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

"What about the nine bosses?"

Someone posed a probing question, and then a very familiar voice was heard:

"I will not join the kendo club."

Their bodies stiffened instantly, and they all stood at attention, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

"Kujou... Boss?"

They had originally planned to express their utmost respect to Kujo Toru by bowing, just like the previous two days, but the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar person next to him today caught them off guard.

Who is this?

Yokota took the initiative to step forward and asked a question out of curiosity.

"A general from Suiori High School, someone I met by chance," Kujo Toru briefly introduced.

Asagi Yoshino stood obediently beside him, her hands crossed in front of her abdomen, holding down her skirt, and gave the kendo club members an impeccable bow:

"My name is Yoshino Asatake. Please take care of me."

Her rather solemn gestures, however, put a great deal of pressure on the members of the kendo club, who hurriedly began to return the greeting, some even blushing with embarrassment because of their own poor manners.

Comparing them to shrine maidens like Yoshino Asagi, who have undergone etiquette training since childhood, is a bit too much to ask.

Fortunately, Kujo Toru spoke up in time to save them from the predicament:

"It's getting late, let's hurry to the venue."

"Yes, Boss Kujo."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The group walked together behind, watching the back of Kujo Toru walking ahead. Asahi Yoshino followed closely behind him, keeping a half-step distance without overstepping her bounds.

With her beautiful face and perfect demeanor, no one would doubt that she was a young lady from a prestigious family.

"I think it's not an exaggeration to say that guys who know kendo are popular; it's definitely true, doesn't it? Anyone know what I mean?"

Someone suddenly spoke up, seemingly with a hidden meaning, and someone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Only one person had a flushed face and was muttering incomprehensible words such as, "You don't understand modeling. Can that be considered a contribution to Kendo?" and "I have already dedicated my life to Kendo. Girls will only affect the speed of my sword swings."

The air was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Upon arriving at the venue, Yoshino Asabu bid farewell to Toru Kujo and headed to the women's team to reunite with her teammates.

Meanwhile, on the men's side, all fifteen remaining university teams had arrived, each forming a circle to discuss their strategies for the next few days.

As Kujo Toru entered, one person's gaze immediately fell upon him.

It was filled with vigilance and fighting spirit.

Yokota Tsuyoshi's commentary happened to reach Kujo Toru's ears:

"That person is Kazama Soto, the captain of the Osaka Kamimiya High School Kendo Club and the runner-up of the National Kendo Tournament. He is known as the 'Peerless Warrior of the West.' Our next opponent is them."

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Yokota crossed his arms and added after he finished speaking:

"But that's what he's called. What does his title of 'Unparalleled in the West' have to do with our Eastern Kingdom? It's just good luck. If I had faced him in that semi-final, I would have been the runner-up."

Then Kujo Toru saw that the peerless Western Kingdom's Kazama Soto shifted his gaze from him and instead glared at Yokota Tsuyoshi with murderous eyes.

Watched by his teammates, he slowly walked over and stood in front of Yokota Tsuyoshi.

Yokota Tsuyoshi was not to be outdone, and did not think there was anything wrong with what he had just said.

The two stared at each other, the atmosphere quite tense.

The other fourteen teams stood still, waiting to see what would happen, while the referees noticed the conflict between the two and rushed over.

Fighting is strictly prohibited in private!

The two, still locked in a standoff, simultaneously waved their hands and each spoke:

"No, no, that won't happen."

"I know the rules, I won't fight with this savage from Chiba."

The referee glanced at the two of them suspiciously, and seeing that they were both smiling at him and seemed to be getting along well, he left with some doubt, preparing to continue with the pre-match checks.

No sooner had Kazama Soto left than Yokota Tsuyoshi distanced himself from him with a look of disgust, and Yokota Tsuyoshi did the same.

"Heh, what a formidable vanguard, he really knows how to talk tough."

Kazama Hayato's words were not at all like the straightforwardness of Osaka people, but rather more like the sarcastic remarks of Kyoto people.

Yokota Tsuyoshi remained completely unmoved, a smile on his face, but his words were even more infuriating:

"If you want to, you can be this assertive. Don't you like it? Oh, could it be that you simply can't find a vanguard capable of taking on five opponents at once?"

Kazama Soto's face darkened completely.

His fists were clenched tightly.

If the referee hadn't been there occasionally keeping an eye on them, he would have loved to punch Yokota Tsuyoshi in that hateful face.

"What are you two talking about? You seem to be having a lot of fun. Let me hear it too."

A voice abruptly interrupted their conversation.

The newcomer had dyed blond hair and tanned skin, looking like a character straight out of a minotaur comic.

With a clearly instigating smile on his face, he was obviously there to watch the show, not because he claimed he didn't know the specific content of their conversation.

Neither Yokota Go nor Kazama Soto gave this person a friendly look. They exchanged a glance and decided to unite against him.

"None of your business, Sakamoto Heisan, oh no, I mean Saitama's Hayate-san."

The blond-haired man's face immediately fell: "Could you please stop calling me that ridiculous nickname?"

The nickname "So-and-so's Swift Thunder" is quite cool, describing someone's swordsmanship and footwork as swift as the wind and as fierce as thunder, which is quite in line with the Hokushin Ittō-ryū style he practices.

