Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 682 I am Lightning!

After hearing what Hojo Kyosuke said, no one thought he was arrogant anymore. Instead, they all felt that this was the spirit that a strong person should have.

False strength can be seen through at a glance, because he has no real strength to support it, so he doesn't know how to show real strength. And a truly strong person, even if he deliberately says something pretentious, others will think he is being modest.

Just like now, I originally thought that no matter how powerful Hojo Kyosuke's swordsmanship was, his physical functions at the age of sixteen had not reached their peak, and his physical strength should have been exhausted after three battles. After all, even a strong man like Daidoji, who was in the best years of his life, collapsed after two battles.

But now, listening to Hojo Kyosuke's humorous words and looking at Otsuka Michishu's unbelievable expression, everyone suddenly believed that Iguchi Ryo could not have consumed too much of his physical strength.

All the swordsmen looked at Ichiro Nagase and his group at the same time. This was the team that firmly occupied the first tier of combat power among all the people in the dojo.

Miyazaki, who just stayed behind to take advantage, looked hesitant. When fighting Daidoji before, it was Nagase who took the lead, and now facing the stronger Hojo Kyosuke... To be honest, he still didn't want to go first. As a policeman, the best way was to call for special forces support and then be the last to take charge. How could he just rush forward on his own?

But the Osaka Prefectural Police have a strong sense of martial ethics. If I continue to hide behind them, even if I win in the end, my colleagues and superiors will look down on me.

While thinking, he looked at Nagase Ichiro and said:

"Nagase-kun, let me go first this time. You can observe carefully and think about how to crack it."

This sounds nice, but he had already decided that as soon as he got on the field, he would immediately close the distance and start wrestling with Hojo Kyosuke.

"Haha~"

Nagase Ichiro chuckled quietly, and it was unknown whether he had seen through Miyazaki Masaru's tea ceremony performance. He just smiled and said:

"It's okay, Miyazaki-kun. You know, I just want to see what the strongest person in the current Hokushin Ittoryu looks like. If Miyazaki-kun defeats Hojo-kun with one move, then won't I have no chance?"

call--

Upon hearing this, Miyazaki breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he was still the steely and upright Nagase Ichiro. It really works when a gentleman deceives others with tricks! So he made a regretful expression and said:

"Well, I will sit here and admire Nagase-kun's heroic appearance. I wish you good luck in martial arts."

"I wish you good luck in military affairs!" several other people also shouted.

Ichiro Nagase smiled, nodded in thanks, then raised his hand and shouted, "I'm here."

"Hojo-kun, please be careful. This person is the modern successor of the Nakanishi Ittoryu, and his strength is only slightly inferior to that of Brother Daidoji."

Kunou Tenin said in a low voice, and other disciples of Hokushin Ittoryu also spoke out about their understanding of Nagase Ichiro.

Hojo Kyosuke turned around and looked at his cheap junior brothers in surprise. He couldn't understand why these guys, who were looking at him as if he were their mortal enemies three minutes ago, were so enthusiastic now.

Looking at these unpredictable Junior Brother Lu Wei, Daidoji said unhappily: "I need to use all my strength to compete with Nagase, but it only takes one second for Hojo-kun to hit me. Do you think he needs to be careful?"

"Oh, that's right!"

The fellow disciples nodded repeatedly.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled, thanked everyone for their kindness, looked at Nagase Ichiro who had already put on protective gear, and asked loudly:

"Are you the only one? Actually, it doesn't matter if all of you come. The number of people doesn't make any difference to me."

hiss--

As soon as these words came out, Zaimokuza and Hikigaya Hachiman both leaned back.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Totsuka asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that he would become a target if his voice was a little louder.

Zaimokuza's expression was stern, and he whispered, "Don't you feel a strong aura coming towards you? It's very strong!"

"Asshole, don't feed Totsuka this nonsense!" Hikigaya was furious.

Totsuka Ayaka blinked and said in confusion: "Instilling all sorts of nonsense into me?"

"Totsuka-sama, could you please repeat in detail what you just said?" Zaimokuza lowered his head and said solemnly.

"what?"

Although he didn't understand why, Totsuka cutely repeated:

"Instilling nonsense into me..."

"stop!"

Hikigaya interrupted with a shout, then pulled Totsuka behind him and hid him, looking at Zaimokuza warily, and said angrily:

"You bastard, stop it!"

