Chapter 523

When joining the Japanese police, one must choose at least one of kendo and judo for training, and must reach the level of first dan or above.

Among them, the number of people choosing kendo is the largest.

Only the higher your kendo strength, the easier it is to enter the vision of superiors and be appreciated and promoted.

Of course.

Besides these groups with official backgrounds who attach great importance to kendo.

Many big families with a long history also list kendo as a hard-core study course for younger generations, especially male members, regarding it as an important social capital and a channel to enhance family reputation.

It can be said that if you are not proficient in this, you can hardly even touch the threshold of that circle.

Because of this, many people with prominent family backgrounds will let their descendants join the kendo department during high school and try their best to help them win Tamaryuki honors.

Because once you win the Tamaryuki championship, it represents the honor and symbol of the younger generation, which is an extremely loud and eye-catching gold-lettered signboard!

When you enter society in the future, you only need to show this name, whether in social occasions or in job promotion, the road will be much smoother!

And the descendants of these families receive the most top-notch training since childhood, and their strength foundation is generally far beyond ordinary people.

They almost all aim at the Tamaryuki laurel, and the competition is fierce beyond imagination.

It's really not that simple to stand out from them.

And his two proud disciples were the Tamaryuki winners who fought out of that Shura field!

Although they were not born in prominent families, they relied on their excellent talent and unremitting efforts to break out of a world.

Even so, their road to the championship was unusually arduous, full of sweat and scars.

And this A-kun in front of him, looking at his temperament and demeanor, is clearly also from an extraordinary family.

But now he is required to reach the height that his disciples reached after years of hard practice in just two weeks?

This is simply an impossible task!

Kojima Yoshinobu knew the means and majesty of the Yutang family. If he really didn't complete the instructions they issued, he would probably face unpredictable consequences, and even his life would be in danger.

But knowing is knowing, if some things are not pointed out in advance at this time, when there is no improvement in training in the future, I am afraid there will be no room for maneuver, and even the opportunity for explanation will not exist.

He took a deep breath, bearing huge pressure, bowed deeply again, his words sincere and heavy:

"Even if you are the noble envoy of the Yutang family... I still have to risk my life to report: wanting to cultivate someone with no kendo experience into a swordsman with the posture of winning the championship in two weeks is absolutely impossible."

"This is not shirking, but a heartfelt word based on reality and experience."

Arai Kotaro also hurriedly stepped forward, lowered his head in agreement, his tone anxious:

"Master is right... this is almost impossible to do, the difficulty is no different from ascending to heaven, please think twice, my lord!"

Horie Kenichi, although he didn't want to bow humbly in front of the person he liked, also nodded slightly in silence, clearly fully agreeing with his master and senior brother's views.

Jinwei Tong's expression didn't change at all, as if she had expected their reaction.

She spoke indifferently, her tone calm but carrying unquestionable determination:

"It doesn't matter."

"You only need to ensure that you provide him with more than five hours of strict guidance every day in the next two weeks."

"But during this period, you must do your best, without reservation."

"As for other aspects, including what level he can eventually reach, I will handle it myself. You only need to fulfill your duty of teaching."

Hearing this, Kojima Yoshinobu's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

After all, the envoy from the Yutang family had already said this, clearly stating that she knew the difficulty and was willing to take responsibility for "other aspects," so the biggest pressure on his shoulders was lifted by more than half.

But the effort that should be made must still be paid 100%.

This is not only related to the professional ethics and inner criteria of a martial artist, but also because if there is any slack, it may still be angered by the Yutang family, and the ending is equally unbearable.

And Jinwei Tong finished explaining, turned her head, looked at Natsume Chikage beside her, and reminded him in her consistent flat tone:

"That's the situation."

"For the next two weeks, take care of yourself."

Saying this.

She didn't say much more and walked straight to the viewing area on the side of the hall.

The man in black who had been standing silently like a shadow instantly understood.

He moved swiftly and silently to move a chair with a soft cushion from the side and placed it steadily in the most suitable viewing position.

At the same time, another man in black skillfully set up a high-definition camera, the lens aimed precisely at the training area in the center of the hall, and began to record without interruption.

Jinwei Tong sat down elegantly, her posture dignified, her hands naturally crossed and placed on her knees.

Her eyes, which lacked emotional fluctuations, looked quietly toward the field, clearly ready to "monitor" the entire training process here.

Natsume Chikage retracted his gaze from Jinwei Tong and looked at the three coaches waiting in battle, as well as this solemn hall that was somewhat suffocating.

He clearly felt that the pressure this time was really full.

Even several times heavier than the baseball competition last time.

After all, if he lost the baseball game, the worst result would be "single for three years."

And if he failed this time, not only would he lose an extremely powerful special equipment, but he would also have to face a terrifying monthly rent of 600,000 yen.

More importantly, this would also implicate his sister, making the life that the two had just stabilized fall into a desperate situation again.

However, it is not completely hopeless.

He still had confidence in his heart.

After all, he possessed that special equipment that could significantly improve kendo comprehension, which was just right for dealing with the current situation that required rapid growth.

Even if the difficulty was still too high under the blessing of the equipment, he could still try to collect some "attribute points" through other channels in these two weeks, adopting a curve-saving approach.

Directly use the accumulated attribute points to simply and rudely raise key physical qualities such as strength and agility to a level that ordinary people cannot reach.

Unless the opponent is a 'superman' like him, otherwise, relying on the crushing of physical quality, he won't lose at all.

It is because he has these hidden trump cards that Natsume Chikage dared to accept Yutang Zhiji's seemingly absurd request at the beginning.

Otherwise, he would have tried every means to refuse at the beginning.

And at this time.

Kojima Yoshinobu, a kendo seventh-dan master, cast his scrutinizing gaze back to Natsume Chikage.

The teenager in front of him was excessively handsome, his figure still appeared tall and straight under the embryonic form of the large kendo clothes, but the first impression he gave people was still like a noble son who had been pampered and had not experienced wind and rain, far from the muscular and brave swordsman in the traditional sense.

He lowered his voice, his tone as serious as iron, carrying a meaning of burning bridges:

"A-kun, the next two weeks will be hellish tempering."

"Even if you cry out in pain, cry out in fatigue, or even want to give up halfway, as long as the time is not up, I will do my best to guide you with the strictest standards, and will never relax the requirements for any reason."

His eyes were burning, trying to ignite the fighting spirit in the other party's eyes.

"Therefore, please also take out the determination of 'must die' to learn from now on!"

"Otherwise, you have absolutely no possibility of reaching the basic level that an ordinary swordsman should have, let alone challenging the Shura battlefield of Tamaryuki, which gathers top high school masters from all over the country!"

Natsume Chikage met his stern gaze, his face didn't show fear or retreat, just nodded calmly:

"I understand."

"Please start."

Kojima Yoshinobu felt a trace of faint appreciation in his heart for Natsume Chikage's attitude of being so crisp and neat, without even asking an extra question.

But this trace of appreciation was just a flash.

He knew deeply that young masters from big families like A-kun were mostly pampered and lacked true tenacity.

It is highly likely that shortly after the training started, he would complain because of the soreness of his body and the fatigue of his spirit, and even want to give up.

But no matter what, as long as the training started, he would never stop, nor would he lower the standards.

This is his dignity as a master, and also an explanation for the Yutang family's entrustment.

Therefore, he immediately turned to the young disciple beside him who had a decent appearance, and arranged the task with clear and fast instructions:

"Time is tight, the task is arduous, and every second must be fought for."

"Kenichi, you first do a standard action demonstration on the side, and I will personally correct and guide A-kun's basic posture and action essentials, and at the same time explain the core rules and spirit of kendo to him."

His speaking speed accelerated, his thinking was clear.

"After his basic actions are confirmed to be roughly correct by me, let you go to the field first and conduct several guidance-oriented confrontation exercises with him."

"The goal is not victory or defeat, but to let him get familiar with the real competition rhythm, sense of distance, and sense of oppression as soon as possible."

"After that, we will flexibly adjust the subsequent training plan and intensity according to his actual reaction and progress speed! Do you understand?"

Horie Kenichi keenly noticed that Jinwei Tong, who was sitting on the side, had her emotionless gaze seemingly cast toward his side.

A sense of excitement mixed with desire for performance and competitive consciousness surged in his heart.

Great!

The opportunity is here!