Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 235 Question: How many people has Aoyama Riku killed?

Regardless of how outsiders see him—whether they think he's fierce or just showing off—Aoyama Risa has only one thought in his mind: to win.

He walked back to the starting line.

Mingye's forward got up from the ground, picked up his sword, and walked back to the starting line. He was clearly a little scared.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Aoyama Risa took two steps forward, and Mingye Forward instinctively stepped back.

"Yamazaki!" Coach Mingye shouted angrily.

Kotaro Yamazaki shuddered as if he had been hit by a stick.

He looked at Aoyama Ryou in front of him, his eyes beginning to bloodshot.

"Aaaaa!!!" Yamazaki Kotaro let out a deafening roar, like a tiger howling through the forest, as he prepared for his final hunt.

The two charged at each other simultaneously.

boom! !

Kotaro Yamazaki gritted his teeth, refusing to let the bamboo sword slip from his hand, his hands feeling numb as if they were being immersed in plasma.

Before he could catch his breath...

"Cross!" Aoyama Ri took action.

Kotaro Yamazaki instinctively raised his arms, trying to catch the attack.

Aoyama Ryo gently let his bamboo sword pass him, walked past him, came behind Mingye's vanguard, quickly turned around, and pointed his bamboo sword at him.

Mingye's forward was about to turn around.

"Score!"

"Red wins!"

All three referees raised the red flag simultaneously.

Unlike the previous blow that cleaved his body in two, this one was as light as a feather, but the outcome was the same: an attack he could not withstand.

Mingye's second striker makes his debut.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Aoyama Risa's arm veins bulged slightly as he strode forward, sweeping his bamboo sword across the room with unparalleled force.

boom!
With one strike, Mingye's second striker lost his balance.

"Ha!" Aoyama Risa took another step, his veins bulging even more.

It wasn't like a sword fight, nor was it for victory; his purpose was more like destruction, and each strike was powerful and heavy.

boom!
boom!
boom!
"Yumo! Don't retreat!" Mingye's men shouted.

He Yumo gritted his teeth, trying to dodge, and looked up to meet Aoyama Risa's gaze, only to see the bamboo sword sweep towards him like a raging thunderbolt.

boom! !

Thump thump thump, Mingye's second striker leaves the ring.

"Red wins!"

Kaiming's general is facing Mingye's second striker in the second set.

"start!"

In the previous round, Aoyama Riki's sword was as fierce as thunder; in this round, his sword is as powerful as a rainbow.

"noodle!"

"Score!"

"hand!"

"Score with your hand!"

Aoyama Risa swiftly defeated five opponents without losing a single point.

Amidst thunderous cheers, the enlightened coach pondered, "They're getting stronger and stronger, changing every day."

"Twenty men killed! Twenty men killed!" Ono Mizuki shouted wildly from the second-floor stands, wanting to tell everyone.

On the official website of Yulongqi, there is a "Dare to Fight Reward" section, which counts the number of consecutive kills.

It is divided into five-person kills, ten-person kills, fifteen-person kills, and twenty-person kills or more.

So far, the competition is nearing its end, and not a single one of the fifteen has been defeated!

Because Aoyama Ryo entered the Twenty-Man Killing Contest!

"Aoyama, twenty people have been killed!" Aizawa Jun was also paying close attention to this, and during his break, he told Aoyama the real-time figures.

"A winning streak doesn't represent true strength. Only when I win the championship will the winning streak count," said Aoyama Risa.

"If I can kill twenty people in my lifetime, I will die without regrets," the center forward said.

"Are you talking about the Jade Dragon Banner's twenty-man kill?" Ci Feng asked.

Either one is fine.

"To be honest, you've probably killed about twenty men in that area, haven't you, Aoyama?" Kinoshita said.

"I think so too," the center agreed.

"Soon." Aoyama Risa said without changing his expression.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" the coach scolded. "The next opponent is the real highlight of today!"

Fukuoka Prefecture, Fukuoka Daiho.

During last night's training, Aoyama Riki skipped over Akio and directly targeted them as his hypothetical opponents.

People often say that if it weren't for the Sword King of Kyushu, DaDaHao would have an 80% chance of winning first place.

