Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 242 Swordsmanship, and the maidens, in countless forms!
Most schools hold an intra-school round-robin tournament when confirming participants.

The stronger the school, the more it emphasizes the principle of "the capable rise to the top." The practice of "the older students rising to the top" like in Kaiming High School's brass band is simply nonexistent in strong schools.

In kendo competitions, Kyushu Academy has always been vying for the top spot with Fukuoka Daiho Hoji, and this is certainly true.

Therefore, unless there are special arrangements, Kyushu's second striker will not be weaker than Kyushu's first striker, even if he is not stronger!
Having defeated three opponents in a row, and even in the end losing, the Kyushu Vanguard left the powerful and enlightened Vice-General exhausted, demonstrating their undeniable strength.

The second-in-command of Kyushu, who was no weaker than him, was killed with a single sword strike.

main idea?

Impossible. Who would be careless towards an enlightened general?
It can only be a difference in strength.

After a brief silence, the audience erupted.

"So strong!!"

"elder brother!!"

"Aoyama-kun!!!"

Finally, everyone's voices merged into one: "Green Mountain! Green Mountain! Green Mountain!"

The Kyushu coach, Kyushu center forward, and Kyushu vice-captain all looked grim.

"Tch, I should have gone first. This kid got all the attention." Sword King didn't care.

Aoyama Risa walked back to the starting line.

The referee confirmed that Kyushu's second striker was not seriously injured before allowing him to continue fighting.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Kyushu's second striker quickly adopted a defensive stance.

Aoyama Risa had already pounced forward, slashing down with his bamboo sword in an absolutely overwhelming manner.

"boom!!!"

With immense force and tremendous impact, Kyushu's second vanguard staggered back.

His body was violently beaten and lost his balance!

How could a bamboo sword possibly do that?!

The power is too strange!

Before he could think it through, Kyushu Cifeng instinctively realized that Aoyama Risa would definitely not let this opportunity pass by, and that making him lose his balance might have been Aoyama Risa's original intention.

Life and death crisis!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Cifeng roared.

He abandoned defense and resolutely swung his sword, risking death for injury.

With a flick of his wrist, Qingshan wielded the bamboo sword as if it were an arm. One moment it was like a heavy axe felling a tree, the next it was like a heron catching fish, skimming across the water, light and sharp, full of killing intent.

"hand!"

"Snapped!"

The two passed each other, and Kyushu's second-in-command quickly turned around, but was frozen in place as if petrified—Aoyama Risa, who was behind him, had already pressed his sword against his throat.

"Score with your hand!"

"Red wins!"

Although it wasn't as shocking as the first time, the first time was too fast and too sudden, far less impressive than this pure technical dominance.

"too strong!!"

"Green Mountain!!!"

"Kyushu! Kyushu! Kyushu!" There were also many viewers supporting Kyushu Academy, especially locals from Fukuoka.

Kyushu Academy and Fukuoka Daiho are both high schools in the Kyushu area. Now that Daiho is dead, all viewers support Kyushu Academy.

Kyushu's second striker never expected to lose so badly.

Before going on the court, he mustered up his energy, hoping to score a point, and even fantasized about defeating Aoyama Osamu.

Kyushu's second striker took a deep breath, dispelling the discouragement after the defeat.

Although he had fantasized about winning, losing to Aoyama Osamu was not something he could hardly accept.

As he passed the incoming center, the Kyushu forward whispered, "Good luck!"

The Kyushu center smiled wryly, but resolutely said, "Let's try to cut him down!"

He came onto the field and stood opposite Aoyama Ryo.

Sure enough, even wearing protective gear, his aura was different from that of ordinary people. He didn't feel this way when he was face to face with the Sword King during training at Kyushu Academy.
Huh?
So, Aoyama's unusual appearance has nothing to do with swordsmanship?
Is it entirely because he's handsome?

hateful!

Damn!

kill!kill!kill!

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Kyushu's center roared.

His teammates were easily taken down, yet he managed to maintain such momentum, which surprised everyone.

The Kyushu coach nodded in agreement.

Regardless of winning or losing, this spirit of not fearing the strong and not being afraid of losing is the true spirit of Kendo.

Aoyama Ryou deflected the attack from Kyushu's center forward, and casually slashed at his face with his bamboo sword.

The Kyushu center forward quickly dodged.

Qingshan Li slowly and deliberately thrust his bamboo sword forward again.

To the center forward of Kyushu, this sword strike was like walking along the road when a bird suddenly swooped down on his head—who could have imagined that?

And the bird even pecked at his eyes with its beak!
terrible!

The Kyushu center forward jumped back immediately, his whole body covered in sweat.

Before he could catch his breath, Aoyama Risa charged forward, his bamboo sword slashing towards his abdomen.

"Card!"

The Kyushu center forward quickly raised his hand to defend.

"hand!"

Aoyama's offensive relentless, like an endless wave, gave Kyushu's center no chance to breathe, suffocating him to death.

Amidst this wave, Kyushu's center forward felt as if he were being haunted by a ghost!
Continuing like this will only lead to death, so we might as well fight!
"Ahhh!" The Kyushu center rushed towards Aoyama Ryou without regard for anything else.

