Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Thursday, April 4th

Hojo Kyosuke was the third to last one to get up. Behind him were Eiriri and Kasumigaoka of course. When he opened the door and smelled the scent of poached eggs, he knocked on the door of the two sleeping champions.

The ones who prepare breakfast in the kitchen are Shoko and Naoka. The meals at home are not always prepared by Hojo Kyosuke. The girls have their own schedules. Of course, those who are not good at cooking will make up for it elsewhere, such as buying snacks and fruits.

As he was walking up the stairs, he heard the beautiful humming of the glass, accompanied by the sizzling sound of eggs and hot oil colliding. The amazing thing is that the person who was the least able to sing in elementary school is now the family's favorite and the best at singing.

Ever since he was a child, unless there were special circumstances such as someone sleeping, he would try to walk as loudly as possible when he was with Glass, so as not to scare him when he suddenly walked in front of him.

"Glass, Naohua, good morning." He picked up the hot milk Naohua handed over and said to the two of them with a smile.

"Morning Kyousuke-kun~"

Wearing a blue apron and holding a spatula, Glass turned around in surprise, with a beautiful smile on his face that looked like he had spent the whole night preparing.

The movement in the living room attracted a person and a dog in the courtyard. Momotaro decisively broke away from Sakura's clutches and ran over.

His four legs were all swaying, and his body was still tilted, as if he was still hungover, but he still had a smile on his face.

Seeing the dog running over, in a daze, Hojo Kyousuke felt like he heard "aniki, you finally got up!"

It's impossible. The only people who can call themselves aniki (eldest brother) are those idiots like Kisaki. It's impossible for Momotaro to learn it after only two visits, right? His IQ shouldn't be that high. No, even if Momotaro could learn it, he wouldn't be able to understand it.

"The sun is shining on your butt, lazy Kyosuke." Yamauchi Sakura came in behind and said the first greeting of the day.

"It's impossible. With three layers of curtains, not a ray of light can penetrate into my room." Hojo Kyosuke said casually.

Momotaro, who was originally running towards Hojo Kyosuke, couldn't walk in a straight line as soon as he entered the living room, and ran to the kitchen with a bump.

The sound of the range hood stopped, and the sleepy Eiri also walked down. Her sleepwalking state would not end until she heard Kasumigaoka's first taunt. People call it a forced boot.

Momotaro's house is still not ready. Adhering to absolute fairness and justice, Hojo Kyosuke decided to make Momotaro a happy dog ​​with two houses, and built houses respectively according to the requirements of Eiriri and Kasumigaoka. One is placed in the yard and the other is placed in the house.

Starting today, the school clubs of Sobu High School have officially started recruiting new students. After school, they will put up signboards with ancestral or new works to attract customers. On weekends, clubs such as drama clubs will also perform performances to promote Societies.

As soon as school was over, before Hojo Kyousuke could run away, he was surrounded by members of the kendo club in the classroom and rushed to the activity room.

Before he entered Sobu High School, the kendo club was not taken seriously. Only in physical education classes would one see so many people wielding bamboo swords. The activity room is only shared with other people in the stadium, and because shouting during practice will be frowned upon.

"Really, those people in the basketball club are obviously not inferior to us at all, but they look down on them just because they advanced one round more than us in the district competition."

The former head of the Kendo Club, Tamaki Aobubu, who has now been promoted to the third grade, said angrily, but soon he became proud again:

"Now the ghosts are crowded in the gymnasium with them, and it's their turn to drool looking at our activity room!"

Now everyone is in a rather large room. Although it is not as grand as Dongcheng's, it is still as big as two basketball courts. As far as Hojo Kyousuke knew, the dojo in Suginami District where Hokatsu Ittoru was not even that big.

There are quite a lot of empty spaces in the school, but once you start using them, you need to pay maintenance fees, so they would rather leave them idle than use them generously for students. Now that he had Hojo Kyosuke as his trump card, the principal saw that "achievement" was beckoning to him, so he simply provided a large venue and was not stingy in terms of funding.

"It's amazing. They are all brand new protective gear." Hikigaya Hachiman exclaimed when he came to the storage room. In his previous school, the kendo department didn't take it seriously, so he could only buy protective gear at his own expense, which made people tremble with fear when practicing in Jigu, for fear of being shot in the head accidentally.

