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Bathed in people's admiring gazes and undisguised enthusiasm, he slowly put down his bow.

His hands and feet were numb and he had goose bumps all over his body.

His eardrums were vibrating at the incomparable sound.

The whole audience was boiling at this moment, even more enthusiastic than the performance at the Tokyo Bunka Kaikan.

“Is this the peak moment?”

It is no longer as simple as a one-sentence prompt when the task is completed.

On this day, at this minute, at this second, Kurosawa Mitsuru felt it truly.

Show the power of perfect archery skills and let the world hear his voice, his name, and his deeds.

The feeling of being admired, sought after and respected is an incomparable enjoyment for anyone.

This feeling is wonderful, unprecedented, and cannot be described in words. It makes people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

The audience was ecstatic and adoring, cheering and getting their blood boiling for this wonderful performance.

However, the feelings of the players, and even those related to archery, are far more than shocking.

"It's really a monster..."

Since appearing in the morning, Ohara Makoto has been sitting in the reserve seat, not participating in the individual competition, but waiting for the team competition. Looking at Kurosawa Hikaru's figure, he felt fear and awe in his heart.

When a person possesses talents and powers that can be seen with the naked eye, people will admire and admire him.

For example, singers who sing well, dancers who dance very well, and actors who have excellent acting skills, people will be fascinated and amazed by their performances.

But when a person possesses power and talents beyond common sense and cognition, people will only feel fear and terror at his existence.

Hit the target from a hundred paces away and shoot from 160 meters, there are actually people in this world who can do it... and three times at that.

What's more, he had a vague feeling that Kurosawa Hikaru's strength was not limited to this... 160 meters was not his limit, he could do better.

Chapter 275 Kurosawa Cried

As the audience cheered with shock, the announcer's passionate voice also rang out:

"It's incredible that Kurosawa shot two arrows in a row at a super long distance of 160 meters, and both arrows hit the bull's eye accurately."

At the same time, the audience sitting in front of their computers and mobile phones on the online broadcast website were also shocked.

"So fake wwww"

"Is this God?"

"The God of Bows and Arrows is born!!"

"Could it be that this is a magic show?"

"Contestant Kurosawa is so handsome."

"I'm going to marry him!!!"

After these two arrows, the barrage completely exploded, and all kinds of remarks emerged one after another.

Before this, there was actually another wave of barrage frenzy, when Kurosawa Hikaru was concentrating on looking at the target, his pupils dilated and shrank.

The barrage of comments was very lively at the time, and many people were scared, thinking it was some kind of performance.

In contrast, because the audience was too far away, basically no one in the audience could see the changes in his eyes, except for the players on the field who were closer.

The audience in front of the TV were unable to comment or post comments when they saw this scene. Their feelings were also very intuitive and shocking.

"Kurosawa is communicating with his coach. Does that mean he wants to continue shooting?"

At the same time, inside the Neon Martial Arts Hall, the announcer noticed the situation on the field.

As expected, Uesugi Masaki trotted back to the preparation seat and brought back spare arrows.

"The instructor of the Kyudo Club of the University of Tokyo, Masaki Uesugi, has brought two more arrows. Kurosawa wants to shoot more!"

“Make history, today!”

"So far, Kurosawa has hit the target with three shots from the 160-meter long-range shot... If he can hit the target with two more arrows, it will be five shots."

"This is an unprecedented record! Regardless of success or failure, Kurosawa's deeds will surely leave a deep mark in the history of Kyudo."

As Kurosawa Mitsuru took the arrow, the announcer was already extremely excited. His broadcast was no longer emotionless and clear, but a hoarse shout.

With such shouts, the whole audience was boiling.

This is a Kyudo competition. It should have been a quiet and elegant competition scene, but at this moment it was filled with cheers like waves, one after another, extremely enthusiastic.

"I feel like 160 meters isn't your limit. Do you want to challenge a longer distance?"

In such a warm atmosphere, Uesugi Masaki also asked after handing the arrow to Kurosawa Mitsuru.

"Forget it. It would be ugly if we fail."

Kurosawa Hikaru shook his head at this suggestion.

With Yang Youji's bow, 160 meters is indeed not his limit, but if he continues to challenge longer distances... such as 170 meters, 180 meters, or even 200 meters, it would be too scary.

The fact that he could shoot an arrow through a target from a hundred paces away was enough to prove his strength. As for longer distances, he would make plans based on the situation later.

Realizing that he thought he might fail if he went any further, Uesugi Masaki stopped egging him on.

Then, after he walked away, Kurosawa Mitsuru raised his bow again and started a new round of archery.

The third arrow hit the bull's eye.

"Wow!"

Seeing that he was still going on, people all exclaimed.

The fourth arrow, again without any surprises, hit the bull's eye.

"Alas!"

Two more arrows hit the target, and people couldn't help cheering.

For a true marksman, there will be no accidents, no missing the target, and not even deviation.

This is truly a point-and-shoot game, with 160% accuracy, even at a distance as far as meters.

After shooting two arrows again, Kurosawa Hikaru felt the enthusiastic admiration of the audience and also noticed the reactions of other contestants.

Awe, fear, and dejection, many contestants were hit hard.

"Sorry."

Faced with their discouragement, Kurosawa Mitsuru whispered to himself in his heart, then put down his bow, bowed to the target, and then turned and left.

