In Tokyo, I just want salted fish

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Bang, bang, bang.

The hit that pierces the heart with one blow is shot out from the arrow branch that leaves the string.

Every blow falls, accompanied by beautiful chords emerging from the "li" in the seventh section of the shooting method.

The trembling strings of the rippling air poured into the eardrum, and the brain was excited and accelerated by the pleasant sound, and the blood boiled with the magical sound of hitting the target.

Hitting the target again and again made the atmosphere of the venue more noisy and lively.

Hideyoshi Tsunei drew his bow rigorously, carefully carving out every trace of force.

The more the bow is stretched, the four-inch bamboo bow is under his control, showing the beauty of the bow to the fullest.

He kept reminding himself in his heart of the breathing method taught by Nobushi Ogasawara.

——The left hand holding the bow is at eye level, and the left arm is straightened outward. When inhaling, the air should be sent down gently. After the abdominal cavity slowly expands, exhale slowly and evenly.

This cycle is endless.

The Yazuri vine of the bow half covered the target on Yasudo.

The bearing is correct and the mentality is stable, so as to achieve the so-called "shooting in the right shot".

With a sound of "click", the arrow left the string, and the arrow branch sank into the target without disappointing everyone's expectations, and went straight to the Antu behind.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief amidst the applause from the audience, took off the B arrows on his right ring finger and little finger, put them on the bowstring, and faced the green dojo again, ready for the next arrow.

Yuzhi High School is as powerful as ever.

It seems that they learned a lesson from the previous round, and they accelerated their shooting speed—the rhythm and speed of a team must be in the hands of their own people.

The wind blew over the faces of the five people one by one.

The strings are played one by one, and the sound of their shooting at the target rides the wind, driving the hearts of the audience to beat.

Shimogawa Binlang took a step forward with his left foot in the direction of the shooting range. While stabilizing his mentality, he pressed the bow with his left hand, and raised the bow while pressing the bow.

The martial arts department emphasizes strength, and a strong and fast arrow can bring extremely high accuracy.

The movements of preparing the bow, raising it, drawing the points, meeting and drawing the bow are already proficient.

The taut bowstring made a dull and intense buzzing sound as the bow was released. The sound of the string cannot be called beautiful, but the sound of the arrow piercing through the air when it hit the target disappeared into the sky.

Shimogawa Binlang's heart and lungs tightened suddenly, and the slits in his narrowed eyes became shaken.

Hit the target, but the hearts of everyone in the Yuzhi Kyudo Department are not very happy.

——Arrow branches pierced into the ground from the outside of the target.

Arrows shot through the target frame like this do not count as hits, so there is a big "X" on the scoreboard of Yuzhi High School.

Yuzhi was actually one point behind.

The audience who have always supported this powerful university can't help but sigh.

Why is this happening?

Putting down his bow and obsessively facing the result, Shimogawa Toshiro couldn't help but glance sideways at Uesugi who had returned to his seat.

Both his A and B arrows were hit, and the flying arrows with emerald green feathers mixed with sweat marks on his cheeks were more dazzling than anyone else in the venue.

Although I tried my best not to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye, my heart and lungs couldn't help but feel agitated when his beautiful stringed and crisp voice entered the eardrum.

He remembered how he mocked him at the opening ceremony for coming to the competition with only two months of experience in archery, and the slits in his narrowed eyes trembled unconsciously.

Two months, no matter what, he would never believe that he was a so-called two-month archery novice.

That kind of stretched posture under the triple ten characters, the first arrow that never missed the target, how could it be possible for the so-called novice to show it.

Even though he is the famous archery genius Suhei Sugita, it is because of his childhood influence and hard work that he has the strength and status he has today.

Like Feng Yeti, he is such a genius that surpasses his peers.

As for myself, he obviously grew up in this kind of atmosphere. Countless teachers and alchemists have boasted about his movements and hit rate, and he should have a bright future.

I am only in the first grade, so I should be an existence with the same strength as them in the future.

But why, now they are losing again and again?

Hesitantly returning to the shooting-shaped footsteps, he returned to the main seat behind him, and glanced at Uesugi Kai who took out second-hand arrows from the shooting range next door.

I am actually much weaker than the people I once looked down upon?

Bow - the most annoying emotion is to be strong.

Yagi Eihito, who is drawing his bow, has already expected this result, and the "direct shot must hit" in bow art has already explained his mistake.

However, as a teammate, he can only accept the mistake of his teammates and use his best state to make up for the loss caused by this arrow.