"Hand!" Aoyama Risa stepped forward.

"Snapped!"

"Score by hand! Red wins!"

Despite the loss, the Kyushu center breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay. Just pay attention to the rhythm. As long as you don't get caught up in the opponent's attack rhythm, you'll definitely be fine!
"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

As soon as he got up, the Kyushu center forward found himself swept up in the wave again—no, it was as if he had never been out at all.

Even the best swimmer cannot escape drowning if they are alone in the middle of a vast ocean.

"Score!"

"The victory is decided!"

The center forward is substituted, and the vice-captain is brought on.

Without the Sword King, he would be a general of the Nine Provinces, his strength undeniably formidable.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

"Face!" As fast as a bullet, the Kyushu vice-general wielded his sword with one hand and unleashed a one-handed strike to the face.

Aoyama deflected his bamboo sword and then delivered a 'striking hand'.

The Kyushu vice-general dodged gracefully and retaliated in kind, as if he wanted to cut Aoyama Risa's body in two with a single stroke, using the "Strike the Body" technique.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The bamboo swords lightly struck each other, colliding with one another.

The two men pushed each other with their sword hilts.

By this time, about half a second had passed since the two of them got up.

"Beautiful!" A lone cheer came from the audience, those who had seen it clearly.

"You seem to be in a hurry? Are you worried that the referee will judge you as lacking stamina?" asked the Kyushu vice-general.

“It would take a lot of time to take you all down, isn’t that shameful?” Aoyama said.

The two exerted force simultaneously, widening the distance between them.

"noodle!"

With a flick of his wrist, Aoyama Risa sent the bamboo sword, which had been hovering in the air, soaring like a dragon emerging from the clouds and lunging toward the face of the Kyushu vice-general.

"Card!"

As the deputy general of Kyushu raised his sword, a snake-like creature suddenly darted out of the bushes and bit at Aoyama Risa's side.

The Kyushu vice-general tilted his head back, forcing Aoyama Risa to attack from a greater distance, while his bamboo sword moved even faster.

In the audience, Fiora clenched her fists.

Kana Higashiura had already raised her hand, ready to cover her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

--fry!

"Snap!" Aoyama Risa slapped away the bamboo sword of the Kyushu vice commander.

"Bang!!" He swung his 'Reverse Body' backhand and slashed at the Kyushu general.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided.

"So strong!!" exclaimed a viewer who knew kendo.

The average viewer was completely bewildered; they didn't even realize that Aoyama Ryo had turned the tables, let alone that he was in a difficult situation.

The Kyushu vice commander took a deep breath.

Aoyama Ryou did indeed adopt a quick and decisive strategy to avoid falling into a situation where he had to prove his stamina again. However, he couldn't use his [Talent] again, otherwise, even if he quickly defeated the Kyushu vice-general, he wouldn't have enough energy to deal with the Sword King.

He also silently adjusted his breathing.

Enlightened General vs. Kyushu Vice General, second round.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Without giving Aoyama any time to rest, the deputy general of Kyushu crouched down like a wild beast and pounced.

Not to be outdone, Aoyama Risa swung his sword and struck.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The Kyushu vice-general's offensive was extremely heavy; every time Aoyama Risa parried, it felt like he was lifting weights.

He's wasting his energy!

Aoyama Risa did indeed start sweating.

"Qingshan." The men in the enlightened group gritted their teeth, wishing they could raise their hands and give all their strength to Qingshan.

If it weren't for the rule that 'one is too exhausted to fight,' Aoyama Riki would have engaged in a fierce battle with the Kyushu vice commander without hesitation.

Kendo competitions are physically demanding, but they still can't defeat him.

The key point is that whether you can continue is not just a matter of saying you can, but rather whether the referee thinks you can.

But if a quick victory is possible, even if the athlete is actually exhausted, the referee will probably let them continue.

— Shall we use [Talent]?

Aoyama Ryo was caught in a dilemma.

Even if I quickly defeat the deputy general of Kyushu and the referee allows me to continue, I will be out of energy. How will I deal with the Sword King?

The Sword King also possesses exceptional dynamic vision.

"boom!!"

Another heavy blow, and Aoyama Risa's arm began to go weak.

--sharp!
Aoyama Risa had to admit that without using his [Talent], the Kyushu Vice-General was indeed a troublesome opponent.

He stopped thinking about the Sword King and instead faced his opponent squarely.

With a change in mindset, the sword changed as well—Aoyama Risa's bamboo sword rose like a fierce dragon, slashing fiercely at the Kyushu vice-general.

"boom!!!"

The bamboo sword was about to burst.

The two men stared at each other through their protective shields, their eyes roaring – Come on!!!
The bamboo sword in his hand was like a steel whip, an iron rod, or a metal baseball bat, striking the opponent's head, chest, and throat!

Extremely brutal.

"Gulp!" Some audience members swallowed hard, startled by what they saw.

"boom!!!"

They collided violently, their blades pushing against each other.

"No need for the Sword King, Kyushu can still win the championship!" This time, the Kyushu vice general did not mock the opponent.