Even with the Sword King present, it's hard to say who would win or lose.

"Are you confident?" the coach asked, looking at Aoyama Risa.

“I want to win,” Aoyama replied.

He was ready to use the [Talent: Slow Motion] skill.

"I want to win," the coach murmured, then suddenly sighed.

"They're here!" the men's team members said in unison.

"Do you remember?" This is how coaches start reminiscing, like finding a TV show to watch before a meal.

"That was when I was in high school, around this time, I was a pitcher, playing against Kamikawa High School at Jingu Stadium."

Ritsu Aoyama wanted to ask the coach why a baseball player would become the coach of the kendo club.

Jun Aizawa and the others quickly stopped him, as if he was about to walk into a minefield.

"It was tough at first, but we were able to manage until their substitute pitcher came on." The coach gave a wry smile. "We were completely outmatched. During the break, the coach asked us if we could keep going. My answer at the time was, 'I want to win.'"

"Coach, did you win in the end?" Kinoshita asked.

"A complete and utter defeat." The answer was crisp and decisive, as if one could see just how badly the battle had been lost.

Everyone: "."

Telling this kind of story at a time like this?
The men's team, thinking about the strength of Daikichi Fukuoka, suddenly felt that this might be a sign.

"Hahaha!" The coach also realized what was happening and laughed to ease the tension. "But I believe in you! If you win, I'll take you to Shenchuan to see for yourselves!"

"."

Why is the reward for winning to go to someone else's school?
Doesn't that seem strange?

"Don't underestimate Kamikawa." The coach saw through their inner complaints. "Although it's just a school, just like the 'Yotsuya Hills' in the school song, to exaggerate a bit, the scenery can rival famous scenic spots in China."

During the competition, with a formidable opponent in sight, the coach suddenly expressed envy for other schools. What's going on?
Aoyama Rikawa thought the scenery in Kaiming was also very nice. The coach was probably defeated by Kamikawa, so he had the obsession that "what is Kamikawa's is the best".

Although he was still curious as to why a baseball player would become the coach of the kendo club, now was not the time to think about that.

The game started.

Tokyo Kaimei vs. Fukuoka Daiho: Whoever wins advances to the final.

The former was unknown in Kendo, while the latter was a Kendo master. In previous competitions, as long as he participated, he was either the runner-up or the champion; there was no other possibility.

"Can we win?" Mizuki Ono murmured.

“How could she possibly win?” another audience member replied.

There's no way to win.

Even the men's group, who are open-minded, think this way. They didn't say it, but they acted very relaxed.

Upon entering the arena and heading towards the preparation area, Elsa Amagami found Osamu Aoyama.

She didn't say anything, she just raised her fist.

Aoyama smiled, raised his hand, and touched fists together with hers.

"Are these two a couple?" The audience, who had said it was impossible for them to win, suddenly became interested.

"How could that be!" Ono Mizuki retorted.

Ono Mika, Mikami Ai, Amakusa Sawa, and others laughed.

The match began, and DaDaHao's forward, Kameyama, single-handedly scored four consecutive kills, defeating everyone from KaiMing High School.

"It's alright, this kind of thing has happened before. Aoyama, you shouldn't be under too much pressure, right?" the coach asked him.

"I'm a little nervous," Aoyama replied.

nervous?

It seems they really intend to win.

Does he really think he can defeat the entire DaDaHao on his own?

Aoyama Ryo put on his protective gear, picked up his bamboo sword, and walked up alone.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Forward Kameyama darted forward.

fast!
Fast and stable!

Aoyama Risa could almost see Kameyama getting up at five every morning and going to bed at midnight, working tirelessly day and night, honing his skills through countless trials, until finally, through sheer perseverance, he carved out this sword from the depths of his body.

He raised his sword to parry.

Forward Kameyama pressed forward.

The swords clashed, the two staring intently at each other at close range.

Inside the mask, Kameyama's eyes were like needles: "What are your last wishes?"

"I never expected you to ask me about my last wishes," Aoyama Risa chuckled. "Let's see if you kill the five of us, or I kill the five of you!"

"Wait to die!"

"Come on if you dare!"

The two exerted force simultaneously to create distance, and then simultaneously launched a counter-attack.