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

"It seems that there is indeed a problem inside Yuzhi." Ogata Asaka said, "It can be seen that they speed up their shooting to get rid of the rhythm control led by Uesugi and Sugita, but things are counterproductive, which seems to aggravate their attack. Anxiety issue for a shooter."

Chitose Zhenyi glanced at him, "I always feel that the guy with squinting eyes is weird, um, I can't say it, it seems that what he said out of nowhere last time seemed to have no good intentions."

The competition was lively, and the crowd was full of noisy discussions.

But Suishinyue Kyudo suddenly missed a target, the atmosphere suddenly changed and became silent, and people's attention was focused on the person who missed the target.

Masanobu Hirata, who was in the front position, felt the pressure of his sight, lowered his bow, and tightly clamped the second-hand Oto arrow that had not been bowed with his right hand.

The Adam's apple rolled, subconsciously wanting to say sorry.

Ka!

Suhei Suhei's steady and slow-tuned strings came from beside him, like the brass section of a symphony orchestra, with the gentleness and friendliness of taking over the weak.

There was no exchange of words between the two of them, just a chord could convey what he wanted to say.

At the same time, Feng Yeti, who was in the position of Yuzhi, also shot an arrow of his own like a spring breeze.

The chords flew across the blue and fiery sky, arousing the beating hearts of the audience.

The ending of the arrows of the two teams is a symbol of the prelude to the last arrow shooting.

Now the two teams are evenly matched in the number of targets, and everyone knows that the arrow that decides the outcome is in everyone's hands.

A wrong arrow must never appear in one's own hands.

Every arrow must go all out, showing every shooting method and rhythm carefully and patiently.

Under such circumstances, Binlang Chuan also had to be cautious, and he could only tighten his jealousy towards the guy who lied that he had only two months of experience.

Always draw the bow carefully.

Thinking about it this way, he used the most standard "two-leg open style" in the martial arts department, and then used the most secure frontal connection action when preparing the bow.

Really earnestly and persistently shoot the arrow that must be hit.

This arrow must never miss the target in my own hands!

I shouted to myself in my heart.

——Bow, I hate being overly persistent, sometimes too focused on emotions, and it is easier to be hit by the person who pays attention.

Hiroshi Shimogawa's quotation has not yet constituted a meeting.

On the other side, Uesugi Oki's emerald green arrow feathers suddenly crossed his line of sight, and its speed was even faster than his first arrow that stunned everyone.

The arrow pierced through the invisible breeze, and the strong whistling sound went straight to the heart.

When everyone was still focusing on his slow drawing of the bow, the swirling arrows shot out suddenly.

boom!

The arrow rotated and slid away from the target surface, forming a hole in an instant, sinking into the most axial target point exactly.

The instant burst of strong force caused the arrow feathers to miss half of it.

It's him again! ?

The pupils of Shimogawa Binlang's eyes kept shrinking, and the cheers that drowned his thoughts rose vertically like a tide.

He has no time to think about the unformed meeting in his hands, and all that reverberates in his mind is the fleeting image of the green arrow feather passing through his eyes.

I was actually defeated by the guy I looked down upon.?

What answered him was the wooden click sound of "X" being pushed down from the referee's seat.

The arrows of Shingoshi Kyudo Department following Uesugi Kai's rhythm are not chaotic in the slightest, and they hit the ground continuously with sound, as smooth as a god's mercy and help.

The loud sound of the target kept beating the players of the Ochi Kyudo Club whose tempo had slowed down due to a mistake in the front position.

Every time they hit the target, there was a dull voice urging them.

Consultant Ikemoto in the auditorium didn't want to watch anymore.

Facing the crowd who lost their rhythm and their own style, Feng Yeti, who is in a low position, has no chance to save him no matter how good he is.

He originally thought that placing Binlang Shimokawa, who has a strong personality, at the power forward position, would be able to lead his teammates with a tough attitude in martial arts.

Feng Yeti, who has absolute strength, will finish the finale, highlighting the momentum of the team while suppressing the momentum of the opponent's power forward, slowing down the rhythm.

At the same time, the applause of the audience creates psychological pressure on the opponent, and then loses its own rhythm.

——Everything is as expected.

But it turned out to be like this.

"Will you be fooled by your cleverness?" The old consultant Ikemoto sighed silently.

Feng Yeti drew the bamboo bow, and when the bowstring in his right hand trembled slightly, Shen Gaozhong had already finished shooting.

