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

Otherwise, if you go out shopping, not to mention the risk of accidentally exposing yourself, you could actually get blisters from all the friction.

Moreover, both of these garments are already quite loose-fitting, and by simply adjusting the waist belt, they can easily match various body types. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be this way of wearing them.

So, in the end, it was Yoshino Asagi who blushed and pulled Kiritsuki Kurokawa aside to explain in a low voice.

Before long, the village girl's face turned red, and she coughed awkwardly twice before quietly following behind the two men, saying nothing more.

The number of people at the hostel did not decrease because the Jade Dragon Flag was about to end; on the contrary, it increased.

The eliminated contestants did not choose to check out and leave Fukuoka immediately; instead, they stayed there with peace of mind.

Since it's all club funds anyway, and we can stay and watch the Jade Dragon Flag finals on site, why rush back to watch the TV broadcast?

In addition to these people, many well-informed local kendo enthusiasts also made a special trip to book rooms just to watch these kendo athletes in person.

Among them, Kujo Toru, who made a strong run through both the qualifiers and the knockout stage to reach the semifinals, is undoubtedly their primary target.

After all, those who still study kendo these days are all a little bit secretly immature. Who doesn't dream of wielding a sword and fighting the whole world alone?

Therefore, solo Po Jun has always been the most entertaining and popular playstyle.

However, even after Kujo Toru and the two girls finished breakfast and left, the group still didn't notice him.

It is only at this time that the divine characteristics that are subconsciously ignored become particularly useful.

Not only inside the hot spring inn, but the atmosphere surrounding the Jade Dragon Flag on the streets was also much stronger than the previous two days.

Related advertisements can be seen everywhere, and passersby are excitedly discussing with their friends who will be this year's champion.

Which is stronger in individual combat: Heavenly Sword or Solo Rider Breaking Army?

Which is the true champion of kendo: Kyoto Kumiyama High School or Tokyo Suimei High School?

[Does the fact that many renowned practitioners are from traditional styles indicate that modern kendo is inferior to traditional styles?]

On the way from his doorstep to the Fukuoka venue, Toru Kujo had heard similar questions more than once.

Although the Yulongqi competition covers three age groups—junior high, high school, and university—it's quite amazing that everyone's focus is primarily on the high school boys' competition.

But thinking about it carefully, it's normal. After all, high school is a very special time for everyone, and it's only natural to pay more attention to it subconsciously.

Upon arriving at the Fukuoka venue, guided by staff, I entered the venue through a dedicated passage for athletes. The first person I saw was Yokota Tsuyoshi.

The reason was simple: several burly men, nearly 1.9 meters tall, were chatting animatedly, which was too conspicuous.

"Hey, isn't that our Osaka's Nishikoku Musou? The Battle of Sekigahara is over and he still hasn't gone back home. Is he planning to join the Tokugawa Shogunate?"

Yokota winked at Kazama Satsuto, looking extremely irritating.

The three kendo club members standing nearby were suppressing their laughter, making no attempt to stop them.

Kazama Soto was furious upon hearing this. If they weren't at the Fukuoka venue, he probably would have dragged the guy out and given him a good beating right there.

"Why do you need a kendo player with thick eyebrows and big eyes if you're so good at history?!"

Then came a string of incomprehensible words, such as "The title of 'Peerless in the West' was given to me by them, not something I chose myself," and "It's not like you beat me, so what's it to you?"

The atmosphere in the crowd instantly filled with joy.

All of them are from prestigious schools with strong kendo skills, and they have often sparred with each other in kendo competitions held in other places. This kind of banter is quite common.

However, the two of them soon realized that something was wrong.

Because there seemed to be a guy in the crowd who didn't belong to their kendo club at all, they all turned their heads to look.

Sakamoto Heisan remained completely oblivious to the subtle shift in atmosphere, still standing there with his arms crossed, watching the spectacle with amusement as if he were an outsider.

