Conan's Unscientific Detective

Referee! She hit someone! She hit someone with the ball!

Today's high school students are really enthusiastic...

Then, he silently pushed the blonde girl away and said, "Don't walk alone at night in the future. It's not safe here recently... By the way, go to the nearest police station and call the police first."

"Mr. Batman, are you here specifically to protect me?"

The girl seemed to have forgotten the attack from the thugs she had just encountered, and spoke to Fujino in a coquettish voice.

It seems that love is about to float out of those blue eyes.

Uh ~

Fujino shuddered suddenly, then pointed behind the girl and said in a deep voice: "Look behind you!"

"what?"

The girl turned her head upon hearing this and glanced at the empty alley.

Wait until you turn around again.

Fujino, who was originally in front of her, had disappeared.

"Mr. Batman! Please take me away! For you..."

"call……"

On the rooftop, Fujino looked at the girl leaving the alley and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, he was no longer surprised by this kind of situation.

But it's so cute.

It is really rare.

Putting his thoughts aside, he glanced at the time and decided to go home.

On the way home, he passed by the same electric pole he had tried to chop down before.

Curious, he wanted to test the power of the hidden blade.

Then he turned on his full power and used his Hidden Blade to slash...

The telephone pole broke.

There was also a power outage in the surrounding area.

This made Fujino deeply feel the horror of the golden object.

Although his strength is stronger than before, it is not much stronger.

Obviously, his hidden blade played an important role in his ability to cut down the electric pole.

…………

Bruce Vine's wonderful little experiment soon ended and the next day came.

The weather was clear and cloudless, and the time was the 15th.

Because the midterm exam is tomorrow.

So there is no need to go to school today.

In the early morning, Fujino got up from the bed normally, stood up in front of the balcony and admired the sight of rice flowers.

"Dilili!"

The phone suddenly rang.

Fujino took out his cell phone and saw Suwa Yuji's note.

Fujino thought for a moment and then answered the phone.

"Today is the day for the first-level kendo exam, Fujino-kun, you should be well prepared, right?"

"Is this today?"

Fujino frowned when he heard that.

He was a bit busy recently and almost forgot about it.

Moreover, based on the timeline of the scientific world, it was really difficult for him to determine which day was the 15th.

But a moment later, Fujino recovered and said, "Well, I'm ready, but what is the kendo championship about?"

"When it comes to kendo, the competition is probably based on actual combat and basic knowledge."

Suwa Yuji on the other end of the phone thought for a moment and continued, "But the most important event is still the actual combat. The competition will be divided into groups and the players with the highest actual combat ranking will advance first."

"So that's it."

Fujino breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were theoretical knowledge, he would still feel a headache.

But if it comes to actual combat, it can be said that even all the candidates present surrounded him and fought.

He had the confidence to beat them one by one with wooden swords and then spank their buttocks hard.

"If it were you, Fujino-kun, you would definitely advance."

Suwa Yuji on the other end of the phone noticed something.

I thought it was Fujino's first time participating in this kind of competition, so he felt a little pressure.

He would never have imagined that Fujino was already thinking about how to end the fight quickly and then defeat everyone in the arena.

Fujino found Suwa Yuji in a Ford Taurus.

Led by Suwa Yuji, Fujino followed the other two children who wanted to take the Dan exam to the competition venue decided by the nearby Kendo Association.

There are about forty people taking the exam this time. According to the rules of the competition, only the top ten can successfully advance.

The game started quickly and then ended in the afternoon near sunset.

Kendo competitions are not like Go, where one game can last for hours and where a player with no talent or moral integrity can use the tactic of "eating an eagle" to bully an old lady in her 50s or 60s.

In kendo, life and death are decided in just a moment.

As expected, Fujino was successfully promoted to the next rank.

After all, his current kendo level and physical fitness are no longer comparable to those of ordinary people.

From the beginning all the way to the championship of the qualifying tournament, no candidate could withstand more than three moves from him.

What’s interesting is that in the first game, Fujino, who was not used to using someone else’s wooden sword, used all his strength.

Then, the wooden sword exploded.

My opponents were scared at that time.