Even if his arrow still hits the target, Yuzhi High School is still one arrow behind.

Looking at Consultant Ikemoto in the auditorium with excellent eyesight, when the eyes converged, he already understood what he meant.

"Is it powerless to return to heaven?"

The thin facial features also reveal a kind of regretful indifference.

Although his shooting shape still turns gracefully, under the established ending, the audience felt a sense of silence in the afterglow of the setting sun when he showed his shooting shape.

With the clear and beautiful female voice on the radio, the score was just a stone's throw away, allowing everyone to recognize the winner of this time.

Kyudo Department of Kanzaki Koshido Higher Private Academy.

This club has always only performed in individual competitions.

38 arrows against 37 arrows.

The applause that stood up and played continued to hit the walls of the venue.

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Flocks of birds pass by, although the sound of birdsong is not as ethereal and melodious as in spring, but it has a unique charm of summer.

This district-level competition has come to a successful conclusion.

Having held a thick gold-plated trophy, Kai Uesugi was elected by everyone to perform the final shooting ceremony by the champion.

The left chest is exposed and the white arrow feathers are shot out, symbolizing the end of this small journey.

Although he didn't know why the auditorium suddenly screamed.

After taking photos with the host's Akasawa Minki, the second Ochi, and the third Sagami, everyone retreated to the waiting room.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, with smiles that couldn't be concealed because of victory.

After many days of intense training, I can finally vent out now.

"Won--!!"

Hirata Masanobu patted Aoyu Masaya on the back forcefully, "Hahaha!"

"Smile and laugh, don't hit him so hard." Qing Youya also saw his smile and laughed immediately.

"The seniors replied to me."

Eiyoshi Tsuboi put down the phone with messages of happiness, encouragement, and memories.

"They said they were watching our games on TV all the time."

The joy of defeating the wall-like Yuzhi High School still filled his heart, he suddenly lowered his head:

"Thank you for inviting me to participate in this competition. The youthful days of working hard together these days will be the most precious memory after I graduated and entered the society, and I will definitely keep it seriously."

"The regret that I took care of the seniors in the past can be filled today, and it all depends on everyone."

"grateful."

"grateful."

"grateful."

Zheng Di's vocal words were full of gratitude beyond words.

"It's nothing." Sohei Sugita put down his familiar longbow and said, "Being able to keep working hard is the best way to thank the past self in my heart."

"Now it's just that everyone is fortunate enough to be able to practice and realize it together."

"Haha, that's right, just tell yourself what you are grateful for. We also enjoy the hard-working youth during this time." Masanobu Hirata laughed.

"Thanks are superfluous." Qing Youya also added.

"After working hard, work hard and be lazy. Next, you will prepare for Tokyo Metropolitan University. Please continue to work hard."

After understanding the air, Kaoru Uesugi said a rare word of encouragement.

The noisy voices have already blocked the door. Many media reporters will come to interview things like this kind of interview with the champion.

Tokyo is the place where most of the bowdo clubs and bowdo practitioners gather. Therefore, the competition in Shinjuku District has a high gold content and has always been concerned by many newspapers and TVs.

"It's over to you."

Not wanting to be entangled by reporters, Uesugi Kai, who was tired all day, decisively chose to let go, walked through the side door alone, and walked out of the auditorium.

The afternoon sun was still hot, and Hanamaru Hanabi, who was waiting on the side of the road, was dyed green by the translucent shade.

Uesugi Kai walked up to her and smiled at the girl's upturned face: "Are you standing outside waiting for me again? You can go to the coffee shop opposite."

"Hanabi thinks that waiting for Kai-kun here will bring him closer." Hanamaru Hanabi smiled cutely.

"Is it hot?"

Kai Uesugi stretched out his hand and wiped the girl's soft face, wiping off a few drops of pink sweat.

He felt a little sweaty just standing here for a while.

"No."

"What about my mother and aunt?"

"Mom and the others said Mr. Kai is great, but the weather is too hot, so let's go outside and play for a while."

Sweat drops have soaked the soft hair at the corners of Hanamaru Hanabi.

"Is it hot?" he asked again.

"There are some."

"Is there any discomfort?"

"No, thank you Kai-kun for caring about Hanabi."

"Little Hanabi has forgotten her identity?" Uesugi Kai smiled and pointed to the ring on her little finger, "It is right to care about your fiancée."

"Ah."

When Hanamaru Hanabi heard the words fiancee, she showed him a nice smile.

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