I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Abeji has practiced the "After-school Series DVD" given by Sosuke Araki many times after returning home.

Now no matter what kind of movements and expressions the female teacher on the screen puts on, there will no longer be any waves in his heart.

So he went to the Shujing Dakendo Department to find Araki Sosuke several times later, but he heard that this guy was busy looking for jobs and gatherings, and he didn't seem to be bothered by the "unclear sword intent" at all, so he naturally reacted to the last time It was fooled.

"'Tachibana Piaoxue', I've been to the Kendo Club many times recently to look for seniors." Yamada Kengo immediately whispered.

"This troublesome guy, I'm just getting annoyed... I gave you the 'After School Series' last time, but there are still more than 200 volumes left. When you finish reading them all, you will understand the meaning of 'drawing the knife to cut off the water and the water will flow more'." 'Come back later."

"What? There are more than two hundred copies of such a terrifying thing?"

Hearing what the other party said, cold sweat dripped from Abeji's forehead.

Araki Sousuke, who was already in a bad mood, suddenly had a plan when he saw Abeji who was entangled in front of him and the envious eyes from the women on both sides.

"Ahem... You really have the courage to come and challenge us during the hell training of our Kendo Department."

Araki Sousuke clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then looked at Abe Temple opposite him provocatively.

"Training in hell? You guys, are you still lying? It's just embezzling club funds to eat and drink."

Abe Temple immediately retorted.

"You really dare to say it...Then do you dare to come in and participate in our training together... Let me show you what kind of hell the members of the Shujing Great Kendo Department practice every day..."

Sousuke Araki put his hands in his pockets and challenged the opponent.

"Hmph, we'll wait and see. But after that, you have to compete with me today." Abe Temple smiled disdainfully, and walked into the roast meat shop first.

"Sorry, sorry, we didn't want to leave just now, but we went to pick up a new friend..."

Walking into the warm box, Araki Sousuke immediately warmly greeted several "female college students" on the opposite side, and then forced the unknown Abeji into the middle of the two largest "girls".

"I would like to introduce to you all, this one is the head of the Kendo Club from the University of Tokyo, the first place in the National Men's Kendo Championship this year, and the one who sent the sword title 'Tachibana Snow', Abeji!!!"

Just as Abeji, whose whole body seemed to be shining with dazzling light, entered the box, the members of the Shibujing Great Kendo Department immediately merged into the darkness and turned into nothingness.

"Roar……"

The "girls" of the Waseda Women's Sumo Club, like beasts that have been hungry for many years, suddenly turned their heads stiffly and excitedly when they saw fresh, plump and juicy Wagyu beef, with dazzling lights in their eyes.

In the ears of everyone, it seemed that the deep roar of the prehistoric giant beast sounded.

At this moment, Araki Sousuke, who was just standing behind Abeji Temple, also felt the gaze of endless hunger, and experienced the fear of being stared at by several prehistoric giants at the same time.

Then, he decisively retreated to the seat on the side of the Kendo Department.

At first glance, Abeji had a very good family education. After Araki Sousuke's introduction, although he felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong, he still greeted everyone present very politely.

"Despicable foreigner..."

"Damn it, why did this guy Tachibana Piaoxue suddenly appear to steal love? I was already chatting with that girl..."

With the arrival of Abeji Temple, the originally happy box was immediately divided into two gatherings: "Abeji Temple and Women's Sumo Club" and "Shibujing Daikendo Club".

"What's the difference between this appearance and the usual gathering..."

The members of the kendo club, who turned into little transparent ones, could only gather around and drink alcohol with tears in their eyes.

As for Abe Temple, which was at the center of the storm, there were four huge "girls" who looked like beasts sitting in the middle, and Sousuke Araki could hardly see his figure clearly.

"Aren't the guys like Shijingda not satisfied with practicing with DVDs?"

Feeling the huge power coming from around the arms, even Abeji, who has been practicing kendo all the year round, can't resist it, as weak and helpless as in the eye of a storm.

"So it's not just the cultivation of strength, it's also a test of maintaining normality and indifference? The group of dark horses in the Sujing are really not easy..."

Looking at the frightening "beauty" of these women around him, Abeji felt a chill down his back, and could only get a little warmth through the green tea in his hand.

Kendo is a sport that pays great attention to "equanimity". Not only the audience outside the court must keep absolute silence, but the contestants can't even cheer on the spot after winning, otherwise their results will be cancelled.

"However, I will not admit defeat."

Holding the green tea tightly, Abeji began to try to maintain a "normal heart" to resist the dual pressure of physical and mental pressure brought by the group of heavyweight women in front of him, with a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes.

Five minutes later, amidst the excessive enthusiasm and desire of several female sumo wrestlers, he was undoubtedly defeated.

He was heaving and sinking in the heat wave, and his sanity was already in a trance, as if he saw a huge F key appearing in the void.

"Damn it, I don't know why, but my instinct tells me that I can't press it. If I press it, everything will be over... Is my kendo so vulnerable in the daily training of Shijing University? Everyone in Shijing University, On weekdays, I have survived this kind of training."

It's not that Abe Temple doesn't work hard, but that the "girls" in the sumo club are too tough, their appearance is too shocking, and their performance is too enthusiastic, which makes him unable to resist.

In order to compete for the position next to him, several "girls" have already drawn a circle beside him and started a push-hand competition.

Abe Temple looked at a row of men opposite, already full of admiration.

"Hmph, Abeji, you know how powerful you are now."

Sousuke Araki, who was hiding in the corner with a beer, looked with satisfaction at the flower-like Abe Temple, which was gradually swallowed up and disappeared in the violent wind and rain... no, in the mudslide.

By the end of the party, it was almost twelve o'clock.

When everyone said goodbye in front of the yakiniku restaurant, Abeji, who was disheveled, was still firmly "controlled" by the members of the sumo club, and invited him to the hotel to participate in the next "multiplayer sport".

Just when Araki Sousuke turned around and was about to run away, Abeji struggled out of the sea of ​​people in disheveled clothes, and grabbed his clothes tightly.

"This... now you can compete with me..."

At this moment, Abe Temple has long lost the delicate and refined image before, panting heavily, with a few exaggerated huge lip marks on his face, and the training clothes that originally fit were also pulled and deformed.

"You bastard, you really don't want to see the Yellow River. It just so happens that my uncle is in a bad mood today, so I reluctantly fight you..."

Seeing the other party's unyielding eyes, Araki Sousuke frowned and showed a terrible smile.

Ahem... Have a brief chat with the readers who read this.

Many readers should have noticed that the pace of this book is relatively slow, and there is a lot of foreshadowing in the early stage. The plot has not yet fully unfolded here, and some readers who are used to reading fast-paced may feel uncomfortable.

In order to ensure the quality of the long-term plot, I personally think that the necessary foreshadowing and character shaping are still important, and the plot rhythm will gradually become tighter at around 100,000 words.

As for some readers' preconceived judgments about the direction of the follow-up plot and the style of this book, that is inevitable. It is expected that the answer will be obtained through the plot in the next week or two, so I will not explain much.

PS: This book currently has a detailed outline of 500,000 words, and a rough outline of more than one million words. Please rest assured to eat/fat up.