Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

I've got one.

One point, with little controversy.

auditorium.

Kai Uesugi could understand it, and so could Shio Uesugi sitting next to him.

A typical killing technique, it involves a strong offensive that makes it impossible for the opponent to maintain a definite direction with their blade. This throws the opponent off balance, allowing the attacker to focus on their own defenses. Then, the attacker applies pressure again, breaks through the opponent's technique, finds an opening, and scores a point with a single strike.

“They all came from county-level competitions, so we should be careful.” Uesugi Shio looked at the young people in the competition area.

"Still getting into the zone, huh?" Uesugi Kai also turned his gaze to the court.

Uesugi Shio said, "Next time, that person will be on guard, and Uncle will have to think of another way to attack."

One book finished.

The young man and the middle-aged man stepped back again, bowed, and the referee signaled that the game should resume.

This time.

Almost instantly, before the referee's voice had even finished, the young man leaned forward.

Stabbing.

It was a risky but unexpected move.

Just as the sword was about to strike the opponent's throat, the man suddenly raised his knife to defend, deflecting the attack. The tip of the sword flew past his shoulder, and the man successfully blocked the blow.

The older man resisted the attack and pushed back, causing their bamboo swords to collide.

In the next few seconds of clashing bamboo swords, they were almost testing each other, but ultimately failed to find an opportunity to strike.

The referee signaled for the two to separate.

Uesugi Shio: "The outcome will be decided in the next round."

......

The two men assumed their stances and faced off once more.

The two men extended their swords, waving them back and forth in a probing motion.

The man reacted swiftly, attacking his opponent's wrist as the knife tip swung upwards.

Another point.

Seeing the referee lower the flag, Uesugi Shio said slowly, "There is a difference in experience. Actually, that person from Chiba Prefecture is not bad."

Perhaps it was as if her words had been proven true, as the older man won this forward match with an absolute advantage of 3 to 0.

......

The order in which the two teams compete is determined before the start of the match.

Next up is the middle guard versus the vice-general.

The Chiba Prefecture team was clearly outmaneuvered by the Tochigi Prefecture men and lost another game.

They've lost two games; one more loss and they'll be in the loser's bracket.

Unfortunately, they fielded a second striker in the third set.

Meanwhile, in Tochigi Prefecture, the third bureau assigned a general.

Unfortunately, they were defeated again and were eliminated.

The audience members in the stands all remembered this scene.

Uesugi Shio looked at Uesugi Kai: "So, the order of appearance in team matches is also very important. Winning one match is an advantage, but the rest is a game of strategy. Chiba Prefecture's champion is clearly no less than any of the opponents, but he lost before he even played. Information about the opponents' strength is crucial."

Uesugi Kai asked, "Back in Kyoto, was it this kind of strategy that caused you to lose?"

"Yes, let's learn from this."

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Kai Uesugi left before the match ended.

I thought he would have a match today, but I didn't expect him to be drawn into Group C. They won't have a match until tomorrow afternoon.

He specifically looked at the match information on the lineup.

The Shinto-style Shinto Dojo faced off against the Heartless Dojo of the Unique One-Sword Style.

Kasumi Shinto flow.

Kai Uesugi did some research and watched a few videos of this style online.

He noticed that most of them started in an upper stance, and their attack methods were a bit strange. Some swung straight, while others suddenly turned down and attacked diagonally from below.

The person demonstrating in the video is a man with gray hair.

The movements were steady, but slow; it's probably just a demonstration video.

In terms of strength, my father-in-law was the strongest at that age, possessing both experience and physical prowess.

Young people rarely beat people his age.

Kai Uesugi gradually understood why the two reporters were so surprised to hear that he was only 18 years old.

Because in the world of kendo, he is still considered a high school student.

###Chapter 351 Filling the Temperature###

The sun sets in the west.

Every time I stand inside the tram, listening to the slow, sluggish sound of the tram and gazing at the golden sunset clouds in the distance, I feel a sense of loneliness.

This is probably due to the influence of various films and television shows I've been exposed to since childhood—when I see dusk, I truly feel the presence of dusk.

The shadow behind him seemed to see through his heart and kept changing in solitude.

Uesugi Kai wanted to understand where this emotion came from. Her mind began to ponder, the light inside the carriage began to change, and the tram whistled. It wasn't until the tram stopped that Uesugi Kai saw the crowd of people waiting for the tram outside the window, and she finally understood what this loneliness in her heart truly longed for.

The tram stopped here and opened its doors, and sunlight streamed obliquely through the windows onto us.

He gripped the handrail and turned his head to look at the warm light beside him.

Whether it was real or not, Hanamaru Hanabi appeared before my eyes with a calm and serene demeanor.

She was wearing her high school uniform. When I stood next to her, she was usually the one who initiated the conversation.

She forgot her favorite hair clip in the morning, someone made her laugh while she was learning Mandarin, and she found the money she dropped at noon while sweeping the floor... These are all trivial little things, but she keeps talking to herself about these everyday things, intentionally or unintentionally.

Every time she tried to strike up a conversation with him, she would become shy, speak softly, and feel embarrassed.

Kai Uesugi looked at the light beside him, suddenly laughed, and then looked up at the window again.

The setting sun over Tokyo, heading west, was warmer than it had been just moments before.

Someone on the tram saw his smile and wondered what he was smiling at.

All Uesugi Kai could tell them was that it was wonderful.

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"Five croquettes, that'll cost you 800 yen."

"Welcome to visit us again."

......

Kai Uesugi walked along the street, crossed the overpass, and returned home.

"I am back."

......

The air was silent for a few seconds, with no response.

In this situation, Aiyi would usually be the first to run out and ask her brother if he brought a cake today.

There's been no movement, so they probably haven't gone home yet.

After putting down the plastic bag, Uesugi Kai returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. The softness of the bed and the lingering fragrance of Hanabi made her relax and feel at ease.

He looked around and saw painting tools on the worktable, a landscape painting hanging on the easel, and paints neatly stored in a box below.

She has to go back and forth to deal with the sewage before and after each painting session, which seems quite impressive.

There isn't a separate studio for Huahuo in this building. While illustrations can be done on the computer, oil paintings, watercolors, and the like, she can only do them on the balcony.

In the sweltering summer, delicate skin attracts no shortage of mosquitoes.

Kai Uesugi noticed a mess of white A4 papers piled on Hanabi's workbench. Knowing that she usually used them for drafts, he got up to tidy them up a bit for her.

"What is this drawing?" Uesugi Kai flipped through the drafts in front of him.

Some are just simple lines, and it's impossible to tell what they're depicting.

Some are many lines scattered and intertwined, but you can clearly see the outline of the elbow.

Then there were drafts of faces, hands, noses, eyes, etc. Some were already more than half completed, but were still discarded in this pile of papers.

Uesugi Kai thought those drawings were perfectly fine. To others, reaching that level would be considered incredibly lucky, but she simply threw them into the scrap paper pile.

This is perhaps the realm of a true master.

As she flipped through the photos, Uesugi Kai deliberately spent several extra seconds admiring the lines of some of the girls' feet.

I have to say, it's quite arousing.

Just seeing these pencil sketches gives one a sense of delicate beauty, like holding them in the palm of your hand.

No, the more I look at it, the worse it gets.

Uesugi Kai quickly moved these things out of his sight.

However, as soon as he moved it aside, he saw the diary at the very bottom.

Hanabi Hanamaru usually locks her diary so it's not visible.

This is a new book; I haven't even started writing it yet.

There seemed to be a few sheets of draft paper tucked inside.