"Why did it stop?" he asked, puzzled.

"Why aren't you preparing for your match? What are you doing here?"

Kazama Hayato's tone was very unpleasant.

He was already unhappy about being eliminated in the top 16, which was his worst result in kendo competitions. But then his arch-rival was watching him make a fool of himself, which made him even more unhappy.

“Of course I’m looking for my opponent.” Sakamoto Heisan replied matter-of-factly, then glanced at Kazama Soto: “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t talking about you.”

"You might have been a formidable opponent in the past, but now that you've lost to Chiba Toneri, you're no longer one."

Yokota Go and Kazama Soto both felt their blood pressure rise.

Sakamoto Heisan, who had simply used two sentences to equally incite hatred between the two sides, still did not notice their emotional changes. Instead, he saw Kujo Toru walking over.

Just as he was about to wave and say hello, he felt a hand cover his mouth, and then another pair of large hands went under his armpits.

With no room to struggle, he could only watch helplessly as Yokota Tsuyoshi and Kazama Soto forcibly dragged him away to a small corner.

The kendo club members from Chiba Soubu High School and Osaka Kamimiya High School understood their captain's intentions perfectly, and immediately formed a human wall, completely blocking out the scene in the corner.

The members of Tokyo Kokushikan High School pretended not to see it.

What else can we do? This is our own minister's foul mouth; are we supposed to rush in to his rescue?

She's not a pretty girl, so there's no need for that.

"The nouveau riche in Tokyo, the bumpkins in Osaka, and the country bumpkins in Chiba have absolutely no manners and haven't learned the mind-cultivation aspect of Kendo at all."

The captain of Kyoto Hisamiyama High School was still wearing his pale white Shinsengumi haori, and he looked down on the noisy trio over there.

Our Kyoto is the best. It has a long history and profound cultural heritage, and it does everything with remarkable composure.

"Let's make this clear first, whoever loses to this disgraceful piece of trash in the finals, will be punished..."

Before the minister could finish speaking, he was interrupted by one of his own staff members:

"Wear your kendo club uniform and perform a thousand shoku (roughly translated as 'training') at the school gate?"

His face darkened completely, and he gripped the top of the speaker's head with his right hand, forcing him to meet his gaze:

"You mean, you also think it's shameful to wear a Shinsengumi haori?"

"I had absolutely no such intention, Your Excellency! My sincerity is as clear as the sun and moon!"

The spokesperson's expression changed drastically. Even though he did think the minister's aesthetic sense was a bit outrageous, he couldn't say it out loud!

We absolutely need to find someone the minister trusts to save the day!

Thinking of this, a person naturally popped into his mind, and he quickly cried out for help:

"Dongtang, you need to vouch for me quickly!"

However, there was no response for half a day.

The minister frowned, sensing that things were not so simple. He released his ruthless hand and turned to look at Dongtang Xiuluo.

The general he had always admired, the crown prince of the Hisumiyama High School Kendo Club, was sitting on the wooden floor in a daze, completely lacking any decorum.

He was holding a sword pouch in his arms, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.

The competition was supposed to use bamboo swords provided by the organizers, so why did you bring the sword pouch out? And this situation... is not right.

The minister suddenly felt something was amiss; it was the first time he had ever seen Dongtang Xiuluo act this way.

The semifinals are just around the corner, and as the captain of Kumiyama High School, this kind of performance won't do.

I need to find some time to talk to Dongtang.

But unfortunately, at that very moment, the host's voice came through the loudspeakers set up in the venue:

"The semi-finals of the Yulongqi Boys' High School Group Umbrella IV Lingqi Erwo Baqi Group are about to begin. Players, please prepare to enter the arena."

This was repeated three times in a row, and the atmosphere inside the venue suddenly froze.

The audience was in high spirits, with some already cheering for their favorite players.

