Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 236 Slow!
After working so hard until now, it seems that only one person from Fukuoka Daiho is left. Is he going to be disqualified?
How to do?
How can you prove that a person still has plenty of energy?

While driving, technology can only detect whether a person is driving under the influence of alcohol; fatigued driving can only be determined after an accident.

"They must be tired after playing for so long," one viewer said.

"He still looks quite energetic," some people said.

"Leaving players who are out of energy off the field is not a punishment, but a protection. This young man is only a sophomore. Protecting his body is more important than his performance. He will have another chance next year."

"What you're saying makes sense."

"Besides, even if we let him continue, in his current state, can he really defeat Da Hao's general? It would be better for him to retire here and leave behind the title of 'undefeated'."

"rational!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and everyone had a different opinion.

The referee also hesitated.

Aoyama Ryo walked up.

"Aoyama, you—"

"I want to continue, please!" Aoyama Risa bowed slightly.

The three referees looked at each other.

"Qingshan, you're only a second-year student," Referee A advised.

"Please." Aoyama Risa didn't look up.

The three referees looked at each other again.

"The game continues!"

Cheers erupted from the audience.

Ono Mizuki, who had just been worried that Aoyama Risa wouldn't be able to continue, asked again, "Won't you get hurt?"

"Mizuki, we must believe in him." Ono Mika looked at Aoyama Ryo on the field.

Kaiming High School vs. Fukuoka Daiho, the final battle, the best against the best.

"Sen, kill him," Coach DaDaHao said.

"Yes," Mori replied.

The stadium was completely silent as Aoyama Risa and Daisho Mori walked to the white starting line.

Everyone held their breath.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

The two men stepped forward and drew their swords simultaneously.

Aoyama wields his sword like a swimming dragon, while Mori wields his sword like a thunderbolt.

boom--!
It's no longer a direct clash, but a relentless bombardment.

Instead of wielding bamboo swords, the two men were swinging iron rods and hammers, smashing a sculpture.

But every strike was caught by the opponent, which is why the bombardment in front of us was not violence, but martial arts.

This is a contest of strength, speed, and reaction.

If you fall behind even slightly in any area, you'll be eliminated!

Applause erupted inside the stadium.

Mori's eyes were both cold and crazed. He glanced at Aoyama Osamu, and his madness intensified.

Just as a bowstring drawn tighter makes an arrow more lethal, his madness amplified his power.

boom--!
The two bamboo swords bounced off, only to be pulled back.

boom--!
The bamboo swords sprang up simultaneously, like two dragons trying to break free from their hands.

Let's get back to the point.

boom! ! !
In the audience, everyone gasped and stood up. The violent impact made people worry that the bamboo sword might shatter.

The two distanced themselves, ignoring the bamboo sword, their eyes fixed on their opponent.

Like two lone wolves facing off.

"Ah!!!" General Mori roared, as if shouting 'Come on!'
The two pushed off the ground and charged forward. The bamboo swords that had been as fierce as thunder were now as thin as threads and as fast as light.

The two moved as fast as bullets, sometimes twisting in unison, sometimes facing off and intersecting, biting each other like Tai Chi.

They suddenly collided with each other at the same time.

The unparalleled attack was simultaneously neutralized, and the sword tips pointed into the air, like two snakes intertwined—the sword blades pushed against each other!
The two young swordsmen stared at each other through their face shields.

"I'm the only one qualified to climb up!" Mori growled.

"Kill me first, then we'll talk!" Aoyama Risa said forcefully.

The two separated.

"Noodles!!" General Mori roared.

Thud! The bamboo sword in his hand, like a black cannon muzzle, was pointed at Aoyama Rin.

--fry!!
Sweat dripped down his back, his chest rose and fell slowly, and he could even see every dent on the opponent's bamboo sword.

A surreal experience, terrifying dynamic vision.

—I also have reasons why I must win!

Aoyama Ryo saw through all of the other party's movements and went to meet him.

boom!boom!
The two stumbled and retreated simultaneously.

This guy!
Aoyama Osamu and Mori Taisho looked at each other, a chill running down their spines.

In almost no time, both of them saw through each other's moves.

Mori Daisho also has eyes that can slow down time!
"I never expected that besides the Sword King and me, there would be someone else who could do it," General Mori murmured.

"You guys." Aoyama Ryo had suffered a lot, and with a great deal of luck, he finally acquired the [Talent: Slow Motion].

But these two were born that way.

"You think you're invincible just because you can see the opponent's movements?" General Mori sneered.

He suppressed all his madness and calmly gained the upper hand.

Most importantly, there's a price to pay for using one's [talent], but what about them? Aoyama Risa gripped his bamboo sword tightly.

There was a sense of tension, like facing the shadowy figure of the system.

We really will lose.

Mori suddenly made his move, like a monster from the abyss that had finally crawled out.

