Chapter 568: Not as Good as the Elder Brother

"Don't be nervous, I will cooperate with you."

In the field, Chiba Kenichi said to the student on the opposite side with a smile. He knew that facing a person like him who was so strong in both physical strength and kendo, the student on the opposite side must be extremely nervous.

The fact was just as he thought, Hatagoro's hand holding the bamboo sword was much stronger than usual.

Although the eldest brother did not say it explicitly, the fact that he was the first to go out was enough to explain the matter.

When I was still in junior high school in Dongcheng, when I participated in a kendo competition, as long as the eldest brother or the military advisor saw that the opponent's team was strong, they would directly put themselves in the first place, go up and dampen the opponent's spirit, and give teammates some confidence, so that Kuroda and others would not be caught off guard as soon as they came up.

He naturally heard the voice of Director Sugawa on the sidelines. That glorious resume was almost the most powerful person he had ever seen except for the eldest brother. He must be a very powerful character, and he must go all out!

"Oh hiss!"

After answering loudly, the two turned around and bowed to Director Arisugawa and Hojo Kyosuke.

The referee waved the flag, the match began, and the two immediately entered the battle mode.

Under the mask, Hatagoro gritted his teeth, grinned, and his eyes were as big as a bull. This was what his elder brother taught him:

"If you feel scared, make yourself fierce, even if it's just a look, don't let your opponent see your inner cowardice, don't let the other party know that you are easy to bully."

After receiving such teachings, he practiced with his elder brother for the first time after joining the Kendo Club of Dongcheng Middle School. At that time, although the elder brother had said that he would not take the initiative to attack, but... Hojo Kyosuke, his invincible elder brother, just stood there, staring at him with his eyes hidden under the horizontal gold, and Hatagoro was so scared that he couldn't even move his toes.

It felt like... as if he would be killed instantly as long as he raised the bamboo sword. He couldn't muster any courage to swing the sword.

He knew he was wearing protective gear and knew it was just an illusion, but he was just afraid.

At that moment, Hatagoro truly understood what his elementary school teacher who taught him kendo meant: "When exchanging swords, you should convey to your opponent the spirit of wanting to chop you to death."

However, although the teacher said so, whether he was sparring with a teacher who looked three times older than him, or sparring with a peer in the dojo who had a "life-and-death feud" with him, he never felt the so-called "spirit of wanting to chop you to death." At that time, he thought it was the teacher's gentleness, and was afraid that if he really scared him to tears, his parents would get in trouble.

But that peer, they had both hit each other with black bricks on the road, and the worst time was when they had five stitches on their heads. If there was such an opportunity to fight openly, both of them would try their best to kill each other. Many times, the sparring was so intense that the teacher and the assistant came to forcibly separate the two, but Hatagoro did not feel the "spirit" from his peer. Instead, he could feel the other party's saliva spraying on his face when exchanging swords. Fortunately, mixed with sweat, he did not smell the stench of saliva after drying.

It's really strange, is he the only one who wants to kill the other party?

Thinking of this, Hatagoro actually felt a little guilty. After all, he really wanted to kill his peer, although he didn't remember how the conflict between the two started. He was a good boy, and he quickly found his peer to apologize after realizing his mistake. But before apologizing, he wanted to confirm one thing.

"Hey, Tiemie, when you exchanged swords with me, did you feel that I wanted to kill you?"

"Ah? What idiotic words are you talking about, of course I did, because I wanted to kill you too!"

What, so he still wanted to kill me? But why didn't I feel it?

The apology was left unresolved, and Hatagoro went to the dojo to find the kendo teacher, and earnestly asked him to let him feel the "spirit of I want to chop you to death". The teacher looked at his favorite student and thought that this was a promising talent. Maybe he would have the opportunity to have his own encyclopedia entry in the future, so he could also become famous as a kendo teacher. So he did not hide his shortcomings and showed his tempered spirit.

As a result, Hatagoro was disappointed. The teacher still did not want to kill him.

As the years went by, Hatagoro's physical fitness got better and better, and he was fighting... Kendo became more and more powerful. He no longer needed to rely on knocking bricks to retaliate against his peers. He could beat the opponent to the ground openly. But unfortunately, every time he had the spirit to kill the opponent, his peers were not afraid at all and would still knock bricks on him secretly.

Asshole, if I had the "spirit of chopping him to death", my peers would be scared to death.

Such confusion followed Hatagoro until he entered the East City and met Hojo Kyosuke.

He, the elder brother, really wanted to kill himself!

The face under the mask was pale, and the sweat had blurred his vision. Hatagoro heard his heartbeat in the heavy breathing.

