Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 85 One vs Five
The Kendo Club sent out its second striker.

He walked to the starting line and looked at Aoyama Ryo.

Wearing a mask, even his eyes were hidden in the depths of darkness, like an empty ghost.

No, it's not a ghost, but the god of swordsmanship descending upon this swordsmanship robe!

Cifeng took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and presented the tip of his sword.

The tips of their swords touched, and both men crouched down.

"Begin!" the presiding judge announced.

"Yaaaaaah!!" Cifeng roared, unleashing his full power.

"Card!"

The system, Qingshan Li, moved with lightning speed, passing by Cifeng and immediately turning around, assuming a posture ready to pursue at any moment.

"Score for the torso!" The three referees raised their flags.

In a real match, the second striker would have been ripped open.

Another decisive blow.

The kendo club was completely silent.

In this deathly silence, System Aoyama Risa walked back to the starting line and once again assumed the stance of standing still with her sword in hand.

Pushed by the blonde swordswoman who was acting as his vice commander, the mid-ranking officer finally snapped out of his daze, quickly put on his mask, picked up his bamboo sword, and went into battle.

"Hoo~, hoo~" Zhongjian took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

This matter concerns the survival of the club. Unless something unexpected happens later, the five members that the Kendo Club has sent out are the lineup that Kaiming High School will field in the Jade Dragon Flag competition.

In such a team, both the vanguard and the second-in-command were wiped out in one strike.

Now, it's his turn.

A draw, no, even just a little longer would be good!

A game lasts five minutes; if you survive for twenty seconds, you win!
The middleman stood on the starting line and handed over the bamboo knife.

The tips of their swords touched.

'Oh no!' Zhongjian felt a wave of numbness wash over his body, whether it was his imagination or not.

He quickly gripped the bamboo knife tightly to prevent himself from falling from reality into the abyss of fear.

The familiar and reliable touch allowed the center to catch his breath, and the numbness faded like an illusion.

Both sides crouched down.

"Begin!" the referee announced.

Zhongjian swallowed hard and waited intently.

Regardless of how the other party's thoughts change, System Aoyama Risa, like a true level boss, has only one response when faced with a challenge—

He stepped forward, sword in hand.

The moment that foot left the ground, Zhongjian felt an instinctive command: Retreat!

But the opponent's speed seemed to be even faster than his instinctive reaction!
System·Aoyama Risa moved with elegant steps, yet with a strange technique, as if tearing through space, she brought them closer together.

The bamboo knife was used.

"sudden!"

The voice of System Aoyama Ryo was as crisp and clear as he was when he wore his kendo uniform. Not only women, but even men didn't dislike it.

"Thrust, thrust to the throat, score!" Even though he was mentally prepared, the student acting as the referee still couldn't contain his surprise.

The system's sword, belonging to Aoyama Ryo, was pressed against Zhongjian's throat.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Zhongjian remained completely still, as if standing there, letting the other side stab him in the throat.

Some of the new students looked at the backbone, the senior student who was usually looked up to, with puzzlement.

The core player returned to the preparation area, took off his face shield, and wiped away tears with the back of his hand.

"Don't cry," Cifeng comforted her, feeling much better.

"Fool, my tears are the same as blood, who's crying!" Zhongjian roared.

He looked at his lieutenant: "Elsa, please be careful!"

The vice-president is the head of the women's kendo club, also known as the blonde swordswoman.

She had already put on her mask, picked up her bamboo sword, and got up to enter the arena.

"She must be eager to get started." Cifeng's gaze followed the figure closely.

“In terms of skill, Sword Maiden is stronger than the Admiral. Perhaps she has a chance. Aoyama Risa’s strength is not strong.” Jun Aizawa looked at Aoyama Risa.

"Have you ever felt the power of sword control?" Zhongjian had already given Aoyama Risa a nickname.

Jun Aizawa didn't find it abrupt at all.

Compared to arts and culture clubs, sports clubs are more chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur). The tennis club has a prince, the baseball club has a Qiankun Yizhi (a character from a popular Chinese novel), the soccer club has a Liuxing Yishan (a character from a popular Chinese novel), and the kendo club has a sword saint and a sword princess.