"Noodles!!" They all dodged somewhat awkwardly, with the vanguard Kameyama in a more disheveled state, while Aoyama Risa dodged relatively gracefully.

Seizing this opportunity, Aoyama Ryo calmly adjusted his movements—wrapping his ten fingers around the sword like tree roots, channeling his power into them.

"Ah!!" The two slashed at each other.

boom! ! !
Forward Kameyama took two steps back.

"So strong!" they both thought at the same time.

Faced with his explosive impact, the other party only took two steps back.

Needless to say, the forerunner, Kameyama, practices catching swords more than striking them in swordsmanship. Aoyama Risa's skill level is no less than that of those power monsters.

Qingshan is unreasonable and unforgiving.

The force that had been unleashed was pulled back, becoming heavy again, and then it crushed towards the vanguard, Turtle Mountain.

Instead of taking the attack head-on, the vanguard Kameyama raised his sword and created an angle with his bamboo sword, perfectly blocking Aoyama Risa's attack.

Aoyama Risa wrapped the bamboo sword around his hands even tighter.

"cut!!"

The bamboo sword made the air whistle as it pressed down.

He slashed left and right, like a barrage of cannon fire.

block!
Keep blocking!
See how you can stop it!
Forward Kameyama retreated step by step, and just as he was about to go out of bounds, he suddenly made a graceful turn and disappeared from the bombardment.

"Ah!" The crowd in the stands exclaimed.

Mizuki Ono instinctively called out "brother".

"elder brother"

Forward Kameyama, like a dragon in flight, circled around to behind Aoyama Risa.

Aoyama Riki remained unmoved, turned around and drew his sword, which was as sharp as a knife.

Boom!
Bamboo swords clashed.

Aoyama Risa swayed back slightly, narrowly avoiding going out of bounds.

He did not lose his composure and remained extremely stable. In the battle against the system's shadow, the most important thing was to maintain his balance in any situation.

Aoyama Riichi raised his hand, and the bamboo sword, which had become weak from the collision, was infused with great force and shot out again with a hiss.

Forward Kameyama dodged in a panic, cold sweat pouring down his face, thinking to himself, "Monster!"

“Brother!” Ono Mizuki called out, only then finishing her sentence.

Aoyama tilted his head, dodging the counterattack from the vanguard, Kameyama, and swung his bamboo sword backhand.

boom! boom! boom!
The two exchanged several blows in an instant.

On the judges' table, the group of old men who occasionally flipped through the handbook to pass the time during the competition were all completely focused.

"His sword posture is upright, the blade is sharp, he's held a real sword before," an old man said, playing with his pen.

"This kid," another person mused, "I think I've seen him before in the Gong family."

Forward Kameyama roared, "Ah!!!"

Bamboo swords, like a net, enveloped them.

Aoyama Risa retreated so fast it was as if he were flying near the ground!
"Throat!!" he suddenly retorted.

The sword light pierced through the sword net and struck the front-line soldier, Guishan, in the throat.

"Throat score!"

"Qingshan!!" the Kaiming Men's Group roared.

The applause was thunderous.

On the jury, some laughed, some nodded.

"Brother!!" Ono Mizuki cheered.

"Go, Aoyama-kun!!" Amakusa Sawa shouted.

Only the two of them would shout loudly without regard for their surroundings, which greatly increased Ono Mizuki's affection for her!

"Is he Elsa's boyfriend?" Tianyu's mother asked curiously.

"I don't admit it!" Although Tianyu's father was a foreigner, he was the type who would greet his daughter's male friends with a gun.

On the sports field, Tianyu Elsa clapped gently. She was not excited. She knew very well that the competition had only just begun.

Both sides returned to the starting line.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Everyone was startled as Kameyama, the vanguard of Fukuoka Daiho, roared furiously.

The ceiling seemed to shake from his shouting!

Upper section structure!
This is a 100% offensive stance; either you'll cleave your opponent in two with a single sword strike, or your torso or neck will be pierced by their blade.

The outcome depends on only one thing: speed.

There was no probing, no swordplay; speed was the sole determinant of whether years of hard work had been worthwhile!
It's like the college entrance exam, where there's only one multiple-choice question.