If he wants to become the best in Kyudo, he must be the best and the strongest. Only in this way can he surpass everything and stand at the pinnacle of Kyudo.

A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. On this road, it is inevitable that he will accidentally hurt these players of similar age.

"Kurosawa! Kurosawa! Kurosawa!"

As Kurosawa Mitsuru turned and left, the audience shouted loudly, still wanting more.

But before Kurosawa Hikaru left the stage, the announcer said:

"Contestant Kurosawa, please stay."

"The individual long-range shooting competition has ended. Next up is the award ceremony. Please accept your award and give your acceptance speech before leaving."

Then the announcer explained the reason.

Soon, a beautiful woman in an OL uniform came out from behind the scenes, holding a gold-plated trophy with words engraved on it and tied with a ceremonial knot.

However, she did not hand the trophy directly to Kurosawa Hikaru, but stood by and waited.

"Next, let's welcome the president of the Tokyo branch of the Kyudo Federation, Yuuma Kamiki, to present the trophy to the national champion of the men's long-range shooting group in this individual competition."

As soon as these words were spoken, a man in a suit walked onto the stage from behind the scenes.

Seeing him appear, Kurosawa Mitsuru couldn't help but look sideways because he looked very familiar.

Wow, this is an old acquaintance, one of Brother Shinichi’s true students.

He had seen this guy twice in the Zhuifeng Dojo... Just like other students, he would call him Mr. Kurosawa when he saw him in the dojo.

The president of the Tokyo branch, Yuuma Kamiki, came closer and noticed his strange gaze, so he responded with a smile.

Then, the beautiful office lady next to him handed over a microphone.

"Congratulations, Kurosawa, for winning the individual long-range shooting championship in this tournament. Neon Kyudo has a bright future because of new generation players like you!"

Yuuma Kamiki took the microphone and congratulated him in Mandarin in the calm voice unique to middle-aged men.

Without further ado, he took the trophy, handed it to Kurosawa Hikaru, and then extended his hand to shake hands with him warmly.

After the usual award ceremony, he left.

"Mr. Kurosawa, please give your acceptance speech."

Immediately afterwards, the beautiful OL girl said something and handed the microphone to Kurosawa Hikaru.

After taking the microphone, Kurosawa Hikaru was a little stiff, but he had no choice but to continue.

Because during this process, the team of photographers had already started moving, coming closer and pointing their cameras at him.

“I am really honored to receive such an award.”

Faced with this situation, Kurosawa Mitsuru pondered for a moment, tears welled up in his eyes. He held the trophy with his arms, held the microphone in his hand, and spoke facing the camera.

Because of his entry-level acting skills, his tears came so easily and were very touching.

"First of all, I want to thank my parents. Although they are not here today due to their busy work schedule, they raised me and brought me into this world. I have always been extremely grateful to them."

As he said this, he also bowed towards the camera.

"And I want to thank my coach, Uesugi-sensei. If he hadn't found a way for me to participate in this competition, I probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to stand on such a stage."

Then he bowed to Uesugi Masaki who was standing beside him.

"Next, I want to thank my teacher, Mr. Sato. He taught me the etiquette and skills of Kyudo from scratch. He stayed by my side for countless days and nights, training and teaching me in secret. He also specially asked someone to customize this Japanese bow, the Black Wind, for me and gave it to me. That's why I was able to shine on the field today."

After saying that, he bowed to Sato Kyudan who was sitting in the judging seat.

"Brother Kurosawa..."

Shinichi Sato, who was sitting in the judging panel, was so moved by his sincere gratitude that tears couldn't stop flowing from his eyes.

Older people are more easily moved... especially such touching moments.

"I also want to thank Mr. Zhenlong. He taught me that life is not just about studying. There are also hobbies and interests, and a balance between work and rest. You must dare to pursue what you want. Only then will your life be wonderful and without regrets."

After doing this, Kurosawa Mitsuru straightened up and raised his head to look at the audience seats in the distance, looked at Shifengyuan Shinryu, and bowed deeply.

"This kid..."

Shifengyuan Zhenlong was thanked by him bowing from a distance, and his eyelids trembled constantly, and he could not help but open his squinting eyes.

Why didn't he realize before that this kid's acting skills were so good. He could cry as soon as he said cry, and he could even make things that never happened sound so real.

"There are so many people I want to thank that I can't finish in a few words. In short, I am very grateful for everyone's enthusiasm and support. Your cheers have inspired me and made me realize how important Kyudo is to me. From now on, I will practice harder and work harder to improve my skills for better Kyudo."

Having said that, Kurosawa Mitsuru stood in place, looked around the audience, finished his speech, and bowed deeply again.

"Clap clap clap!"

When he finished his acceptance speech, many audience members were moved and shouted out loud, touched by his heartfelt words of gratitude:

"Kurosawa, I will always support you!"

"Kurosawa, you're the best!"

"Hard work always pays off, you deserve this championship!"

"I will definitely be there for every one of your games from now on!"

Everyone felt that he had put in countless hardships and sweat to get to this day.

Not only that, he was able to have this day, and there were many people accompanying him.

Unable to refuse the kindness, Kurosawa Hikaru stood in place and bowed towards the audience seats in four directions. Then he handed the microphone to the beautiful OL girl, waved to the people while holding the trophy, and walked towards the preparation seat.

Even when he reached the preparation seat, he kept crying and wiped his tears with his sleeves.