Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Kitahara Tsutomu retreated his body and tilted his head slightly to the side to avoid the attack.

"what!"

Dong Dituo watched helplessly as his bamboo sword was less than a millimeter away from slashing Loneliness.

He really didn't expect that Beiyuan Zun would react so quickly.

'This is the body method.'

If he didn't think it was a bit childish, Kitahara Tsuyoshi really wanted to yell out.

A master-level dodge is a full-level dodge that has become part of your instincts and has become muscle memory.

When dodging, the body may move before the brain even reacts.

Brain: Let me think about it.

Body: No, don’t even think about it.

The upper part is as powerful as fire, but while ensuring aggressiveness, one must also bear the risks that come with it.

If you miss a target, then...

"The empty door is exposed, all the holes are exposed!"

Beiyuan Zun's eyes narrowed, and his body shot out like a spring stretched to the limit, thrusting his sword straight forward while roaring loudly: "Thrust!!!"

Kitahara Takashi thinks it's stupid to remind the opponent where to attack when attacking.

If someone who learned the Mad Dog Fist came instead, he would probably die of laughter.

But that’s the rule of kendo competition, you have to shout.

From stillness to movement, then suddenly pausing, and then stabbing out with all his strength again, Beiyuan Zun's speed and trajectory reached an incredible level.

The thrust was clean and neat, without any drag.

At this moment, Kitahara Tsutomu displayed to the fullest the momentum of Japanese swordsmanship in which a single sword strike could decide life or death.

The switch between offense and defense was too fast. In the blink of an eye, Dong Dituo had no time to adjust. He could only watch as the unstoppable bamboo sword easily pierced his throat.

The nail guard has a downward extension which is a thick resin plate.

It is this thick resin plate that protects the throat.

However, even with protective gear, one cannot escape the impact of the bamboo sword piercing straight through.

Dongdituo was also prepared for a pain in his throat, but the expected pain did not come. Beiyuan Zun's thrust was like a silver-pewter spear tip, which only caused a slight shock when it pierced Dongdituo's throat, and there was no pain at all.

"elder brother!"

Dongdilicai's face suddenly turned pale, and he forgot that he was a referee and hurried forward.

"How are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

The Dongdi siblings are just like most siblings. Although they usually quarrel and even fight, if anyone dares to bully him/her, both sides will fight to the death.

"I am fine."

Dong Dituo shook his head, and then, with a grateful tone, he said to Beiyuan Zun: "Junior brother, thank you."

Dongdituo knew that it was Beiyuan Zun who finally stopped.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stand here safely.

"Senior, you're welcome."

Kitahara Takashi couldn't wait to take off his armor and kept fanning himself with his hands.

In this fight, Dongdituo didn't cause him any harm, but he himself was almost stinking to death.

After hesitating for a moment, Dong Dituo couldn't help but ask, "Junior, may I ask, who is your teacher?"

"I don't have a teacher." Kitahara Takashi said truthfully.

"If I'm not mistaken, today is your first time holding a sword, right?" Dong Dituo asked.

Kitahara Tsutomu hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should tell a lie.

After all, it is really hard on one's self-confidence to see a person who has practiced sword for ten years being defeated by a newbie who is holding a sword for the first time.

"Junior Beiyuan, you don't have to care about my feelings. I just want an answer." Beiyuan Zun's hesitation of less than a second was caught by Dong Dituo, and he said sincerely.

Kitahara Tsutomu pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

"Yes, but I often follow kendo competitions and have practiced with a wooden stick privately."

Kamikawa Nari rolled her eyes.

Shit often pays attention to kendo competitions.

These are the rules of kendo competition, and you just saw them today.

"How can this be!"

Before Dong Dituo could say anything, a man with a flat head in the club called out first.

How could someone who had never held a sword have such reaction nerves and make such a textbook thrust?

"really."

Dong Dituo smiled bitterly.

He did not doubt the truthfulness of Kitahara Tsutomu's words.

When he shook hands with Kitahara Takashi for the first time, he already knew that the other party had never been exposed to kendo.

Because his fingers are delicate and his skin is smooth as silk, as smooth as fine silk, people can't help but want to touch it.

It was obvious that his hands had not suffered much hardship, and there were no calluses from holding a sword for a long time.

"Boss, are you saying that what he said is true?"

When everyone heard Dong Dituo's words, their faces were filled with shock, horror, and confusion.

