the bamboo sword in his hand for a long time and then placed it on the ground.

"What kind of swordsmanship was that just now? Was it the legendary divine sword?"

God-granted sword? It would be more reasonable to say that it was granted by a ghost. Dong Yeyu pondered over what he heard and looked towards the edge of the game. The figure of the old man who had been standing there before had disappeared without a trace.

The normal school should be very happy, this can be considered as a small way of repaying the favor.

Dong Ye Yu thought in his heart and answered: "It's not a divine gift, it's the real sword of Tianlan Ittoryu, the Muxiang Sword. The concept was proposed by the sword master Arima Tadayoshi and realized in my hands."

"You can call it the Dongye Style Wuxiang Sword."

"The Wuxiang Sword? It's very powerful. I lost." Yu Men Zhenhui said, throwing away the bamboo sword in his hand.

No fight now?
How come you are even less motivated than that guy named Sugiyama just now?
Seeing him abandon his sword, Dong Yeyu stopped maintaining his Zanxin stance and asked, "It's just one book. You still have a chance. Are you giving up now?"

He shook his head: "I can't think of any moves to break the previous move. It would be a waste of time to continue fighting."

"Have you ever thought, what if I can only use that move once?"

Mikado Masaki took off his armor, revealing a kind and handsome young face. His complexion was a little pale, sweat was running down his cheeks, and his hair was wet. The previous battle had consumed him greatly.

He looked at Dong Yeyu seriously: "If I can't defeat the strongest you head-on, then it won't count as a win."

"You want to win so badly?"

"The goal of a swordsman is victory, endless victory." Mikado Masaki's words were sonorous and powerful.

Dong Ye Yu somewhat agreed with this statement. If it wasn't for the purpose of winning, why practice swordsmanship?
Seeing him give up the game, Dong Ye Yu also untied the straps of his mask, took off the mask, took a deep breath, and came back to life.

Although this mask is strong and provides comprehensive protection, it is stuffy and not breathable. If you wear it for a long time, you can faintly smell a faint musty odor.

I smoothed my hair which was a little flattened due to wearing a mask for a long time, and I had an urge to cut it short - I haven't had my hair cut since I came to Tokyo.

The main reason is that haircuts here are quite expensive, often costing thousands of yen. Shaving my head would affect my order rate at my part-time job in the restaurant. If I look more handsome, I'll get more gold coins from female customers.

It seemed that because of the previous match, the cameras in the stadium and all major media were paying attention to this side. At first, everyone was a little confused as to why the two players took off their visors before the fight was over.

"What happened to the two contestants?"

The media host asked, and the reporter replied: "After taking off the armor, the Yumen player gave up the sword. Does this seem to be an admission of defeat?"

"It's a pity that we can't see such an exciting duel like the one just now. However, Yu Men is really a rare beautiful boy in a century. I believe he will have an even better performance next year!"

"Dongye has also taken off his mask. It seems that the game is indeed over. What did the referee say? Wait—"

At this moment, the figure of Higashino Yu appeared on the big screen in the stadium, and he was giving a thumbs-up and smiling to one side of the audience. The female cameraman subconsciously zoomed in until the camera seemed to be right next to him.

The face that seemed to be carved by the Creator himself then appeared on the big screen.

Just like sculptures in the hands of great artists.

People think of it first in their minds, but since it cannot be praised in words, they can only use the most perfect things known to set it off.

However, no matter how exquisite the stone carvings are, they are ultimately dead objects, too hard and cold. At first glance, they look very similar, but upon closer inspection, they seem far from the young man in front of him.

Whether it's the skin that even the most delicate women cannot match, or the facial features that are flawless, or the bright eyes that shine as brightly as the sun, or the temperament that surrounds her, her high spirits yet as steady as a mountain, and the unique feeling she gives people.

Every glance makes people admire from the bottom of their hearts. Even people who are depressed can't help but feel happier when seeing such a face.

What is it? The girls who were watching the game pondered over it. Most of them were players in the women's group, substitute players, and logistics staff of their respective kendo clubs. Some were girls who were devoted to kendo.

Originally, I was observing the game carefully and thinking about my own shortcomings, but at this moment, the moment I saw that person on the field, the deer in my heart started running wildly.

"It's clean, it's pure." A young girl murmured to herself as if she had realized something.

Asumi Sanae, who was sitting on the podium, glanced at the girls around her who were staring at Higashino Yu and shook her head slightly.

The superficial people of the night only care about appearance. If the Knight was an ordinary-looking person, would they still be like this?

Mortals are always unable to see the essence of things through these manifestations. Only the wisdom of the Moon Witch can appreciate the soul of His Excellency the Knight.

