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The judo club is doomed to lose.
"Isn't it inappropriate to say such things in a place like this?"
Yukino glanced at him and whispered a reminder.
But she said it too late.
"Hey, senior~."
Yato felt his sleeve being tugged, and when he turned around, he saw a girl.
Her hair was dyed a trendy brown and was meticulously styled.
While her appearance may not be as ethereal as Yukino Yukinoshita, she is still quite cute, and in fact, this is the most common-sense image.
She looks innocent and carefree, but her eyes actually reveal a cleverness.
Why do you think the judo team will lose?
Her voice had a heavy nasal tone, and even in normal conversation, it always gave the impression that she was being coquettish.
...In short, they are very cute.
"I also want to ask you, why do you think the judo team won't lose?"
Yato countered with a question.
"There's no such thing as answering questions with questions."
The girl pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction.
But in the blink of an eye, he was discussing it with Yato with great interest again.
"The senior from the judo club looks incredibly strong. His arms are thicker than my thighs. He must be very resilient to blows. Even if the senior from the kendo club uses a bamboo sword, he won't be able to defeat him in one hit. On the contrary, the senior from the judo club can take advantage of this moment to close the distance and easily win."
"What you said makes sense."
Yato nodded slightly. Although this girl didn't understand fighting, at least she had no problems with logic.
"However, you've overlooked one point."
"what?"
The girl asked curiously.
"Judo is not so simple that you can solve everything with muscles, and the same goes for kendo. Physical strength doesn't mean anything."
Just as Yato was speaking...
Both sides are ready on the field.
The judo team's representative was a third-year boy. Just as the girl had commented, he had outstanding physical abilities, standing at 1.7 meters tall and weighing an estimated 200 kilograms.
Compared to him, the person representing the Kendo Club was like a skinny bamboo pole, completely lacking any ability to resist.
But after the two sides started fighting.
The situation, however, presents a one-sided trend.
The kendo club member wielding the bamboo sword was clearly an experienced veteran. He didn't adhere to the rules of formal kendo competitions, but maintained distance from his opponent with agile footwork. However, he didn't just retreat blindly; sometimes he would use evasion to trick his opponent into revealing an opening, and then strike back with his sword.
The girl was right about one thing: the judo team member's muscles weren't just for show; he withstood several sword strikes.
In order to achieve the best program effect, neither side wore protective gear.
The heavy bamboo knife struck his arm, instantly causing a red and swollen area.
"hateful!"
Seemingly feeling embarrassed in front of outsiders, the judo club representative lost his composure and charged forward.
Yato nodded slightly. Although it was rash, it was still a viable option.
After all, the other party wasn't using a real knife, so even if it cut you, you wouldn't die.
Moreover, the psychological hurdle is also difficult for students to overcome.
Anyone who practices Kendo cannot possibly be unaware of this.
Without protective gear, a bamboo sword striking the head could potentially cause retinal detachment.
The kendo club representative, whose family background was unknown, remained calm even when his opponent closed in and grabbed his collar. Instead, he used the hilt of his bamboo sword to stab his opponent in the abdomen.
At the same time, extend your right foot and, in the instant the opponent feels pain, use all your strength to trip them to the ground.
Accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound.
The bamboo sword came to a steady stop in front of the judo club representative.
—The judo club suffered their first defeat.
Chapter 12
"……Amazing."
Ichiro's eyes lit up at the sight of the colorful feathers.
Whether it was the judo club representative's strong physical strength or the kendo club representative's calm and collected response under pressure, she witnessed the brilliance of martial arts.
"Senior, did you know their strength beforehand or did you analyze it on the spot?"
Issei Iroha tugged at the clothes of the young man sitting in front of her and asked in a low voice.
"Of course it was analyzed; I don't know either of them."
Yato seemed to know what she was going to ask next, so he explained, "Don't let his big build fool you, that guy in the judo club. I guarantee those muscles were built in the gym. He has significant deficiencies in flexibility and explosiveness. To put it bluntly, the muscles he worked so hard to build might not even listen to him."
"That's true, but once he catches you, he'll use judo throws combined with chokes, and the kendo club will never win. But just pulling and accumulating damage isn't foolish; he won't expose his neck, head, or other vulnerable areas."
"So, that guy from the kendo club decided to take the risk and gamble that he could find an opportunity to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop when he was in close combat."
As he spoke, Yato couldn't help but chuckle.
"That guy from the judo club must feel really frustrated. He didn't expect the other side to use Taisha-ryu techniques against him. I thought they would use Satsuma Jigen-ryu to kill him in one hit. After all, he seems to come from a police family, so it's not surprising that he knows a few Jigen-ryu techniques. But in the end, he didn't learn the essence of any of them. Calling him a half-baked expert is an understatement."
