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

Just as I was about to look for the source, I heard a breathing sound coming from the stage:

"noodle!"

"Score valid! Chiba Soubu High School, 1st place!"

Both referees raised their flags, indicating that the score was valid.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.

"Ha, it's all because of the Osaka people's despicable underhanded tricks that they dragged us down."

Sakamoto Heisan forced himself to salvage the reputation of the vanguard of the kendo club.

There was nothing I could do; they just played terribly.

Kazama Soto and his team did use similar techniques, but they managed to exchange several blows with Kujo Toru before being hit and scoring.

What's going on at my own home? I rushed over but was dodged, and then a backhand sword struck straight at my face.

It's so embarrassing, like something a primary school student would do!

Kazama Souto chuckled twice, glanced at him, and then fell silent.

it is more than words.

Sakamoto Heisan's face immediately turned red.

Taking advantage of the break, he rushed onto the kendo platform, grabbed the guy by the collar, and began to give him a stern warning:

"Next match, I don't expect you to win, but you absolutely must play with the spirit of our Guoxueguan High School and wear that guy down, understand?!"

"You need to understand, so many people across the country are watching us. If someone gets eliminated by a single person, you can forget about ever having a girl confess to you in your life!"

The vanguard, who had been somewhat dejected, suddenly became energetic after hearing the last sentence.

Deep within his eyes, flames burned fiercely.

His entire demeanor changed instantly.

At that moment, he felt as if he were Oda Nobunaga in Okehazama, already sensing his destiny.

"We'll definitely win!"

He spoke with great conviction.

Then the vanguard battle begins, and the second trial begins.

And then...

"Life is but fifty years, like a dream or an illusion. To be born is to die. What is there for a brave man to regret?"

Sakamoto Heisen, blushing, saw his embarrassing son standing on the stage, head bowed, and recited the poem with a touch of melancholy:

"Has fate ultimately abandoned me?"

The fist hardened.

This feeling became even more pronounced after seeing the strange expression on Kujo Toru's face on stage.

That was the emotion of raging anger on the verge of a stroke.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to watch that disgraceful guy on stage anymore. Turning to the second striker who was about to go on stage, he gritted his teeth and gave a firm order:

"You, go and kill Kujo Toru!"

Forced to take on this critical mission, the second-in-command looked bewildered and pointed to himself: "Me...me?"

Are you kidding me? The opponent's reputation for single-handedly breaking through enemy lines isn't just for show; it's earned through real one-on-one duels.

Even the peerless warrior of the Western Kingdom was slain. Minister, you'd be no match for him. I, the General of Lingling, would take him down.

Sakamoto Heisan clearly understood this as well; those words were merely spoken in anger.

He could bully weaker schools, but when he faced a top-tier swordsman like this, how could he not know his level?

He held up three fingers.

"Three moves."

"I just want you to block three of his moves, wear him down, and then I'll finish him off, okay?!"

After saying that, Sakamoto Heisan glanced at the remaining two people and made the same request.

The atmosphere immediately became cheerful.

"no problem!"

"Simple and easy!"

"If I can't beat him, can't I at least avoid him?!"

Everyone was patting their chests, their morale soaring.

Sakamoto Heisan was quite pleased.

It seems that although these guys aren't very capable, they're still willing to take responsibility when it matters.

The morale of the army is usable.

A moment later.

"In the vice-captain battle, Chiba Soubu High School's second-year students were eliminated in a straight line!!"

The host's voice was so loud it was almost cracking.

"Only the final battle remains! Even in the semifinals, will our Kujo Toru continue his legendary solo victory?!"

His words also brought the audience's enthusiasm to a new peak.

Caught up in the atmosphere, most people spontaneously began to call out for "Single Rider Breaking the Army".

However, compared to the audience, the atmosphere at Tokyo Kokushikan High School was quite somber.

Sakamoto Heisan glanced sideways at the bastards who had been assuring him just minutes before that they could withstand three moves from Kujo Tetsu.

"Tell me, who played the game wrong, who was slacking off, and who committed a crime."

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Author's words

P.S.: This is a book by a friend, also from the Type-Moon group. The link is below. It's about Aozaki Aoko's breakup with her fiancé. It's quite interesting; you can check it out if you're interested.

"I'm in Type-Moon, and my fiancée is Aozaki Aoko?"

Volume 1: Chapter 209 (6K) This Hokushin Ittō-ryū has a serious problem.

"Boss, you know me. I definitely did my best. If I had held back, I wouldn't have been able to hold out for so long!"

Immediately, someone jumped out to protest.

