Fujino vs. Okita Soji

"But it seems that Hattori Heiji isn't here. In that case, we'll probably have to face each other in the finals later."

Okita Soji politely extended his hand. "I've heard you're very strong. I wonder who's stronger between us. Anyway, please take care of me!"

"It seems we share the same idea."

Fujino smiled slightly and extended his hand to shake it.

"That's right!"

Okita Soji suddenly remembered that he had just witnessed Ooka Momiji delivering a lunchbox to Fujino.

As a classmate, he was curious about the relationship between the young lady and the general.

Out of curiosity, he quietly asked Fujino, "By the way, what's your relationship with that big-breasted girl?"

"Big-breasted girl...?"

Fujino hesitated for a moment. "So you're talking about Momiji, right?"

"Yeah, I think I just saw her bring you a boxed lunch."

Okita Soji asked in a low voice, "By the way, could that big-breasted girl be Fujino- kun's girlfriend?"

Fujino: "..."

Giving someone a nickname is not a polite thing to do.

However, it must be said that this description is quite apt.

"I'm sorry..."

Okita Soji chuckled awkwardly, "After all, she always seems so aloof, so I'm just a little curious."

Fujino: "..."

Kudo's appearance, and the shape of Heiji's head.

You didn't inherit the good aspects.

You've inherited the instinct to gossip, haven't you?

Fujino paused for a moment, but the smile on his face remained.

However, he tightened his grip on the other person's hand slightly and chuckled, "Okita Soji, is that right? In that case, please take care of me later."

'It hurts...'

Okita Soji suddenly felt a sharp pain and quickly pulled his hand away.

He took two steps back and looked at Fujino with some confusion.

Why is this guy suddenly reacting so strongly?

It's just like a hydraulic press!

So there really is something fishy going on, right?!

After the break, the competition continued. Under Fujino's leadership, Teitan High School quickly defeated Kaito and secured their place in the finals.

"Victory goes to Teitan High School!"

"Well..."

Standing by the field, listening to the referee announce the result, Toyama Kazuha sighed as expected, "We lost, just as I thought!"

Despite the fact that the average academic strength of students at this Kaibara High School is very high.

The commander who replaced Hattori Heiji, Aine, is also a very powerful figure.

But compared to Fujino, it still wasn't enough.

In the end, he could only manage one win, one loss, and one draw, and was eventually eliminated in the final round.

Although they lost, it was still within expectations.

"Feel sorry..."

After being lifted onto the stretcher Aine uttered a few words and then lost consciousness.

"Aine, you're amazing! Hang in there and don't fall asleep!"

The teammates, who were surrounded by tears, seemed to see Aine's honest and kind face waving to them from above the clouds...

"Hateful..."

Toyama Kazuha lamented, "If Heiji were here, Aine definitely wouldn't have..."

"Kazuha -chan, even if Heiji came, the result would be the same."

Hattori Shizuka came down from the stands, patted her shoulder and said helplessly, "Even Heiji couldn't possibly beat Fujino. As the captain who replaced Heiji, he has no regrets for being able to play to this level."

Fujino holding a flowering Wooden Sword. "..."

Hey, why are you guys making such a tragic scene?

This person isn't dead yet, is he?!

Are all Osaka people this silly?

So the person really didn't die!

I think there's still a chance to save him!

"Kinki Kendo Tournament Men's Team Finals!"

"Teitan High School captain Fujino faces Izumi Shin High School captain Okita."

The final match began quickly. The referee stood in the middle of the field, marked with white lines, waving a red and white flag. "Please bring forward the captains of both teams!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fujino stepped forward wearing a black protective suit and a belt with the word "Fujino" hanging from it. Okita Soji, who was opposite him, was also wearing the same protective suit, except that his belt had the word "Okita" hanging from it.

The final match of the kendo competition.

Fujino vs Okita Soji!

The audience in the venue immediately became restless.

After all, it's Kyoto's Okita Soji versus Tokyo's Fujino.

This in itself is a duel between two of the most outstanding swordsmen in the East and West.

"Get your spirits up! Show some drive, Fujino- Senior!"

Sonoko stood up in the audience and shouted at the top of her lungs, "We must beat that guy, Chong, to a pulp!"

The shouts echoed throughout the Naniwa Arena, and the audience couldn't help but turn their gaze toward the source of the sound.

Ran, who was sitting next to the Sonoko, immediately turned into a socially awkward orchid, lowering her head as if afraid of being seen.

Although Sonoko shouted the same thing during the last karate tournament.

This isn't the first time.

But...

Sonoko, stop shouting, I'm scared!

"..."

Standing on the stage, Fujino turned around and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He originally thought that being a social butterfly was already quite impressive.

I never expected there to be something even more intense...

Could this be the legendary social terrorist?

"Contestants, get ready!"

The referee's voice drew everyone's attention back to the field.

"Okita, let's settle this once and for all."

Fujino turned to look at Okita Soji, gripping the Wooden Sword in his hand tighter, lowering his stance, and bringing the sword close to his side as if drawing a sword.

"The art of drawing the sword?"

"Using Wooden Sword is really unnecessary... never mind."

Okita Soji glanced at the opponent's stance with interest, and then adopted his own stance as well.

"The match begins!"

"Ha!"

As soon as the referee stepped back, Fujino quickly drew his Wooden Sword and charged straight at Okita Soji.

Okita Soji did not meet the attack head-on, but instead retreated. As he retreated rapidly, he also drew his Wooden Sword and tentatively blocked Fujino's vertical slash.

"Smack!"

The two Wooden Sword collided in mid-air, producing a crisp sound.

Fujino continued forward, drew back his Wooden Sword, and slashed horizontally at his opponent once more.

Okita Soji did not intend to meet the attack head-on. He quickly lowered his body and moved back towards the white line boundary behind him.

At the same time, he held the Wooden Sword to Fujino's throat, waiting for the other to be propelled to the tip of the sword by inertia.

Fujino naturally saw through Okita Soji's trick.

He stomped his left foot on the floor, paused, and quickly stopped on his knees.

At the same time, he lowered his body, pointed his Wooden Sword at the upper right half of the opponent's body, and did not continue to follow up.

If they hadn't held their ground, an ordinary person would probably have already run into a knife's edge and lost a point.

Losing a point is a small matter; if it were a real knife, it would probably pierce the throat directly.

"Such a fast sword-drawing technique... only offense, no defense..."

The two Wooden Sword crossed in mid-air, Okita Soji swallowed hard. He glanced at the white line to the side and swallowed again.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Fujino, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "What school of swordsmanship do you use?"

Fujino was not surprised that Okita Soji had seen through his attack.

After all, those two moves just now were a test of me.

Fujino pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu."