"Mr.
Nangong, tomorrow we will be in-laws, so we don't have to be too restrained."
Said the man known as Mr.
Takano.
This person is another kendo master in Fukuoka who is as famous as Itosai, Hiroma Takano.
"Your son can take a fancy to the little girl, that is her blessing, and it is also my blessing."
Nangong Yuan did not relax his posture because of this sentence, but his posture was lowered.
Hiroshi Takano turned his head, and a faint smile rose on his face like dead wood: "Mr.
Nangong is too modest, Naomi is a smart kid who likes swordsmanship, and he is also destined for our Takano family."
He walked over to the coffee table in the room and sat down slowly.
Stretched out a hand to send the brewed tea to Nangong Yuan, Nangong Yuan hurriedly stretched out his hands to pick it up, but Takano Haozhen did not let go, and continued: "I have two children, Dalang died young, this Erlang is the sustenance of my life.
So, whatever he likes, I will give it to him. ” Nangong Yuan raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and said, "Don't worry, Mr.
Takano, there will definitely be no problem in this matter." ” Hiroshi Takano nodded, then let go of his hand, and then pulled out a scroll from his cuff and spread it on the tea table and slowly unfolded it.
Nangong Yuan's hand shook slightly, and he almost dropped the tea cup in his hand to the ground.
The scroll depicts a map of all of Japan, with hundreds of large and small red dots representing every kendo hall in Japan that the Takano family has.
Hiroshi Takano looked flat: "Then, let's talk about cooperation." ” Nangong Yuan was so excited that he nodded hurriedly: "Haiyi!
” …… This is a sushi restaurant called Kimta, which is not large, about 15 tatami mats.
The dark brown wood-paneled lobby has eight seats.
The kitchen is open-plan and can be seen from anywhere in the shop The chef at the back of the bar.
It also facilitates the interaction between the owner and the customer.
Because the store is hidden in the depths of the alley, and the meal has not yet arrived, there are only three people in the store now: Yu Wencheng, Chana and Naomi.
When the table is full of Japanese dishes such as sashimi and sushi.
Chanel was the first to raise her glass.
"Cheers!
Celebrate Naomi's reach for the finals!
Chanel's emotions were unusually high, and she was excited as if she was the one who had won the award.
Naomi smiled slightly, raised her glass and touched a glass with Chana, the heavy glass made a crisp sound, and the golden wine shook violently.
"Ariador!"
The three of them drank bitterly, and Chanel even had a little wine foam on the skin of her mouth, as if she had a white beard, which looked very funny.
Chana didn't bother to wipe it off, and hooked Naomi's shoulder like an uncle: "Naomi!
You don't know, today I was stunned in the stands!
Just see that a few swords from your brush will knock those people to the ground!
That's so handsome!
Wait until you win big Contest!
You're a rookie in kendo!
When the time comes, you're going to help me bully this big badass!
He can't beat him with me, so he knows how to bully me!
” Chana said as she glared at Yu Wencheng.
Naomi: "......"
Yu Wencheng also glared at Chana: "What?
And you can beat me with her?
Let me tell you, even if all the contestants of your kendo competition go together, Lao Tzu is not afraid!
” Naomi: "......"
Chana jumped on the table and stuck out her tongue: "Slightly!"
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” "Come down!
You come down for me!
Let's have a fight, see who brags!
” Naomi: "......"
She kept smiling, but her heart was inexplicably bitter.
Yu Wencheng and Chanel......
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a natural pair of happy enemies......
How can such a couple tolerate other feelings......
She stopped talking, tilted her head and took another drink. …… The next morning, the mist was misty in the mountains, and the sun had just risen.
A heavy bell rang quietly, shattering the silence of the mountain and waking up the mountain that had slept all night.
With the bells echoing in the mountains, the much-anticipated kendo tournament finally began.
Countless people climb up the long ladder, and the road is already lined with vendors selling all kinds of merchandise.
Many spectators streamed in through the gate and took their seats in the auditorium.
For today's tournament, the venue has obviously undergone careful adjustments, removing a large number of competition tables, leaving only the only one in the center.
This position also has the best view, ensuring an unobstructed view of the stage from any corner of the hall.
When all the spectators were seated, there were two rows of people wearing kendo uniforms, and the white row was wearing white kendo uniforms, and the word Beiyuan was embroidered with black thread on the chest.
The other row was dressed in a black kendo suit with Takanoji embroidered on his chest Word.
Not surprisingly, the two finalists were from these two masters, which fully reflected the abundant background of these two kendo families, so the seats on both sides of the competition table were reserved for the disciples of their respective venues.
After that, countless reporters poured into the stadium with long guns and short guns, each setting up their own equipment, and aiming at the center of the stadium.
Although their study of kendo is only superficial, it certainly does not prevent them from appearing here kind of occasions.
The two sides of today's match, one is Jiro Takano, the son of kendo master Hiroshi Takano, and the other is a female disciple of the same kendo master Itosai.
A man and a woman representing the two masters.
You know, so far, these two masters have never fought in public.
The outside world has never been able to judge which of the two masters is stronger and who is weak, so this competition has become the best touchstone for judging the level of the two masters.
Tomorrow's headlines are pretty much the same, and there will be winners and losers anyway.
No matter who wins or loses, there is no need to worry about the sales of this newspaper tomorrow.
Some of the depressing venues were faintly boiling.
Therefore, two giants of Japanese kendo are slowly entering the stadium at this moment.
Hiroshi Takano, who wears a black kendo suit with a serious expression, and Itosai, who is snow-white and has a peaceful smile on his face.
The two of them came hand in hand and stepped into the kendo hall together.
The arrival of the two Japanese kendo giants instantly attracted everyone's attention, and for a while, the shutter sound was like a sewing machine in a woman's hand, clicking non-stop.
The flashing lights flashed like thunder and lightning, painting the entire stadium white.
From entering to seating, the two masters are dignified and elegant, self-contained.
Like the displacement of a giant mountain, it is full of coercion.
Under this invisible pressure, no reporter dared to come forward to do any so-called exclusive interviews during the whole process.
The two of them sat down separately and closed their eyes at the same time.
In the venue, there was a sudden silence.