The battered bamboo sword, under his control, transformed into streaks of sharp white energy, resembling sword qi.

Aoyama Ryo was at a disadvantage.

"Hands!" General Mori roared.

The sword traced an incredible trajectory, pointing towards Aoyama Risa's wrist.

The almost real stinging pain—the powerful nerves honed from fighting the shadowy figure—madly reminded Aoyama Risa, and at the last moment, he barely managed to avoid it.

boom!
The blow missed its target, instead striking the arm that was unprotected.

"Ah!" came a gasp from the crowd.

The pain, which penetrated to the bone, felt both familiar and strange to Aoyama Rin.

Without a doubt, he was indeed struck; if it had been a real sword, that strike would have severed his arm.

"They should have just said they'd withdrawn from the competition!" one spectator exclaimed.

"Now he's not only injured, but his undefeated record is also about to end," one spectator said.

"I wonder how badly you're injured?"

"Sen! Sen! Sen!" DaDaHao's support group cheered.

Mori Taisho didn't stop for a moment, giving Aoyama Risa no chance to catch his breath. He followed up and slashed with his sword.

He was calm, but his power was even greater than in their previous clashes!

Aoyama Risa didn't care about the pain, but the initiative had been lost, and he could only retreat step by step.

He was about to be forced out of the ring!
"elder brother!"

"Qingshan!"

When Mori suddenly stopped, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Aoyama Riki instinctively felt like he was about to explode, reminding him that a crisis was about to occur.

The next moment, as if the scene had been fast-forwarded, Mori Daisho suddenly appeared in front of him.

The bamboo sword looked somewhat distorted because it was so close.

Are we going to lose?

It's okay, best of three, this is only the first game.

But if they can't win the first game, how can they win the second?

We can't lose! We absolutely can't lose!
Could he possibly participate in the inter-school competition like Jun Aizawa?

DaDaHao's general is talented, but he has something even stronger than [Talent: Slow Motion].

—Green Mountain!

Aoyama Riki raised his sword to meet him.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Dreams—no, they're not that grand; love, it really does only have meaning if you achieve it yourself.

He parried, found an opportunity, and forcefully pulled himself back from the edge of the ring to the center.

Like a stranded dragon, it used the force of the shore that was trying to kill it to break out of the shallows and return to the sea.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!" General Mori turned and slashed.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!" Aoyama Risa slashed back.

A double strike, small hand and face—the same move is used simultaneously. Thump!
The two retreated, both hitting each other.

As his body was impacted and he was pushed back, Aoyama Risa pushed off the ground with his right foot, using brute force to propel his body forward again.

"Card!"

"Card!"

The two used the same move again.

boom! !

This time, neither of them could withstand the impact, and they stumbled backward, almost falling off the ring.

The audience gasped in surprise.

After I regained my balance, I felt a sharp, excruciating pain in my lower back, as if my leg was being broken.

It's not over yet!
This little pain is nothing!
Da Dahao's general leaped up.

"noodle!!"

Jumping surface.

The moment his feet left the ground, he regretted it. That guy, Aoyama, was even calmer than him when faced with pain.

"Card!"

He's attacking!
DaDaHao's general did not hesitate to use the highest-level dynamic vision.

at the same time.

--fry!

For a moment, almost to the point of stillness, the two stared at each other.

Mori Daisho gritted his teeth, panting heavily, his expression contorted.

boom!
"Score!"

"Red wins!"

Aoyama Risa was panting heavily, overwhelmed by exhaustion and pain in his wrists and chest, making him feel as if he were deep underwater. With the helmet on, the cheers around him were muffled.

More and more people are calling out "Qingshan! Qingshan!"

"It's only the first game, there's still a chance! Daiki, you guys are invincible! Keep it up!" Daiki's support team in Fukuoka was not discouraged.

"Go DaDaHao!!"

"Go Aoyama-kun!!!" Amakusa Sawa's voice was melodious and clear, reaching Aoyama Riki's ears clearly.

"Go for it, brother!!" In contrast, Ono Mizuki, who was giving it her all, sounded so cute that her voice was indistinct.

Aoyama stretched his body, feeling as if the cheers could truly transform into power, and his fighting spirit was reignited.

So what if I only have a third of my energy left!
He wants to win, and if he wants to win, he shouldn't care about the effort, the pain, or whether he gets cut!
"The presiding judge is taking this seriously too," one audience member remarked.

On the judges' table, a group of elderly men and strong men with 7th or 8th dan in Kendo, some with their arms crossed and others exchanging whispers, were all focused on the competition.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

The two sides confront each other.

The general of Dai-Da-Hao did not see smugness in Aoyama Ryo's eyes, nor did Aoyama Ryo see fear in his opponent's eyes.

Without even the most basic mindset, how could you have gotten this far? And how will you face the countless sorrows to come (that's for sure)?

come on!

Aoyama pushed off the ground with his heel, creating a small shockwave, forming concentric circles.

The immense power gathered from the ground propelled his body forward like lightning.

At the same time, DaDaHao's general also rushed up.

The two collided, voluntarily walking towards the brink of death.

Dodge, parry, deflect, dodge!
Use the momentum, knock it down, deflect it, and then evade!

"Throat score!"

"Red wins!"

"The victory is decided!"

He couldn't hear the cheers and congratulations until he walked out of the stadium and was scorched by the sun, when he finally heard the cicadas chirping like rain.

Won.

Because Aoyama Rina was injured and looked very tired, and tomorrow is the final, the Ono sisters, the Sunny Day Band, Amakusa Sae and the others did not go out to play.

I accompanied him back to the hotel.

"Brother, would you like to eat something?" Ono Mizuki asked.

"No need, I'll go practice in the kendo room for a while." As I walked back, my energy gradually returned.

In the period after the competition, he was too exhausted to remember anything about what happened or what people said to him.

"Aren't you going to rest?" Ono Mizuki asked.

"How are you feeling?" Ono Mika looked him over.

"It's nothing," Aoyama Risa said with a smile. His injury had been treated by the match doctor and was no longer a problem.

He went into the kendo room and sat cross-legged.

Today's victory over Fukuoka Daisuke had an element of luck. In both of his battles against Daisuke, although he won both, the situations were always 'it was entirely possible for the opponent to win'.

Evenly matched.

With this kind of strength, can they beat Kyushu Academy tomorrow?
Kyushu Academy's strength was not as good as DaDaHao in previous years. This year, they produced a Sword King, but the outside world's view of them is that they have a high chance of winning the championship, but not that they are guaranteed to win.

So, whether we can win tomorrow or not will most likely depend on luck, just like today.

It depends on luck.
--system

The panel pops up.

Aoyama Ryou looked at the [Cooking Skill C] rating. Upgrading from 'D' to 'C' grants one chance to win a prize.

As the holder of the system, how can my trump cards be the same as those of the natives!
—System, I don't need you at crucial moments, but you'd be the best person to do the cheering!

--lottery!
[Start the lottery.]

Time stops, time stops, time stops

[Talent Acquired: Slow]

--oh!

It sounds like it's the same type as [slow motion], slowing down the opponent? Maybe it can help in tomorrow's battle.

Check out the detailed introduction.

[Talent: Slow]

[Effect: Slows down physical aging, making fifty look like thirty, sixty like thirty-five, sixty-five like forty, seventy like forty-five, seventy-five like fifty, eighty like fifty-five, eighty-five like sixty, ninety like sixty-five, ninety-five like seventy, and one hundred like seventy-five.]

Regardless of whether it helps in the battle.

—System, you look down on me? What about after I turn a hundred!
The system did not respond.

Oh well, it doesn't matter if I don't live to 101. It won't help me in tomorrow's battle.

Deliberation wouldn't change the outcome of the lottery, so Aoyama Risa was too lazy to improve his other 'special skills' in exchange for lottery eligibility.

Putting aside whether I can draw it, the first problem I need to solve is: what special skill can guarantee a level increase tonight?

Aoyama Risa drew his sword and stood up, ready to begin training.

"Knock knock~" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Who?
The suite only had female companions, but they generally wouldn't bother him when he said he needed to practice.

Are you worried about his health?

Aoyama Riki opened the door and saw Amayu Elsa, as well as the rest of the women's kendo club, including Higashiura Kana.

"Aoyama-kun, can you give us special training for tomorrow's match?" Tenyu Elsa asked.

Aoyama Risa looked at Higashiura Kana: "Are you guys here to join in the fun?"

"How rude of you, Aoyama-kun!" Higashiura Kana said to Aoyama Osamu with dissatisfaction, as if the system had said that he couldn't live to be 101.

"We're willing to endure hardship for the championship! Of course, only tonight!" she said.

"Will I bother you?" Elsa Tenyu asked, her beautiful and innocent face turned towards Aoyama Rin.

“No.” Aoyama Risa stepped aside. “Come in.”

"It won't hurt, will it?"

"It hurts so much!"

"Eh?"

“You can still turn back, but once you’re inside, you won’t be allowed to come out until Aoyama-kun is satisfied,” said Higashiura Kana.

"Think it through," Aoyama reminded them.

The kendo girl gritted her teeth and walked in.

Aoyama Risa slowly closed the door.

There is a learning method that advocates learning by teaching others, and guiding them will not interfere with Aoyama Rin's training.

Furthermore, can the rating of "Teacher's Way E" be improved?

Two hours later, the girl was lying or crawling on the ground, scattered haphazardly.

【Evaluation Improvement】

[Teacher's Way: E→D]

[Special skill upgraded, reward received, claim now?]

(End of this chapter)