Aoyama Riki raised the bamboo sword, which was positioned in the center line, diagonally upwards.

His right forearm was within the opponent's slashing range, while his own sword tip was pointing at the opponent's left forearm.

Same upper structure!
Pioneer Guishan felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps all over his body!
Aoyama Risa's aura was sharp as a sword, piercing straight towards him.

Perhaps more important than speed now is courage.

The three referees kept adjusting their positions to ensure they could clearly see the two athletes' movements.

"hand!!"

Like two billiard balls struck at the same time, the two collided rapidly with each other.

"Score with your hand!"

The audience all looked at the flags in the referee's hand, and two people raised the red flag.

"Red wins!"

Take one down!
Twenty-one consecutive kills!

"Green Mountain! Green Mountain! Green Mountain!" Aizawa Jun and the others shouted.

"DaDaHao! DaDaHao!" DaDaHao's fans were not to be outdone. They were not afraid of losing. This is the confidence of a strong kendo school.

Before Fukuoka Daisho's second striker, Noguchi, was told by the coach in a low voice before he went on the field: "Take his energy out."

"Yes!"

Kai-mei Daisuke faces Fukuoka Daisuke, first game.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Unlike the previous battle, the two stood facing each other quietly, their swords clashing, testing each other's strength.

What appears calm is actually the calm before the storm, fraught with hidden dangers.

Second striker Noguchi is always looking for the best time to make his move.

"It's not good to drag this out like this." Coach Kaiming sometimes crossed his arms, sometimes stroked his chin, and sometimes sighed.

Prolonged focus can deplete a player's energy in a short period of time, which is very disadvantageous for Aoyama Ryo.

Even if they win, if they expend too much energy and the referee deems them unable to continue fighting, they will be sent off.

There was no one behind Aoyama Risa.

"Aoyama, go!" Jun Aizawa whispered.

The coach hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He also hoped that Aoyama would act quickly, regardless of whether he could win or not, and give it his all while he was still full of energy.

But then again, I felt that at such a critical moment, I could only trust Aoyama Risa's own judgment.

What would you do, Aoyama?!

The light clinking of sword tips echoed across the arena.

Despite not engaging in strenuous exercise, Noguchi, the second-in-command, began to sweat.

While seemingly making no move, he subtly seized the opportunity and tried dozens of methods to restrain the enemy.

All of this was resolved by Qingshan!
He was indeed trying to restrain Aoyama Risa and exhaust his energy. All he could do was restrain Aoyama Risa and exhaust his energy.

Can't win.

He can't win this way, at least not.

After both sides had expended a great deal of energy, Aoyama Risa seized the opportunity and won the game.

The next game did not start immediately, and all three referees were watching Aoyama Osamu.

Looking at Aoyama Ryo, his eyes were clear and bright, and it was obvious that he was a sunny young man who slept well, took care of his health, and had no bad habits.

"continue."

The coach and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Yano, the center forward for Fukuoka Daihiro, was also instructed to adopt a fighting style that would wear down Aoyama Risa.

After Aoyama won, the referee looked him over again, his eyes scanning him like a machine.

Aoyama Risa raised his arms and thrust out his bamboo sword without any hesitation.

Like the Yamata no Orochi, all eight of its mouths bite at the enemy simultaneously, fierce, violent, and with astonishing speed.

"continue."

Lin, the vice-captain of DaDaHao, who was about to take the field, looked at his coach.

"It's exhausting." The coach said without changing his expression.

"Yes!"

The reason why DaDaHao is so strong gradually emerges from the relationship between the players and coaches.

Just as the vice-captain was about to enter the game, the coach suddenly said, "If you have the opportunity, make your own judgment."

"Yes!"

Aoyama Osamu wins again!
This time, the referee scrutinized him very carefully, with a level of strictness comparable to the market supervision and management department's on-site inspection after a restaurant had a hygiene problem that went viral online.

Aoyama Risa flicked his right arm, channeling power through the bamboo sword, which then thrust out like a javelin.

"call!!"

The dull sound of the wind was chilling.

The referee was still looking at him.

Those involved, such as the Ono sisters, Amakusa Sawa, and the kendo club members, slowly stood up and watched nervously.

(End of this chapter)