Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 241 Stupid

On the evening of the 27th, Higashiura Kana actually invited Aizawa Jun.

At first, he mistakenly thought it was just her and Elsa, and in order not to be looked down upon, he gritted his teeth and prepared to agree.

But then Higashiura Kana said, "Yu-chan and the others are going too, I definitely have to take pictures of them crying!"

[Jun Aizawa: There's someone else?]

[Kana Higashiura: Yeah! The entire girls' team is on the move! Not a single one is allowed to be left behind! You're all going to suffer!]

[Jun Aizawa: Then I think I won't go, it's all girls.]

[Kana Higashiura: What does this have to do with anything?]

[Jun Aizawa: Never mind, I'll train with everyone. Good luck, everyone.]

[Kana Higashiura: Okay.]

[Jun Aizawa: Remember to send me the photos of you crying!]

[Kana Higashiura: That won't do! A girl's private photos!]

Jun Aizawa knew very well that the reason he didn't go wasn't because they were all girls; he was just afraid of getting hurt.

Standing on the field now, holding a bamboo sword and facing the enemy, I feel immense regret.

Why didn't I go yesterday?!
Although I'm only sixteen or seventeen, the same thing has happened countless times. I always regret it afterwards because I didn't work hard and wasn't willing to endure hardship.

this is the last time!
If fate allows him to get even one point by chance, he will never procrastinate again!
Jun Aizawa believes that as long as he overcomes procrastination, his future will be even brighter!
Oh God, give me a chance! If I get just one point, I will not only overcome my procrastination, but I will also confess my love to Higashiura Kana!

"The victory is decided!"

"White wins!"

Jun Aizawa walked back, and Kaimei took his place, entering the arena with a bamboo sword.

"Qingshan, are you free after today?" he asked dejectedly.

"No, I'm just planning to go on a trip. What's wrong?" Aoyama asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's okay if I'm busy."

"Don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need anything." Aoyama Ryo was happy to assist.

Just like the song says, "There are happy people everywhere in the world, why can't I be one of them?" He doesn't have great abilities, but the people around him need help. With the system in hand, how can he not lend a hand?

Before his memory returned, Jun Aizawa was already his friend.

“It’s really nothing,” Jun Aizawa said.

He shouldn't bother the whole family on vacation! I'd better work hard myself!

"Do we need painless training methods that aren't as effective?"

"Huh?" Jun Aizawa looked at Osamu Aoyama. "Really? Didn't you say no before?"

"The results were very poor."

"It's okay! Are you free during summer vacation? Please, Aoyama-nii, take a moment out of your busy schedule to give me some guidance!" There are many people, otherwise Aizawa Jun would dogezu (a traditional Chinese kowtow).

"I'll try to find time before the inter-school competition," said Aoyama Risa.

With [Teacher's Way D] and [Kendo B], that should be enough to instruct Aizawa Jun.

However, there is something even more important to explain.

"Don't call me Brother Aoyama. Only Mizuki can call me Brother."

"Okay, you're a siscon!"

Aoyama did not respond.

He's not a sister-complex person, so it doesn't bother him. But if someone says he's a sister-complex person, he'll say things like, "It just so happens that the person I like is my sister," or "Love doesn't discriminate between siblings."

"The victory is decided!"

"White wins!"

Kaiming's second forward was substituted off, and Kaiming's center forward came on.

The enlightened vice admiral, Kinoshita, stood up and, before warming up, said to Aoyama Risa with trembling hands, "Aoyama-kun, I might not make it either. I'm counting on you!"

“Minister, with me here, go ahead and fight!” Aoyama said.

"it is good!"

The open-minded center forward held out a little longer, but was still defeated by Kyushu's forward.

"It's completely unacceptable," one audience member remarked.

"How did a team like this make it to the finals?" a new viewer asked, puzzled.

"Look, their general is all thanks to him," someone pointed out.

Jun Aizawa and his team felt ashamed as they listened. Out of nine matches, they gradually became ineffective after the third match.

"sorry."

They looked at Aoyama Ryo in surprise.

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be subjected to such treatment,” Aoyama Ryou said in a low voice.

"No, no, no, no!" Kaiming Cifeng hurriedly waved his hand.

"What are you talking about!" Jun Aizawa exclaimed, equally bewildered. "It's just being talked about, how can that be compared to being the champion!"

“That’s right, there are also bonuses and nomination slots!” Kaiming Cifeng said.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Of course it's okay!"

That put Aoyama Risa at ease.

His biggest worry was that his participation in the competition would cause trouble for the kendo club.

In retrospect, the bonuses and referral slots seem more tempting than the trouble they bring.

—To completely make up for the guilt in my heart, let's win the championship!

Aoyama Risa constantly adds weight to his own efforts and increases his desire for the championship, which also increases his fighting power.

Just look at the change in Goku's fighting power after Krillin's death to understand this principle—although it's a manga, everyone thinks it's reasonable. Doesn't this prove that if everyone agrees on their own ideas, it really will affect their fighting power?

