Fujino: Replace Them!

After the ranking tournament, Suwa Yuji accompanied Fujino as they walked out of the Kendo Association's arena.

Suwa Yuji couldn't help but laugh and cry, saying, "Others usually need at least ten moves to determine a winner, but you, you beat those kids so badly that their mothers wouldn't recognize them in five moves."

"I've tried my best to be lenient, but they just can't seem to get the chance."

Fujino Yuu sighed, looking heartbroken. "Actually, I could have taken them down in one move under normal circumstances. I let them slip through my fingers several times, and I just couldn't keep going. I had no choice but to win."

"That feeling is really uncomfortable."

Suwa Yuji nodded.

What he actually wanted to say was, "Can you at least tell me if you're even speaking human language?"

But thinking about it carefully, if it were him, he would probably do the same.

Then it's alright.

Those who participate in the first-dan ranking competition are usually teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen, or thirteen or fourteen.

Some geniuses can easily beat first-tier players even in amateur ranks, but in reality, first-tier players are just beginners.

Kendo is very unfair; if you can win, you can win. There are no coincidences.

At this point, Fujino's swordsmanship skills had surpassed the first dan level, reaching the seventh or eighth dan level.

He obtained this 7th to 8th dan ranking based on his matches against Suwa Yuji.

At least, when he Suwa Yuji, he was able to access a large database in his brain and Suwa Yuji to a standstill.

With his current strength, he can easily crush those complete newbies; it's like child's play for him.

A dimensional reduction attack.

Suwa Yuji suddenly recalled the previous match where Fujino broke the Wooden Sword of the boy, and chuckled, "But you really don't give those juniors any face at all. You even broke the Wooden Sword of that kid who is called a 'sword genius' and has won ten matches in a row before he was even ranked."

"I didn't expect the Wooden Sword used for the Kendo Association's ranking to be so weak."

Fujino recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but sigh, "The Wooden Sword here are really not as durable as the Wooden Sword at the Konoha Kendo Hall."

"It's just a ranking tournament; the association won't provide very good Wooden Sword."

Suwa Yuji said, "The Wooden Sword you and I use for sparring are all made from the finest bamboo and wood that I commissioned at a high price."

Fujino is now a highly skilled swordsman, and his strength has reached a level that is both inhuman and scientifically advanced.

An ordinary Wooden Sword really couldn't withstand a powerful swing from Fujino.

"I hope that the child whose Wooden Sword you broke won't have his Dao heart shattered just because his sword was broken."

Suwa Yuji, then suddenly sighed.

The shattering of one's Dao heart is evident in many competitive sports.

For example, in Go, if you get completely crushed in a major tournament, you'll definitely have a mental breakdown.

The same applies to kendo ranking competitions.

Especially those geniuses who have never experienced failure.

If you lose a match to a weaker opponent, you'd probably break down completely.

This is what is known as the collapse of one's Dao heart.

If one's Dao heart collapses, at best one will hide under the covers and sob, at worst one will be listless for the rest of their life.

All I can say is that Fujino's methods are simply too ruthless for novices.

They smashed the Wooden Sword in the other person's hand to pieces.

Having talent but lacking virtue is a problem.

Two days later.

With the midterm exams over, Fujino, who had endured three days of intense testing, finally got a well-deserved day off.

To be honest, the kendo exam and the midterm exam both fell into place at the same time.

Although he wasn't physically weak, he still ended up feeling quite exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Fortunately, with the Flame Medal and the University Student Trait, he was much more energetic by the end of the night.

As morning approached, Fujino drove Ran to meet Sonoko at Beika Station...

As usual, Conan, that Shinigami Elementary School Student, followed along.

Today, Ran was wearing a green suit jacket, a beige sweater, a gray-blue pleated skirt, and light yellow over-the-knee socks.

Sonoko's outfit was much simpler: a blue turtleneck sweater and a white pencil skirt.

As for Conan, he's a timeless classic.

Fujino, on the other hand, changed into the suit he had just drawn yesterday.

Suddenly, his entire demeanor improved dramatically.

"So, Conan, what brings you here again?"

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Conan sitting in the back row with a speechless expression.

"Hahaha... I heard that Sister Ran is going bowling. After all, I've never bowled before, so I'm just curious..."

Conan scratched the back of his head, skillfully adopting the demeanor of a child.

Of course, he didn't follow along out of curiosity.

It's just bowling; he's played it before when he was disguised as Kudo Shinichi.

Only...

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Fujino, who was driving.

Fujino also glanced back, feeling a bit of a headache at the Shinigami Elementary School Student who had followed them.

I guess things won't be peaceful today either.

There's Shinigami Elementary School Student, Ran, and Sonoko.

Send!

I reckon something's going to happen today.