Although he has become a minister at the speed of light, Hojo Kyosuke is still the boss like a junior high school student. The former minister has become a deputy minister. He still has one chance to participate in the national competition. It is his last summer vacation and his last chance.

So now I am so excited that I can’t wait to take out Doraemon’s clothes-changing camera to change my gi. He kept urging me, shouting things like, "Hurry up, hurry up, show your true nature."

Because they had just been cleaned, the wooden floor was quite clean, and Hojo Kyosuke breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it is kendo practice or competition, no shoes are worn. If someone protests, the organizer will tell you "We also know it is dirty, but please bear with it."

Although modern kendo has become a competitive sport, many aspects still imitate real sword competition. Wearing clogs or straw sandals and charging forward with a knife like in the anime, this will not happen in a real competition.

In Neon's martial arts novels, you will mostly see a description like "throwing off your shoes and rushing forward", so not wearing shoes may also have this meaning.

They formed a square formation and everyone sat together to prepare for the activities. Even Hojo Kyousuke was no exception. No matter how strong his body was, he would suffer from lack of preparation and activities. Hold both ends of the bamboo knife with both hands and stretch your body from all angles.

After the preparatory activities, everyone did not start training immediately. Instead, they gathered in the middle and waited for the new minister's lecture.

As for recruiting new members, there is no rush. The news that Hojo Kyosuke will join the Kendo Club and lead everyone to the national competition has been spread. The big news in the teaching building yesterday is the best publicity.

"As long as you join the club now, you can break into the martial arts gym!"

Their new recruitment stall has such a huge slogan hanging so arrogantly. The Budokan is the stage that those stars long for, but just by hearing the name, you can tell the purpose of this gymnasium. Whether it is a kendo competition or a judo competition, as long as this type of sport is held in Tokyo, you can basically apply for a Budokan.

This year's National High School Kendo Competition happens to be held in Tokyo. Even the school's ace club, the football club, dare not put up such a slogan. Of course, they don't participate in the national competition, referred to as IH, but compete in the high school football tournament.

Tetsuta Kisaki has withdrawn from the training sequence. The high school competition is not like the death match system in junior high school, that is, the Ritukiri method (sho ち抜け). As long as the general is strong enough, he can win one against five, but five Three wins in a round, every battle strength is important. He knows that his talent ends here, so he actually holds a position similar to a "manager", managing funds and chores.

Hojo Kyousuke looked at the bright-eyed members below and felt a headache. Even if Hata Goro and others, who have been trained by him for three years, go to the national competition with their current strength, even if Tokyo, as the organizer this year, has two representatives, he is not completely sure that he can lead everyone out of the regional selection. .

The national competition will first hold regional selections, with a total of 48 colleges and universities from 47 first-level administrative regions participating. In the past few years, the representative of Tokyo has never changed. If there is one, it is Tojo, and if there are two, it is Tojo plus Ibunkan High School.

Of course, the highest level of the latter is the regional preliminaries. After that, they have never won the round-robin and stopped outside the gate of the "Top 16". In the trial results (winner list) of every kendo competition, Tojo High School is the only one with the name of Tokyo.

Well, Tokyo is the nation's capital, but it has never been a strong Kendo prefecture.

Before Hojo Kyosuke served as the instructor of the Tojo Kendo Club, the winners of the national high school kendo competitions basically only had one name: "Kyushu Gakuin High School". In the individual competitions, they dominated the list. Maki Kyosuke's name was often the only one named. Squeezed between three people from Kyushu Academy.

The absolute hegemon in the high school kendo world, and the future of Neon Kendo.

Even after entering college and society, all contestants in various competitions and the Metropolitan Police Department competition were all those who came from Kyushu Academy and competed against each other.

Fortunately, Dongcheng, the winner of last year's competition, only has to fight for the right to qualify at the end, so it won't happen in the early stages of the preliminaries. This is the only good news.

"Minister Hojo, everyone is waiting to hear your lecture." Tamaki Aobu shouted.

Hojo Kyosuke still didn't speak. These people in front of him didn't need him to talk about chicken soup and chicken blood. Even the classmate Hikigaya with dead fish eyes looked awkward, as if he could throw away his pride and run to the opponent's lounge to pour laxatives into their water with just one order.

Well, it's a little strange, but someone just felt such determination.

But competition doesn’t just require determination.

