Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

The men's individual competition was much more confrontational, and Yuuki Shirata's eyes wandered between several arenas. The more intense the elimination, the stronger the individual players who survived in the later stage, and the moves they played could be seen differently. Most of the genres are juniors of a certain swordsman.

The physical quality of some high school students is actually similar to that of most adults, and the physical quality of those who participate in kendo clubs and judo is even stronger.

Well, what kind of genre is it, Shirata Yuuki couldn't tell, but the kendo celebrities on the podium all watched it with relish.

"There is a shadow of the Metropolitan Police Department in the fight."

"The move in the fourth arena, is it Kawamoto's student?"

In the next few rounds, many of the students on the field are apprentices and grandchildren of famous kendo players.

Victory in the confrontation also adds luster to your own genre.

Shirata Yuuki thought of the dojo of the head teacher's house. I wonder if there are any apprentices from the Shiroshima family in the contestants? But, what is the style of swordsmanship of the Shimoshima family, and what are the characteristics...

"Hey, the action is so clean."

Shirata Yuuki looked at the fifth arena, and his eyes lit up.

I saw that after the two students finished the ceremony, the one with the red rope walked quickly to attack, and easily stabbed the other side's bamboo sword and stabbed in the throat.

On the battlefield, blood gushed out from the neck.

The second one came up with an imposing slash, pressing step by step without giving people a chance to breathe. This time the opposite side learned to be smart, parrying with the sword and kept retreating, looking for the enemy's flaws in the roundabout, but still Was taken away by the red rope players.

In fact, there is no need to use the sword, because in the next second, the oppressed player will be eliminated!

Nice and clean.

This should be a player who is capable of competing in high-end games, but I don't know which strong school is a student.

"Three, thirty-two strong."

Buchuan's forehead was sweating, and he kept drinking the mineral water in the bottle to relieve his tension.

As long as he can win this round, it means that Mizuno will enter the top sixteen, and if he can enter the top sixteen, he will leave his name on the field.

Seeing that Mizuno ended the fight with a throat piercing, Bucheon clenched his fists: "Okay!!"

"The Minister has won again!"

The girls from Adachi Kachiko also screamed in cooperation. In this area of ​​the rest area, Mizuno attracted enough hatred. Every time he went out of the mall, there would be a group of Yingying Yanyan who would cooperate and scream.

It doesn't fit with the masculinity around, and after returning to the rest, the face after taking off the visor seems to be a little handsome?

acid, citric acid.

"Come, drink water, drink water."

Bucheon behaved like a coach in a boxing match, wishing he could put braces on Mizuno, and then pour tons of water.

"You have already advanced from the top thirty-two to the top sixteen in this way. This is already very powerful. Don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself. Of course, it is better to be able to win."

Fuchuan kept talking: "After all, this is a duel in several counties in the entire Tokyo area. There are strong players in Chiba and Kanagawa counties. If there is a qualifier in Tokyo, you may have already entered. The top eight."

This is their treasure of Kazuko Adachi, not his Bucheon power, but a man who is about to retire who doesn't want to have a second spring in his career, so he has to go to a higher position anyway, so that the monthly pension after retirement will also be many.

The individual competition is going fast, and the champion and runner-up can be decided in one day.

There are multiple cameras in the arena for those who are earnestly doing live broadcasts. The TV station with the national character No. 1 is not a joke. Although the arena is messy, under the command of the director, all the cameras are displayed on the live broadcast screen. Organized.

When the seeded players are on the field, they will shoot the seeded players, and when they are tired of watching it, they will take a shot of Yuuki Shirata on the podium to ensure that the audience will not be too tired, but because of the lack of counter waves, it is inevitably boring.

"Hey, a lot of girls."

The director cut to the F position, and the cameraman focused on the screaming Adachi Kachiko girl group.

In a gym full of male hormones, this is indeed a breath of fresh air.

"Ah!"

F number shot happened to be the screams of the girls when Mizuno won, and it was an excellent and youthful material.

However, just as Mizuno came down from the arena and was about to walk into the shooting range, the camera immediately turned away. On the TV station, a dialogue and discussion between the anchor and the master of kendo began, to popularize the knowledge of kendo to the audience in front of the TV.

Just like not every Chinese person knows kung fu, and the island people are not all ninja warriors.

"Oh no."

Hu Shijian looked at the newly released battle table, and his expression was a bad one: "The opponent in the next game is Ni no Mori."

"In the just-concluded Tokyo qualifiers, he won the second place in the individual competition. This is a rival."

When Hu Shijian said this, Fuchuan was also anxious, but he still calmly said: "Those who can make it to the top sixteen must be selected, and the rest, I guess they are also in the county qualifiers. Seed players, don't worry, Mizuno has proven his strength along the way, all we have to do is to believe in him."

"Do you see me nervous? Not at all nervous."

No, Hu Shijian is embarrassed to say that Fuchuan is obviously nervous after saying such a long series of words, and there is no more water in the mineral water bottle, so don't drink any more!

"The third arena, Adachi Ichitaka Mizuno Sora, against Yu Wenguan II's Mori Takashi."

"Please prepare the two players."

An old man in a kendo uniform on the rostrum smiled: "This is your grandson Erzhi Mori."

"Haha, it's my unsatisfactory grandson." Another white-haired, shining-eyed old man nodded with a sigh.

"Walking like a tiger, it's obviously hard work."

"Hey~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Don't talk about it, he's just an unsatisfactory guy. He didn't win the qualifier championship by one point, which made me mad, but fortunately he was the general team competition. Entering the national competition."

"It's still too weak, let's lose the name of our Erzhi Mori family."

After such an undisguised act of coercion, there was a mutual blowing breath on the rostrum.

"It looks like a dark horse on the opposite side, but it's almost the same after this step."

"The Ni no Mori family is best at sharp attacks, haha, I don't know how many rounds the opposing player can parry."

"The champion in the Tokyo qualifiers hasn't been eliminated yet. If we encounter it next, we can't say it will be another battle."

Mizuno?

I have never heard of any famous kendo with this surname. Since they can go this far, they will not be a wild way. It should be a well-behaved student trained by which dojo.