I teach judo in Tokyo.

The dragon hangs in the air, while the lion lies on the ground.

The terrifying Yinglong transformed into Zongjie.

The lion vanished and became Ju Xiangping.

"One! One!!!!"

The referee suddenly raised his flag and loudly announced the result of the match!

"Sousuke Atobe wins against Tsurumine High School!"

"Match over!!!"

As the arbitrator's verdict was issued.

There were shouts, noises, screams, and even crying.

Thousands of voices converged, all transforming into a thunderous roar.

The entire martial arts hall suddenly erupted in a tremendous roar that seemed to lift the roof off.

Off the court, Yumi Mifune jumped half a meter high, her shouts almost piercing the eardrums of those around her.

On the other side of the martial arts hall, Iga Yahiko suddenly stood up from the chair in the medical ward, so excited that he jerked away from the doctor who was bandaging and applying medicine to his shoulder.

In the audience, Yotsuba Saki, contrary to her usual behavior, screamed and stood up, quickly hugging Itamoto Motoko, who had also stood up beside her.

Beside her, Emi, like a spirit, stared intently at Atobe Sousuke in the audience, her pupils gleaming with an inexplicable light.

On the other side of the audience, in an inconspicuous corner, a widow who had secretly taken leave to bring her daughter watched Atobe Sousuke's imposing figure with fervor, her thighs crossed and rubbing together, fine beads of sweat forming on her skin.

Sosuke stood on the platform, completely unaware of this.

He was only slightly out of breath, looking down at Tachibana Shohei's bitter face, and smiling as he extended his hand.

Tachibana Shohei stared blankly at the large hand extended in front of him, then suddenly smiled freely and grabbed it firmly.

Sosuke laughed heartily, pulled the lion up from the ground, and then gently patted him on the shoulder: "Tachibana Shohei, you did a great job, I had a lot of fun!"

Tachibana Shohei shook his head and smiled helplessly, "Don't give me face. To be honest, I'm not even in your league!"

Sosuke simply smiled without saying a word, showing no intention of answering the question.

Tachibana Shohei didn't seem to mind that Sosuke didn't answer.

He just shrugged: "Forget it, even if you don't say it, I know my place. Anyway, this isn't the first time I've encountered a situation like this."

As he spoke, a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes: "After all, how can a genius be compared to a monster..."

"Oh? You've also met... um... people similar to me?" Atobe Sousuke asked with curiosity.

Tachibana Shohei nodded and gave a wry smile.

He seemed to be recalling something, and said in a light tone, "Don't listen to others who say how powerful and invincible our three top judo schools in Tokyo are, or how great Saku Seishin, Midorima Shinichiro, and I are, like the best high school students in the country or something, but..."

"Hmm?" Atobe Sousuke responded appropriately, signaling him to continue.

"But... in the three years I represented the Tokyo area in the national competition, whether it was the team competition or the individual competition... the champion was never shared among our three schools!"

Tachibana Shohei's voice even contained a sense of frustration and jealousy that a lion shouldn't have.

His expression was one of utter helplessness: "Over the past three years, every year, there have always been one or two extremely powerful figures. They are like dragons entering a fishpond. Compared to these monsters, we so-called top-level experts in the country are just slightly larger fish compared to other small fry."

After saying this, he suddenly looked up at Sosuke and then gave a relieved smile.

"Atobe... I had a match with you today, and although I lost so badly, I don't feel too bad. Do you know why?"

"Hmm...why?" Sousuke could actually sense what the other person wanted to say.

Then, what Tachibana Shohei said was exactly as he had expected.

The lion gazed at Yinglong with eyes that looked up to a god, and sighed with a touch of excitement.

"Because... I've seen it with my own eyes, this year's monster is finally going to be born in our Tokyo area!"

"Atobe, promise me, you must win the long-awaited national championship for Tokyo in a month from now!"

After saying that, Tachibana Shohei didn't linger any longer, but turned around and walked off the stage with a carefree air.

