Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

Although there are cases like this in other regions, there are people like Inspector Megure who have been working like this for many years.

He is an old police officer with excellent qualifications in all aspects and outstanding abilities.

But who can blame Inspector Megure for working in a very unique place? After all, the treatment in the central area of ​​Tokyo is different.

Besides, hasn't Inspector Megure been promoted now? He has broken through the ceiling of being a non-professional police inspector.

After this breakthrough, Inspector Megure's identity and status immediately changed. After adding all these factors together, Inspector Megure's uniqueness is actually very prominent.

At least there will be absolutely no problem for Matsumoto Akira to be on good terms with Inspector Megure, and the benefits he can get are also quite great.

And basically, their resources will not overlap with those of their father. After all, one side has upper-level resources, while the other side simply takes the lower-level route.

On the field——

Hattori Heiji walked onto the fighting stage, looking at Matsumoto Akira in front of him helplessly.

Matsumoto Akira's aura was fully revealed in front of him, which was a far cry from the beginner he seemed when they first met.

One can even vaguely see a kind of great demeanor, which is to be able to control all the sharpness with ease.

Although his father has not reached the level of a swordsman, he can achieve a similar effect.

In other words, for a kendo master who has truly reached the seventh or eighth dan, it is actually not difficult to achieve a similar effect.

But those are the masters. Ordinary people don't have that ability, even someone like him and Okita Souji.

They are all known as rare super geniuses, but their kendo skills are still at a very high level.

Just like now, holding my wooden sword in my hand, I can make others feel that I am definitely not the type to be messed with.

Because when this sword is in one's hand, one can display one's own power.

Let them know that they are not to be offended easily and that their strength should not be underestimated.

But it was different for Matsumoto Akira. Although he held the sword tightly in his hand, he did not reveal an overly sharp aura.

It was like an ordinary person holding a wooden sword. Without any systematic learning, he could not show any momentum at all.

But it is impossible for Akira Matsumoto to be like this!

Having competed with the opponent before, Hattori Heiji understood one thing very well, that is, the opponent was able to display a kind of momentum when he was just starting out.

It's impossible that it doesn't exist now, unless the other party has already mastered the ability to control it freely. But isn't this progress too fast?

Even if Matsumoto Akira's own talent is indeed rare, it is likely that only one of his kind will appear in hundreds of years.

Plus, with the guidance of a long-established and world-famous swordsman, it shouldn't be possible for him to grow to this level in such a short period of time, right?

The last time they met, the other party didn't bring anything, so Hattori Heiji didn't notice it. Now after careful observation, he discovered that the other party had changed drastically.

Hattori Heiji suddenly felt a headache. Well, well, this time he probably wouldn't have a chance to win the championship or the runner-up.

Fortunately, the individual competition does not eliminate players all at once, otherwise, given the condition I am facing now against Matsumoto Akira, I would not be able to reach the final third place.

Whenever he thought that he might not even be able to get third place, Hattori Heiji felt like he had a splitting headache.

Taking a deep breath, Hattori Heiji slowly opened his eyes and stared straight at Matsumoto Akira.

"Shall we begin?"

Matsumoto Akira looked at Hattori Heiji and asked in a calm tone.

Hattori Heiji immediately looked at the referee beside him. He didn't know why the referee didn't say anything to start the game before.

"Oh, sorry! Let the game begin!"

The referee reacted immediately after this reminder and stretched out his hand somewhat embarrassedly.

Let’s not talk about Hattori Heiji, they are all veteran players who have competed before.

Matsumoto Akira is a brand new player. Although his opponent looks like a novice, the referee will definitely not underestimate him.

Not to mention, the police had already given warnings at the beginning, even if they hadn't given warnings, as a contestant in the national competition.

The referee would definitely not think that Matsumoto Akira is just an ordinary newcomer.

After all, we have to pursue honor. No matter which school it is, it is impossible to use the final of the national competition to show off its performance to others.

What's more, if you really want to improve your record, you can't come here to do it. Team competition is definitely easier. After all, if there are experts in the team competition, you can also try it out, right?

You have to rely on yourself to get through the individual competition, and the various troubles you encounter at that time are not easy to explain.

It would be very troublesome if you were killed by others in the first round. If you know that the opponent is a master from your school, it would be okay, after all, you simply cannot beat the opponent.

But if they knew that he was not the original main player of their school, it would still cause quite a bit of trouble.

At least so far, no similar situation has occurred in the game.

After announcing the start of the game, the referee immediately stepped back a few steps to the edge of the playing field.

Matsumoto Akira's posture was steady, his hands seemingly resting casually on the hilt of the sword, but in fact each of his fingers was as strong as steel.

It seems to be integrated with the hilt of the sword, as if only a slight force is needed to release overwhelming force.

It was not until this time that Matsumoto Akira's aura began to be gradually released, causing Hattori Heiji to feel waves of pressure.

The next moment, Matsumoto Akira suddenly rose like a black gust of wind and instantly closed the distance between him and Hattori Heiji.

His movements were simple and swift. With a slight turn of his wrist, the bamboo sword emerged from a cave like a snake, making a sharp sound of breaking through the wind, and went straight to Hattori Heiji's throat.

The cold light flashing at the tip of the sword made every hair on Hattori Heiji stand up. His body reacted instinctively and he quickly dodged to the side.

Matsumoto Akira's attack missed, but he did not pause at all. The bamboo sword drew a sharp arc, like a black lightning cutting across Hattori Heiji's waist.

The sword was so powerful that a sound of breaking through the air was heard instantly. Hattori Heiji could even feel the sword wind cutting across his face like a knife.

Hattori Heiji staggered back a few steps. Although Matsumoto Akira failed to succeed, he was not in a hurry.

His footsteps were steady and rhythmic, and every step on the ground was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, pressing Hattori Heiji step by step.

"This gap is too big, it's like a joke!"

Hattori Heiji was breathing heavily. He was not physically exhausted, but the mental pressure was too great.