Cherish the time

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the battle situation fell into a stalemate.

Although Shinto's chess pieces looked non-aggressive, no matter how hard Morishita attacked, the gap on the board was never more than four and a half.

This kind of situation lasts for a little longer, and it is easy to make people anxious.

Morishita is now on the verge of anxiety.

After playing chess for nearly an hour, he felt that the game he played became more and more weird.

Obviously, he always has the advantage, but at any time he is facing the crisis of being swallowed by one bite.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, the choices he can make are very limited.

But Shinto has always been chasing him - this boy is like a hungry wolf hanging behind him, as long as he sees a little gap, he will pounce on him and devour him.

Morishita took a deep breath.

He needs to calm down.

A flustered state of mind is the first step towards failure.

His current situation is very good, and he shouldn't have this kind of uncomfortable feeling in his throat all the time.

Shinto Hikaru glanced at Morishita who stopped his hands to adjust his mentality, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

...his teacher was as perceptive as ever.

…At any time, you can keenly smell the crisis that is under the peaceful surface.

--But.

Although the other party is aware of the possibility of this danger lurking...

But it's still impossible to break free... the trap he's tried so hard to set up.

He smiled slightly, and once again gave in what could be called a concession.

"Ahhh... what the hell is Hikari Shinto doing!" Ashihara scratched his curly hair irritably, "I'm getting more and more confused!"

"Hehehehe," Kuwahara looked at Ogata with a smile, "I know why you are so optimistic about this little guy..."

Ogata raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

"Hehehehe..." After receiving Ogata's response, Kuwahara just laughed and turned his eyes back to the TV, "Interesting... really interesting."

Another 15 minutes passed.

It was a tough 15 minutes for Shindo -- harder than the previous five or 10 minutes.

This game of chess is different from all the chess games he has played before.

His mind was racing all the time, calculating everything he could.

——Because what he pursues is no longer just a beautiful victory.

For Morishita, it was a long 15 minutes.

He felt like he was in a black swamp, and all five senses were fettered by darkness.

There are fewer and fewer places to choose to play, so that until now, there is only one countermeasure left for Shinto Hikari's move.

He is like a marionette controlled by Shinto, all the time... He can only move according to the other party's will.

He suddenly felt a great fear, this sudden fear made him feel cold all over, wishing to run away from this chess game immediately.

——He has never heard of such a terrifying chess power!

I have never heard that such a chess game can be played by a middle school student!

He knew that the skill of predicting and controlling the opponent's moves was possible, and he had tried to do it himself-albeit with great difficulty.

But at that time, the opponent he played against was just a first-level professional chess player, and he himself was a seventh-level chess player.

But today, he is sitting here as an eighth-dan chess player, and the person sitting opposite has just been promoted to second-dan chess half a month ago.

What a similar rank gap, but the position is completely reversed.

How could he not be afraid.

Is that a monster sitting across from you?

Morishita asked himself.

Or is it a thousand-year-old soul?

Morishita continued to think.

But even Honinbo Shuce reincarnated, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do this, right?

He tried his best to stay calm, but his palms were already wet with sweat.

He neither wants to be manipulated by Shinto, to the end that Shinto has planned for a long time; nor does he want to suffer a counterattack that Shinto has been planning for a long time.

……

So he lost the courage to lift the chess piece.

Sweat trickled down his temples, down the side of his neck, and wet the collar of his kimono.

The second countdown was beating one frame at a time, but Morishita didn't move.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

"Why isn't Mr. Morishita down anymore?" Ashihara muttered, "Are you waiting for Shinto to admit defeat?"

"Can't you see it?!" Kurata's eyes widened, "He's clearly planning to surrender!"

"Eh—?!" Ashihara was very surprised, "What's going on? Isn't Mr. Morishita leading the way?"

"Hehehe... Shinto Hikari..." Kuwahara rubbed his chin, "I'm already looking forward to... the day I meet him in the final."

"Bai Chuan! Do you know what's going on?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Lu Yuan turned around and grabbed the shoulder of Mr. Bai Chuan who was sitting next to him and shook vigorously, "Tell me about it!"

Shirakawa was caught off guard by his shaking and almost bit his tongue.

"He is leading this game." Ta Yaliang said, biting each word tightly, as if trying to swallow something into his stomach.

"En?" Lu Yuan stopped ravaging Bai Chuan, followed the sound to look at Ta Ya.

I saw that his face was a little pale, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.

"He...is manipulating Morishita-sensei!" Bai Chuan also reacted, not knowing what to do for a while.

Now, both Awara and Saeki understood the situation on the field, and the entire broadcast room fell silent instantly.

Everyone sitting here, when they saw the previous game, felt that Shinto had something ulterior motives.

But gradually, almost everyone questioned this idea.

——Does Shinto Hikaru really have other plans?

Why did he show the strength of a mediocre professional chess player?

Could it be that his mind was disturbed by what he said, so that he could only display this level of strength?

These questions weighed on their hearts, making them gradually shake their understanding of Shinto.

But these doubts were completely shattered by the facts!

Shinto Hikari is still that Shinto Hikaru!

His strength——will always exceed the expectations of others!

Taya Yukihiro folded his hands on his chest, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"…it's not finished yet."

it's not finished yet.

Morishita told himself so.

There is still a chance to break through.

He repeated such sentences to himself, and gradually broke free from the fear of cold hands.

——Yes, Shindo Hikari's strength is shocking.

But it's not like he hasn't played against such opponents before.

——Just treat Shinto as a normal opponent, ignoring the difference in age and rank between them...

He still has room to fight.

What's more, he is still in the leading position on the chessboard...he shouldn't have such a big pressure.

Morishita breathed steadily, grabbed the hem of the clothes on his knees vigorously, and picked up the chess piece again.

——This is exactly what Shinto expected!

He dropped the next move almost without hesitation, and returned to the ready-to-go posture, only waiting for Morishita's next move.

Morishita collected himself, and placed another son very cautiously.

Shinto Hikari's eyes are as bright as morning stars!

This was a game that was later remembered by the Japanese chess world.

Not only because this is a duel between two chess players with a huge difference in rank, but also because of the amazing foreshadowing laid by Jin Teng chess player in this game.

Most of the later chess players commented on this game in this way.

[(previously omitted)

In this game, the No. 20 second hand played by the Jinto chess player seems to be mediocre at first glance, or it may be called a bad hand.

(Somewhat)

Up to the 132nd move, the Morishita chess player wanted to forcefully break the game set by the Jinteng chess player. At this time, it was the last battle.

Looking at the overall situation, the only thing that can break the game is the son of Shindo's 22 hands.

Morishita was horrified, and exclaimed "the hand of God", and then surrendered. ]

Of course, some people say that Jinteng has too many calculations, too much craftsmanship, no changes, smooth, natural aura, and it is unworthy to be praised as "the hand of God".