However, judging from the sounds, the vast majority of them focused on the two words: "Heavenly Sword" and "Single Rider Breaking the Army".

From the corner, Sakamoto Heisan fled in a rather disheveled state, his once stylishly trimmed hair now completely messy.

Seeing Yokota Tsuyoshi and Kazama Hayato glaring at him fiercely behind him, he shuddered and hurriedly left, leaving behind only a harsh remark:

"You two bastards, just wait until I win this match and take down Jiuyushan, then I'll make you pay!"

"Hmph, the speed bump can even talk."

Yokota snorted lightly, showing great disdain.

He's just an ordinary person who hasn't been tortured by the boss, Kujou Reiji.

Look at Kazama Soto. He made bold statements before the match, started rambling during the match, and then fell silent after the match.

"Should we ambush him after we're done fighting?"

Kazama Hayato offered his advice.

"block!"

Then Yokota nodded vigorously, and the two looked at each other, everything understood without words.

They walked towards the kendo platform with their arms around each other's shoulders, looking like a bunch of cronies.

On stage, both sides had already warmed up and started putting on protective gear.

Unlike his opponent, who was struggling to put on his own clothes, Kujo Toru had a beautiful silver-white figure busily helping him get dressed.

Kurokawa Kirizuki floated in mid-air, quietly watching Asatake Yoshino's actions.

If she weren't just a spirit and easily frighten the audience, she would have wanted to take over the job from Yoshino Asagi.

"Lord Kujo, is this tightness alright?"

Chao Wufang tightened the ribbon and asked a question.

Only after seeing Kujo Toru nod, indicating that there was no problem, did the girl lightly step down from the kendo platform.

The opposing team was already dressed and standing quietly next to the referee, waiting patiently.

He was used to the treatment Kujo Toru received; all he got was a girlfriend helping him put on protective gear on stage, something he'd already seen yesterday.

It's okay, it's not sour at all.

Women only affect the speed of sword swings; when an opponent is indulging in tenderness, defeat is already inevitable.

Today, I'm going to show you, the lone warrior who has lost the true essence of swordsmanship, the true meaning of swordsmanship being sought alone!

"Chiba Soubu High School vs. Tokyo Kokushikan High School!"

Both referees simultaneously raised their flags.

People from Kyoto Hisamiyama High School were also watching from below the stage.

Shura Toudou was also holding his sword pouch, his gaze fixed on Toru Kujo, completely unaware that the department head beside him was casting a worried look at him.

There are only three matches in total today, with the final match scheduled for 8 PM. The schedule isn't as rushed as the previous two days.

At the same time, today's competition is also the essence of Yulongqi, and all the teams that have made it to the semi-finals are strong teams with the potential to win the championship.

Therefore, in order to improve viewership, the organizers did not hold the matches in parallel, but instead set up a single kendo stage where matches were held in turn.

"The first match, the vanguard battle, begins!"

With a command given, the competition officially began.

Just as Kujo Tetsu was about to introduce himself according to the rules, his opponent raised his bamboo sword above his head with both hands, assuming the Dragonfly Eight Forms pose, and charged towards him.

Even through the mask, he could see the murderous intent and rage in the other person's eyes.

what's the situation?

Kujo Toru was somewhat confused, and felt that the scene seemed familiar.

It seems like someone was doing this yesterday or the day before?

Meanwhile, in the audience, Yokota Tsuyoshi and Kazama Soto crossed their arms and turned their gazes toward the sweat-drenched Sakamoto Heisan.

"Tokyo sir, sigh."

“Manifestation of the Flow, alas.”

"Stealth attack method, sigh."

The two took turns belittling him, causing Sakamoto Heisan's face to flush red. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he spoke up to explain:

"Don't try to act all sarcastic and weird like those people from Kyoto. I never taught you that kind of fighting style!"

A sneeze!

The captain of Kyoto Hisamiyama High School sneezed, feeling as if someone was chirping at him.