"The enlightened deputy general enters the arena."

Department Head Kinoshita took a deep breath.

To be honest, he didn't care at all about the defeats of the forwards, second forwards, and center forwards.

The women's team, consisting of a forward, second forward, center forward, and vice-captain, worked together to defeat the forwards of Lily Academy. The men's team couldn't afford to fall behind.

But he is the most suitable person to do this task!
He has to do it!

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Kyushu's forward lunged forward, while Kinoshita's captain quickly retreated, simultaneously striking the opponent's 'hand'.

Kyushu Vanguard deflected his bamboo sword.

Minister Kinoshita pressed forward, and the two pushed each other like swords.

He managed to neutralize the opponent's initial fierce attack.

The two looked at each other through their face shields.

"I want to try and beat you all by myself!" Kyushu's forward laughed excitedly.

"Dream on!" Kinoshita, the department head, cursed directly. "I'll kill you!"

There's no point in saying more; the main problem is that it would be a foul. Both of you would exert force at the same time to create distance.

The Kyushu vanguard moved swiftly, his attacks fierce and rapid, each strike like a cacophony of cars crashing together.

Minister Kinoshita stood alone in the center of the field; a slight misstep could have resulted in his death.

Suddenly I was distracted.

"Hands!!" the Kyushu forward shouted.

"Snapped!!"

"Score by hand!" All three referees simultaneously raised the white flag.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Minister Kinoshita could sense that, beneath the face shield, Kyushu Forward was smiling at him.

"Kyushu! Kyushu! Kyushu!"

"Forward! Forward! Take them down!"

Captain Kinoshita turned around and walked back to the starting line. He subconsciously looked at the coach, who clenched his fists and cheered him on.

Knowing full well that he can't do anything, why cheer him on? How stupid is that?

Minister Kinoshita stood in front of the starting line and exhaled a breath of hot air.

"start!"

"Aaaaaaah!" Kinoshita rushed forward.

"Bang!" The Kyushu vanguard used his bamboo sword to deflect the force of the sword strike.

As he deflected the bamboo sword, he leaped backward as if weightless, and then struck—

"Face!" Retreat and strike face.

Danger!

In his panic, whether it was following his instincts or acting rashly, Department Head Kinoshita veered to the left.

"Whoosh!" The bamboo sword missed its target, and the strong wind could be heard even through the face shield.

Guess it right!
He was just a hair's breadth away from being quickly captured.

Minister Kinoshita was not afraid.

Now that things have come to this, what's the use of being afraid?

The coach used to play baseball, and the reason he became the advisor for the kendo club was simply because no one else was more suitable than him; none of the other teachers had ever touched stick-shaped sports equipment.

And what about him?
Take Yu Longqi for example. In the first round of their first year of high school, they were eliminated; in the second round, they were eliminated. With such a foolish coach and team composition, what is there to be afraid of?

Kinoshita pounced again, without any defense or consideration for stalling for time.

The unconventional tactics caught the Kyushu forwards off guard, leaving them momentarily flustered.

He felt like he was being bitten by a mad dog.

Minister Kinoshita, in a moment of madness, relentlessly pursued the matter.

"Foul!" the referee suddenly shouted.

The Kyushu forward was startled to realize that he had unknowingly gone out of bounds!
He stared at Minister Kinoshita for a while. The man's current aura was more like that of someone holding a metal baseball bat than a bamboo sword.

"Kinoshita!!" the coach shouted, standing up. "Well done! That's it! Swing with all your might!"

Some audience members laughed.

"How come he's just like the baseball coach at Koshien Stadium?" a baseball enthusiast remarked.

"Kinoshita, Kinoshita, Kinoshita!!" the men shouted in unison.

Aoyama Ryū didn't.

"Kinoshita-senpai, do your best!" He swung his sword, trying to warm up.

Enlightened Vice-General and Kyushu Vanguard return to the starting line.

The enlightened coach clenched his hands, but still couldn't stop his body from trembling.

"Don't give him a chance!" Coach Kyushu roared.

The game continues.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As if only one of them could leave the ring alive, the two roared like madmen.

The bamboo sword in his hand transformed into the fangs and claws of the two beasts, striking their vital points.

Kinoshita's steps were concise, his swordplay fierce, and the bamboo sword in his hand truly gave off the menacing feeling of a metal baseball bat.

Kyushu's forwards were fast and fierce, grazing Kinoshita's vitals several times, and even one referee raised the white flag!
Suddenly, Minister Kinoshita noticed a line.

At that moment, he remembered the silly things his coach often said.

"In baseball, do you really think it's about aiming perfectly before hitting? Actually, it's all about feeling! Training is about developing that feeling, and I believe the same applies to kendo! If you get that feeling right, you'll definitely win!"

Minister Kinoshita raised a bamboo sword.

At the same time, his legs were slightly bent.

