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"And Kyoto Hisamiyama High School will also be led by Tenken Todo Shura."

Yokota raised an eyebrow and looked at Toudou Shura with considerable surprise.

I happened to see the other person frowning and looking this way.

The meaning in their eyes was very clear:

What are you doing here?

The host continued speaking before the conversation had even finished:

"Based on the application from Kyoto Hisamiyama High School, the format of this final competition will be changed to a no-holds-barred wooden sword contest."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening cheer erupted in the stadium.

Wooden sword! No restrictions!

Isn't this practically a real-world exercise in ancient techniques?!

This is the first time in decades that a modern kendo competition has seen such a thing! How can the Jade Dragon Flag officials accept this?!

"Of course, since it's just an application, Chiba Soubu High School, as the opposing side, also has the right to refuse."

The host's gaze fell on Yokota Tsuyoshi, whose face was filled with surprise, and awaited his reply.

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Yokota Tsuyoshi certainly understood who the Kyoto Hisamiyama team was trying to achieve by applying for rule changes and adjusting the roster of competitors.

But it is precisely because he knows this that he finds it even harder to make a decision.

He has been holding a grudge ever since he was defeated by Toudou Shura in a one-on-one match at the National Kendo Tournament in March.

Only by actually fighting each other can you truly understand how big the gap is between the two.

It's not a difference in physical fitness, but a complete difference in kendo.

In terms of skill, he was hung up and whipped like a top.

In terms of heart, compared to him who used kendo as a tool to get into university, Toudou Shura's love for kendo was pure passion.

Both in terms of mindset and skill, they suffered a complete defeat.

So from then on, he devoted himself entirely to the practice of Jigenryu and basically did not manage the kendo club much.

As a result, some members of the Kendo Club caused trouble everywhere, eventually even provoking Kujo Toru, who charged over single-handedly with his sword and knocked them all down.

That's why he shamelessly approached Kujo Toru this time with the Jade Dragon Flag, hoping to make it to the finals and have another match with Toudou Shura.

But now...

Seeing the way Toudou Shura's gaze was clearly not on him, Yokota Tsuyoshi sighed.

As the host and all the audience waited, they sought the opinion of Toru Kujo:

"Boss Kujo, what do you think?"

"You are the head of the kendo club."

Kujo Toru's answer was simple, directly throwing the question back to Yokota Tsuyoshi.

He personally doesn't really care much about these things.

Whether it's the rules of modern kendo competitions or the unlimited use of wooden swords, it makes no difference to him.

Moreover, from the very beginning, he joined the Tamatsukuri Kendo Club to hitch a ride to Fukuoka, and he has fought his way up to this point in order to fulfill his promise to Yokota Tsuyoshi.

Moreover, he could tell that although Yokota was asking for his opinion verbally, he had already made up his mind.

Since that's the case, let's go with Yokota Tsuyoshi's idea.

Anyway, this is Yulongqi's last match.

After this match, his deal with the Kendo Club was complete.

And so, under the expectant gaze of the host, Yokota took the microphone and took a light breath.

He suddenly realized that when he actually spoke up, this seemingly difficult decision was actually not difficult at all.

On the contrary, they felt somewhat relieved.

Perhaps, without realizing it, he had already admitted it in his heart.

"I agree with the proposal from Kyoto Hisamiyama High School to use wooden swords to decide the outcome."

When Yokota said those words, he seemed completely relaxed, without the slightest hint of resentment.

"Also, I need to make some changes to my final roster."

"Okay, please submit the final list to the judging panel as soon as possible."

Yokota nodded, then went up to the referee and began revising the roster.

Meanwhile, the competition organizers were making their final preparations.

Medical personnel on standby below the stage are busily checking emergency medications and equipment.

Wooden swords are still used in modern times, but mainly for kendo teaching and practice, and then for rank advancement exams; they are never used in competitions.

The reason is simple: compared to the almost safe bamboo sword, the wooden sword still poses a certain degree of danger.

Especially when it falls into the hands of a master swordsman.

There was a time when a student practicing the Shigenryu style had a private duel due to a conflict, and used a wooden sword to break two of his opponent's ribs.

What's more, it's an unrestricted duel between two of the nation's top kendo high schools.

Many techniques used in modern kendo competitions can be employed, and the criteria for judging victory or defeat will change dramatically.

This puts them under immense pressure in emergency response.

"I really don't know what the organizers were thinking. How could they agree to such an outrageous request? Don't they treat the contestants like human beings?"

The young female medical worker muttered a complaint under her breath, but was quickly interrupted by the older doctor next to her:

"It's not so much that they didn't treat the athletes like human beings, but rather that they didn't treat us like human beings. This is a national live broadcast. If a medical accident occurs or the athletes suffer long-term consequences, the reputation of our Fukuoka Municipal Hospital will be ruined."

