I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"No way, Editor-in-Chief Shikijima, you're driving a Mazda and you're stuck in traffic?"

"When we arrive at the Gion Festival in Kyoto, there are a lot of tourists. You know that."

The sports reporter Shijima, who secretly called the big devil yesterday, waved his hand in disapproval of his friend's teasing and said impatiently:

"Which shooting range is Uchiha Ming's match taking place at? It hasn't ended yet, has it?"

The pace of the Kyudo competition was quite tight, and the champion of the Tokyo Kyudo Federation team competition was decided in just one day.

Meiji University, which was originally a favorite, was eliminated in the second round because of its poor condition due to its distraction. In the end, Sakuragi University won the right to compete in the King's Battle.

"The preliminary rounds have been completed, and the six contestants for the East-West match have been decided. The qualifying is now underway."

"No way? Am I that late?" reporter Shikijima asked in surprise.

"There were so many players who withdrew from the competition that the schedule was accelerated greatly."

Reporter Shikijima suddenly realized.

Uchiha Ming shined in yesterday's team battle. He was like the incarnation of the god of archery. His stunning arrow shattered the confidence of many players.

It's complete championship-level dominance, and he is completely on a different level from his peers.

Given the overwhelming gap in strength, it is understandable that other contestants do not want to humiliate themselves and choose to withdraw from the competition.

Reporter Shikijima shook his head.

However, Kyudo is a martial art that challenges oneself. Rather than defeating your opponent, breaking through shackles and shooting a better arrow than yesterday is the real victory.

"Let's go and take a look."

When reporter Shikishima and his friend entered the venue, they were immediately shocked.

"it is good!"

"Clap clap clap."

"Good! Good!"

In one corner of the auditorium, the front row was filled with beautiful young girls, who were cheering and applauding the audience. Some were wearing hakama for archery, while others were wearing kimonos for festivals. They were gorgeous and very pleasing to the eye.

"He's simply a big star." Reporter Shikijima smacked his lips.

And the number is even greater than yesterday.

Judging from their attire, apart from some female contestants, most of them are friends and relatives of the team and girls who were attracted here after hearing the news.

It would be nice if Kyudo really had so many spectators.

Reporter Shikijima sighed inwardly as he walked to one side of the stadium, where his colleagues had already set up their cameras.

He glanced.

There were dozens of reporters, including sports reporters, entertainment reporters, and reporters from major newspapers.

The small Tokyo Student Kyudo Federation selection competition has never had so many reporters. Needless to say, they are all here for Minister Uchiha's son.

"Well, there are still three people left."

Reporter Shikijima picked up the camera hanging on his chest and looked at the audience.

The ranking battle after qualifying from the regional archery trials adopts the one-arrow-to-kill system.

Each person shoots an arrow each time, and the one who hits the target can stay in the competition until the last person is left.

Uchiha Ming, who was standing in the first position, had a cold and sacred expression, like a black hole, so handsome that people could not look away. He lowered his dark eyes, stepped out his feet wearing white tabi, raised the bow over his head, and pulled the string like a full moon.

The figure who is drawing the bow and string is extremely powerful, and exudes an unimaginable sense of oppression from the tips of his hair to his fingertips.

"Zheng!"

The arrow shot out of the bow with a swift and fierce force, cutting through everyone's vision, and the arrow shaft went straight into the center of the bull's eye.

"boom!"

The subsequent explosion sound of hitting the target was also extraordinary and shocking.

The handsome face, as cold as an iceberg, remained calm. The trembling black bow in Uchiha Ming's hand turned half a circle and naturally formed a bow return.

"it is good!"

"Clap clap-!"

After a brief silence, deafening applause and cheers rose to the sky.

Especially the girls in the stands, their faces turned red and they cheered in sweet voices.

"Well, beautiful!"

Reporter Shikijima nodded heavily, took photos continuously, his eyes full of appreciation and admiration.

"This is a talent blessed by Hachiman Daimyojin."

This level of shooting is simply art.

A talent that is one in a million can only be reached to perfection after being tempered through thousands of trials.

Minister Uchiha’s son is indeed no ordinary young man.

I originally gave Uchiha Ming the nickname 'Prince of Archery', which was actually a bit of an insult to him.

After all, it takes countless efforts and sweat to forge an arrow like this.

After Uchiha Ming drew his bow and shot, his aura reached its peak. The aura of the great devil swept across all directions unscrupulously, and even the audience in the stands looked at him sideways.

"I feel a little sympathetic towards the Uchiha's opponents."

"Under this kind of pressure, the bowstring is like being soaked in water, and it's hard to pull it open."

The second-in-command next to Uchiha Ming was a tall, strong man with broad arms and thick waist. His face was now covered in sweat, and his arms were visibly stiff as he pulled the bowstring to its full extent with trembling hands.

"boom."

The bowstring actually fell off from the top and hung on the ground.

"Ugh."

There was a sigh from the reporter's seat.