She looked around for a moment. The two girls, Kaori and Shiori, were probably used to it and had become immune to it. They were now huddled together, whispering about what delicious food they were going to eat when they got home.

Just eat and there is nothing to worry about.

Finally, it fell on the face of Jinguji Hiiragi Kagami who was in deep thought. She seemed to be still immersed in the sword that Higashino Yu had just swung out.

The Moon Witch shook her head slightly, absorbed in her practice, and the Jinguji Inquisitor only went so far.

For a moment, Asumi Sanae felt that the outcome was already decided, so she stood up and stretched out her slender and tender right hand towards the boy who greeted her.

Dong Ye Yu was stunned for a second when he saw her action, then reacted and said, No way, you want me to play this kind of awkward and second-year game with you on the spot?

I looked away, trying to pretend I didn't see her, but I felt like we were all so familiar with each other. Thanks to her care, I had a lot of delicious food these days.
Forget it, forget it. I should be grateful for what I have done.

Dong Ye Yu covered his face and admitted it. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head as if he was kissing someone's hand. Even though he was so shameless, his face turned red at this moment.

Mingri saw Sanae's icy blue eyes smiling, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she slowly sat back, took out her phone to read his blog, and thought about it for a while.

During the holiday after the training camp, let’s go explore some more fun places with Knight-sama!

Miss Moon Witch began to formulate a new plan for investigating strange news in her mind.

Except for the people around her, no one noticed this side for the time being. In addition, Higashino Yu's movements were very fast, and at first glance it seemed that she was just looking down at something, so no social death incident occurred.

Mikado Masaki was a little surprised by his actions, but after looking at Higashino Yu's face for a moment, he thought that his swordsmanship was so powerful, and his cultivation must be good, at least not worse than his own, and he could be considered a top-notch person.

"It is indeed not unfair for my cousin to lose to you. When I return, I will persuade him not to harass Miss Jinguji again."

"Um, thank you for your help then." Dong Ye Yu bowed slightly.

Mikado Maki nodded and looked at the referee, "Please announce that I admit defeat."

"Ah? Admitting defeat again?" The referee hesitated for two seconds, communicated with the judges on the rostrum, and announced that Tachibana High School won the competition and Ryukoku Junior High School lost.

Mikado Masaki silently picked up the bamboo sword, and Higashino Yu came to the position where he started the game, sheathed the swords, squatted, and then stood up and retreated towards each other.

After the game, the audience began to discuss enthusiastically what had just happened. Some people posted videos and updates on Tiktak, but since the video only showed that the stadium suddenly went dark for a few seconds, it did not cause widespread dissemination.

This topic was actually more popular on the forum. After all, tens of thousands of people witnessed two consecutive almost magical abnormal events at the same time. Some people and organizations interested in extraordinary events got the news and excitedly prepared to come to Fukuoka.

When the classmates of Tachibana High School saw Higashino Yu walking back with the mask, they stared at him as if their eyes were glued to him.

Yasuhara Kazushi first stood up with a smile and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Higashino-kun. Please take a seat."

The other students were not very familiar with Dong Ye Yu, so they did not dare to ask and just looked at him curiously.

Arima Norimune was not interested in these secrets. He had already enjoyed himself when Higashino Yu beat Sugiyama up before. When he saw him coming back, he immediately threw away the ice pack, patted the non-existent dust on the cushion, and got off the seat.

"Ayu, from today on you are my idol! Please accept my worship!"

"He insulted my teacher. I would have taught him a lesson without you telling me."

Dong Yeyu said seriously, helping Arima up, but saw this kid approaching him and whispering, "What was that move just now? Did our ancestor Zhongkang teach us the secret trick?"

"Wu Xiang Jian, didn't the teacher tell you that?"

"How can there be such a sword technique? Didn't our ancestor Zhao Zhongkang say that he didn't know it either?"

"Well, I just created it."

Arima Zezong rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands and laughed, "Ayu, you see, we are like brothers, and we are from the same school."

Dong Ye Yu knew what this kid was thinking about at a glance, but his ancestors taught him swordsmanship for free, so it’s not impossible for him to return the favor a little.

"Want to learn?"

Arima Norimune nodded: "Yes, I miss you so much!"

"Then practice the floating boat crossing first, so that you won't be laughed at for the monkey dance next time you use it." Dong Ye Yu was speechless. If he was allowed to go out and embarrass himself like this all the time, the Sky Blue One Sword Style might have to be renamed the Monkey Dance One Sword Style.

Arima Zezong was overjoyed and kowtowed again: "Master Dongye, please accept my greeting!"

(End of this chapter)