I play love guru in Tokyo

Chapter 85 I, Kiyoaki Kashiwahara, Convince People With Reason (4)

"Come again!!" Narumi Ryoma suddenly roared excitedly, repeating, as if to cheer himself up.

"Just now, it was just the most basic sword-drawing technique." Bai Yuan said lightly, and then, he held the wooden knife tightly, raised it horizontally with the word 'one', and put his hands in front of his shoulders:
"here we go."

As Kashiwara's words fell, Narumi Ryoma suddenly became nervous, and changed from the initial attacker to the defender, with just one attack and defensive switch, holding the wooden sword nervously.

'A never-before-seen construct...'

From just now, the noisy atmosphere around has become dead silent, with only a few nervous swallowing sounds, it can be seen that the environment is extremely dignified, no one dared to speak wantonly like before the battle, even the coach and the minister looked serious. .

The 'one word' wooden knife was held in both hands, stabbing with a fierce and decisive momentum, the speed was almost unresponsive, comparable to the ordinary knife drawing technique just now.

If it is a battlefield, once this sword skill is used, either you will die or I will live.

However, Narumi Ryoma is evaluated as a person with kendo ability after all. He adjusts his mentality and defends like facing an enemy. The wooden knife with a handle suddenly made a crisp sound and was placed in the air, only a few centimeters away from Narumi Ryoma's neck.

It is dangerous and dangerous to stop abruptly.

Under the visor, Narumi Ryoma couldn't help showing a smile, blocking...

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Kashiwahara smiled slightly, switched his left and right hands, and pushed his right palm forward. The wooden knife seemed to grow several centimeters out of thin air, breaking through the stalemate, and ruthlessly stabbed Narumi Ryoma's throat.

Even though this blow was only half as strong as the first time, Narumi Ryoma staggered back as if struck by lightning, held the wooden knife in disbelief, and stuck it in the ground before he could not help but kneel down.

"You have died for the second time." Bai Yuan said lightly, and retracted the saber, and the members were amazed. They never expected that the way of swordsmanship could be so dexterous, completely different from the rigid and fixed routines in the past.

"Impossible, impossible..."

"This is impossible!" Narumi Ryoma roared angrily, unable to accept the fact of the fiasco.

When Organ and the others rushed to the Kendo Department, they happened to see this scene.

Passing through the crowd, Bai Yuan and a tall man wearing a mask held a knife. The tall man roared angrily, strode forward, and swung the wooden knife with determination.

Bai Yuan was neither sad nor happy, bent slightly, and held the handle of the knife with his backhand.

Swish!
In the eyes of the members, there was no suspense in the sword-drawing technique, and the gap between the two sides was like a cloud and mud. Even if this move was performed hundreds or thousands of times, Narumi could not avoid it.

The wooden sword that drew a circular arc in mid-air slashed sharply at the armor worn by Narumi Ryoma. The power of drawing the sword was far stronger than that of slashing out of thin air. Narumi Ryoma grunted, the wooden sword trembled, But no matter what, he had no strength to cut it down anymore. With unwillingness in his arms, he was knocked into the air with a bang and lay down on the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain.

In the quiet kendo club, there were only exclamations from those onlookers, no one cheered for this gorgeous battle, and the members were already stunned.

Narumi Ryoma, whose strength ranks among the best in the kendo club, has no power to fight back, and is defeated miserably by the sword of this seemingly pompous young man.

"Bai Yuan!" Organ Xia Zhi shouted softly and hurried in.

The students in the committee were dumbfounded, what happened just now... It's not that Kashiwahara and Narumi Ryoma got into a fight, everyone was worried that the relatively thin Kashiwahara was beaten by the tall and burly Narumi, and it turned out that this posture...was Narumi Ryoma was seriously injured.

By the way, when did Bai Yuan learn such exaggerated and fierce swordsmanship?Amazing! - The people on the committee thought in unison.

Asakang Saki saw the scene of Bai Yuan's unrestrained knife, his beautiful eyes flashed a gleam, and he was surprised that Bai Yuan was clear... But thinking that Bai Yuan likes the organ, he couldn't help curling his lips.

"What happened? You are..." Rao Yifeng and Xia Zhi hesitated to speak.

"I came to persuade Narumi-senpai, but he insisted on having a sword fight with me. I tried to dissuade him many times, but Narumi-senpai insisted..." Kiyoaki Kashiwahara spread his hands helplessly, looking helplessly forced to fight, this upside-down The black and white rhetoric made Morita angry, and shouted angrily:
"It's clear that you were the first..."

However, Morita was startled by the emotionless gaze towards Kashiwahara and the deterrent effect triggered by the title. His words stopped abruptly, his lips squirmed unconsciously, and he couldn't say anything else.

Morita's eyes lowered slightly, avoiding that gaze. His burly man was actually frightened by the gaze of his junior, but even if he avoided it, the indifferent and ruthless gaze was still deeply imprinted in his heart. Some eyes can't raise the idea of ​​resisting together.

Kashiwahara smiled, called Morita, and threw the wooden knife and scabbard to him.

Director Morita kept silent, those members only understood the vague process and couldn't explain it clearly, while Narumi Ryoma got up from the ground in a panic, and took off his mask with difficulty, revealing a face soaked in sweat, eyes Red and bloodshot.

Everyone's eyes gradually shifted from Kashiwahara Kiyoaki to Narumi Ryoma.

Narumi Ryoma's masculine face was full of shame. He understood that he was beaten to the ground by a junior in the field of kendo that he was proud of.

He knew what Bai Yuan was waiting for, the bet that he was fulfilling - no, now it seems that he should be talking nonsense.

It would be too embarrassing for Kashiwahara to take the initiative to roll the name. Narumi Ryoma is not a man who can't afford to lose. He smiled wryly, took a deep breath, and coughed a few times to comfort his swollen throat. He said nothing, eyes red His eyes came to Xia Zhi, the organ.

Just when he gritted his teeth and was about to kneel down to apologize, there was a startled sound beside him.

"Hey, isn't it true, do you really want to deceive all of you?"

Kashiwahara laughed happily, looked at the surprised audience, shook his head and explained:
"This is just a cultural festival performance prepared by Narumi-senpai and I. It is a reenactment of the scene of Miyamoto Musashi VS Sasaki Kojiro. By the way, Narumi-senpai, your acting skills are too good. You can play Sasaki so vividly. You really deserve it. Look. Look, your members have been tricked, and they will surely get a lot of applause when they perform at the cultural festival, blame us for not notifying in advance and treating this as a rehearsal performance."

The huge kendo club fell silent for a moment, wide-eyed and small-eyed, funny expressions appeared on the faces of the surrounding students.

"Eh?!!"

"Act??"

"No, my God, I took it seriously!"

"What... it turned out to be a fake after a long time..."

There was a lot of surprise and sighs around, what, the sword is on the verge of death, we are all nervous, and suddenly we are told that it is fake?What a waste of emotion.

No wonder this big man's flamboyant fiasco was all acting.

"You say yes, Narumi-senpai." Kashiwahara Kiyoaki asked with a peaceful smile on his face.

Narumi Ryoma had mixed feelings in his heart, and in front of many curious eyes, he was silent for a moment, and then he squeezed out a far-fetched smile: "Yes..."

(End of this chapter)