Dong Dituo is the strongest in their club.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the president.

Clubs in colleges and universities, especially sports clubs, do not have as many twists and turns and social relationships as those in society.

If you want to become the president, first of all, you must be able to control the people below you.

If Touchi Taku was just a senior in high school with average swordsmanship, he would never have been able to secure the position of president of the Kendo Club.

But even such a strong man like Dong Dituo actually lost to a newcomer who had never held a sword in his hand for a day.

The absurd feeling is like you are playing solo with a friend, and he beats you even though he has never played the game before, and he beats you with the hero you are best at.

Those who have never experienced the feeling of doubting life and even themselves will never understand.

"Yes."

Although this sounds incredible, even Dong Dituo cannot accept it, but the facts are in front of him, forcing him to believe it.

There are indeed such geniuses in the world.

Talent is something that really exists.

Just like sometimes you study hard but still can’t score as high as those who just play around all day.

"Junior, are you interested in becoming the president of the Kendo Club?"

Whether it was Kitahara Takashi's super strong reaction nerves or the force dissipation during the final thrust, Touchi Taku completely understood that the two were not on the same level at all.

With Kitahara Takashi's strength, Dong Di Taku felt that the position of the kendo club president should be given to Kitahara Takashi.

The people around us looked at each other, feeling weird and uncomfortable, but no one objected.

In Japan, if you want to get ahead, you either have to gain experience or gain experience.

If you can outlast all the seniors, the position of Kendo Club President will almost be yours.

Or conquer everyone with overwhelming strength.

Admiration for the strong is almost engraved in the DNA of this country.

"Senior, I have no interest in being the club president, I'm just putting my name on the list."

Kitahara Takashi just wanted to find someone to test out his acquired skills.

Apart from the kendo club or the sword gym, Kitahara Takashi couldn't find any other place to test his skills.

"That's it."

Dongdi Taku felt sorry.

He really hoped that Kitahara Takashi would agree.

He is already in his third year of high school and will graduate next year, so he will almost retire.

He hopes to find an excellent successor.

Dongdilicai's eyes rolled around, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She smiled and said, "Kihara-kun, can I put your name in for the Yulongqi World Championships?"

Dong Dituo's body shook violently.

Yes.

If he and Kitahara Tsutomu teamed up, wouldn't they be killing each other in this year's Royal Dragon Flag World Championship?

When Dongdilicai mentioned the three words "Yulong Flag", everyone's eyes lit up.

Yes.

How could I forget about this?

The Yulongqi is a high school kendo competition held in Fukuoka every summer by the Nishi-Nihon Shimbun.

There are no preliminaries, and over 500 teams compete annually. In the "pull-out" competition, a strong player can take on five opponents at once. There are many other flag competitions, but none are as famous as the Yulong flag.

In the eyes of all kendo students, the Jade Dragon Flag is the Koshien of baseball.

Japanese society has a high degree of recognition for people with high kendo skills. Young people who can make a name for themselves in the kendo world can basically be successfully recruited as police officers and earn a public salary.

Most of the top players in the annual Japan Championships come from the Metropolitan Police Department or prefectural police.

Beiyuan Zun said seriously: "That's why I came here."

Kitahara Takashi actually didn't really want to participate in the competition.

Because most of the games are on rest days, he doesn't want to waste his rest time on such things.

However, he promised Longzhutao.

We must put a damper on the arrogance of the Metropolitan Police Department Director's son.

This is also the reason why he challenged Dongdituo to a competition.

If he had just joined the Kendo Club as an ordinary member, he would not have had a chance to compete in the Jade Dragon Flag competition.

People should hide their shortcomings appropriately, but don't hide everything.

Only by properly demonstrating your value can you let others know your importance.

"It is our duty to restore the glory of the Aoba Kendo Club."

When Dong Dituo heard that Kitahara Tsutomu agreed, the smile on his face was about to break from his ears.

Stable.

The Yulong flag is stable this time.

It's not just him.

Almost all members of the Kendo Club are looking forward to this year's Jade Dragon Flag.

They see hope.

Dongdituo subconsciously looked at the wall of honor.

One wall is pure white, as clean as Tottenham's Hall of Fame, spotless.

But this year, it looks like he might be able to add something to the wall.

*

After changing out of the smelly kendo club uniforms, Kitahara Takashi rubbed his bald skin with soap in the kendo club shower room before coming out.