Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

Staff members wearing blue vests began maintaining order at the scene with megaphones.

Nearly a thousand students followed the signs and began to disperse, each heading to their respective areas.

The entire martial arts hall is divided into two parts: men's and women's. Within each of these two sections, there are further subdivisions into middle school, high school, and university groups.

Ultimately, however, the main event for Yulongqi is the boys' high school team competition, so they are allocated the largest area, with a total of four kendo platforms, more than the other two venues combined.

"Please all Kendo club presidents come to the stage to draw lots!"

Hearing the instructions coming from the loudspeaker, Yokota turned around to look at everyone, mainly to ask Kujo Toru's opinion: "Shall I go?"

In the past, he would have definitely taken the stage without hesitation.

However, this time, the Jade Dragon Flag was something he had asked Kujo Toru to help him with, so the initiative was in Kujo Toru's hands.

"Well, let's go."

Kujo Toru nodded and gave a casual reply.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out in the surrounding stands, followed by loud cheers that echoed throughout the stadium, attracting the attention of many people.

Even the director of the live broadcast noticed something and directed the cameraman to point the camera in that direction.

A group dressed in light blue haori, resembling the Shinsengumi, walked in from the entrance. Leading them was the boy whom Kujo Toru had met briefly at the hot spring the previous night.

Yokota's expression immediately turned cold when he saw them.

A strong fighting spirit emanated from him.

"It's the Kendo Club of Kyoto Hisumiyama High School, which has always been a favorite to win the national Kendo Championship."

A member of the kendo club from some university nearby spoke up, offering guidance to a newcomer in his club who was participating in such a competition for the first time:

"The one walking at the very front is the legendary 'Heavenly Sword' Toudou Shura. Because he likes to wear the Shinsengumi haori at Kumiyama High School and is young, he was given the nickname Okita Souji."

"This guy is the champion of the national kendo competition? He doesn't look like much."

The newcomer whispered something to the senior colleague.

Even though modern kendo has many restrictions in its rules, it is still a competitive sport. A physically strong person may not necessarily achieve good results, but a person who achieves good results is definitely physically strong.

A physique like Yokota Tsuyoshi's fits the image of a strong swordsman.

"Heh, I hope you won't be eliminated in two points when you actually face him."

The senior colleague scoffed at the newcomer's words.

Modern Kendo competitions use a three-point system, and the rules are very simple: a strike to the opponent's face, abdomen, arm, or throat scores one point, and the first to reach two points wins.

"But I guess you probably won't be able to beat him. He's the main force, so you'll win if you can get past his teammates."

This is also a drawback of team competitions, where teammates who are too strong may not get a chance to play.

That kind of desperate solo victory against five opponents is more likely to occur in matches between teams that are not very strong.

However, it is precisely this kind of lone hero scenario that is most likely to excite people.

Whenever such a scene occurs, it always becomes a household name and is the biggest highlight of the Yulongqi competition.

The draw was over quickly, and Soubu High School was placed in the upper bracket, separated from Hisumiyama High School in the lower bracket.

For them to truly face off, both teams must make it to the finals.

After drawing his lot, Yokota Tsuyoshi glared menacingly at the Shinsengumi, muttering to himself:

"These bastards absolutely have to make it to the finals, otherwise all my trip would have been for nothing."

On the kendo platform, the first group of college students, fully equipped with protective gear, officially began their match.

The cameras offstage faithfully broadcast the match to the platform.

Daisuke Kosaka sat in front of the television, watching with great interest.

Although he felt that the young students' kendo skills were still far from perfect, their sheer spirit was enough to make up for it.

Kirino Kousaka, on the other hand, was getting sleepy while watching.

There's no way around it; the offense and defense in kendo matches are just too fast.

In her eyes, it was just two people standing there holding bamboo knives, and then suddenly they stepped forward and scored before she could even see clearly.

It was completely different from what I had imagined.

"Why hasn't Kujo-senpai come on stage yet...?"

She first complained, then the TV broadcast the schedule for the next match, which piqued her interest, especially when she saw that familiar figure flash past the camera.

"Next up, Chiba Soubu High School versus Tokyo Suimei Vice High School, the vanguard match!"

"It's Kujo-senpai!"

He shouted excitedly.

Daisuke Kosaka rubbed his ears, which were still numb from the shock, glanced at her with a hint of helplessness, and sighed softly.

He refocused his gaze on the television, but with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Finally, it was Kujo's turn to take the stage.

After putting on his protective gear and fastening his helmet straps, Kujo Toru took the bamboo sword directly from the referee's hand, swung it around in the air a couple of times, and got used to the feel of it.

With his talent for "This is the sword," even if he were given a baguette, he could still use it as a sword.

Looking up at his opponent, he saw that they were already prepared. Through the grille of their mask, he could see that the opponent's face was very serious.

"present!"

