Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 604 Flaws Everywhere
The wooden protective gear clashed and rubbed against each other, the sound coming from behind the mesh mask.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked over and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the words "Hattori" hanging from the man's crotch.

"Hattori, you've finally shown up. The match is about to begin, and we absolutely cannot lose. This is crucial for our future outstanding kendo students to choose between Izumi Shin High School in Kyoto and our Kaikata High School in Osaka."

Kendo is a sophisticated sport and social activity in Japan. Most Kendo players are not short of money, so when choosing a school, they pay more attention to which school has the best Kendo instruction.

This match is essentially a contest between two high schools to see who can attract more students with kendo talent and who will have more say in kendo over the next year.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

The match began with the sound of the whistle.

The two famous detectives also engage in a contest of detective skills in the second building.

Soon, Quanxin High School and Gaifang High School reached a 1-1 tie.

Not only are Okita Souji and Hattori Heiji of similar strength, but the overall strength of the kendo clubs is also about the same.

So, the next game is the most important one, the final one.

The most exciting and anticipated match is about to begin.

On the left is Okita Souji from Izumi High School, whose kendo is unmatched among Kyoto high school students.

He became the focus of the entire audience as soon as he stepped onto the stage, with cheers and applause rising and falling.

On the right is Hattori Heiji, the top player in high school kendo, who possesses dual talents in kendo and detective work!
Like Okita Souji, they did not appear in the preliminary rounds, but waited until the finals to show up, which completely whetted everyone's appetite.

Inside the stadium stands, the stands chanted their names in a noisy yet unified manner, bringing the atmosphere to its peak.

Seeing this, the college students all sighed.

These are contestants who possess both popularity and skill; it's unknown whether they will become my juniors in the future.

"Heiji, go for it! Take down Okita Souji!"

On the viewing platform, Kazuha Toyama waved her arms vigorously, while Ran and the others next to her hung their heads, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"So unlucky!"

Ai Haibara lowered the brim of her hat, feeling speechless and helpless.

Anya's little eyes darted around.

Others might not know who Heiji Hattori is on stage, but she knows that he is her father!
My father is having a match with a high school kendo prodigy; I wonder if he'll win easily.

Yes, it's just a matter of whether it's easy or not.

Because this formidable father, except in front of Aunt Joel, seems to have never lost.

As for the battle with Gin, there was no result, so that doesn't count; at most, it was just a draw.

On the stage, the two men held wooden swords in both hands, pointing them at each other at a 45-degree angle.

"Uh?"

Hattori Shizuka suddenly paused, as if she had noticed something.

"What's wrong?"

Yuanshan and Ye asked, puzzled.

"No, it just feels a little strange."

Hattori Shizuka certainly noticed the problem, but the clothes and the color of the skin on his wrists seemed to prove that he was her son.

However, his own son's posture seemed a little different this time.

Hattori Shizuka, as a mother, noticed something, and Okita Souji, who had fought with her many times, naturally couldn't be completely oblivious.

"Your aura is different. Who are you?"

The wooden swords clashed, producing a crisp, resounding clang that echoed throughout the venue.

The two were almost touching, and Okita Souji asked again in confusion, "You're not Hattori Heiji, who are you?"

The difference in the force transmitted through his hands was huge, and he couldn't feel the unique swordsmanship aura that belonged only to Hattori Heiji.

He's a very strange person.

"If you win, I'll tell you; if you lose, how about you do me a favor?"

"It sounds like you're at a disadvantage no matter how you look at it."

Okita Souji smiled, then suddenly gritted his teeth, the veins on his arms bulging as he strained his hands, trying to overpower his opponent. The wooden swords clashed, sliding from the middle to the front, making it easier for Okita Souji to apply force, but he didn't feel any relief.

Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his hand as the wooden sword was pushed back, the back of the blade striking his shoulder.

"So strong."

Such power and explosiveness are amazing.

The audience booed loudly.

Why did Hattori Heiji suddenly become stronger today, even suppressing Okita Souji in terms of strength, when they were originally thought to be evenly matched?

There were no sword techniques to be seen; their first clash was simply a matter of overwhelming strength.

Okita Souji fell silent, his eyes behind his protective gear blazing with a brilliant light, his fighting spirit surging like a tidal wave.

"Great, let's do it again!"

When facing someone stronger than himself, Okita Souji naturally wouldn't confront them head-on. Instead, he quickened his pace, wielding his wooden sword and circling around his opponent, searching for any possible openings.

"Flaws, flaws everywhere."

Most of the spectators who came to watch the competition had some understanding of Kendo.

Heiji Hattori stood still, as casually as a defenseless rabbit.

No matter the angle, it can be called a flaw.

Even Hattori Shizuka frowned.

She has confirmed that this person is not her son, but probably an accomplice he hired. Heiji may be solving the case now.

Even if they are just helping out, shouldn't they be treated this way?

What are you keeping us in suspense for?
Okita Souji suddenly stopped, then charged forward with his toes touching the ground.

The location he chose was not actually the biggest flaw.

But he knew that the person opposite him couldn't possibly have such a big flaw; it was very likely that they were deliberately trying to lure him in.

Therefore, a compromise was chosen.

That's right!

Seeing that the other person's gaze was not on him, Okita Souji unconsciously revealed a confident smile.

The audience on stage stared wide-eyed at the sight, and some even stood up.

"Heiji Hattori is finished!"

"You're finished!"

Okita Souji's thoughts are exactly the same as the audience's; as someone who experienced it firsthand, he has more say.

Given my current speed and angle, even if the other party notices, it will be too late to dodge.

"Heiji!"

Unable to tell that their childhood sweetheart wasn't actually childhood sweetheart, Toyama Kazuha stood up excitedly.

"clatter--"

The crisp sound of wooden swords clashing echoed throughout the venue.

Okita Souji's smile froze on his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How can this be!"

He couldn't quite understand why the wooden sword had suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked his attacks.

When did it appear?

Okita Souji stared in horror at the other wooden sword that was blocking his own.

It was seen slung diagonally over the other person's shoulder, using its arm for support and its palm for stability, firmly blocking the attack while the person turned and smiled at it.

He saw Hattori Heiji's face through the gap in the mask, but it was impossible; this person was definitely not him.

He also noticed the height.

The person in front of him was a bit taller than Hattori Heiji.

(End of this chapter)