Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 234 Bamboo Sword Afterimage
Record this scene so that your beloved child can see it in the future and say, "Mom has this side to her too!"

However, she probably doesn't have children either, because she offended Aoyama Osamu.

It is common knowledge that those who offend the system holder generally do not live more than three days.

Aoyama Risa rubbed his eyes with his elbow—the play had to be played out completely.

After confirming that he was alright, Ono Mika looked at Mikami Ai and, as if infected by her smile, asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that Shang Ai raised her hand, she indicated that everything was alright.

She walked over carrying a fruit platter, covering her face, and laughing as she went.

Aoyama Rika really wanted to punch her.

He knew she had only come to deliver a fruit platter and asked them to wash it as well. It was an accident that she disrupted his plans, but he still wanted to punch her!
Is it really necessary to laugh like that?!
Seeing that Ai was approaching, she finally managed to suppress her smile, gripped the fruit plate tightly with both hands, and handed it to Aoyama Risa.

She glanced at him once, then immediately turned her head away.

Her slender, beautiful shoulders were trembling slightly.

"You look just like an innocent young girl handing me a love letter." Aoyama Risa took the plate.

"Sorry." Seeing that Shang Ai had quickly turned and left.

After watching her leave, Ono Mika looked at Aoyama Osamu with confusion: "What happened to her?"

"Maybe someone told a joke, and she was too embarrassed to laugh outside, so she pretended to deliver plates, trying to secretly laugh for a while on the way, but she couldn't hold back." Aoyama Risa started washing the dishes.

Mika Ono nodded, accepting the guess indifferently.

"Are your eyes alright?" she asked.

Aoyama Ritsu was about to say that it still hurt a little, but the image of Kamiya's 'shy' appearance immediately came to mind, with her 'love letter' still in her hand.

Too many people around would be inappropriate.

"It's alright now," he said with a smile.

The same tactic can only be used once, and should be reserved for a safer environment—where there are no other people around.

After washing the dishes, Aoyama Risa said hello and went straight to the kendo room.

One reason is to avoid the beautiful girl, and the other is to improve my skills so that I can get closer to the beautiful girl by winning the championship.

Aoyama Risa holds a bamboo sword.

—Green Mountain!
Without using the system, he launched his own meditation battle.

Tomorrow's key opponent is Fukuoka Daiho from Fukuoka Prefecture, with forward Kameyama, second forward Noguchi, center forward Yano, vice-captain Hayashi, and captain Mori.

The five men's first six battles were all in their minds.

He closed his eyes and stood in Fukuoka Gymnasium again, with three referees holding red and white flags, his teammates behind him, the Ono sisters in the stands, and Mikami Ai and the others.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Vanguard Kameyama holds a bamboo sword, the tip of which points towards Aoyama Risa's left eye; this is the 'Blue Eye Stance'.

"noodle!!"

"hand!!"

The two rushed toward each other.

Even with his eyes closed, Aoyama Risa wouldn't bump into the wall; he remained in the arena of his meditation.

He practiced until 11 o'clock, then wiped his sweat as he walked out of the kendo room.

Only the Ono sisters remained in the living room, playing video games and talking quietly.

"Is it over?" Ono Mika noticed him.

"Mmm." Aoyama Ryo took a big gulp of water.

"Let's go to sleep too," Ono Mizuki said, then let out a yawn that could swallow her head whole.

"Good night."

"Good night."

Aoyama returned to his room, took a shower—and then another shower—before lying down on the bed with his phone in hand.

She pulled the blanket over her stomach while opening the message.

[Yaeko Miyayo: Good performance.]

[Aoyama Osamu: Thank you for the kendo room; it was very helpful.]

[Yaeko Miyayo: It's just a room.]

[Aoyama Osamu: No, it's important, just like the spaceship equipped with a gravity system that Goku used to travel to Namek.]

[Yaeko Miyayo: I don't understand what you're saying.]

[Yaeko Miyayo: Go to sleep. There's another match tomorrow. If you make it to the finals, I'll go to Fukuoka on the 28th to watch your match live.]

【Aoyama Rika: Goodnight.】

Aoyama Ryo glanced at the message and saw that Ue hadn't sent him any messages.

Do you think you can pretend nothing happened by doing this?
Aoyama Ryo immediately attacked!

"What are you doing?" Jian Shangai asked, laughing as she spoke.

"You're still laughing!" Aoyama Risa was so angry that she sat up straight in bed.

"I was watching a video, and I saw something funny." He was laughing so hard he could barely speak.

Aoyama Rin could imagine what she looked like now—

Wearing simple yet elegant soft pajamas, lying on a soft bed, the blanket covering her chest, holding her phone to her ear with her left hand, and resting her slender right arm on her forehead.

He laughed so hard his eyes were closed.

"You're such an annoying person!" said Aoyama Risa.

"You're not even allowed to laugh?" Jian Ai asked with a smile, in such a good mood that she wasn't angry even if someone told her she was annoying.

"Everything I owe you is even!"