The overall movements of the Taisha-ryu style are very distinctive, and its swordsmanship, particularly the "ga" (i.e., the fighting stance) (such as the right-armor stance), is also very unique. It is a swordsmanship that imagines fighting on various terrains and has many jumping movements that can interfere with the enemy.
In addition, swordsmanship incorporates joint locks, kicks, and other physical techniques, allowing for flexible use of various techniques to strike enemies and suppress their arms or hilts.
It is also worth mentioning that Togo Shigeki, the founder of Jigen-ryu swordsmanship, studied Taisha-ryu swordsmanship in Satsuma when he was young.
Yato once encountered a master of the Taisha-ryu style in an underground fighting arena who nearly chopped off his ear, so he specifically looked up relevant information after returning.
Shh! Keep your voice down, senior!
Yiseki Yu's face turned pale.
Having witnessed the violence of the two gangs, she dared not speak recklessly anymore.
Yukino, who was standing to the side, looked at her with considerable sympathy.
This junior finally experienced firsthand how unreliable someone could be.
"Oh? The Admiral is actually in the second match?" Yato suddenly spoke up, his attention completely focused on the match, ignoring the reactions of everyone else.
This is also one of his habits.
Regardless of sports or athletics, he can watch anything involving combat or martial arts with great interest, regardless of skill level.
At this moment, he would treat the words of others as nothing more than a passing breeze.
"That's true. Even if we're going to lose, we can't lose two in a row. Besides, we're not sure we can beat them in the third game. If we lose all of them, it won't have the advertising effect and it will damage our reputation."
Yato noticed someone in the Kendo Club lineup and instantly understood the Judo Club's intentions.
"Senior, you're saying that woman is the captain of the judo team?"
Isshiki looked at the girl who had walked to the center of the field with some surprise.
"I don't know if she's the captain, but in my opinion, she's the only one in the judo club who's somewhat worth watching."
Yato's assessment was as sharp as ever.
"The aura is definitely different."
Yukino nodded in agreement.
"With your Aikido skills, you'll be able to surpass her very quickly with a little practice."
Yato said casually.
"Ok?"
Yukino looked at him with some surprise.
However, there was no response.
The second round of competition has already begun.
On one side was Mutsumi Mitsuha, the captain of the judo club, and on the other side was a veteran member of the kendo club.
It's clear that the Kendo Club didn't treat this match as a mere performance; their desire to win was extremely strong.
After all, it concerns the new blood and the future of the club.
However, Mitsuha Mutsumi certainly did not disappoint the high expectations of the judo club members.
He was the designated next commander.
Mitsumi Mitsuha immediately threw the person to the ground, making the other person feel like they were about to vomit up their dinner from the night before.
As it turns out, sometimes being too competitive isn't a good thing.
It was precisely because that veteran was so eager to win in one decisive blow that she was able to find an opportunity.
However, opportunities vary from person to person.
Just because Mitsumi Mitsuha was able to seize the opportunity doesn't mean that others can.
"Well done, Mitsuha. Leave the rest to me."
Mitsuha returned to the team, and the current captain of the judo club stood up, ready to go on stage.
"Go, Minister! You can do it!"
With her ponytail and simple, unpretentious demeanor, she looked just like a country girl. She wiped her sweat and revealed a bright smile.
No one laughed at her slightly awkward accent.
Because if she hadn't stepped up, they might have lost the second match.
After all, it's just an exhibition match. We can't use the "Tian Ji's horse racing" tactic to win by putting our main player in the second match. Even if we win both matches and achieve victory in the exhibition match, it will still give us a reason to criticize us.
"Judo is not afraid of strong opponents; the stronger the opponent, the stronger we become. Even if we lose, we must lose with dignity."
The head of the judo club took a deep breath and walked to the center of the arena.
And the other side.
A purple-haired girl dressed in a black training uniform, holding a bamboo sword, slowly walked to the opposite side of him.
"Head of the Judo Club, Soichiro Araki."
"Saeko Busujima, president of the Kendo Club."
As both sides introduced themselves to each other.
The air quality is gradually becoming more severe.
Unlike before, the sheer force of both sides was palpable even to the more than two hundred onlookers around them.
In an instant, the noise completely disappeared.
The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Yato, resting his face on his hand, unlike the others, had already foreseen the ending.
Perhaps as the head of the judo club, he possesses extraordinary management skills and superb ability to subdue his members.
But all of this was useless against the opponent.
Saeko Busujima's 'form' is the closest to the starting stance in people's minds for Kendo.
But those with a discerning eye can spot the subtle differences.