However, this is on the condition that the prefix "Saitama" cannot be added.

Adding Saitama, that run-down place that has nothing and thinks it's Tokyo and looks down on outsiders, instantly lowers the overall prestige of the title.

His level of shame is probably about the same as that of Zhao Zilong from Shijiazhuang.

"I think this nickname is great, it suits me very well."

"That's right, that's right."

Yokota Go and Kazama Soto worked together seamlessly, showing no sign that the two had previously been so tense that they almost had a real-life duel.

The three of them were old rivals. They joined the kendo club in the same year they entered the first year of high school, and then officially faced off against each other in the qualifying rounds of the national kendo tournament that year.

Subsequently, every year at the Kui Xing Flag and Yu Long Flag, they would always unexpectedly meet before the finals.

Furthermore, because their strengths are similar and they have each won and lost against each other, they actually have a very good relationship.

They immediately started chatting casually.

Kujo Toru did not speak, but silently observed.

Yokota Tsuyoshi's interpersonal relationships allowed him to rediscover the clarity he felt during his student days.

Also choosing to stand by and watch were the members of the Kyoto Hisamiyama High School Kendo Club, who were wearing Shinsengumi haori.

"Three people together can't win a national championship, yet they're still trying to find common ground."

The minister crossed his arms, clearly disdainful of the lively atmosphere over there.

He admitted that Chiba Soubu High School's vanguard this year was indeed very strong. Even though there were many weak teams in the preliminaries, the fact that the opponent was able to win five games in a row and earn the nickname "Single Rider Breaks the Army" was enough to prove his strength.

Unfortunately, the champion of Yulongqi this year still belongs to Jiuyushan High School.

The minister glanced at his own [Tenken Okita Souji], who was resting with his eyes closed, and snorted inwardly.

They're just newcomers who haven't experienced the baptism of the Eastern Hall Shura.

Beep!

The sharp whistle echoed loudly through the Fukuoka Budokan, interrupting everyone's chatter and drawing all their attention.

The cameras were also aimed at the kendo platform via booms and rails.

Unlike yesterday's preliminary rounds, since there are only two rounds to determine the top four, today's boys' high school team competition will be held in only one venue for the best viewing experience.

"I hereby declare the second day of the Yulongqi elimination rounds officially open!"

Along with this statement, the live footage was simultaneously transmitted to millions of television sets and online platforms.

The booming sound of fireworks exploding carried from outside into the venue, and cheers erupted from the already well-stocked stands.

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly heated up.

The three people who were still chatting suddenly became serious.

"Yokata, your vanguard is strong, but we already have a way to deal with it. Just wait and see how you shed tears under the Jade Dragon Banner."

Kazama Soto made some harsh remarks before leaving.

"Then I'll be waiting to crush both of you to get into the finals."

Saitama's golden flash waved with a smile. He had a pretty good draw this time. Although he was in the same half of the bracket as these two, he was in a different group.

Although their opponents are not weak, there are no well-known strong teams either, so they can basically be considered to have secured a place in the top four.

When faced with the pre-match trash talk from the two players, Yokota Tsuyoshi's response was quite simple:

"I don't talk to opponents who are destined to lose to us."

"whispering sound."

Kazama Soto squeezed out this single word through gritted teeth, gave Kujo Toru a deep look at his calm face, and then turned and left without lingering.

He must take down this rookie vanguard, and then beat Yokota Tsuyoshi to his knees in the final battle!

Let's see if he can still show that face!

Yokota watched the two leave with a smug look on his face, a smug expression on his face.

However, upon seeing the two return to his group, his expression instantly changed, turning into a mournful one, almost as if he were about to kneel down and kowtow.

"Boss Kujo, save me! If you lose, I'm really done for!"

Kujo Toru was somewhat speechless.

If you lack confidence, then why did you provoke so much hatred just now?

The first match wasn't between Chiba Soubu High School and Osaka Kamimiya High School; instead, it was two other traditional kendo powerhouses that kicked off today's opening match.

Kujo Toru stood below the stage watching the match. From an ordinary person's perspective, the players on stage were actually quite strong.

He's definitely much stronger than the players he faced yesterday.

Both their energy and their mindset during the performance were commendable.

But thinking about it, it makes perfect sense.

After all, these are the top 16 teams that competed from over 100 universities across the country. How could a team that has made it this far be weak?

As Kujo Toru watched the match on the kendo platform, something suddenly came to mind.

Turning his head to look at Yokota Tsuyoshi standing beside him:

"Speaking of which, you've participated in so many kendo competitions, you must have gotten some nicknames, right? What are they?"

He was quite curious about this.

He played in yesterday's match and was then given the title of "Single-handed Breaker".

In addition, he also learned about the nicknames of some famous players, such as Dongtang Shura's "Heavenly Sword" and Kazama Hayato's "Peerless Warrior of the West"...

Yokota Go's kendo skills are not weak; he even reached the semi-finals of the National Kendo Tournament this March. However, he has never heard Yokota Go mention his own title.

"I have no title."

Yokota's face darkened immediately, and he categorically denied it.

Unfortunately, he was immediately exposed by the other members of the kendo club.

"Yes, yes, I know!"