"Ahem, what did I do? Hachiman, why are you so nervous? Wasn't it you who I asked Totsuka to repeat~~?"

Zaimokuza had a greasy expression on his face, and Hikigaya understood what he meant. His face turned red and he became angry and embarrassed. The two perverts immediately started to wrestle with each other.

Totsuka tried to mediate the fight, and Komachi cheered them on.

……

"Does the number of people make any difference?"

Nagase Ichiro repeated it in a low voice. He did not feel that Hojo Kyosuke was showing off, but only felt a strong sense of self-confidence. That was the embodiment of his own will and the pride based on his own strength.

His heart tightened, but he was not angry at all, because with the strength shown by Hojo Kyosuke, the other party had the qualifications to be arrogant.

Then he smiled gently and said loudly:

"Even when facing an opponent who is far superior to me, I am still aware of my dignity as a swordsman. So let me experience your strength alone, Hojo-kun. Please give me your guidance."

Hojo Kyosuke was surprised when he heard this. After seeing the two villains, Nishimura Ryuta and Iguchi Ryo, he didn't expect that there was a good person like Nagase Ichiro.

Very good, good people should be chopped off.

He nodded, his tone softened a bit:

"As a token of appreciation for your courage, I will make you lose faster."

"Then thank you in advance." Nagase still smiled honestly.

The fifth generation came forward and did not immediately announce the start of the competition. Instead, he looked at Hojo Kyosuke and asked again with concern:

"Hojo-kun, do you really not need to rest for a while? It's fine if you want to. I can still make the decision on this matter."

He was really afraid that his own ancestor would be beaten.

"It's okay. If it's a competition of this intensity, I can fight all day long."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and answered, he was telling the truth, when did he practice normally, he was fighting dozens of people? This was not even a warm-up, the speed of consuming physical strength could not keep up with the speed of recovery.

"..."

The old man Qianye had a complicated expression, thinking that the young man was still too arrogant, and shook his head and said nothing more. He was ready to blow the black whistle, and if his reincarnated ancestor was in danger of being hit, he would immediately call a timeout and declare a draw.

He took a step back, raised one hand and waved it downwards, and as his wide sleeves fluttered, the competition began.

Both of them were holding their swords in mid-sword position, staring closely at each other's eyes, body, and sword tip...

Looking over, everything on the center line is what they must capture. Any slight movement will become a chance to win.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The two men stood still, and the air was filled with a solemn and tense atmosphere. Even the swordsmen watching on the sidelines held their breath involuntarily.

Hojo Kyosuke frowned. The opponent, Nagase Ichiro, was indeed quite strong. His eyeballs did not even move for a moment, let alone blink. The tip of his sword was as if fixed by a thread. The whole person was like petrified. Just like now, even if he frowned and thought, Nagase did not take the opportunity to launch an attack.

What is this guy going to do? Is he waiting for me to make the first move? Doesn't he know that if I make the first move, he won't even have a chance to fight back?

In doubt, he asked directly:

"Nagase-san, why don't you attack?"

Hearing the voice, Ichiro Nagase breathed a sigh of relief. The confrontation of just a few seconds had exhausted him.

Fortunately, they will never attack while talking. This is an unspoken rule agreed upon by swordsmen. After all, kendo is not basketball. There is no habit of trash talking. Using this trick will be despised by others.

After taking a few deep breaths, he said in a deep voice:

"After watching the three matches between Nishimura-kun, Daidoji-san, and Iguchi-kun, I am sure of one thing. Just as you said, Hojo-kun, you do have a pair of extraordinary magic eyes that can see through all the moves of your opponent."

Hojo Kyosuke's eyebrows twitched, and he asked in confusion:

"so?"

"Faced with Hojo-kun, who possesses the Mystic Eyes and can predict the enemy's advance, I choose to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations!"

There was a hint of pride in Nagase's voice.

He got this inspiration from Miyazaki Masaru. Just like what he said, he started wrestling right away. In such a physical fight, he didn't even know what he would do, so how could the opponent predict it? He left everything to his body and his tempered memory! He let his past self and future self fight back on his behalf!

He is old enough to be Hojo Kyosuke's father, and likewise, his combat experience is several times that of his opponent!

This is the key to his victory!