"Hmm—" Seeing Shang Ai hesitate for a moment, then smiled and said easily, "Okay~"

Aoyama Risa was both amused and genuinely found it somewhat funny.

He lay back down.

Once the anger subsided, I was momentarily speechless. Talking on the phone with someone of the opposite sex before bed should be a very private matter—being called in by my boss is another story.

Five seconds later, Aoyama said, "I'm hanging up."

"Okay, goodnight," Jian Shang Ai said softly.

She wanted someone to record it so she could listen to her wonderful voice every day to fall asleep. Anyone would envy her husband for being able to fall asleep to that voice.

How could we lose?

"Good night." Aoyama Riya said in his best voice.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

after awhile.

"Haha, okay, haha, alright, haha~"

Aoyama Rin could imagine what she looked like now—

I laughed until tears streamed down my face.

He hung up the phone right away!

I put down my phone, closed my eyes and lay down for a while, then suddenly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.

"Ah—" Aoyama Risa let out a low wail.

In winter, people who accidentally wear their thermal underwear as a scarf and only realize it when they get home at night after being out all day will make this sound in the middle of the night.

Please, everyone, do not think about the most embarrassing things in life.

July 27th, Tuesday, the fourth day of Yulongqi.

Today is the quarterfinals. The group stage has ended, and the strongest teams from each group will begin to face off.

"Sigh." Jun Aizawa sighed.

Aoyama smiled, knowing that he had given up on the double kill.

"Will I never commit double suicide, and never confess my feelings?" he said.

"After the Jade Dragon Flag competition ends, the inter-school competition will be coming up soon, which is also the highlight of the summer. I will then achieve a double victory!" Jun Aizawa said resolutely.

"Special training?"

"Not special." A quick rejection.

After a brief pause, Jun Aizawa added, "Although I won't be participating in your special training, Aoyama, I've been working even harder than before."

"come on."

"Why should I add fuel? You're the one who needs to add fuel today!" Jun Aizawa suddenly became agitated.

“That’s right!” Department Head Kinoshita chimed in. “Aoyama-kun, the bonus and the recommendation qualification all depend on you. Please make sure you show your full strength!”

"You bastard, have you ever witnessed my full strength before you dare to ask me to unleash it?"

"No, so let us see!" the center forward also appeared.

"I don't care if the world is destroyed! Water Release: Great Waterfall Technique!"

"That can't be right! How could it be a water-based technique!"

“I need to pee,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Together!"

There were many urinals in the gymnasium, but the five people lined up in a "person, empty, person, empty, person" formation.

The others came in, took one look, muttered 'There are no seats left,' and turned to leave.

Urinating didn't allow Aoyama Risa to compete without any burden, because the women's competition was in the morning and the men's competition was in the afternoon.

"Go for it!!" the boys roared, cheering for the Sword Maiden and her teammates.

Today, the Kaiming Girls' Team faced the strongest team in Group C—Kagoshima Shonan High School. Unsurprisingly, the Kaiming Girls' Team's forward, second forward, center, and vice-captain—their first four players were quickly defeated.

but.

The third-year senior, who served as the vice-captain, performed exceptionally well, demonstrating extraordinary strength and achieving a double kill, eliminating the opponent's forward and second forward.

"Senior!!"

"Wow, this senior is amazing!"

"Hmph!" the senior student said smugly, "If it weren't for Elsa, I would be a general."

The senior student looked at Elsa Tianyu: "Elsa, I'm sorry for holding you back, but this is all we can do."

Elsa didn't say anything, and focused on putting on her protective gear.

The senior student had also gotten used to her focus on the battlefield.

Elsa Tenyu picked up her bamboo sword, stood up, and looked at the arena before her.

For the first three days, the stadium was filled with the sounds of the games, but today, in this huge stadium, there is only this one game, and everyone is watching her.

Some of them came specifically to watch the 'Blonde Fiora's' match after seeing the news.

"Elsa!!!" Her parents were also there in the stands.

Elsa Ama took a step.

"Elsa!" the senior student cried out, "Please, help me win the championship!"

Tianyu Elsa didn't stop, but whispered in a voice so no one could hear her, "Okay."

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

The center forward for Zhangnan is Ikeda Aoizumi, who is also tall, and his face flashes with a hint of what could be described as fierceness.

"Ahhh!!" she exploded.

The empty space seemed to tremble.

The bamboo sword in the center's hand shot fiercely towards Tianyu Elsa, like fragments of a grenade.

The Sword Maiden showed no fear as she charged forward, her bamboo sword moving with the precision and grace of a scalpel.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The bamboo swords collided in a flash.

Jun Aizawa, in a daze, murmured, "Stronger than me."

Zhang Nan's center forward's ferocity was ultimately no match for Fiora's precision and speed.

"Face!" The Fiora unleashed a lightning-fast sword strike.

"Score!" The referee raised the red flag.

In the second round, after getting up, Zhangnan's center forward pounced on him like a tiger, and Fiora drew her sword and went straight to meet him.

"Everyone says Fiora is good at speed, but actually it's just that her speed is too attractive. Her strength is not weak either." The coach watched the field.