In a Kyudo competition, if an accident occurs such as the bowstring breaking or the bow falling to the ground, it will be counted as a miss.

"It's General Song Gu from the Political Science and Law University. I didn't expect him to be..."

"This is the fourth shot. The one who has managed to hold on until now is much better than the previous few and those who gave up."

"Now there are only the Uchiha and Fujiwara left!"

Everyone's eyes passed over the second-ranked contestant who left the stage in disgrace and fell on the third-ranked Fujiwara Masaki.

The Kyudo Prince has a delicate and bright face, outstanding temperament, and an extremely serious expression, coupled with an elegant archery ceremony, which is quite eye-catching.

There was a sound of a string snapping, and the arrow flew out of the air and hit the target.

"Hit, outer ring."

"Yeah, okay!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

The girls in the stands also cheered, only slightly less loud than those directed at Uchiha Ming.

"As soon as King Kong came off the stage, I found that this little brother was also very handsome!"

"The Kyudo hakama is amazing in itself, and the two onii-chans are so good-looking, it's a real feast for the eyes. It's worth the price of admission even if you don't visit the Gion Festival."

"Miwako, which one should we cheer for? The weak Sunshine type and the strong Iceberg type, it's really a dilemma."

"It doesn't matter. Both of me can be respected equally."

The girls in the stands shifted their gazes back and forth between Uchiha Ming and Fujiwara Masataka, holding their faces with stars in their eyes, and chattering non-stop.

"well!"

Reporter Shikijima couldn't help but praise:

"As expected of the two kyudo princes from the East and the West, it looks like there will be a fierce battle..."

As he was talking, reporter Shikijima burst into laughter.

In the One Shot Victory competition system, there is no requirement for the number of rings, as long as you hit the target.

All four of Uchiha Ming's arrows hit the bull's eye, while Fujiwara Masataka's best arrow was just within the inner circle. The difference in strength was obvious, and there was a considerable gap between the two.

However, judging from Fujiwara Masataka's standard archery etiquette and decisive attack, he has been able to overcome the shadow of the great devil and can be said to have a promising future.

As for Uchiha Ming, his archery skills have now reached the pinnacle, enough to compete with the strong players of the older generation.

"Zheng."

"Snapped!"

……

Next, Uchiha Ming and Fujiwara Masaki continued to fight.

In the eighth round of archery, Uchiha Ming's arrow hit the bull's eye without any suspense. Fujiwara Masataka was ultimately unable to keep up with his pace and missed the target.

"Just a little bit."

"It's over. What a shame, but it was a great game."

It is very difficult for even a professional archer to hit eight shots in a row at a long-range target of sixty meters. Some archery enthusiasts did not expect to see such a high-level competition in a mere local trial, which made the trip worthwhile.

"Clap clap clap!!!"

The stadium was filled with thunderous applause for the two outstanding players.

"Uchiha, congratulations on getting first place."

Fujiwara Masataka, with sweat on his head, held the bow tightly in his hand, stared at Uchiha Ming with complicated eyes, and congratulated him gracefully.

Fujiwara no Masataka was born into a Kyudo family in Kyoto. He had already held a Japanese bow before he started elementary school. He loved Kyudo from the bottom of his heart, and he was grateful every time he pulled the bow and every time he hit the target.

Kyudo Fanshi's grandfather praised him as the best of his generation.

It was not until the National High School Kyudo Competition in the fifth year of Reiwa that I realized that there are always people better than you.

After Fujiwara's defeat, he regarded Uchiha Ming as his greatest rival in life and practiced archery tirelessly. Although he was defeated again two years later, he did not lose his spirit of challenge.

"When the East-West War comes, I'll show you my progress, Uchiha."

Fujiwara Masataka took the initiative to extend his left hand towards Uchiha Ming.

After witnessing Uchiha Ming's unfathomable strength, Fujiwara Masataka was not confident that he could win the confrontation war in less than half a year, so he was reluctant to predict the outcome.

Is this youth and passion?

Uchiha Ming's opinion of Fujiwara Masaki has changed slightly.

Such sincere people should be respected.

Uchiha Ming shook Fujiwara Masaki's hand and smiled slightly:

"I hope so, Gong..."

When I called him Kudo yesterday, his expression seemed a little weird. I must have called him the wrong name.

"Kyudo Prince."

Uchiha Ming changed his mind and said something.

Although I can't remember his name, the nickname "Prince of Kyudo" is so brilliant that I can't forget it and it's still fresh in my memory.

Fujiwara no Masataka was confused. Although he quite liked the title of Kyudo Prince, why did Uchiha call him by that name directly?

Is it a custom of the Tokyo University clubs?

"Well, see you at Ise Jingu. Kyudo-taka..."

Fujiwara no Masataka opened his mouth in a similar way.

Before he could finish his words, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Call Uchiha."

Uchiha Ming, who exuded a dangerous aura behind him, had a murderous look in his eyes and spoke with a forced smile.

"Uchiha..."