Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 86 Blonde Fiancée? Thank you, no need.

"The minister vomited!"

"Is she sick?!"

"Get him to the medical ward quickly!"

"It's alright." The head of the kendo club raised his hand to stop the others.

"minister--"

The head of the kendo club gently shook his head: "I'm not sick, I'm just scared."

Harm, fear.
No one dared to make a sound.

The head of the kendo club wiped his lips with a towel, put on his mask, and pulled the rope twice.

Put on the protective gear on both hands, picked up the bamboo knife, and stood up.

Take your time.

He walked step by step toward the starting line, recalling his first kendo practice and his kendo teacher's words of advice: Kendo is not just about sword skills and winning or losing; more importantly, it is about learning the path of life from kendo.

How should we view winning?
How to handle the loss?
How to persevere?

How to calm the mind?

The minister stood at the starting line, feeling that he had found a tiny bit of the answer.

But I'm still scared.

How could I not be afraid? This was a battle I was certain to lose, one that I would be killed in a single blow.

He himself vomited from fear before the battle.

The kendo club is very likely to be disbanded.

The thought of it makes me feel nauseous again.

Stop thinking, just do it.

The minister stood at the starting line, drew his bamboo sword, and offered the tip of the sword.

Just like wearing protective gear, repeating the same action hundreds or thousands of times will naturally calm his mind.

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

The student acting as referee hesitated to call "start," and the two players on the field remained motionless, as if they had become statues.

"What are you doing?" Miyako asked, displeased.

The referee gritted his teeth: "Start!"

The two of them stood up instantly.

'I am the minister, I am the general, I am the swordsman, I will never retreat!'

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" The general abandoned everything, no, he risked everything.

He mobilized all his strength, intelligence, and willpower.

The bamboo sword tore through the air, instantly unleashing a rain of swords.

The system's Aoyama Risa dances in the rain with absolute composure, bringing a visually elegant aesthetic.

He parried, deflected, used the momentum, knocked it down, pushed it aside, and then—

"sudden!"

Everything came to a sudden stop.

A strong urge to vomit surged up my throat, and tears uncontrollably filled my eyes.

As the scenery blurred before his eyes, the other party sheathed his sword and left, reminding the minister of the perspective of a loser in a TV series before their death.

Aoyama Risa removed his face shield, and his vision immediately broadened; even the air seemed sweeter.

Everyone was looking at him.

Dressed in a white kendo uniform, with a tall and elegant posture, the sky outside the dojo was vast and blue, and the cherry tree leaves were as green as the sea.

Such a person might spare the life of an enemy, but sometimes they might kill an entire family without batting an eye.

Regardless, almost every woman present felt a flutter in her heart upon seeing him.

Occasionally, men can be tempted, like right now—he's too strong!

Aoyama Risa's hair wasn't even wet, and the protective gear he used definitely didn't smell of sweat; it might even have smelled of soap.

—System, look around at how you're being looked. Do you know where you're not being smart?
The system remained silent throughout.

"What's your name?"

Aoyama Risa turned her head and saw her beautiful, lustrous blonde hair, her full breasts that the white kendo uniform couldn't conceal, her slender waist—the true face of the sword princess.

“Aoyama Ryou,” he replied. The Sword Maiden took a step forward: “You went easy on me?”

"No."

"lie!"

"I really didn't, I swear." For some reason, Aoyama Ryo had the feeling that his girlfriend had caught him cheating.

"Let's do it again!"

"Alright," Miyako Yaeko finally said.

Everyone held their breath, remembering the reason for this competition.

The kendo club was defeated by one against five, and the core member was beaten to tears. Although he insisted that he was bleeding and vomiting due to excessive pressure, neither his strength nor his mental fortitude would satisfy the student council.

The student council was indeed dissatisfied, but the student council president was very satisfied with Aoyama Ryou.

"From now on, the funding for the kendo club will be halved, and boys and girls will share one dojo," Miyako Yaeko announced.

The kendo club breathed a sigh of relief; as long as they survived, nothing else mattered.

"President, I want to have another match with Aoyama!" the blonde swordswoman said in a stern voice.

“Sure.” Miyako Yaeko smiled. “If you lose, the funding for kendo will be reduced by 10%; if you win, you will also receive a reward of 10% more funding.”

She then looked at Aoyama Rika: "If you lose once, the audience for the Sunny Day Band will increase by ten people."

Aoyama Risa got excited.

“What if I win?” he asked.

“Go on a date with me.”

Does braising or reheating make any difference to the pig?

Moreover, Aoyama Osamu is currently facing a serious debt crisis.

Sword Maiden didn't accept the challenge, not because she didn't want to, but because she was held back by the members of the women's kendo club.

Club activities are impossible without funding. We recently received a new batch of bamboo knives and protective gear, so there's no rush. But the Jade Dragon Flag is right in front of us. What are we going to do about the registration fee, transportation fee, accommodation and food expenses for the shared accommodation?
In previous years, before the competition, professional swordsmen would be invited to provide short-term special training for the participants, relying on club funds and fundraising from the community. This year, if they want to continue this activity, the fundraising ratio will definitely be even higher.

Therefore, the budget absolutely cannot be reduced any further!

After all, the opponent is a swordsman, so there's no way to win.

Aoyama Osamu would rather sacrifice himself to go on a date with Miyako Yaeko than allow the Sunny Day Band to gain ten more audience members.

Cut them down one by one, until the kendo club runs out of funds!
This is a personal enmity.

Aoyama Ryo still had official business to attend to.

“I don’t teach,” he told the kendo club, “but if you think that sparring like today’s is useful for the competition, I’m willing to be your sparring partner!”

"Please!" The head of the kendo club bowed deeply to him.

"No need to be so polite, it's really great that I can help you." Aoyama Riya quickly bowed in return.

If someone bows to him, he will bow back, regardless of whether he likes the etiquette or not.

“I don’t need to improve my swordsmanship,” the minister said sincerely. “I just need to overcome my inner cowardice. Once you are no longer afraid of Aoyama-kun, I can truly become stronger!”

Aoyama Ryo felt that the fact that the previous four had all perished, and that he was left to carry the expectations alone, and that he was able to rise again after being overwhelmed by pressure, showed that the minister was already very strong.

He would never say that aloud; it would be too arrogant.

Besides, he wasn't the one who won the game.

Aoyama Osamu looked at Miyako Yaeko and asked her, "If we beat them like this, won't we lose our budget?"

"No," Miyako Yaeko laughed. "You're so good to Sword Princess, have you fallen for her?"

"Why only mention Fiora, Minister?"

"If you beat me, I'll marry you. We'll get married as soon as you turn eighteen!" promised the blonde swordswoman, who possessed both Western glamour and Eastern charm.

"Elsa, you've already lost!" a female member hurriedly reminded her.

"That's true. From now on, I am Aoyama-kun's fiancée!"

"Elsa!" "Senior!"

While the female members were anxious, they vaguely suspected that Elsa was not actually opposed to marrying Aoyama Ryo.

She used to only like swordsmanship, but now it's entirely possible that she's fallen in love with Mitsurugi Aoyama at first sight.

Aoyama-kun's appearance is also so outstanding.
Nothing else matters anymore; good looks and impeccable swordsmanship are enough to make her a suitable husband.

No one is perfect. Having one or two favorite places is enough.

Aoyama ignored him; this kind of topic was a quagmire, and once you stepped into it, you would sink deeper and deeper—this was a lesson he had learned from "Detective A".

(End of this chapter)