Upon closer inspection, the ferocity of the Sword Maiden's bamboo sword is indeed no less than that of Zhang Nan's center forward.

"hand!"

Before the center forward could react, the swordswoman's bamboo sword had already slashed at her wrist.

"Fiora!!" The girls' group erupted in cheers.

Zhangnan's vice-captain was also defeated 2-0, but Zhangnan's captain was no weaker than Bajian's forward.

The two players each scored a point, leading to a deciding game.

Everyone held their breath, and the two people on the field didn't dare to blink.

General Zhangnan's swordsmanship is like the deadly, invisible cold of the polar regions; each probing seems to be a real attempt, yet also seems not to.

It is contained within, yet not revealed; it is both bright and dark.

General Zhang Nan also dared not be careless.

General Kaiming, nicknamed the Sword Maiden, delivers every strike with unerring accuracy, like a bullet fired from a gun. General Zhangnan has the illusion that if he is hit, a hole will appear in his body.

She was able to win a game thanks to Fiora's fierce attack, which forced her to unleash her potential and instinctively avoid the attacks.

Now, it's the third set.

Win and you'll advance to the semifinals; lose and you'll be eliminated.

Behind them, there was no one left; they were the generals.

Like predatory beasts, they slowly approached each other.

General Zhang Nan took a small breath, suppressing all his killing intent, which condensed into a chill in his heart.

A bolt of lightning struck the Sword Maiden's mind, and following that feeling, she drew her sword.

"what!!"

boom!
The bamboo sword struck lightly, grazing past.

Lightning or chill, which will strike whom?
“So beautiful.” F. Rino sighed.

It's like a beautiful painting.

nice?
Those who understand kendo are almost suffocating under the pressure.

The crisp sounds echoed throughout the venue.

"Hand!" General Zhangnan seized the opportunity.

The women's team, the men's team, and even the coaches were terrified, with many standing up and unconsciously letting out screams.

Unable to see the Fiora's expression beneath her mask, she subtly shifted her tall, well-proportioned body to the side.

"Snapped!"

At the last second, the Sword Maiden dodged, but General Zhangnan's sword struck her shoulder.

"Thud!!" The Fiora's voice had barely faded when...

With a bang, General Zhangnan clutched his throat, and the sound of retching came from behind his mask.

"Throat stab, score!"

"The victory is decided!"

The semifinals!

Before there was time to celebrate, the second match of the day began: Kaiming Girls' Team vs. Oita Prefecture Meige High School.

Despite both being in the semifinals, Mingye's strength was inferior to Zhangnan's; Jianji won without losing a single point.

Kaiming Women's Kendo Club has made it to the finals!

"Even if we lose next, we'll still have at least two million, right?" the women's team member exclaimed excitedly.

"There are still university recommendation slots available!"

"Fiora is amazing!"

The men's group, who had been celebrating together, all turned to look at Aoyama Ryo.

"Aoyama-kun, we don't need the championship. As long as you make it to the finals, we'll allow you to marry Sword Princess!" said Kinoshita.

"Minister, this is none of your business," the center forward reminded him.

Fortunately, Aoyama Riki almost lost.

As if by prior arrangement, the Ono sisters didn't say a word to him before the match started.

After lunch, the men's team became serious, and the carefree attitude they had shown in the morning due to excessive tension completely disappeared.

One by one, they did basic exercises in the corridor with serious expressions.

Aoyama Riya swung his sword again and again.

The women's team relied on Fiora, while the men's team relied on him. Only then did he realize how much pressure Fiora had been under.

However, she probably didn't feel any pressure, which made him admire her even more.

He was not a pure swordsman.

Only the swordswoman's sword has a soul; his swordsmanship is nothing more than a modern industrial product.

Coincidentally, in the first match of the afternoon, Kaiming High School was also playing against Meige High School from Oita Prefecture, but in the boys' division.

Skipping the commercials, Aoyama Risa enters the game, facing another Mingye striker.

"start!"

Squat down, stand up!
"Ah!"

The two drew their swords simultaneously.

boom! !

The bamboo sword bounced off.

Aoyama Risa took a step forward, turned to the side, and slashed again!
His body seemed to have expanded, brimming with power and exuding an astonishing aura.

Crazy! Ferocious!
Just looking at it sends chills down your spine; you can't imagine what the outcome would be if you faced it directly as an opponent.

The bamboo sword, like the mouth of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, bites at its opponent again and again.

"Thud!" A sword strike landed on the opponent.

Thump thump thump thump, the opposing striker couldn't stop it, the force of this sword was like a hand, pressing him down.

"Thump!" The striker couldn't stop in time and fell to the ground with a thud.

Aoyama Risa held the sword with both hands, maintaining his remnant spirit—a state where he wouldn't be counter-killed.

Unlike when he was fighting, once he stopped, he stood quietly, his black kendo uniform making him look like a statue.

The ordinary protective gear looked like armor on his body.

It evokes images of deities and warriors in temples—majestic, cold, and yet possessing a certain beauty.

(End of this chapter)