Net King's Swordsmanship Dominates

Chiba Kendokan, Tokyo, Japan.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the students who came here to study had already dispersed, some went back to rest, and some beckoned like-minded friends to go to the tennis court together.

The huge kendo hall is unusually deserted at this time, and this is still the status quo of the Chiba kendo hall, which is the most famous in Tokyo, and most of the other kendo halls can only make ends meet.

Most of the people who are still opening kendo gyms are for hobbies or to continue the inheritance, and few people still have the naïve idea of making money.

After all, since World War II, the popular tennis in the United States has revived in Europe again, and the whole world has fallen into a tennis frenzy.

Kendo is just for fun, and as for self-defense, maybe for the average person, this thing is not as powerful as tennis.

"Huh~Huh~".

From time to time, the deserted kendo hall resounded with the whistling sound of sharp weapons cutting through the air.

In the ring, a young man with a cold face stepped on a special moving step, and the racket in his hand kept swinging in the way of kendo, giving people a very awkward feeling.

"Drink!".

The racket in the boy's hand was held in a sword-holding position, raised high, and slashed down fiercely!

Boom!

A miniature sonic boom sounded.

The racket in the boy's hand stopped instantly, and this abrupt stop did not make the boy's movements out of shape in the slightest, reflecting the boy's terrifying ability to control.

"Whew~".

Putting away his posture and exhaling, the young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his brown medium-length hair was messily attached to his forehead, showing a strange beauty.

"Fujikawa, let's go. "

An old man appeared next to the ring and greeted the young man in the ring. Although he is old and his hair has turned gray, the old man's posture is unusually straight, and if you observe carefully, you can still see the thick calluses on the old man's hands.

"Yes, Grandpa. "

Chiba Fujikawa nodded, put the racket into the tennis bag, put it in the kendo suit and cleaned up with the old man, turned off the light and locked the door and left.

"Fujikawa, don't you really think about giving up kendo? You have a good tennis talent, and you may not be able to pursue a career in tennis in the future. If you want, Grandpa will sell the kendo hall for you to enter the profession!".

On the way home, the old man said slowly, his heart ached when he said this, but he still said it.

In this world, tennis is king, and kendo is ...... You can only survive in the cracks.

"Grandpa! Don't say it anymore!" Chiba Fujikawa's tone was very firm, "It's impossible for me to give up kendo! Since kendo is dull, then I'll use a racket to prove my kendo! Besides, if grandpa you sell the kendo hall and I give up kendo, the inheritance of Beichen Ichi-chan will be completely broken!".

A sharp momentum rose with Chiba Fujikawa's words, and disappeared in an instant.

He has always been raised by the old man, because his mature mind couldn't bear to watch the old man fall alone, so he pretended to be coaxed by the old man to learn kendo.

Unexpectedly, this school really fell in love with kendo, but it is a pity that in this world not only kendo, but all competitive sports are overshadowed by the brilliance of tennis.

"It's grandpa who is dragging you down. "

The old man Chiba sighed, and ...... He shouldn't have let Fujikawa learn kendo.

He has inherited Beichen Yidaoliu all his life, and adopted Fujikawa who was still in infancy twelve years ago, with the purpose of someone inheriting his Beichen Yidaoliu.

Day after day, he guards the three-year-old child, holding a special small short sword to practice various postures, rain or shine, day and night.

Seeing Fujikawa grow up day by day, and also show extraordinary talent and perseverance in kendo, the old man Chiba loves children more and more.

Slowly regarded Fujikawa as his own grandson, rather than a tool to inherit the sword flow of Beichen. But it's a bit ironic. When he really regarded this child as a grandson, he regretted it again.

It would have been nice if I hadn't let this kid learn kendo in the first place?

"By the way, that old man in Kanagawa will bring his grandson to challenge you in two days, are you afraid?"

The old man of Chiba remembered the phone call of a close friend today.

"I've never been afraid of kendo!" Chiba Fujikawa's voice was unusually confident.

He knew who the old man was talking about, the most famous kendo hall in Kanagawa, the old man of the Sanada Kendo Hall! He was also the inheritor of the Shinto Wunian Stream, which was as famous as the Beichen One Sword Stream, and if he remembered correctly, the grandson of that old man should be one level lower than him, and he should be in the fifth grade of the national elementary school now.

As for the other Mirror Heart Wise Stream, who is on the same level as them...... The inheritance has been completely severed.

Even these two kendo schools are teetering on the verge of severing their inheritance.

"Huh...... A big surprise for that guy!".

The old man Chiba patted him on the shoulder when he heard Fujikawa's words, indeed, he was extremely confident in Chiba Fujikawa's kendo.

For this grandson, what is lacking is just the realm, the technology is extremely proficient, and there are a lot of strange ideas, even the lost Yan Hui has been restored by this kid with a decent trick.

Of course, he knew that this so-called Yan Hui was far from the legendary Yan Hui, but it was also commendable.