Atobe Sousuke remained alone on the stage, looking around with a slightly bewildered expression.

Everyone was cheering for his victory, and waves of cheers rushed into his ears.

So, now, I'm the champion of Tokyo!?

He suddenly revealed a wild smile, as if announcing his arrival.

They raised their hands high!

Chapter 104 Poisonous Snake (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader "Daily Must-Read Orange Cat")

When Atobe Sousuke was enjoying the spotlight on stage.

In a corner of the audience, a middle-aged man wearing a mask and with a sinister look in his eyes was staring at him silently.

Beside him were two young men dressed similarly, both with fierce expressions.

"Is it him? The guy who brought Ghost Island to this state?" The middle-aged man's voice was devoid of emotion.

“Yes, Onijima said it himself. He should be the general of Tsuramine High School,” a young man next to him immediately replied.

"Master." The young man on the other side glared at Sousuke above him. "Are you going to take action for Onigashima?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I'm being watched very closely right now. Taking the initiative to deal with the 'weak' would cause unnecessary trouble."

He paused, then turned his head to the left: "Xiongyi, you haven't been officially 'registered' yet. Find an opportunity to 'spar' with him."

To his left, he watched as the younger man nodded emphatically, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Master, I will do my best!"

On the other side, the slightly more mature young man chuckled: "Xiongyi, it's a pity I've already been exposed, otherwise I wouldn't have left this good opportunity for you. I really envy you, being able to use force to crush these 'ants' to your heart's content!"

He licked his lips, his expression seemingly nostalgic: "If only I hadn't risked my life fighting for those companies for that little bit of money."

The middle-aged man in the middle shook his head slightly: "In short, we can't just ignore the fact that a disciple of the 'Snakebite Style' has been seriously injured like this. Yuichi, just do your job well and don't embarrass yourself like that trash Onigashima."

The three men watched the stage while chatting quietly and casually.

A few rows behind them, diagonally above, an orange-haired mature woman dressed like a cosplayer swordswoman was resting her chin on her hand and leaning back in the audience.

Yae Meixuan took a sip from her sake gourd, then looked drunkenly at the spirited Sosuke on the stage.

Without her noticing, she glanced briefly at the men below before quickly looking away.

She casually let out a burp, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Little brother, your fun is about to begin!

***

After Sousuke enjoyed the cheers from the audience alone on stage, all the members of the Tsurumine Judo Team ran onto the stage.

Then the two teams bowed to each other and left.

Thus, Atobe Sousuke truly fulfilled his promise to Iga Yahiko, successfully leading the Tsurumine Judo Club into the national tournament.

Moreover, they entered the competition with a strong performance, ranking first in the Tokyo area.

Other miscellaneous matters were handled by the team leader. Hojo-sensei had essentially reaped a huge achievement for free and was now running off to complete the relevant registration procedures with the organizers in high spirits.

The way he walked with such confidence made the PE teacher next to him so jealous he was practically spitting out a plasmolysis.

Fortunately, in women's kendo, although the team competition ended early, Motoko Itako won the individual championship yesterday afternoon with an overwhelming victory, so she didn't end up empty-handed.

As for men's kendo, Zaraki is confident in securing a spot in the national tournament, but qualifying as the number one player is unrealistic.

Tenkoji Kenji is indeed very strong, but the average level of the other members of the kendo club is just average. They are much better than the judo club when Atobe Sousuke was not in charge, but there is no second "genius" level person.

Wait a minute, Zaraki suddenly slapped his forehead.

I almost forgot about Atobe Sousuke. Last time, Tenkoji Temple used his own head as collateral to forcibly recruit Atobe Sousuke into the kendo club.

Tenkoji wasn't the type to boast, and it was later confirmed that Atobe Sousuke did indeed defeat Itō Motoko, so does that mean...?

Zaraki-sensei suddenly burst into laughter, realizing that he no longer needed to be jealous of Hojo.