As the referee's voice rang out, the two walked to the center of the field and crossed their bamboo swords together.

"Now the sword style, Kobayashi Kosuke!"

According to Kendo etiquette, the other party should introduce themselves first.

The so-called "modern sword style" refers to the practice of modern swordsmanship.

"Pure Haru Shinto-ryu, Kujo Toru."

They also listed their own kendo style.

A faint commotion arose from the audience.

"It's actually the ancient style?"

"I've never heard of such a school in Shinto-ryu. Is it some kind of school in some remote village?"

As the rules of modern kendo competitions become increasingly complex, the ancient style of kendo, which focuses more on killing techniques, is at a greater disadvantage in competitions, so nowadays there are not many people practicing it.

Those who dare to practice ancient sword styles and then compete in modern sword competitions are either absolute sword masters or destined for early elimination.

So what exactly is this person's situation?

The spectators who were originally competing on other kendo platforms also turned their attention to this side, and the photographer did not miss the opportunity, pointing the camera directly at them.

"Then, let's begin the first trial!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the opponent immediately took a few steps back, left foot forward, right foot back, his bamboo sword pointing directly at Kujo Toru's face, assuming a mid-stance stance, ready for battle.

This stance allows you to attack the opponent's throat or face, or retreat to make a quick response; it's a safe choice.

Logically, it should be like this...

"noodle."

A calm voice rang out in the room, and a whistling airflow entered the mask.

He could only see a blur of light coming from his left, followed by a slight impact on his helmet.

"Score valid!"

Both referees raised their flags at the same time.

Kujo Toru scores first!

Volume 1: Chapter 188 (6K) What clouds did you say in the sky?

"Hoori High School wins this round! Respect!"

As the referee spoke, Yoshino Asagi withdrew from her Zanshin state, performed a kiko-rei (a type of Japanese bow) with her opponent, handed her bamboo sword to a staff member, and then stepped down from the kendo platform.

Immediately, the members of the Suiori High School Kendo Club surrounded her and began to fuss over her.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Asahi, we're too weak and have dragged you down."

The head of the kendo club, a short-haired girl, looked ashamed and handed a towel to Yoshino Asagi.

In the battle just now, the opponent only sent two people to defeat all four of them, forcing General Asatake Yoshino to fight three against one.

Back in the small town, she thought she was pretty good at kendo, and when she signed up, she thought that even if she didn't win the Jade Dragon Flag Women's Championship, making it into the finals should be easy.

Unexpectedly, in just the first qualifying match, she was directly defeated by the opponent's second striker.

Even their opponents weren't from any well-known schools, but rather from the countryside, just like them.

They will have to play against three more teams, and the opponents will only get stronger.

Her ambitions were shattered, and she had come to terms with reality.

If it weren't for Asahi Yoshino, I would have been eliminated in the first round.

"That's not true. If it weren't for everyone helping me share the burden, even I would have a hard time taking on all five of them by myself."

Asagi Yoshino took the towel, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and comforted them.

Although, judging from the effect after saying this, the result wasn't very good.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance, and then the entire girls' high school section of the line began to stir.

Teams that hadn't yet had their turn to play all rushed over there, seemingly heading to the adjacent boys' high school division.

"What's going on here?"

Asahi Yoshino was somewhat curious.

"I gonna go see."

The head of the kendo club volunteered to investigate the situation.

She ran back a moment later, her disappointment and frustration completely replaced by excitement.

Before Yoshino could even ask, she was already waving her arms, unable to contain her excitement, and shouting:

"It seems like a formidable player has emerged on the boys' side. He's already taken on four opponents single-handedly and is about to achieve a Grand Slam!"

"The final battle is about to begin. If he can win, it will be the first Grand Slam for Yulongqi this time, so everyone has rushed over to watch, and the camera has already focused on him!"

After speaking, her expectant gaze fell on Asagi Yoshino:

"Should we go take a look too?"

Asatake Yoshino originally intended to refuse.

Because it's not very interesting.

After all, it was just a qualifier. Most of the participating teams were just like them, coming to participate with high confidence, and their strengths varied greatly.

If you encounter a team that's a favorite to win the championship, it's not uncommon for one person to completely dominate the entire team.

The reason so many people are interested right now is simply because they want to witness the first time.

If she really came to participate in the Jade Dragon Flag event, then she might just go and join in the fun.

Unfortunately, her main purpose this time was to resolve the curse that was plaguing the Asahi family.

only……

The image of Kujo Toru inexplicably popped into her mind. Looking at the expectant expression on the face of the kendo club president in front of her, Asatake Yoshino finally agreed.

He nodded: "Okay, let's go together then."

"Great!"

They followed the crowd to the adjacent stadium.

As soon as she entered, Yoshino Asagi felt the lively and bustling atmosphere.

There were still people competing on the other three kendo platforms, but the audience was completely empty, with everyone's attention focused on the innermost kendo platform.