"It doesn't matter who comes! I'm going to win!" Aoyama Riki, like a young tiger, was ready to roar through the mountains.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The strong wind generated by the bamboo sword made the referee's eyes uncomfortable, but he dared not close them.

Humans have their limits, and the Kyushu vice-general is human, so naturally he also has his limits.

As for Aoyama Ryo, one can only say that he is still human at present, but just from the word "at present," one can see that he is different.

He doesn't feel pain.

No, it should be said that he is not afraid of pain.

Aoyama Risa gave it his all, using his full strength in every collision.

Two minutes later.

The bamboo sword of the Kyushu vice-general flew high into the air, spun in the air, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"The victory is decided!"

A round of applause erupted.

Some male audience members stood up, their faces flushed, and clapped enthusiastically, thoroughly enjoying the performance.

"That was fantastic!"

"It's very exciting! But with such an intense battle, can Aoyama continue?"

"No way? We've fought our way this far!"

Everyone looked at the arena, and unlike the previous matches, the referee was indeed checking Aoyama Risa's condition.

"Coach, can Aoyama continue?" Jun Aizawa asked worriedly.

The coach stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the field, his face flushed with anxiety.

"It's hard to say," he said. "In baseball, continuous pitching is prohibited to prevent pitchers from getting injured; in kendo, Aoyama-kun might be forced to leave the field to protect the player's arm."

"Then, what should we do?" Jun Aizawa looked into the arena.

In the stands.

"Sister, what do you think will happen?" Ono Mizuki asked worriedly.

"It's alright." Ono Mika didn't seem worried at all. "I hope the referee is fair. If he can continue, let him continue; if not, let him leave the field so he doesn't get injured."

She looked at Ono Mika.

"Aren't you worried about having regrets?" she asked.

Ono Mika gently shook her head: "Nothing is more important than health."

Ai understood a little about why Aoyama Ryo liked her.

In Ono Mika's view, grades, honors, and even appearance and ability are not as important as Aoyama Osamu himself.

She doesn't care about looks, but she values ​​character.

Even if Aoyama Osamu is a bad person, it doesn't stop Ono Mika from standing with him, no matter how much she cares.

She had a pure and simple affection for Aoyama Osamu.

"We've come this far, it would be such a waste not to continue. It's okay even if we lose," said Mizuki Ono.

Ono Mizuki's feelings for Aoyama Osamu stemmed from a desire for everything to go his way and for all things to be in his favor.

Seeing Ai looking at Miyako Yaeko, what was this woman doing to Aoyama Ryou?
Holding a camera, she looked like a mother attending her baby's activity, eager to witness every detail.
Seeing that Shang Ai looked away, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the others.

Amakusa Sawa prayed silently, like Aoyama Osamu's girlfriend;
The others were worried that Elsa Tenyu was different from everyone else.

"Elsa, do you think Aoyama-kun can continue?" Higashiura Kana asked.

“Yes,” Elsa Tenyu replied.

It's not about gaining confidence through language, but rather about being confident in the first place, which is why I say these things.

Seeing that Ai had turned her gaze back to the arena, she wondered what her feelings were for Aoyama Ryou.

Unfortunately, those involved are often blinded by their own perspectives, and she herself was unaware of the situation.

"Mr. Aoyama, you gave it your all yesterday," the referee said.

It means that after two consecutive days, you must be tired and can rest.

"Referee, please give me a chance. I can prove myself." Aoyama bowed.

The referee and his two assistant referees exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

"call!!"

Before the referee could react, Aoyama Risa's bamboo sword, accompanied by a strong whistling sound, pierced towards his brow.

Everyone was startled and gasped. They couldn't hear the conversation and assumed that Aoyama was dissatisfied with the referee's decision.

Aoyama stopped, his forehead only a finger's width away from the referee's.

The sword, which was moving so fast, suddenly came to a steady stop.

From the hilt to the tip, there was not a tremor; everything was under Aoyama Risa's control.

The force penetrated the sword!
"Clap clap clap!" A serious-looking middle-aged man clapped his hands in the presiding judge's seat.

Aoyama Risa sheathed his bamboo sword, took three steps back, and bowed to the referee.

“Continue!” the referee said.

"what's up?"

"do not know."

"Who cares? Who do you think will win?"

"Sword King!"

"Qingshan!"

"Green Mountain! Green Mountain! Green Mountain!"

"Sword King! Sword King! Sword King!"

Before the game even started, the audience was already cheering loudly.

Before the start of the battle, Aoyama Risa confronted the Sword King.

"Start!" the referee said, then quickly stepped back, not wanting to miss a single moment of the match.

Squat down, then stand up.

Charge toward the other side.

The two were so fast that they could be described as 'flying'!
And it's getting faster.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The smooth floor, like a body of water, reflected the two figures clashing in mid-air, and a reporter from a kendo magazine excitedly captured the moment.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two were as fast as spinning tops, as fast as spinning tops in defense, and as fast as spinning tops in offense. They had no blind spots and their entire bodies were sharp blades.

Although it was a bamboo sword, everyone seemed to see sparks flying everywhere.

(End of this chapter)