It is estimated that this will leave a shadow in the heart of that child who is only one or two years younger than him for the rest of his life.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 158 Fujino: Change a batch!

After the qualifying tournament ended, Suwa Yuji accompanied Fujino out of the Kendo Association's arena.

Suwa Yuji recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Others have to fight for at least ten moves to determine the winner, but you are so good that you beat those kids so badly in just five moves that their mothers couldn't recognize them."

"I've tried to release as much water as possible, but it's useless to give them a chance."

Fujino sighed, looking distressed. "In fact, I could have defeated them with one move. I let the opponent miss several opportunities. I just couldn't fight any more. I had to win."

“That feeling is really uncomfortable.”

Suwa Yuji nodded.

In fact, he originally wanted to say: "Can you please listen to whether what you say is human language?"

But if you think about it carefully, if it were him, he would probably do the same.

Then it'll be fine.

Those who participate in the first-level qualifying tournament are generally teenagers around sixteen or seventeen, or thirteen or fourteen years old.

Some geniuses can beat the amateur level, but in fact, the first level is just the entry level.

Kendo is a very unfair thing. If you can win, you can win. There is no coincidence.

At this time, Fujino's swordsmanship skills had surpassed the first level and reached the seventh to eighth level.

He obtained this rank from 7th to 8th dan based on his fight with Suwa Yuji.

At least, when he fought against Suwa Yuji, he was able to call upon a large amount of database in his brain and was on par with Suwa Yuji.

With his current strength, beating up those real newbies is just like a piece of cake for him.

Dimensionality reduction strike.

Suwa Yuji suddenly recalled the previous match, where the boy had his wooden sword broken by Fujino Gan, and he immediately laughed, "But you really don't give those juniors any face at all. You even broke the wooden sword of the kid who was called a 'kendo genius' and won ten consecutive matches without getting a dan."

"I didn't expect the wooden sword of the Kendo Association's top-ranked player to be so weak."

Fujino recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but sigh, "The wooden swords here are really not as strong as the wooden swords at the Konoha Kendo Gym."

"It's just a ranking tournament. The association won't give you a very good wooden sword."

Suwa Yuji said, "The wooden swords you and I usually use for sparring are all made of the finest bamboo wood that I spent a lot of money to customize."

Fujino is now a superb swordsman, and his strength has reached an inhumane yet scientific level.

An ordinary wooden sword really couldn't withstand Fujino's powerful blow.

"I hope that the kid whose wooden sword you broke won't have his heart broken because his sword was broken."

Suwa Yuji laughed, then suddenly sighed.

The broken heart of Taoism is reflected in many competitive events.

For example, in Go, if you are completely defeated in a big competition, your mentality will definitely explode.

The same is true for kendo ranking competitions.

Especially those geniuses who have never experienced failure.

If I lose a game to a weak opponent, I will probably collapse immediately.

This is what is called the collapse of one’s spiritual heart.

When one's spiritual heart collapses, the consequences can be mild: one hides in bed and sobs, or severe: one becomes listless for the rest of his life.

All I can say is that Fujino's method is too overbearing.

The wooden sword in the man's hand was directly broken into pieces.

Having talent but no morals is the case.

Two days later.

The midterm exam is over, and Fujino, who has endured three days of exams, has a rare day off.

To be honest, the kendo exam and the midterm exam all happened at the same time.

Although his physique was not weak, he still felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Fortunately, he had the Fire Medal and the college student characteristics, so he was much more energetic in one night.

Near the morning, Fujino drove Xiaolan and met Sonoko at Beihua Station...

As usual, Conan, the elementary school student who is the god of death, also followed.

Today, Xiaolan was wearing a green suit jacket, a beige sweater, a gray-blue pleated skirt, and goose yellow over-the-knee socks on her calves.

Yuanzi's outfit was much simpler, a blue turtleneck sweater and a white pencil skirt.

As for this kid Conan, he is wearing the classic suit for thousands of years.

Fujino, on the other hand, changed into the suit he had just drawn yesterday.

Inexplicably, his entire temperament improved significantly.

"So, Conan, why are you following me again?"

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Conan who was sitting in the back row with a speechless face.