It's just a minor Tokyo championship; if you don't win, you don't win!

I want to be the mentor of the national champion!

The bear-like, burly Mr. Zaraki let out a sinister laugh, sending shivers down the spines of the judo club members who were about to leave.

The crowd quickened their pace and left the main stadium, entering the exit tunnel.

Atobe Sousuke glanced at Iga Yahiko, who was beaming with smiles beside him, then his gaze lingered on Yahiko's right arm, which was bandaged and in a sling. He couldn't help but ask, "Captain, what's wrong with your injury? Why is it bandaged up?"

Iga Yahiko's smile faltered, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head with his undamaged left hand: "The doctor said it's a bit serious and told me to go to the hospital for an X-ray as soon as possible. He said if the bone is broken, I won't be able to move for at least three months. Even if I'm lucky and it's just a contusion or strain, I'll still need to rest for at least a month..."

"One month!? Three months!?" Sousuke's eyes widened. "That's that serious! What about the national tournament!?"

Damn it, Minister, I got the team into the national competition, and you're going to let us down?

Originally, with one center and two centers, we could barely manage a 2v8 situation, but now you're telling me you're going to falter?

Funny?

"So I'm going to the hospital right now to see what happened. I don't think it's as serious as breaking a bone..." Iga Yahiko also looked frustrated.

"Alright, alright, go ahead! Let them go with you!" Sosuke said without another word and started shooing them away.

So, the other members of the judo club surrounded Iga Yahiko and walked out of the dojo, leaving only Sousuke and Mifune Yumi behind.

"Let's go, Yumi. Apart from the closing ceremony this afternoon, we don't have anything else to do, right?" Sosuke tilted his head and thought for a moment, feeling that he must have remembered correctly.

Yumi Mifune did not answer him.

"Huh?" What's wrong with this guy?

Atobe Sousuke turned around in confusion, only to see the class representative staring intently at him.

The next second, Yumi Mifune's petite body suddenly pounced over and jumped onto Sousuke Atobe.

Then, like a koala, she wrapped her arms around Sosuke's neck, and her fair and strong thighs also encircled Sosuke's waist, refusing to let go no matter what.

Atobe Sousuke instinctively wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, then gently cupped her round little bottom. Before he could scold her for her behavior, he was startled by her scream.

"We won! We won! Shifan, you're too strong! You actually defeated that Tachibana Shohei with a single Mountain Storm! He's a super player known as the Lion!"

The cheers that the class monitor had been holding back for a while finally began to echo in the players' tunnel.

While cheering, she kept fidgeting, full of energy like someone with ADHD.

hiss!

Yumi Mifune didn't have a match today, so she wore a youthful short skirt, which, combined with her innocent face, made her look as cute as a middle school student.

The girl's youthful and beautiful body rubbed against him in this strange posture.

Moreover, the way the two of them are positioned together, doesn't it look a bit too... well, you know?

A bento box on a train?

For a purebred pervert, it's really hard to maintain rationality when faced with such a position.

Atobe Sousuke's inner demons surged, and he grabbed the deranged class monitor, spun her around, and then, amidst her screams, slammed her against the wall of the corridor.

The inner demon brothers also clung tightly to Xiaorou and the Iron Man.

"Good disciple, Chairman, to celebrate, shouldn't you give me a massage..." He lowered his head and whispered his request into the little class monitor's crystal earlobe.

After realizing what was happening, the squad leader blushed with embarrassment and lowered his head, not daring to look at his teacher.

***

Chapter 105 Triumphant Return, the Prize is a Widow? (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader "Daily Must-Read Orange Cat")

Twenty minutes later, Atobe Sousuke and the class president returned to their seats.

Yumi Mifune followed behind Sousuke, her face flushed.

It made her, who had never experienced this feeling before, very uncomfortable.

Sousuke casually reached out to greet Yotsuba Saki and Itako Motoko in front of him.