As he deflected the opponent's attack with the bamboo sword, he bent his legs and swung backward as if hanging on a rope.

"Card!"

He leaned back, and the bamboo sword in his hand shot out like a hidden weapon from a trap.

"Snapped!"

hit!
Hit?
Never mind! Run!
Minister Kinoshita retreated all the way, as if he wanted to escape from the competition venue.

"Score!" By the time the referee raised the red flag, he had already left the ring boundary.

To maintain one's composure—to avoid being counter-killed—going out of bounds is not considered a foul.

Minister Kinoshita wanted to roar, but etiquette wouldn't allow it, and he gritted his teeth under his face shield.

"Aaaaaah!!" The coach's roar from the sidelines made people worry that he might have suddenly fallen ill or gone mad.

"Minister!!" Jun Aizawa and the others roared furiously.

"Go for it—!!" The female kendo girls in the audience screamed.

Minister Kinoshita returns to the starting line.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

"Aaaaaah!" Kinoshita, the department head, roared in triumph, letting out a thunderous battle cry.

"Aaaaaah!" Kyushu's forward vented his anger.

boom! !

The two bamboo swords clashed violently, not like a battle, but more like a contest of hardness.

Both sides pressed forward simultaneously, their swords clashing against each other.

"You've got some skill!" the Kyushu forward said fiercely.

"Come on! Kill me!" Kinoshita Department Head was now desperate.

The two engaged in a fight that could be described as a 'street brawl,' with ineffective attacks frequently landing on each other.

As time passed, the timekeeper frequently glanced at the timer.

Kyushu's forwards have become more aggressive.

He didn't watch the women's competition in the morning; he simply couldn't bear to be eliminated with a draw.

Minister Kinoshita also faces a choice: whether to stall for time, achieve a draw and drag the other side down with him, or to continue the fight.

"Go, Minister!" Kana Higashiura put her hands to her mouth.

"Hold on!" the kendo girls shouted.

draw?

What a joke!
A man's battle must have a winner and a loser!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Minister Kinoshita and Kyushu Vanguard charged at each other.

"noodle!"

"noodle!"

Both sides simultaneously chose to strike the face, and both bamboo swords hit the other's head.

In Kendo, this is called 'face reading'.

The outcome can be decided in 0.1 seconds, and that 0.1 seconds may require months or even a year of training.

"Score!" That's for sure.

The key is who scores.

The two referees raised the red flag.

"We won!!" The Kaiming Kendo Club stood up and shouted.

"I warmed up too early!" Aoyama Risa laughed.

While not as excited as the crowd, the audience's applause was still quite enthusiastic, and the two fought a very exciting battle.

The usually loud and boisterous baseball coach, however, remained silent, pursing his lips.

He would put his hands on his hips one moment and raise his hands to clap the next, his eyes sparkling as he stared intently at Minister Kinoshita on the field.

"That's great!" Jun Aizawa whispered.

“Yes,” said Aoyama Risa.

Just then, the referee suddenly sent Captain Kinoshita off the field.

"What's wrong?" the crowd asked instinctively, and the audience was also puzzled.

When Minister Kinoshita returned and took off his mask, everyone realized the reason: Kinoshita's face was strangely red, his lips were pale, and the sweat on his face looked like the sweat from a serious illness.

"How are you? Are you alright?" the coach asked him.

He just shook his head blankly.

The coach didn't say much, but simply put his hands on his shoulders and shook him gently but firmly: "Well done!"

Minister Kinoshita snapped out of his daze and tried to say something, but immediately started coughing.

Anyone who saw him would think of one word: near death.

"Brother's going on stage!" Ono Mizuki said nervously. She didn't care about any club president at all, and didn't even know him.

Seeing that Shang Ai was looking into the distance, Miyako Yaeko, who was taking off her sunglasses, smiled and looked at her.

When Aoyama entered the arena, Kinoshita was still speechless, only giving him a light punch in the chest.

"I need to recover quickly before I defeat the Sword King; I don't want to do interviews," said Aoyama Risa.

Kinoshita, the department head, forced a smile through his chapped lips.

Aoyama Risa enters the stage.

The venue quieted down, and he could hear the torrential rain outside, but it must have been a hallucination; the stadium hosted concerts and had excellent soundproofing.

So what kind of rain did he hear?
The referee stands at the apex of the triangle, holding a flag in each hand.

"go ahead!"

The enlightened general and the Kyushu second striker simultaneously stepped into their respective white-line areas and stopped in front of the starting line.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Kyushu Cifeng suddenly felt a chill.

"throat!"

Aoyama Riku moved with the speed of a ghost, his bamboo sword shooting out.

Boom! ! ! !

Kyushu Cifeng staggered five or six steps, but still couldn't steady himself and sat down on the ground with a thud, clutching his throat and gagging.

Aoyama Ri maintained his sanshin.

The venue was deathly silent, as if Aoyama Riki's sword had pierced a hole in the ceiling.

(End of this chapter)