Boom-Boom-Boom-

It's over, my heart is about to jump out of fear, I'm going to die.

He thought so, and then saw the elder brother opposite put down the bamboo sword, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

"Atian, boys can't be so timid."

The elder brother said so, and Hatagoro, who had at least 20 stitches on his head, smiled foolishly, and then he realized that he was a coward.

"If you feel scared, make yourself fierce, even if it's just a look, don't let your opponent see your inner cowardice, don't let the other party know that you are easy to bully."

The elder brother said so again, and took out his mobile phone to find a few Noh masks, and asked him to pick a favorite one to imitate.

But even so, as long as the referee shouted to start, facing the elder brother who was holding the bamboo sword and entering the fighting state, he was still very scared. The elder brother had no choice but to throw away the bamboo sword and told him to chop hard.

This time, Hatagoro dared to go over with courage, and swung the sword with a "ha ya".

With a snap, the bamboo sword was clamped between the elder brother's palms and could not move forward. Before Hatagoro could react, the bamboo sword was taken away.

"You mean, you can kill me whether I have a sword or not?" Hatagoro said with a sad face.

"Sorry, sorry, I am a timid person, so..."

The elder brother on the opposite side smiled embarrassedly and returned the bamboo sword to him.

It turns out that the elder brother is also a coward. Because he is afraid of death, he has worked hard to practice and master the sword art that can reach the sky and the earth.

He is so timid that he can only feel at ease after killing all enemies.

Hatagoro realized it, so every time he practiced with his elder brother, he swung his sword with all his strength, with the determination to kill his elder brother.

It is said that to learn to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten. This principle applies to any competitive sport, and the same is true for kendo. Feel the tip of the sword full of murderous intent, overcome the fear of retreating, and each resolute blow is not only an external output, but also an internal tempering.

As long as I kill such a powerful elder brother, no one can hurt me.

With this belief, Hatagoro's strength improved by leaps and bounds, quickly surpassing a group of predecessors, becoming one of the five regulars, and even becoming a deputy general.

However, new doubts arose. It was very happy when I beat up my elder brother with others, and it was also very happy when I was chopped away by my elder brother. But... why when I face my elder brother, as long as my elder brother is a little serious, I will still be scared to death.

The longer I practice with my elder brother, the more I think my elder brother is powerful. Not only is he strong, but he also has a good eye. He could tell at a glance that he was a coward.

Hey, I'm a timid, kind, gentle man.

During the holidays, Hatagoro returned to his hometown and beat up his peers as usual.

But what he didn't expect was that his peers were so scared that they peed and sat on the ground, backing away, crying and begging him not to kill them.

Huh? What happened? Hatagoro didn't understand, so he asked directly:

"Didn't I tell you I wanted to kill you?"

"I didn't expect you to really do it this time!"

Confused, Hatagoro put down the baseball bat, and he didn't see his peers again during the entire holiday.

Ah, I understand!

Hatagoro realized again that it wasn't that the teacher and his peers didn't have the "bubble of wanting to kill me", but that their awareness, their courage, and their strength were too weak, just like a mouse trying to trip an elephant.

Big brother, he probably has never felt such courage in me, right?

This Mr. Chiba Kenichi is a famous policeman, maybe he has caught a serial killer, so he must be very courageous!

Thinking of this, Hatagoro's expression became more fierce, his eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out.

Hmm? What's wrong with this kid? He wants to kill me?

Chiba Kenichi raised his eyebrows, not because he was timid, but because the expression of the student opposite was too scary. If it weren't for the mask, he was afraid that the other party would jump over and bite him.

The two looked at each other affectionately, and Hatagoro's fierce expression was full of doubts.

What's going on, why am I not afraid at all, and I don't feel the "spirit to kill me" at all?

Could it be that this Mr. Chiba is more powerful than big brother, so powerful that he can paralyze his brain?

Gurgle

Swallowing his saliva, Hatagoro knew that he couldn't observe anymore, he had to take the initiative to attack, and he had to cut him with a knife no matter what!

"Ah--noodles!"

With a strange cry, Hatagoro stepped forward and raised his bamboo sword without hesitation and swung it hard.

Wow, the speed and momentum are quite good.

Chiba Kenichi thought in surprise, and moved his footsteps. His body also raised up to meet Hatagoro's bamboo sword while rotating, pushing it aside.

Are all high school students so powerful now?

He thought with interest, but this level only surprised him. Among the people he had fought, there were many legends in the police world, the youngest eighth-level swordsman, modern Musashi, and the strongest swordsman Mr. Miyazaki Masahei. Although it was just a puppet used for demonstration during class, it was enough to show how powerful he was.