Is it at a bowling alley?

Fujino couldn't help but guess in his heart.

I strolled around the streets of Beika City for a while.

Afterwards, the group went to the bowling alley.

Since it wasn't a holiday, there weren't many people in the bowling alley.

After arriving at the bowling alley and paying the usage fee, the group went to a bowling machine.

"Ha!"

Sonoko picked up a bowling ball and laboriously threw it toward the long wooden lane.

Glug glug.

It was originally a straight line.

In the end, it deviated from its normal course and went off track.

"How can it be repaired!"

Sonoko stared at the bowling pins that hadn't been knocked down and clicked her tongue in amazement.

"Hahaha... Just now, Sonoko- neechan, you said you were a bowling expert, so how come you didn't bowl a single one?"

Conan looked at the bowling pins that hadn't fallen down and gave a sly smile, teasing them.

"It's rare for me to get out and relax, but Ran still has to take care of you, you brat."

Upon hearing this, Suzuki Sonoko's face immediately darkened, and she retorted to Conan in an annoyed tone, "Don't you feel ashamed?"

Conan stood tall and ignored Suzuki Sonoko's words.

Anyway, he's a primary school student. If a primary school student were shy, he wouldn't be a primary school student.

"It's my turn!"

Ran had taken off her suit jacket, picked up a bowling ball that had been retrieved from the bowling machine next to her.

He picked it up and weighed it lightly in his hand, then walked to the bowling lane.

She assumed a throwing motion and took a step forward.

Her skirt fluttered as she tossed a red bowling ball from her hand.

The bowling ball is launched in a perfect straight line down the lane.

It knocked down all the pins.

"Amazing!"

Sonoko clapped her hands, "One blow and they're all down!"

Conan, standing nearby, also made a similar expression.

Ran breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the fallen bowling ball.

She then turned to Fujino and said, "Senior, it's your turn."

"It's my turn."

Fujino, who had been sitting in his seat, slowly stood up.

After taking off his suit jacket, revealing the shirt underneath, he rolled up his sleeves and went to the machine next to him.

After taking one bowling ball out of the bowling pin, he went to the bowling lane.

"Call..."

Fujino picked up the bowling ball and weighed it in his hand.

To be honest, his physical strength is increasing a bit too fast right now.

The boost that Swordsman Soldier would normally receive when wielding a sword at full strength becomes his own inherent power after he transforms the Body is the Sword.

The rapid advancement in strength naturally comes with the inability to control one's own power.

People in the Conan World are incredibly resilient; they can beat someone up and so on.

Even if there are some errors, they won't kill you easily.

But bowling is a sport that requires a high degree of control over strength and precision...

We'll see.

At least don't smash the machine like Kyogoku Makoto did.

He didn't want to lose money.

Fujino took a deep breath and struck the same pose as Ran had just done.

Once you reach the desired angle, release your grip.

Then, the bowling ball flew out of Fujino's hands at lightning speed.

The bowling ball flew quickly across the lanes, landing on the wooden surface of the bowling alley after traveling a meter.

Bang!

The bowling ball collides directly with the bowling pins.

It was accompanied by a crisp sound.

The bowling pins have cracked.

Conan: "..."

Suzuki Sonoko: "..."

Ran: "..."

The group looked on with beady eyes.

He stared blankly at the broken bottles inside the machine.

To this, Fujino simply took a deep breath.

Everything seemed to be going as expected.

Turning around, he chuckled at the crowd and said, "It seems there's a problem with the quality of the bowling pins."

"Um, I remember bowling pins are all solid."

Conan then casually remarked, "There shouldn't be any quality issues, right?"

"Yes, Little Brother Conan is right, it must be a quality issue."

As he spoke, Fujino turned his gaze toward Conan.

That kid, he really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics.

Can't you live Shuichi your knowledge?

He didn't want to lose money.

Then, Fujino's lips curled up slightly, and he looked at Conan with a kind expression in his eyes. "Conan, you really know a lot, but this time it really is a quality issue."

The expression on Fujino's face seemed familiar.

Suddenly, Conan recalled memories of being dominated by fear.

Suddenly, Fujino's kind eyes seemed to turn ruthless.

"Ah... I see, it must be a quality issue, that's for sure."

Conan immediately changed the subject.

"So that's how it is."

Ran nodded, clearly believing Fujino's explanation.

"Um... Ran, this is clearly..."

Sonoko looked at her best friend, who had already believed this explanation, and was somewhat speechless.

However, when she turned her head and saw Fujino's friendly and charming smile, she said firmly, "Yes, it must be a problem with the bowling ball's quality."

"I told you it was a quality issue."

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Fujino smiled.

He then waved to the shop owner not far away. "Boss, these bowling targets seem to be broken."

"Change the batch!"