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

"This one……"

Dongtang Xiuluo looked troubled.

He really did do it on a whim after discovering the connection between Kujo Toru and his master.

I hadn't thought about what would happen next.

"After the match, please give me your contact information. I'll go back and ask my master for his opinion first."

Scratching his head while wearing the mask, he finally came up with a solution that would satisfy both sides.

"it is good."

Kujo Toru readily agreed.

After a brief negotiation, both men refocused their attention on the game.

The audience could only understand the surface meaning of the conversation between the two, and did not understand the underlying meaning, so they were not interested.

Upon seeing them continue, a thunderous cheer erupted.

Putting everything else aside, the intense offensive and defensive battle that had just taken place was enough to ignite their enthusiasm.

Shura Toudou lowered his body again, his eyes fixed intently on Toru Kujo.

Kujo Toru also sheathed his wooden sword at his waist and assumed an iaido stance.

Stand upright.

They were locked in a standoff.

Clear moonlight poured down through the crack in the dome of the guild hall.

The atmosphere gradually became tense, and the air seemed to freeze.

In this situation, the audience unconsciously increased their breathing, and their cheers gradually stopped.

Yokota Tsuyoshi tightened his grip on his arms, which were crossed over his chest, without even blinking.

His intuition told him that the outcome of this final match had already been decided at this point.

At Hisumoyama High School, the club president was also quite nervous.

He tapped his left foot on the floor in frustration.

Then, with a sudden stomp, it produced a dull thud.

At the same time, the same sound came from the kendo platform.

Dongtang Shura has moved!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Kujo Toru.

Then, he swung his knife.

The air was forcibly torn apart, and the airflow, like an umbrella, swept across the sky.

I demand it!

Whether it was the minister's imagination or not, he felt as if he saw a flash of blue light on the wooden sword.

But the next moment, he was no longer in the mood to care about any of that.

Because he caught a glimpse of Kujo Toru seemingly wielding his sword as well?

It was too fast; he couldn't see it clearly at all.

Then my thoughts were completely interrupted by a thunderclap that suddenly exploded on the kendo platform.

Black sawdust flew everywhere.

The two broken blade tips spun and flew out.

On the stage, the two men each held the remaining half of a wooden sword and stood still.

Who won? Who lost?

The minister's eyes widened as he looked at the referee.

He's in such a hurry!

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But the referee's eyes widened as well.

He was in a real hurry!

In a normal kendo competition, they can also judge whether the striking point is correct by the kamikaze sound of the striker, and determine whether the striker has maintained their stamina by observing their stance after the strike.

But this is a battle of unlimited wooden swords.

Points are awarded only when vital organs such as the chest, throat, and head are attacked.

So here's the problem.

He didn't see it clearly either!

Although being a referee for the Jade Dragon Flag requires a certain level of kendo skill, even a top-level kendo player like Yokota Tsuyoshi couldn't see it clearly, so it's even less likely that someone like him, a typical office worker, could see it.

He only saw a dark figure rush forward, followed by a deafening explosion, and then this happened.

Both contestants' wooden swords were broken, and it was impossible to tell who had won or lost from their stances.

Rather, it's more like, these two can even break a wooden knife made of ebony, are they even human?

He checked this thing carefully, and there's absolutely no problem with its quality.

Let alone a wooden sword clash, even a real sword clash wouldn't be able to say which one would break first.

Want to see high-speed camera footage?

He was somewhat reluctant.

This afternoon, when the captain of the Kendo Club of Kyoto Hisumiyama High School requested to use wooden swords for the final match, the organizers of the Tamatsubune were already prepared.

This situation was anticipated, so professional high-speed cameras were installed in advance.

However, as a professional referee who has presided over more than a dozen Yulongqi competitions, the fact that he ultimately needed to use equipment to help determine the final result of the competition is a denial of his ability.

It was an obstacle to his becoming a Sage of Kendo Referee.

but……

"At this point, this is the only way."

Even using instruments is better than arbitrarily determining the outcome of a match!

The former only indicates that his abilities need improvement, but the latter is already a matter of character.

As a referee, his duty is to ensure the fairness and impartiality of the competition; that is his way of kendo.

Having made up his mind, just as he was about to speak, he felt his sleeve being gently tugged.