"When the dean gets angry, ha..."

His words were filled with untold bitterness and tears; you could tell he had a story to tell.

Upon hearing this, the female medical worker's expression changed, she shrank back, and her examination became even more cautious and meticulous.

These are the people who provide for my livelihood!

Right now, nobody cares about the immense pressure the medical team is under; everyone's attention and expectations are drawn to the upcoming final.

Yokota Goro calmly handed the revised list to the referee, then stepped down from the kendo platform and went to Kujo Toru's side.

Without needing many words, Kujo Toru patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the stage.

On the other side, Toudou Shura also took off his haori, handed it to his teammate, and then, carrying his sword bag, walked onto the kendo platform.

With the minister's help, they began to put on protective gear.

Meanwhile, Kujo Toru, with Asatake Yoshino's help, had also put on his armor and mask.

Afterwards, the two came to the center of the kendo platform and looked at each other through the mesh of their masks.

A satisfied smile appeared on Dongtang Xiuluo's face:

"As expected, you are no ordinary person."

He was not entirely ignorant of the true nature of the world.

Although his innate talent for inspiration wasn't great, preventing him from becoming a powerful warrior like his master, he could still sense things through long-term training, such as...

A powerful spirit has been following Kujo Toru since this afternoon.

Kurokawa Kirizuki followed Asabu Yoshino as she floated down from the kendo platform, and subconsciously glanced back.

She had a feeling that the boy, who possessed a slight amount of spiritual power, seemed to have seen her.

"So you went through all this trouble just to have a fight with me without any scruples?"

Kujo Toru looked at Toudou Shura and asked a question.

Dongtang Xiuluo's answer was also very straightforward:

"Why not?"

As he spoke, he opened the sword pouch in his arms, revealing the hilts of two wooden swords inside.

"Both of these are my practice knives. The judges have already checked them. Just pick one."

The two referees nodded in unison, indicating that the two wooden knives had not been tampered with and that their design conformed to the rules.

In fact, if we really want to analyze this in detail, this situation is actually advantageous to Dongtang Xiuluo.

After all, this was his usual wooden knife, the one he was most familiar with, so there was no need for any break-in period.

However, Kujo Toru didn't pay attention to that.

With his specialization in "This is the Sword," not even a wooden sword, let alone a piece of rebar, would have any effect on him.

He casually pulled one out; the ebony blade gleamed coldly under the light.

It is longer than a typical wooden knife.

Even among katanas, it is considered to be one of the longer ones.

On the contrary, it is close to the length of the nine-character Mijima Kanesada that he usually uses.

I held it in my hand for a moment and felt that although it wasn't as heavy as a real knife, it still had a certain weight to it.

One can imagine that being hit by this wooden sword without holding back would certainly not end well.

Swelling is normal, a broken bone is common, and cracking open a skull isn't difficult either.

With a flick of his wrist, the wooden knife was already held diagonally in front of him.

Shura Toudou's movements were almost identical to those of Toru Kujo.

With a soft snap, two wooden swords were already placed in front of the two men.

Just like the duels between sword masters in a sword-fighting film, Dongtang Xiuluo announced his school of thought and name:

"Origin, Dongtang Shura!"

"Pure Haru Shinto-ryu, Kujo Toru."

The referee's voice rang out at the opportune moment, carried far and wide by the loudspeakers in the clubhouse, echoing continuously:

"Jade Dragon Flag Final! Chiba Soubu High School vs. Kyoto Hisamiyama High School, Vanguard Match!"

"First trial! Begin!"

Boom!

The words had barely left his lips when a thunderous commotion erupted from the kendo platform.

The referee felt the wooden floor beneath his feet suddenly tremble, and a gust of air swept past him. He could barely make out a dark shadow running towards Kujo Toru.

So fast!

Dongtang Xiuluo didn't strike any particular pose.

He simply lowered his center of gravity and in the blink of an eye, he covered a distance of five or six meters and arrived next to Kujo Toru.

His eyes reflected Kujo Toru's expressionless face, his left hand resting on the wooden floor.

The wooden sword sliced ​​through the air, making a diagonal cut upwards towards his waistline.

The sparse spiritual energy was amplifying his physical abilities, giving his originally frail body strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

Judging from the momentum of this sword strike alone, if it were to land, even with the protection of armor, the impact alone would be enough to cause swelling and redness in the hip bone.

As he said, Dongtang Xiuluo truly treated this match as a real battle, holding nothing back.

Snapped!

At the critical moment, another wooden sword pierced directly into the blade, mercilessly blocking the slashing momentum.

A solid clang suddenly rang out, clearly audible even in the noisy hall, instantly drowning out all other sounds.

The airflow blew out in all directions.