Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 62 Follow the Rules
Although it was only morning, the kendo club's private training ground was already bustling with activity.

As a popular sports club at Shinkiin High School, the Kendo Club already has a large number of participants, and students naturally gather together whenever there is something exciting to see in the otherwise boring high school life.

"Who is today's challenger? They actually challenged the president right off the bat."

"Yu Jianming, a name I've never heard of. I'm supposed to be a freshman in high school."

"That's strange. If he's someone who started joining the kendo club in middle school, he must have heard of President Tenyu's reputation, right?"

"Indeed, the club president won three league championships during junior high school, and this year he will lead the kendo club to compete for the Jade Dragon Flag."

"Could it be one of those family-inherited styles? Isn't the president one?"

"Who knows? I just hope it's not some show-off idiot."

"Oh, that guy's here! Wait, why isn't he wearing protective gear?!"

When Yujian entered the dojo, a large crowd had already gathered there.

They all came here specifically because they heard that someone was going to challenge the president.

Surrounded by onlookers, Yu Jian didn't feel nervous at all; he just didn't like socializing, not that he was socially anxious.

But this bamboo knife in my hand...

He weighed the sword in his hand, revealing an expression of great discomfort.

The so-called bamboo sword is a training tool designed to reduce the risk of injury during training and make the sword-making process safer.

It consists of four bamboo strips arranged symmetrically at an angle, with the middle section bound and secured by nylon or cowhide rope. The tip is also wrapped in leather and reinforced with glue. Relying on the deformation of the highly resilient bamboo strips, it absorbs the impact force upon striking, reducing potential damage.

When used with protective gear, practitioners can engage in high-intensity combat training at full speed and strength without needing to consume a fellow disciple (a big mistake) or even a master (a huge mistake) each time.

This is quite necessary when teaching dangerous skills like swordsmanship.

However, the invention of the bamboo sword also propelled the transformation of ancient swordsmanship from a "killing technique" to a "competitive sport" like modern Kendo.

The reason is not complicated: bamboo swords are very light, and in modern kendo, a point is scored as long as it hits the target; two points are enough to win. As a result, many sword techniques have changed, and some have even become only applicable to competitive kendo.

Some people feel that this is castrating swordsmanship, turning what was originally a killing technique into a child's game, and therefore they find it extremely disgusting.

Miken's view on bamboo swords wasn't so extreme.

Even from the most ruthless pragmatism perspective, bamboo swords can effectively increase the efficiency and success rate of swordsmanship inheritance, thereby cultivating more swordsmen to join the battlefield.

Once you've mastered swordsmanship using a bamboo sword, you only need to go through a short period of adjustment before switching to a real sword.

The reverse is also true, but of course it takes some time.

Yu Jian tried wielding the bamboo sword, but felt extremely awkward. His mind subconsciously recalled a famous line from a certain monkey.

Light! Light! Too light! It doesn't fit my hand!

Unfortunately, since there was no Dragon King of the East Sea to provide him with a suitable weapon for free in reality, he had no choice but to repeatedly swing the bamboo knife in order to quickly get used to the novel feel of this weapon, which was different from a real sword.

The noise around the arena grew louder and louder, and a kind-hearted person couldn't help but loudly remind Yujian to quickly change into protective gear, otherwise he might really get hurt.

But gradually, those sounds stopped on their own.

"Sigh, should I say he truly deserves to be called a wise ruler?"

Aizen Yurika appeared at the edge of the dojo at some point, now wearing a satisfied smile, but no one around her was paying attention to this beautiful scene.

In the center of the dojo, Yujian frowned and kept swinging his bamboo sword.

A faint, invisible phantom appeared around him, the air seemed to be distorted and deformed as if scorched by flames, and the entire stadium fell into complete silence. Sweat began to seep from everyone's foreheads, as if they were near a furnace radiating intense heat.

But they remained intently focused on the figure wielding the bamboo knife.

call--

call----

call------

A heavy, silent aura filled the surroundings. He was merely wielding a light bamboo knife, yet the surrounding atmosphere seemed to transform into a drumhead, which he pounded at will. The sound of the wind rose from low to high before returning to silence, but it gave the impression that the entire arena was beginning to tremble slightly.