"Deputy Minister Tamaki has announced to the entire school that our Kendo Club's goal this year is the Budokan." In the empty dojo, Hojo Kyosuke's voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

Hikigaya Hachiban stood at the front of the crowd, because they were arranged according to height, and his eyes were fixed on the tall figure standing in front of the crowd. He didn't know whether it was because of his height of 1.8 meters or the longing in his heart, but he felt extraordinary power despite his calm tone.

"I see the desire to win in your eyes, and I believe you have the determination to work hard for your goals."

The voice continued, and Hikigaya nodded heavily. Yes, my dead fish eyes will definitely transform into sharp eyes full of perseverance in high school. For this reason, I practice "Eye Sword" thirty times a day, and I can scare my opponents to death even through a mask.

"But right now, even if you put in 1.2 million times your efforts, there's no way you can make it out of the qualifying rounds."

There was clearly no change in the man's tone, but Hikigaya Hachiman felt his chest stagnate, and the cruel reality extinguished his rising blood. Yes, why do you think that as long as you have a minister like Hojo Kyosuke, you and others can have a different life?

What an arrogant and incompetent idea.

"I don't know what your past life was like, what you want to change and gain by learning kendo. There is only one thing I want, victory. In this world, only victory is everything. The winner will be recognized for everything. , everything the loser has will be denied.”

Everyone who was in a low mood still listened attentively, and all the unwillingness of the past came to their hearts. Then a sound like thunder exploded in my ears:

"You have to win, no matter who the opponent is, no matter what happens."

Hikigaya Hachiman raised his head. The determination in the roar, the desire to fight even if there was only one person, was completely different from the Hojo Kyosuke he had seen in the past two days. Like thunder striking the dead wood, a flame ignited in his heart.

The comic-like dead fish eyes quietly enlarged. It was not that he was about to die, but a sign of being more focused. There were many people in the crowd clenching their fists like him, and Hata Goro and others had veins bulging on their foreheads, angry at their own incompetence.

He listened and listened to the man's roar:

"My goal is to lead the Sobu Kokendo Club to dominate the country and become number one in the country."

Everyone's brains were shaken by the roar, and there was even a long ringing in their ears. Even if it is seen in the National Players' Rights Competition, the top masters with current practice skills, the monkey's cry is far inferior to this.

“No. 1 in the country!”

The swordsman general Zaikiza Yoshiki was the first to come to his senses and shouted. Looking at his friend beside him, Hikigaya also raised his fist and started shouting. Zaimokuza, who had never practiced kendo before, could have such determination, so how could he admit defeat?

The other thirty or so people also shouted, and Aobu Tamaki, who had worked hard for the Kendo Club for more than two years, even had tears in his eyes. He no longer understands the despair of losing every time in the early stages of the qualifiers. He practices every day with the determination to win, and every time he despairs due to his absolute strength.

The door to the activity room opened at just this moment, and the person who came was a new student from the recruitment center. Before he could figure out the situation, he was frightened by the frantic scene, and he stumbled out of the door. But he was immediately pushed in by the kendo club senior behind him.

“No. 1 in the country!”

The nameless sidekick shouted and rushed over, joining the shouting team.

Looking at the members' expressions, Hojo Kyosuke nodded with satisfaction. Chicken soup is delicious only if it is cooked by someone else.

After everyone calmed down, he raised his bamboo sword and slashed into the air with a single slash. The sharp sound that cut through the air made everyone in the first row shudder.

"Only after you understand your own incompetence can you embark on the road to becoming a master. So, line up now to come and spar with me, and have a good feel for what the world of a master is like."

Sparring...

Hata Goro's expression froze as he geared up, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"As I said before, no matter who my opponent is, my goal is only victory. If you prevent me from winning, then..."

Although they felt that what the minister said now was a bit scary, Hikigaya and others who did not know the truth once again made a super spirited response and began to form a circle consciously.

The devil still has that familiar smell, big brother, he is back.

The first person to appear was, as expected, Hikigaya-kun with his overwhelming presence.

Since you are going to sparring, you must wear protective gear, and Hojo Kyosuke is no exception. Although he knows that no one can hit him, he still wears it in order to allow everyone to use 100% of their strength. .

Looking at the excited classmates, Hata Goro, Mihashi Ryoma and others gave sympathetic looks, and then began to observe intently.