“Aoyama and I are in the same class, and he often loses to me in arm wrestling,” Aizawa Jun said.

The blonde Fiora walks to the starting line.

She adjusted her breathing, trying not to get too excited. Powerful, absolutely powerful.

Elsa Amayu has practiced kendo since childhood. She only acknowledges that a few men are stronger than her, but she has never felt that men are powerful.

She can cut down anyone weaker than her;
Even those stronger than her, she can still defeat using skill and tactics.

The only man the student council brought in made her admit from the bottom of her heart that he was truly powerful.

Regardless of age, race, or gender, it is utterly powerful.

She had longed for such an opponent for a long time!
Fiora stands at the starting line, gracefully drawing her sword.

The tips of their swords touched.

Both sides crouched down.

"start!"

"Ah!!!!" The Fiora erupted like a sudden bolt of lightning.

The sound of stomping feet on the floor seemed to shake the entire dojo.

The bamboo sword in his hand moved forward in a curved path, its tip always pointing at the throat of System Aoyama Ryo.

Strength and speed were unleashed in an instant.

The next moment, Fiora stopped all her movements!
System Aoyama Ryo only raised her hand slightly, and she felt an oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe—if she really used this move, her throat would be pierced!
come!

"Ah!!!" Fiora roared in battle.

Let's see if you kill me first, or I kill you!

Besides courage, Fiora also possesses powerful skills, including a powerful attack that appears to be a knockback to the face but is actually a knockback to the small hand.

Snapped!Snapped!
As the bamboo swords clashed, the System Aoyama Risa swept away the swordswoman's attack like a falling leaf.

The system, led by Aoyama Ryo, has taken its first step.

'I'm going to get hit!' A strong premonition sent a chill down Fiora's spine.

At the critical moment, Fiora turned her head to the side, avoiding the 'face' and taking the blow with her shoulder.

Fortunately, the opponent wasn't very fast!

Observe carefully, even very slowly!
Is the other party deliberately letting the water flow?
How could someone with such powerful swordsmanship be so slow?!

Someone went easy on me; someone went easy on me. Fiora repeated this fact.

My heart was racing, blood rushed to my face, and I felt like I was melting.

Unforgivable.

The Fiora, sword in hand, assumed a stance, her senses sharper than ever before.

The hands gripping the bamboo knife were burning hot, and the whole body felt like it was on fire.

“Tortoise!” System Aoyama Ryosuke said.

Footsteps, bamboo knife, and breathing, accompanied by sound, were instantly synchronized.

C-level force, D-level speed, and C-level volume, all condensed into a single point.

He hadn't spoken during the attack that almost eliminated Fiora, but now he spoke.

Fiora experienced the difference firsthand.

escape!
We have no choice but to run!
She hid her right little hand and face;

The left hand holding the bamboo knife protects the right waist.

The face, the little hands, the torso—all hidden away!

Faced with this ultimate evasive situation, System Aoyama Risa did not stop attacking and swung his sword.

A sword strike of unparalleled precision.

The bamboo sword struck the left side of the body, bounced back, and was then pulled back, striking the swordswoman again.

The audience erupted in cheers, with many standing up as if they could see the swordswoman and her weapon being cleaved in two.

Cutting-edge technology.

Perfect swordsmanship.

"...Tong, Tong scores!"

Before Fiora could react, System Aoyama Risa had already returned to the starting line, standing silently with her sword in hand.

No matter who it is, even if it's Fiora, it makes no difference in His eyes.

Anyone who dares to approach will be cut off.

Everyone was breathing heavily, feeling the System Aoyama Risa stepping on their chests.

"I can't lose for the sake of the Kendo Club." The Kendo Club president gasped for breath as he picked up his face shield.

The expectations of their elders, years of hard work, the admonitions of their parents, and the staking of their entire future.
The pressure that causes suffocation.

"Ugh!!" The head of the kendo club vomited.

(End of this chapter)