"Oh, I'm starting to get the hang of it."

Yu Jian gripped the bamboo sword with one hand, held it horizontally at his side, and then swung the sword down from above.

boom! ! !
There were no overly exaggerated lighting effects, but the airflow seemed to be surging wildly in all directions as if fleeing.

"That's pretty much it."

Yu Jian let out a breath, took off the black-rimmed glasses that Bai He Xiang had given him. He needed to do some exercise afterward, and if he broke them, his wife would definitely lecture him, and he would look terrible. Noticing that his bangs were getting a bit long, he remembered the old story of forgetting to go to the barbershop, and couldn't help but sigh that having a photographic memory didn't mean he would never forget things.

Incidentally, Yu Jian raised his hand and brushed his bangs back.

Upon seeing this action, Aizen Yurika stopped laughing. She suddenly realized that even in a male-dominated sports club like the Kendo Club, there were a certain number of female members.

"Oh, that's bad."

Lily raised her hands expressionlessly in advance to cover both ears, her lips pursed into a slightly protruding curve.

Just as she had predicted, screams suddenly erupted in the dojo.

Leaving aside the boys, the female members all took a deep breath and cheered. Seeing is believing. They had only seen some rumors on the campus forum, but they never expected that the real person would be a hundred times more attractive than the photos.

Unlike the girls' excitement and frenzy, the boys were silent for a moment before someone spoke first.

"Why isn't the president here yet?"

"Yeah, I really hope to see the club president beat that freshman to a pulp."

“But he seems to have some ability. Is the president okay?” Some people also raised different opinions.

"What do you think? That's President Tenyu, the one known as 'Sword of the Demon God of Shinkiin,' Ouch."

The speaker kept clenching his fist and waving his hands, clearly having great confidence in Amane Rinne, but when he mentioned her nickname, he still accidentally bit his tongue.

"To be honest, I've always found that nickname hard to pronounce."

"Undeniable."

There was another moment of silence, but the words that broke the silence were rather strange.

"Uh, don't you guys think that freshman is really handsome?"

"Something's not right with you!" The other boys immediately moved away from the speaker.

"I didn't! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

"I just think that if we let him and the president have a trial sparring session during next year's recruitment, would that attract more girls to join our kendo club?"

Upon hearing this, the boys were silent at first, then gathered around excitedly, taking turns raising their hands to pat the member who had spoken on the shoulder.

"My friend, you're a genius!"

"It's undeniable! It's absolutely undeniable!"

Amidst the fervor of the crowd, someone rested their chin on their hand and said:
"The premise is that the new students survive the president's clutches first, right?"

"He wasn't even wearing protective gear; he'll definitely get a severe scolding from the president."

"Well, that's true."

"really."

“Not necessarily,” a deep voice objected.

The newcomer was none other than Daisuke Yamauchi, who was carrying a pair of protective gear, but his eyes were unusually solemn.

Despite having only studied modern competitive kendo, Daisuke Yamauchi was undoubtedly a talented individual. Before Suzune Amaga entered Shinkiin High School, he was the one who, believing himself to be the leader, led the kendo club to challenge the tournament twice, but unfortunately, they never won the championship, losing to the final round each time.

But what he just saw confirmed one thing for Daisuke Yamauchi.

Perhaps, this time the challenger... is the company president!

Why weren't you wearing protective gear?!

An angry voice drowned out all the discussion.

Then, the club president, Amayu Suzune, was seen walking briskly towards the center of the dojo.

She had changed into her kendo uniform, her high ponytail was loose and completely wrapped in a headscarf, and she was equipped with armor to protect her body, armor to protect her wrists and forearms, and armor to protect her waist and thighs. The only thing she hadn't put on was the headgear, which was called 'face'.

That angry face was thus exposed to everyone's gaze without any attempt to conceal it.

Tianyu Lingyin's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes widened, her upper body leaned slightly forward, and her steps grew heavier and heavier. Her right hand gripped the hilt of her bamboo sword so tightly that it creaked. She resembled an enraged female leopard.

"Protective gear must be worn in kendo duels!"

"Why aren't you following the rules?!"

(End of this chapter)