Turning his head, he saw another colleague who was in charge of the final match refereeing.

Looking at the expression on the other person's face, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The next moment, this premonition came true.

"They said the high-speed camera didn't capture very clear footage either."

"Hey, you can't joke around like this." His lips twitched slightly as he lowered his voice, "That thing can even clearly photograph bullets, right?"

"That level of equipment is too expensive. The organizers couldn't bear to spend the money, so they just got a second-hand one from Koshien Stadium that was over ten years old."

Their colleagues also lowered their voices, and the two began to murmur about crickets under everyone's watchful eyes:

"They think that no matter how fast you swing a sword, it's not that great. You can clear a baseball ball at its speed, let alone a kendo match."

"What kind of nonsense is going on in these people's heads!"

"Who can argue with that?!"

They all muttered curses under their breath, which the host overheard. He could only manage an awkward yet polite smile.

Fortunately, the audience assumed that the two referees had a disagreement on the outcome of the match and were discussing it, and they were unaware of the details. They were still waiting for the referees to announce the final result.

"So what do we do now? Replay?"

All other options are blocked; this is the only solution left.

“Let’s rematch,” his colleague nodded vigorously. “The wooden swords are broken, and it doesn’t look like they were hit by the opponent. We can only declare this trial collaboration a failure.”

"it is good."

The referee nodded, about to speak.

Just then, Dongtang Xiuluo, who had been listening to their hushed discussion, suddenly spoke up:

"no need."

As he spoke, he threw the remaining half of his broken sword onto the kendo platform, making a crisp sound.

Although the two referees were speaking in hushed tones, it was no different from them talking in Dongtang Xiuluo's ear.

He was just wondering why the referees weren't saying anything, and now he knows what was going on.

He immediately removed his mask, spread his hands open, and spoke loudly:

"I concede."

Those who witnessed that sword strike couldn't see it clearly, but how could he, as the one who initiated the attack, not understand it?

His move, "Bunto," which had been modified by his master, did not land on Kujo Toru; instead, he was directly cut down by the sword.

If the ebony hadn't succumbed to such a powerful impact and broken apart, a real sword would have undoubtedly cleaved him in two.

The two referees looked at each other in bewilderment.

Their concern is that because they didn't see the competition clearly, both players might claim victory, making it impossible to make a fair judgment.

However, if someone voluntarily admits defeat, then it seems, maybe, or even appears that this problem can be solved directly?

Dongtang Xiuluo didn't care about their inner thoughts, and cleanly and neatly removed his protective gear.

Numerous splinters of wood were deeply embedded in the armor.

Without this protective layer, he would probably have had to go to the hospital tonight to have it removed little by little.

He bowed respectfully, expressing his heartfelt reverence.

"Thank you for your guidance, Kujo-senpai."

Throughout the entire process, Kujo Toru did not take the initiative to attack, but waited for his attack before responding accordingly.

This is a very standard procedure for the education bureau; this is how instructors at kendo dojos treat newcomers learning kendo.

"I'll leave the matter of visiting your master to you."

Kujo Toru nodded, Toudou Shura gave a soft "hmm," and jumped off the kendo platform, returning to his club president's side.

The two exchanged a glance. The captain of Kumiyama High School had a dark expression, but he still took a step forward and spoke first:

"There's no need to continue this match. We, Jiuyushan, concede defeat."

The host and referees were filled with astonishment and surprise.

This is the first time in all the years that the Yulongqi tournament has seen a player voluntarily concede defeat in the finals.

In the past, who didn't grit their teeth and persevere to the very last moment on the field, just to win that championship?

"Kyoto Hisamiyama High School, are you sure you want to admit defeat?"

To confirm that he hadn't misheard, the host even asked a question.

In the end, all five of them nodded in agreement.

They had already decided before the match even started that if even Dongtang Xiuluo lost, then even if they all went together, the result would be no different.

Besides, surely no one would actually want to go on stage after seeing a match where you couldn't even see clearly and the wooden sword made of ebony was smashed?

That one-piece house strange bird? Mountain two E is not a competition, it's going up to get beaten up.

"Ok."

The host reacted quickly, living up to his professional standards, immediately changing his expression and raising his voice.