Kanagawa Taoist College Students

Generally speaking, there are two types of kendo team competitions. One is a one-on-one competition, that is, vanguard versus vanguard, secondary vanguard versus secondary vanguard...and so on. There are three games to win or lose. After the game is over, the winning rate of the five games will be used to determine which side wins. Those who win more than three games will win.

The second type is the Jade Dragon Banner competition system. That is, the winner is on the field, the loser is replaced by the next person, and the one who finishes the round first among the five loses. This style of play will theoretically lead to a one versus five situation. Of course, this is only theoretical. Unless the person's strength is much higher than that of his opponent, it will be difficult to achieve this level.

But now, when the elegant man on the field said that, he obviously didn't take the kendo club of Sakurano High School into consideration, and he planned to pick the entire kendo club of Sakurano High School by himself.

Naomi Fukuoka was furious, but she was not so impulsive as to draw her sword immediately. Instead, she walked to Komikawa Taro and helped him up from the ground.

"Omikawa, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Minister. I'm sorry to embarrass you." Komigawa Taro said in a still dejected tone. It was obvious that he was greatly shocked.

"Taketatsu, Nosui, take Komikawa to the health room." Naomi Fukuoka called two members of the kendo club and ordered them.

"Yes, Minister." Two members of the Kendo Club, a man and a woman, stepped forward to support Omikawa and walked out slowly.

"The minister is worthy of being a minister, and the people under his command are very obedient." The elegant man was watching from the side, and he didn't know whether his tone was appreciation or ridicule.

Fukuoka Naomi's expression turned cold, she picked up the bamboo sword that Komigawa Taro had just dropped on the ground, and walked to the opposite side of him. The bamboo sword pointed at him from a distance: "Now, I will be your opponent!"

The elegant man's face was filled with joy. Just as he was about to speak, the deep voice came from the audience again: "Kimura, that's enough!" Then he saw the girl with a band-aid on her face walking into the arena and looking at Fuyuan calmly. Naomi said: "I'm sorry, my team member is so rude, I apologize on his behalf."

Although he was apologizing, there was no sincerity in his tone, and it seemed like he said it casually.

"Who are you!" Naomi Fukuoka stared at her with a cold face.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Rimi Asumi, the director of the Kendo Club of Tsurumi University. He is my club member, Shogo Kimura. We have no ill intentions. I just heard that today is the school festival of Sakurano High School, so I came to visit. Just a moment." The Band-Aid girl has short, thin hair, but a small amount of long hair is dragged behind her, reaching her waist. It seems to be deliberately long, making her appear to have a lot of character.

"Asumi Satomi?" Naomi Fukuoka's eyes narrowed slightly, "Who ranked first in the individual competition of the National College Kendo Competition last year?"

Not only Naomi Fukuoka was shocked, but the onlookers were also surprised that this girl with a full personality was actually the champion of the national competition, first place!

"It seems you have heard of me." Acumi Rimi's expression still looked very indifferent, without any hint of pride. It seemed that the so-called "first place" was just a passing cloud to her.

"So, are you going to ask me to give up the duel with your team members?" Naomi Fukuoka had recovered from the shock when she heard the other party's name, and her eyes became firm again.

"No!" Rimi Asumi shook her head unexpectedly, "Originally I had this idea, but now I have changed my mind, because from your eyes, I can see that you are impossible to give up. So wait a moment No matter you win or lose, I will accept you as my disciple, how about it?"

disciple?

Naomi Fukuoka looked slightly startled. Looking at Rimi Asumi, who was a little shorter than her and no more than two or three years older, she didn't feel much shame or anger in her heart, but she was really surprised.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have no idea of ​​​​looking for a teacher."

"Okay then." Rimi Asumi didn't seem to feel much disappointment, she just shook her head and walked off the field.

Kimura Shogo, that elegant man, looked at Fukuoka Naomi with a slightly regretful tone and said: "I have to say, you wasted a great opportunity that could have made your kendo skills even further. Unfortunately, that's it. give up."

"You talk a lot of nonsense!" Naomi Fukuoka said coldly.

Kimura Shogo was stunned for a moment when he was told this, but he quickly smiled to himself: "Hey, why don't you put on protective gear?"

"No need!" Naomi Fukuoka said coldly. The other party didn't wear protective gear, so she naturally didn't bother to wear something that was equivalent to showing weakness.

"Then don't blame me if you get hurt. Don't think that because you are a woman, I will be merciful or something." Kimura Shogo said seriously, his tone clearly determined that he would win.

Naomi Fukuoka snorted coldly, and without saying a word, she stepped forward and slashed his temple with her sword.

Kimura Shogo's expression suddenly changed. He didn't expect that the beautiful director of the kendo club would make a "sneak attack", and he quickly raised his sword to block it.

Naomi Fukuoka took back her sword and slashed at it again.

Because it was not a formal kendo competition, the two of them did not have so many rules and could attack as they pleased.

Naomi Fukuoka's speed is very fast, and she can chop with sufficient force. As the head of the Kendo Club, of course, she must have strong strength as the foundation.

Kimura Shogo also felt a little pressure. He no longer had the ease and ease he had when he played against Ogawa Taro before, and he carried out pick-and-roll and attacks in a orderly manner.

It seems that both sides are defensive and offensive. It seems that their strength is about equal, and it is difficult to determine the winner.

Li Xuehao was watching from the side and frowned slightly. His eyes were naturally different from ordinary people's. It could be seen that Naomi Fukuoka would not be defeated in a short period of time. However, after a period of time, when her strength fails, defeat will be inevitable sooner or later.

If the other party's strength were to be determined, it might be similar to hers, but as a man, he would have a huge advantage over Naomi Fukuoka, a girl, in terms of strength and durability.

Based on this alone, Fukuoka Naomi is destined to lose.

Li Xuehao glanced at Acheng Rimi again, who was standing off the field. There was a faint smile on her lips at this time. It was a smile that showed that everything was under control, as if she was the one who had the overall situation.

On the field, Naomi Fukuoka and Shogo Kimura were still fighting. The two sides had been fighting for almost six or seven minutes. During the back-and-forth attacks, due to the huge consumption, Naomi Fukuoka's physical strength was gradually exhausted, and she was already mostly defensive. And the attacks became less and less.

Kimura Shogo was just the opposite. His physical strength did not decrease much, and he even consumed a certain amount of physical strength during the fight, but the movements of his hands gradually became easier.

It can be seen that Naomi Fukuoka can't hold on for much longer.