Final Victory

The Wooden Sword swung out at extremely high speed, striking Okita's chest with eight circular slashes.

Okita noticed the eight slashes, but by the time he tried to defend himself, it was too late.

It is unstoppable and undefendable.

Eight slashes surged forth, Okita Soji to retreat repeatedly, even being forced back outside the white lines marking the arena.

The final blow, a thrust!

Fujino sheathed his Wooden Sword, charged up his strength, and smashed the floor beneath his feet once more, his thrust striking Okita Soji squarely in the chest.

"Snap!"

The protective gear in front of Okita was shattered by the power of this attack.

At the same moment, Fujino's Wooden Sword exploded.

"Bang!"

Okita, who was knocked away, slammed heavily against the wall below the stadium stands, his protective gear torn to shreds.

The Wooden Sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he slumped against the wall, somewhat dazed.

"Call..."

Fujino threw away the broken Wooden Sword in his hand and took a deep breath.

He wasn't worried that Okita Soji would be killed.

He controlled his strength when he made the move, so he didn't even cause serious injury.

Moreover, even if he didn't control his strength, Okita's physique wouldn't allow him to die easily.

However, instead of worrying about Okita, you should focus on yourself.

His clothes weren't in very good condition either.

Although the protective gear was not damaged, the sleeves and trouser legs of the kendo uniform had already been torn in several places.

Well-developed muscles were exposed from the torn opening.

Fortunately, it wasn't torn to pieces.

Otherwise, he would have lost his virginity today.

"Sizzle!"

Fujino then pulled off his drooping sleeve.

Something feels off.

He looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

But then the audience fell silent.

After all, all of this just happened in a mere ten seconds.

From Fujino's initial attack to Okita's counterattack with a five-stage thrust, Goto Fujino's Nine-Headed Dragon Flash, some people didn't even see what happened before the match was over.

The field was trampled, the Wooden Sword were smashed, and even the protective gear was broken.

In short, it can be summarized in one sentence.

Inhuman.

"Referee!"

Fujino withdrew his gaze and looked at the referee on the sidelines. "Can you announce the result of the match now?"

"Oh oh!"

The referee hurriedly checked on Okita Soji, not daring to approach rashly, and poked his head with trembling hands. "Um, Okita-kun? Are you... alright...?"

"Fine!"

Okita Soji blocked the referee's finger with his hand, then, leaning on his Wooden Sword, he stood up shakily.

Referee. "..."

Are you sure he's not dead?!

What kind of monsters are you?!

A normal person would probably be seriously injured and near death if beaten like that, right?!

What kind of animals are they?!

Coming to his senses, he shakily raised the red flag in his hand. "Teitan... versus Izumi... the winner Fujino...!"

The referee's voice brought everyone back to their senses.

Although they didn't know what had happened, looking at Fujino with his clothes torn and Okita lying on the sidelines with his equipment smashed, their miserable state already proved who the final winner was.

The stadium erupted in enthusiastic cheers after a period of silence.

"Fujino!"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and loud shouts came from behind.

Fujino turned around and saw the fierce Shizuka charging towards them.

"Um...&%#%...#"

Fujino was squeezed so tightly he could hardly breathe.

Coach, she charged at someone while dribbling the ball!

No, she seems to be the coach.

That's alright then...

"As expected of my favorite student!"

Without saying a word, Hiratsuka Shizuka gave him a bear hug. After letting go, she clenched her fist and shouted like a coach from a hot-blooded anime, "Tonight, I'm treating everyone to ramen!"

"Huff... huff..."

Fujino couldn't help but take two deep breaths.

They were under pressure and were a little oxygen-deprived.

We won!

"They actually defeated that monster Okita!"

"We are the champions!"

Suddenly, his teammates ran onto the field and, upon hearing that Hiratsuka Shizuka was going to treat everyone to ramen, they all celebrated by lifting Fujino up and tossing him into the air.

Deceitful~

Deceitful~

Fujino adjusted his body in mid-air, performed a backflip, and landed steadily on the ground. He looked at the crowd speechlessly. "Do you guys have to be so excited? It's just winning a regular kendo match, not the national tournament..."

"What are you saying?!"

Teammate A said excitedly, "That's Okita Soji, one of the strongest kendo high school students in all of Japan. Even some kendo masters of the seventh or eighth dan level can't compete with him!"

"In previous years, we were always eliminated by this guy!"

Teammate B even cried out, "The dying wish of our president was to lead us to defeat Okita!"

"The president in heaven must be very pleased!"

"Is that so..."

Fujino's brow twitched slightly.

Why does it suddenly feel like a shonen anime?

However, given Okita Soji's A+ level combat strength, even his kendo instructor Suwa Yuji, would probably be defeated.

In the world of swordsmanship, he is indeed considered a top master.

Thinking that way is indeed pretty awesome.

At this moment, Okita Soji, who had recovered, slowly walked over. "Fujino, you won this match!"

"..."

Fujino glanced at Okita Soji's still trembling hands.

It seems like everyone understands without me having to say anything...

"You are one of the strongest opponents I have ever faced..."

A fierce light flashed in Okita's eyes. "Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu, that's a really powerful technique. Is it a style passed down in your family, or your master's style?"

"Well, it's a family heirloom, but I've made some improvements to it... Isn't your Five-Segment Thorn also something you improved yourself?"

To be honest, he couldn't be sure if the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu existed in this world.

After all, this thing is strictly speaking from Wanderer's Sword Heart...

But let's just consider it his.

"I see, I'll remember that, Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu!"

Okita Soji nodded seriously.

However, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

Looking at Fujino again, she said with some trepidation, "But seriously, what was that all about you? Your sudden increase in power... and that murderous aura, it really gave me a fright!"

Fujino: "..."

What do you want me to say?

Did you cheat because you found it too troublesome to continue playing with me?

But then, Fujino noticed the key point and frowned slightly. "You can sense the presence of this thing?"

"It's murderous intent."

Okita Soji said in a serious tone, "This kind of killing intent is usually only found in samurai who have killed people, but it could also be my imagination, or it could just be your sword aura. Speaking of which, I have encountered formidable enemies before whose sword aura made me feel the same way."

As he spoke, he looked at Fujino and hesitated, "It must be my imagination, right?"

"That's right."

Fujino nodded and patted him on the shoulder. "It's just your imagination."

To be honest, Fujino didn't expect Okita Soji to be so incredibly powerful... he could actually sense the killing intent.

He has indeed killed quite a few people, so it's normal for him to have some murderous intent. But does murderous intent really exist?

Fujino had heard of this theory before, which is similar to how chickens become unable to resist due to some kind of pressure when someone who kills chickens regularly does so.

Those who frequently commit murder surely know that when you kill many people, the desire to kill an ordinary person will usually cause that person to feel intense fear... Applying this to humans, perhaps this is what is known as murderous intent?