Sports kendo is not divided into schools. Daily practice is all about the basic skills of kendo, namely the nine types and thirteen swords. If you see a weird gesture when holding a sword, don't get me wrong. It's not necessarily an ancient style. It's more likely that it's a self-created move due to a chuunibyou attack. It has no use other than to bluff people.

The tips of the bamboo knives met, and then the two retreated to the prescribed distance.

Hikigaya Yaban carefully observed Hojo Kyousuke on the opposite side through the gap between the horizontal metal strips of his mask. He knew that the other side would not attack on his own initiative. It was the protection of the strong.

The one holding the sword was in the middle like him, and both of their bamboo swords were pointed at each other's eyes. After observing, observing, and observing again and again, he could not see any suitable opportunity for attack. He could clearly see the pair of black eyes. The eyeballs did not change in any way. He did not look at his hands or feet, but looked straight into his own eyes.

The ultimate sense of oppression kept coming. Although he had watched many games and had videos of the "Juggernauts" playing, he had never experienced it personally and never knew that a person could lead someone just by standing there motionless. Such a strong sense of oppression.

Although it was not a game and there was no requirement for attack time, he still did not dare to delay, because this kind of confrontation was also extremely mentally and physically demanding. In just a few seconds, he felt that his head was soaked with sweat and he could not control his body. Live and move slightly.

On the other hand, Hojo Kyosuke on the other side was still as motionless as a stone Buddha.

"The Immovable Fortress"

Although it was very inappropriate, he couldn't control the divergence of his thoughts, and such words appeared in his head involuntarily.

People on the sidelines held their breath. People who are not familiar with kendo competitions often find it inexplicable and boring, and don't know what the two people on the field are doing. Why did he stand there in a daze for a long time and then end the game with a babbling sound?

Those who really know how to watch will know that the psychological game before the swords cross is equally exciting.

Hikigaya carefully stepped forward with his right foot, with the top of his foot no more than two centimeters from the ground. His eyes were fixed on the opposite side, but those dark eyes were still staring at him emotionlessly.

Hojo Kyosuke's shoulders sank, and his entire upper body looked "round". Hikigaya had heard about it while watching other people's chats online. This was a form of expression of superior kendo prowess. He didn't know why he said this before, but now he finally felt it himself.

Compared with a rookie like him, who can express his true feelings on his shoulders whenever he moves his hands casually, even if Minister Hojo instantly switches from the lower position to the upper position, the range of movement of his shoulders will be much smaller. This can be said to be an advantage in a battle where both sides are staring closely at each other's eyes.

Still unable to find an opportunity, knowing that he could no longer wait, he stepped forward with his right foot and kicked hard with his left foot. When he judged that he was within attack distance, he shouted: "Hey!"

In the imagination in his head, he would rush in from the outside, that is, the left side of Minister Hojo. When the opponent raised his bamboo sword to block him, he would press hard, deflect the opponent's bamboo sword, and then shout "little hand" loudly, and quickly Hit the armor on your right forearm to score points.

He quickly calculated in his mind that he had done similar exercises countless times before. The shouting dispelled the cowardice in his heart. Having heard about Hojo's unparalleled power, he made up his mind from the beginning to put all his strength on the bamboo sword and use the flesh he had cultivated for sixteen years to complete this great undertaking.

Although he didn't know why, his bamboo sword successfully seized the upper position as expected. He was so happy that he was about to press forward with his left foot, and then...

The bamboo knife on the opposite side seemed to suddenly disappear, and appeared on his bamboo knife for a moment, twisting and picking. The opponent's strength was obviously not very great, but Hikigaya felt that all the power he exerted was returned to his wrist. He uncontrollably let go of his hand and watched as his bamboo sword was swept away.

The "little hand" in his mouth failed to shout out, and he even controlled his body and staggered forward a few steps.

Boom - what happened? !

The onlookers from the Kendo Club stood up and burst into deafening applause. Among them, the one who cheered the loudest was Tokyo's third swordsman, Shogun Kiza Yoshiteru.

"A super skill that can even return all the meteors in the sky, Crying of the Stars!"

Zaimuzha lived up to his burly figure. Even amidst the cheers of the members, his words were clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"A super skill that can even return all the meteors in the sky, Crying of the Stars!"

Hatagoro originally wanted to help explain, but when he heard this, he immediately gave up and started repeating it. The applause disappeared for a moment, as if it were some religious event, and everyone sang in unison:

"The Crying of the Stars~~"

Hojo Kyosuke, who retracted his bamboo sword to make the middle section, was about to take off his mask and start explaining, but immediately couldn't help but want to rush up with the bamboo sword and make these guys cry.

Fortunately, Deputy Minister Tamaki Qingyan stood up and waved everyone to be quiet. Hojo Kyosuke was a little relieved that there were still normal people in the ministry.

"Boss Hojo, is this the Beichen one-sword-style three-kill method!?"

After everyone calmed down, Tamaki Aobu asked loudly in an aria. Then he started popularizing science loudly:

"Kill his sword, kill his energy, kill his technique! Use incredible skills to suppress and destroy the opponent's attack from all aspects. What just happened must be the legendary 'killing sword'!"

The vowed voice immediately convinced everyone. Seeing that everyone was about to start chanting "Three Kills" and "Killing Sword", Hojo Kyosuke quickly took off his mask.

"Be serious, this is just the most basic sword curling skill!" These bastards, although I am a little more serious in order to let them see how powerful their future opponents will be, they will not turn into a fantasy world. !

It’s not simple at all, okay! Hatagoro cursed in his heart.

After experiencing so many games, he has never seen his opponent fail with this move. If you are not a player who specializes in the middle, you must be at least three steps ahead of your opponent to succeed. But that is limited to destroying the opponent's sword shape and then hitting the small hand.

Do you tell me that a sword like this is not an anime when it is directly rolled up to a height of four meters?

"Minister, the sword-curling skills I have seen are not like this. The bamboo sword has been suppressed by the other party, how can it still be rolled?" The deputy minister expressed his feelings for everyone.

Hikigaya Hachiman, who had already picked up the bamboo sword, also stood at attention and was ready to listen to the lecture. At that moment, he was sure that his eyes had not left the other person's upper body at all, his eyes did not deviate in the slightest, and his shoulders did not move at all.

Just like magic, I was disarmed.

Hojo Kyosuke put the mask aside on the ground: "Before I explain, let's take a look at it again. How about it, Hikigaya, is it okay? Get ready, this time I will still roll your sword away, and Same action as last time.”

"Yeah! No problem, Buchou." Hikigaya replied loudly. He was not hurt at all physically, but his mind was hit hard.

He took a stance, still holding the knife in the middle. This time he didn't have to think hard about how to attack. All his strength was used to hold the handle of the knife.

This time, we must not do it again...

Phew~ The bamboo knife flew to the roof again. Fortunately, the house was originally designed to be very high.

Monster, this man is undoubtedly a monster.

Hikigaya stared at his empty hands, said to himself, and then quickly got out of his depressed mood.

Isn’t it natural to lose to such a person?

Hojo Kyousuke deflected his full blow with just his peripheral vision. Even though he was informed in advance, he still didn't see anything clearly.

"Do you understand this time?" Hojo Kyosuke asked everyone, holding a bamboo sword in his right hand.

"The Cry of the Stars!" Zaimuzo shouted this sentence in his heart. His smart brain told him that if he really shouted it, he would be beaten, but he firmly believed that such a gorgeous sword move should be worthy of such a name. .

Tamaki Aobu lowered his head in shame. He could tell that Hojo Kyousuke had slowed down his movements, but that was far from a move he could see through.

The purpose of the continuous confrontation was to prevent the enemy from understanding the original tactics. But at this moment, it was repeated and slowed down, and the people present looked at each other and couldn't tell what happened.

"Hata Goro, tell me." Hojo Kyosuke answered by name.

"Well, it's the sword curling skill." Hata Goro touched the chestnut head and smiled.

"It's your turn to demonstrate next. Hikigaya has a rest." After saying this, Hojo Kyosuke said to the others:

"Don't look at the bamboo knife, pay attention to my hands."

He had never been so patient in teaching before when he was in Dongcheng. He had always been sparring and sparring, but that was because the people in Dongcheng had a good foundation, and that trick didn't work now.

After hearing Hojo Kyosuke's words, everyone focused on his hands.

The bamboo knife flew into the sky again, still using a magic-like technique.

"Within the hand, within the hand, isn't this the most basic thing?"

The two hands holding the sword and the bamboo knife formed a lever, and the entire movement was completed without any movement of the arms.