"Yes! If the opponent has the magic eye of foresight, then we just need to stay still. We won't make mistakes if we do nothing!"

"Yes, yes, both Daidoji and Iguchi took the initiative to attack and lost. It seems that Hojo-kun has never taken the initiative to attack before!"

"What about Nishimura?"

"That one is too bad to be used as a case study."

"Too."

Listening to his colleagues' words, even though he was a stern and upright person, Nagase still felt a little proud. He spoke slowly:

"In the tactics of kendo competitions, whether it is the "Kendo Three Priorities" tactics or the sword tip dynamic judgment method, they are all tactics that predict the opponent's actions based on various details to seize the initiative. Hojo-kun must be a master of this, and he has integrated these skills to forge a pair of magic eyes, so he can..."

At this time, Hojo Kyosuke waved his left hand and interrupted impatiently:

"Stop talking nonsense. What do you want to say? You'd better hurry up. I don't have much patience. If I get angry, I'm not sure how hard I'll hit you."

"..."

Even though he thought he had found a winning method, Nagase Ichiro still felt his scalp tighten when he heard this. His intuition told him that if he really made Hojo Kyousuke angry, something terrible would definitely happen. Nishimura Ryuta and Iguchi Ryo were examples of this. The polite Daidoji only received one blow, while the other two were tortured beyond recognition.

He quickly said, "Ahem, I want to ask Hojo-kun to make the first move this time."

"you sure?"

Hojo Kyosuke was surprised. Not only him, but also the people from the Runaway Angel, Mitsuha Miyamizu, and Director Arisugawa had very strange expressions.

"Haha, I wonder how quickly Nagase-kun will admit defeat." Chiba Kenichi laughed softly.

Hearing this, Miyamizu Mitsuha and others who had seen him kneel down and beg for mercy in the dojo last time laughed in tacit understanding.

"Sure. After all, I can't break Hojo-kun's Mystic Eyes, so I have to resort to this last resort." Nagase Ichiro said seriously. This is a rogue tactic. After all, in a formal competition, if both sides wait for the other to make a move, it is a foul.

"This is really a bad idea."

Hojo Kyosuke shook his head and smiled:

"Do you think I let Daidoji and Iguchi attack first in order to observe their moves? To find a chance to win?"

Nagase didn't say anything. Not only him, many people thought so, because the concept of the Three Priorities of Kendo has been deeply rooted in people's minds.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Hojo Kyosuke suddenly laughed:

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize my good intentions would lead you to misunderstand me like this."

He looked across at Nagase Ichiro, then glanced at the swordsmen on the sidelines, chuckled and said:

"There is only one reason why I choose to counterattack..."

Hojo Kyosuke held the sword with both hands and signaled to Ichiro Nagase to start the match. Although the latter was very angry at the broken dog, he immediately adjusted his state and concentrated his energy and spirit.

"tread--!"

There was a loud bang, and in the sight of the swordsmen, Hojo Kyosuke instantly turned into a blurry shadow.

Cut off!

Hojo Kyosuke swung his sword so fast that afterimages appeared, and the bamboo sword that Nagase Ichiro was protecting in front of him was easily cut down like a reed.

With a loud shout and another violent cut, Ichiro Nagase suffered a devastating blow on the head, and was knocked to the ground by the huge force.

"Snapped--!"

"noodle!!"

"Snapped--!"

It was too fast, no matter whether it was the speed of Hojo Kyosuke's charge or the speed of his sword swinging, it was too fast. It was not until Nagase Ichiro was chopped to the ground that the sound of the bamboo swords clashing suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, shaking their hearts.

"So fast!"

Daidoji Masashi took a deep breath, his eyes widened with shock.

"too fast!"

He now had only this one thought in his mind: Hojo Kyosuke's speed was too fast. He was already the top swordsman in the country, but even he couldn't see Hojo Kyosuke's movements clearly.

"That's teleportation, right?"

Kunou Amane was still in shock. In his vision, he only saw Hojo Kyosuke taking a step, and then Nagase Ichiro flew out.

As everyone was in doubt, a voice slowly rang out in the field:

"I choose to defend, just to give you a chance to attack."

The voice was as clear and bright as the cold wind on the Arctic ice field, gentle but without any temperature, as if it was a god high above the heavens.

Everyone was silent. (End of this chapter)