Thinking nonsense with plenty of room, he hesitated for a while and decided to end the first round with a noodle. He could be gentler afterwards. He must show his level in the first round to let the high school students know how powerful he is.

Thinking so, he was about to get serious when another roar rang in his ears:

"Hand!"

What?

Even though Chiba Kenichi was used to weird shouting, such a spirited shout still made his ears go blank.

Turning his head, he saw the student opposite him with a fierce expression, who looked like he was going to kill someone. He had freed the bamboo sword from his suppression and was slashing straight at his hand.

The trainee 6th dan boss was startled and quickly cheered up. He moved the bamboo sword diagonally and barely blocked the attack.

Bastard, you little brat, are you trying to break my hand!

Feeling the strength on his hand, Chiba Kenichi was shocked again. The force of this knife was much greater than the previous one that slashed at his face.

He almost got hurt because of his carelessness. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He pushed the student's bamboo sword away and took a step back.

I have already let him take a move. Next, let the younger generation see the strength of a mature man.

Thinking of this, the trainee 6th dan shouted "Do" and chopped Hatagoro's abdomen cleanly.

The three referees on the sidelines raised the flag together. It was a beautiful hit without any dispute.

See, kid, even if you are careless for a moment, your uncle's strength is not comparable to yours. You must practice harder in the future.

Chiba Shinichi held the bamboo sword upside down and bowed to the student opposite.

Sure enough, if I don't wear armor, he can chop me with a knife, and I can also chop him with a knife. At most, we will die together, which is not as good as a hair of my brother.

Hatagoro held the sword upside down and bowed with a silly smile.

Papapapapapa——

Director Arisugawa applauded and looked at Hojo Kyosuke and said:

"Your level is really good. You are worthy of being a national champion in junior high school."

"No, no, Chiba-san showed mercy. The gap between a trainee 6th dan and a kendo 3rd dan is really amazing." Hojo Kyosuke exclaimed.

There was no time to mourn Hatagoro's failure. The next person to rush to the battlefield was Eikichi Onizuka, a professional who was beaten by Mitsuha Miyamizu.

Miss Miyamizu was kind and knew that I had wanted to play PC for a long time.

Eikichi Onizuka stood in the field and was eager to try. As a drag racer, he could only run away when he met a traffic policeman. Although the chase was fun, Onizuka had always been a man with dreams and ideals. He had already thought about how to show off to his girlfriend when he returned home. He would say that he was a big shot in the Tokyo police world and was beaten by him and called him big brother, and promised that no one would dare to catch him for drag racing in the future.

On the field, Onitsuka Eikichi was even taller than Chiba Kenichi, but he was not as strong as the other party.

What's going on?

Aren't these little guys afraid of me?

Chiba Kenichi looked at the arrogant young man on the opposite side and felt puzzled.

Hatagoro just now was so fierce that he seemed to want to bite him, and now Onitsuka Eikichi even gave him an illusion that the opponent was holding a baseball bat instead of a bamboo sword.

The referee waved the flag and the game began.

Onitsuka Eikichi raised the bamboo sword above his head with one hand without hesitation and rushed towards the other side.

One hand, raising the sword above the head?

So arrogant?

Looking at the actions of the student on the opposite side, Chiba Kenichi was angry. He originally planned to let the game go in the second round, but he let it go in the third round.

"Noodles!"

With a loud shout, he rushed forward with his foot, holding his bamboo sword higher than Onitsuka Eikichi's, and his movements were amazingly fast. Before Onitsuka's bamboo sword fell, he chopped it straight down and hit the opponent's mask heavily.

Hu——

Three referees raised the flag, and Chiba Kenichi won.

What's going on? Why can Hata Goro fight back and forth, but I can kill him with one sword?

Onitsuka Eikichi felt dizzy and fell back to his seat with a bitter face.

Seeing Onitsuka lose so badly, Miyamizu Mitsuha laughed out loud, and the other members of the Rampage Angels laughed happier than each other.

After confirming that his subordinates were fully aware of Chiba Kenichi's strength, Hojo Kyosuke named all the subordinates with average strength to be beaten.

And Chiba Kenichi found out why these students were all aiming at their hands.

No matter whether it was noodles or torso that was shouted at the beginning, the next change was definitely to chop hands. And the technique and strength of chopping hands are far superior to other techniques.

The scores are the same, chopping hands will not get more points than hitting the face. What's wrong with young people nowadays? Shouldn't they pursue hitting the face? Hitting the face can better reflect the skills and be more impressive?

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