His face revealed genuine emotions, and his words were sincere and heartfelt, causing Sakamoto Heisan to nod repeatedly.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly realized what I had done.

Ok?

His eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as a knife, quite frightening.

"You little brat, you were carried away after being stabbed twice, and that was a total of two stabs in two rounds. How long could you last?"

He remembered it clearly: the group of people who came up on stage after him, let alone surpass the vanguard, even the two combined failed to hold off Kujo Tetsuji.

If he weren't the captain of the kendo club at Kokushikan High School, he would have thought this was some kind of pushover team that had made it to the semifinals by sheer luck and positioning.

"Boss, your vision is too narrow!"

The person who had just spoken had a serious expression:

"Don't be fooled by the fact that I took two hits, but those guys from Osaka Kamimiya High School are only capable of taking two hits each!"

"Yes, yes, and we both had to be stabbed twice, but we lasted much longer than them!"

Immediately, someone started to chime in, and Kazama Soto, who had been looking for an opportunity to mock him, instantly turned pale.

These Tokyoites, really, they can always pin the blame on other people, can they?!

Sakamoto Heisan's complexion wasn't much better than his.

It would be better if this matter weren't brought up, because once it is, he gets an uncontrollable rage.

Damn it, don't you guys even have any idea how you came up with that "endurance time" figure?!

Each match lasted three minutes, during which he spent the entire time on the kendo platform, covering his head and running around like a mouse, never managing to win a single head-on confrontation.

These bastards have completely disgraced the Guoshi Hall!

Just then, the referee was urging both players to come up on stage to begin the fifth and final match of the game.

However, when it came to Tokyo Kokushikan High School, an additional sentence was added:

“Playing passively will result in immediate disqualification. If Guoshiguan does this again in the next match, I will have to take it seriously.”

The referee looked very serious.

He had already received a message from the host that the online live stream was filled with anger because of Tokyo Kokushikan High School's extremely shameless playing style of "not seeking to win head-on, but only seeking to drag out the time and wear down the opponent's stamina".

The condemnation was almost unanimous.

After all, their opponent had already taken down four people on their side by himself, but their side didn't even dare to face them head-on. They didn't even take a beating on their own; instead, they started a chase on the kendo platform.

This is the first time such a spectacular sight has appeared in all the years that the Jade Dragon Flag has been held.

Watching the referee walk away, Sakamoto Heisan's blush spoke volumes.

Seeing Kujo Toru already waiting with a bamboo sword in hand, he no longer had the heart to scold his shameful son.

He took a deep breath, lifted his leg and stepped onto the kendo platform, his back view quite resolute.

In that case, he will personally reclaim the glory that Tokyo Kokushikan High School has lost!

Use the sword in your hand!

He wants to prove to all the viewers with his actions and ultimate victory that Kokushikan High School is not a district!

He tightened his helmet, felt the weight of the bamboo sword in his hand, and slowly walked to the center of the kendo platform, staring directly at the figure that resembled a demon king.

Sakamoto Heisan felt like Sanada Yukimura, who desperately launched a surprise attack on Tokugawa's main camp during the Siege of Osaka.

Although the enemy is only one person, he is still more powerful than a thousand troops.

"Today we must seize the first of the nine articles and make the name of the National Scholars' Hall known throughout the world..."

Kujo Toru looked at his opponent with puzzlement as he suddenly muttered this sentence on the field.

I don't know if it's just his imagination, but it seems like this team from Tokyo is full of people with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

However, he soon overturned his conclusion.

No, it should be that all kendo practitioners have a bit of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Last night, Shura Todo from Hisamiyama in Kyoto had a fit of madness and wanted to have a real sword duel with him on the field.

Compared to them, the people at the Tokyo Kokushikan are practically normal.

What's this all about? The bigger the circle, the more amazing people there are; the smaller the circle, the more amazing the people are?

"Chiba Soubu High School vs. Tokyo Kokushikan High School, the Grandmaster Match!"

The referee's voice rang out from the side.

Kujo Toru was already prepared for the battle, since so far in this match, not a single person from the Kokushikan had introduced themselves according to the default rules.

Therefore, he subconsciously assumed that Sakamoto Heisan intended to go straight into battle.

Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to make a gesture of greeting.

The bamboo swords were positioned in an upper stance by both sides and joined together in mid-air.

"Beichen's one-sword style, Sakamoto's sage style."

"Pure Haru Shinto-ryu, Kujo Toru."

The two looked at each other through the gaps in the grille of their masks.

The referee, however, only spoke slowly after they had finished exchanging greetings: