I teach judo in Tokyo.

Therefore, after the training ended, Sosuke no longer participated in the subsequent teaching and free sparring sessions.

Instead, she took Yotsuba Saki and Mifune Yumi to the other side of the school.

That was a much larger and more impressive dojo than the judo club.

Beside the main gate, a rather exquisite sign indicated the department to which this dojo belonged.

Tsurumine Higher School Kendo Club

"This kendo club is so much better than the judo club! Isn't this discrimination?!"

The three of them stood in front of the kendo club gate. Yumi Mifune, who was most loyal to judo, couldn't help but sigh, her tone tinged with resentment.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Atobe Sousuke said calmly. "It's just that the judo club hasn't been able to achieve good results in major competitions for several years."

He touched Yumi Mifune's braid: "I have to admit that, compared to the judo club, the kendo club has always achieved remarkable results in major competitions, at least in the men's team event, and has always been one of the favorite teams to win the championship."

Mifune Yumi hung her head in dejection.

"Hahahaha! This student is absolutely right!"

As they were talking, the door to the kendo club suddenly opened, and a large group of people walked out.

There were two people leading the team at the front.

One of them was tall and handsome—

Bald?

Atobe Sousuke's expression was dull: Oo

Mifune Yumi looked confused: oO

Sosuke immediately remembered that the person in front of him was the leader of the men's kendo team during the national kendo tournament preliminaries a couple of days ago.

However, he wore a baseball cap for those two days, so his most distinctive feature was not exposed.

"Atobe-kun, we met a few days ago."

Let me formally introduce myself. I am Kenji Tenkoji, the captain of the kendo club. Welcome!

The bald, handsome guy smiled and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Sosuke.

Beside him stood the tall and slender Goto Suko, who was not much shorter than Tenkoji.

At this moment, he is quietly watching Atobe Sousuke.

(￣へ￣)

Sousuke Atobe, you've finally arrived.

I have been looking forward to this moment for so long!

Chapter 72 A Face Delivered to Your Door?

Sosuke felt no pressure under the intense gaze of Motoko Gofuku.

Although the girl's gaze was cold, Sousuke, who already possessed considerable swordsmanship skills, did not feel uncomfortable because of her sharp eyes.

Not only Motoko Goka, but also a large group of kendo club members following Tenkoji and Motoko Goka, looked at Sousuke with a hint of hostility.

Although they were unaware of the bet between Motoko Itsuka and Sousuke.

However, the news that this man named Atobe Sousuke was going to compete against their kendo club's "kendo genius" and "high-class beauty" had already spread like wildfire within the club.

Whether this man was overestimating himself or was truly powerful, his act of challenging their female captain of the kendo club was enough to greatly increase the hostility of the kendo club members.

What's more, this guy also brought two young girls with him!

That introverted girl with black-rimmed glasses looked ordinary and unsophisticated, which was fine.

But that petite, energetic girl is the most popular type right now!

It's unbearable to repair!

What has this man done to deserve this?!

He's just a bit taller, a bit more handsome, and a bit better at judo...maybe he's also a bit better at kendo...

Damn it, I can't think about it too much! The more I think about it, the more frustrated I feel!

The male members of the kendo club looked at Sousuke with even more resentment.

Instead, the female members gradually shifted from glaring at Sosuke with slight hostility to an ambiguous shift of thinking, "This classmate is kind of handsome."

......

After a brief exchange of pleasantries with Tenkoji, Sousuke politely led his two tagalongs into the kendo club's dojo at the invitation of the handsome bald man.

The kendo club's dojo is much more luxurious than the judo club's.

In the clean and bright space, large areas of tatami mats are laid on the floor.

On the wall in the very center, a large banner that reads "Clear Mirror, Still Water" hangs in the middle.

Several rows of large shelves were erected at the corner of the venue, on which kendo uniforms and protective gear were stacked. On one of the rows, many bamboo swords were also neatly arranged.

"President Tenkoji, your kendo club is really generous," Sousuke praised with a smile.

"Hehe." Tenkoji Kenji patted the smooth back of his head. "This is all thanks to the hard work of our kendo club members. With you in your judo club this year, maybe you can turn the tide. Keep it up."

He seemed very pleased with himself.

That's normal. From our casual conversation earlier, I learned that Tenkoji is already a senior in high school. Under his leadership, the men's kendo team has achieved top rankings in several major competitions for the past two years, and now, in its third year, they are still eager to make a big splash.

Tenkoji Kenji, as the team's captain, deserves the greatest credit for the club's outstanding performance in the competition.

"Then, shall we get started?"

Sosuke tilted his head and looked at Motoko Gofuku.

The other person had been watching him quietly, and when they heard him say that, they nodded slightly.

Then she tilted her head and glanced at them again to make sure that Sosuke and the other two had come empty-handed, so she said, "I see you didn't bring your own protective gear. The club has spares, so I'll lend them to you."

"I don't have a bamboo sword either," Sosuke said with a smile, leaving those around him speechless.

Damn it, you don't even have your own bamboo sword, what makes you so confident that you can challenge our Five Directions Minister?

Wu Fang Su Zi paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Then I'll find you a bamboo sword."

“OK, if possible…” Sosuke smiled broadly, “I’d like to use yours from last night, it feels good.”

Veins bulged on Wufang Suzi's temples.

anger! (▼ヘ▼#)

She didn't say anything, but silently returned to the rear and took out her spare bamboo sword from her bamboo sword bag.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he walked up to Sosuke and handed him the bamboo sword.

What?!

Minister Wufang actually lent his beloved knife to this frivolous man?

In the eyes of kendo enthusiasts, although bamboo swords are consumables, they are quite private personal items as weapons that accompany them in their day and night practice.

Some people even spend a lot of money to buy top-quality bamboo swords, so it's even less likely that they would lend them to others.

As a result, Minister Wufang actually handed over his expensive beloved knife after just one sentence from that man.

Damn it! Why?!

Many male members who admired Motoko Itsuka felt like they were about to burst.

On the field, Sosuke took the bamboo sword from Motoko Gohou, weighed it in his hand, and smiled slightly: "A fine sword. If you break it, I will pay for it."

"Break it? You're overthinking it." Wufang Suzi gave him a speechless look.

What a joke! This is a high-end bamboo knife that she specially ordered. If it broke so easily, she could ask the craftsman who made it for compensation.

Then, she turned and went to the other side of the field.

Two female members immediately ran to the field and began to help Motoko Itako put on her protective gear.

Meanwhile, another male member, looking displeased, came over with a set of protective gear, handed it to Sosuke, and then turned and left.

He had no intention of helping this guy put on protective gear.

After returning to her seat, she looked up and saw Yotsuba Saki and Mifune Yumi working together to dress the man.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

Damn it, why does he get this kind of treatment?!

Just because you're tall and handsome!

Amidst the crunching of teeth from all the boys in the audience, Sousuke, with the help of Yotsuba Saki and Mifune Yumi, put on his protective gear.

After putting on the final mask, a peculiar, refreshing scent wafted over, letting Sousuke know that this was a new gadget.

His resistance lessened slightly.

It is said that if kendo protective gear is not cleaned after use, the accumulated sweat and stench can be nauseating.

"Hey, Shifan, are you sure you can do this? If you can't, don't try to be a hero. I'll go explain to Gofuku-kun that it's nothing." Mifune Yumi said with a worried expression as she helped Sosuke tie the last strap.

Even now, she still feels that Sosuke is putting on a brave face.

How could someone so young be both a judo master and a kendo master?

Even if you started training from birth, you probably couldn't achieve this level.

"Sousuke-kun, I...I believe in you, and I wish you good luck in your martial arts!" Yotsuba Saki said softly from the side.

Her trust in Atobe Sousuke was unfounded.

Sosuke patted each of them on the head to reassure them.

He shifted his shoulders and arms to check the stability of the protective gear, then chuckled softly, "Alright, let's go!"

Then, he strode onto the center of the field.

On the other side, Motoko Gofuku also stepped forward to enter the arena.

"Wait a minute! I have an objection!" A man on the sidelines, also wearing kendo protective gear, suddenly shouted.

Then, to everyone's surprise, he quickly ran into the arena.

"Matsuoka! What are you doing! Get out of here!" Tenkoji shouted from the other side.

He could tell at a glance what the vice-captain of the team was up to.

This guy has always admired Motoko Goto, and now he's thinking of becoming a knight.

But it would be too embarrassing for him to suddenly appear at such a serious time!

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the deputy general who was usually terrified of him became surprisingly stubborn.

His face was obscured by the mask, but his voice betrayed his resentment: "I refuse to accept that some guy, who doesn't even have his own bamboo sword or protective gear, has the right to challenge Wu Fang, unless he defeats me first!"

As he spoke, he blocked Motoko's path and came to Sosuke first, wielding his bamboo sword in a mid-stage stance.

"Matsuoka-kun, I don't need you to do such pointless things. Please leave and don't disturb my important duel!" Motoko's voice was cold but contained anger.

"Gofuku-kun! Please give me a chance. I will defeat this frivolous man soon and I won't let you down!" Matsuoka was in a state of self-intoxication.

Where did this stinking idiot come from?

Sosuke was completely astonished by the farce unfolding before him.

Wow, there really are people like that in this world! I've really learned something new.

On the other side, a furious Tenkoji grabbed his bamboo sword and was about to go up and drag that shameful guy down.

“No need, I agree to spar with him, just as a warm-up,” Sosuke’s voice rang out.

Everyone couldn't help but look over.

Beneath the mask, Sousuke's face broke into a smile.

It would be a shame not to take advantage of the situation when they're practically offering themselves up to him.

Chapter 73 You even knocked the sword away!