Chapter 957

He said habitually, his voice clearly audible in the slightly empty club room.

Hearing this.

The shogi club members who heard the movement, whether they were sitting in front of the chessboard thinking, or watching the game or flipping through shogi manuals on the side, all stopped their movements instantly and turned their heads to look in unison.

When they saw Natsume Chikage finally appear at the door, excited and expectant light burst out in their eyes instantly.

Especially the consultant teacher Nomura Tomohiro, he was looking forward to Natsume Chikage coming over too much, almost could be said to be looking forward to it.

You know, when he was young, he was also a quasi-professional shogi player, struggling in the shogi world.

Unfortunately, as he got older, his reaction and energy were not as good as when he was young, and he failed to successfully promote to the professional level within the specified age limit, so in the official level of the Shogi Association, it was only displayed as quasi-professional at the highest.

He himself knew clearly that his strength ceiling was about here, otherwise he would have been promoted long ago.

Although this was the case, it didn't mean his love for shogi had faded, nor did it mean he didn't long to play against the strong.

So, as long as Yasui Ryoto and Arakawa Kiai, and other shogi club members, including the club president, were in the club room, he would take the initiative to invite them to play.

No other reason, simply because he liked shogi, enjoying the feeling of strategizing and fighting head-on on the chessboard.

Now, it was finally difficult to have an opponent like Natsume Chikage in the school whose strength was similar to his own, and even more spiritual in some aspects, Nomura Tomohiro had to have a good "fight" with him!

It could even be said that from the time he knew Natsume Chikage was promoted to the fifth round, he had been thinking about playing against Natsume Chikage.

It was just that this guy, before, refused to come to the shogi club no matter what, making him have expectations but nowhere to display them.

But today, this kid finally came!

Nomura Tomohiro rubbed his hands, thinking secretly: no matter what, he, this old senior, former quasi-professional shogi player, had to "teach" this junior well on the chessboard, let him understand what it means to have people outside people, heaven outside heaven! What is called ginger is still spicy when it's old!

And Yasui Ryoto on the side, at this moment, was also turbulent in his heart, even carrying a bit of unconvinced sourness.

But what made him feel even more uncomfortable and unfair was that, clearly his strength evaluation was that he and Natsume-kun should be on par, not much difference.

But this guy just broke into the sixth round, while he was defeated by a professional player whose strength indeed exceeded his own by a large margin in the crucial fifth round.

Yasui Ryoto couldn't help but think: if he had also drawn an opponent who was relatively weaker like Natsume-kun encountered before, maybe the one who broke into the sixth round now would be himself.

And if he could break into the sixth round, he would definitely be able to show off in front of Tsuki-shima, showing his strength, thereby gaining her attention and favor.

Yasui Ryoto shook his head, throwing away the distracting thoughts.

Since he couldn't prove himself on the official arena, then now, proving it in the club room was also completely possible!

After all, Natsume Chikage was now a "celebrity" who broke into the sixth round, and his strength was officially certified.

As long as he could win against Natsume Chikage in the game, wouldn't he be able to prove that his strength was not below him at all, and might even be stronger?

Thinking of this, Yasui Ryoto's eyes also became hot, full of fighting spirit.

And Arakawa Kiai's thoughts were much simpler and more direct.

She saw Natsume Chikage come in, jumped up from her seat immediately, put her hands on her hips, grinned, showing a bright smile that carried a bit of "ill intent," and laughed loudly.

"Good kid! Finally willing to grace us with your presence!"

She walked to Natsume Chikage in a few steps, patted his shoulder, the force was not small.

"Hurry over and sit down! Play a game with your Ai-jie first! Let me see the quality of your 'sixth round player'!"

Yasui Ryoto heard this, eyes widened instantly, hurriedly spoke, his tone urgent.

"No—Kiai! Wait! How come it should be playing with me first! Playing with me, it has a better training effect for him!"

He tried to fight for priority from the perspective of "for Natsume-kun's own good."

Consultant teacher Nomura Tomohiro also widened his eyes instantly, his beard slightly curled up, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Ryoto-kun, what are you saying! Fart! Who is the biggest here? Who has the oldest seniority?"

He pointed to himself, righteous and strict.

"I am the biggest! I am the consultant teacher, right?"

"And my strength, isn't it about the same as you stinky kid! Maybe even more experienced!"

"More importantly, I am a teacher! Playing with me, that's called having the effect of a 'guidance game,' can learn things!"

The more he spoke, the more he felt his reasons were sufficient, and he puffed out his chest.

"Also! I promised to teach Natsume-kun the 'Thunder Hand' stunt before, and haven't had a chance to teach it yet!"

"No matter how you look at it, it should be playing with me first! Let me 'guide' him first!"

Yasui Ryoto heard this, immediately refuted unconvinced, completely forgetting the "respect" for the teacher.

"I go first! Teacher, you have played so many games, not missing this one, step aside!"

"Presumptuous! Yasui Ryoto! How are you talking to the teacher?" Nomura Tomohiro blew his beard and stared.

"Don't you usually talk to us like this in the club room, grabbing games! How are we talking to you!" Yasui Ryoto argued with reason, not giving an inch.

"Ha!? I see you kid's wings are hard today, wanting to rebel, right?" Nomura Tomohiro was so angry that he rolled up his non-existent sleeves.

The two stuck their necks, stared at each other, their faces almost sticking together, saliva stars were about to spray onto each other's faces, a posture of no one convinced by anyone, all wanting to go first!

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Just when the two were arguing, and it looked like it was about to escalate from verbal argument to physical pushing.

"Bang—!!!"

A loud noise exploded suddenly!

I saw Arakawa Kiai, who had been watching coldly, without warning, fiercely smashed a fist onto a sturdy solid wood table beside her!

The whole table shook violently, the shogi board placed on the table jumped directly, the pieces on it scattered with a clatter, some fell on the table, some rolled onto the tatami, making a crisp "pitter-patter" sound.

Even, at the position of the table hit by the fist, a shallow concave mark appeared vaguely, and the wood grain around it was twisted.

Arakawa Kiai withdrew her fist, stood up slowly, the bright smile on her face had disappeared, replaced by a kind of calmness that made people's backs feel cold.

She turned her head slowly, her gaze like a cold blade, sweeping across Nomura Tomohiro and Yasui Ryoto who froze instantly, their faces turning pale.

Her voice was not high, but carried a kind of invisible, heavy pressure, saying word by word.

"All—of—you—shut—up!"

"I—said—I—go—first."

"Are—your—ears—deaf?"

Every word she said, Nomura Tomohiro and Yasui Ryoto's bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Witnessing the power of that terrifying punch just now, and the terrifying aura emanating from Arakawa Kiai at this moment, the two woke up from the fanaticism of the argument instantly, a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

They had all personally experienced, or witnessed, Arakawa Kiai's terrifying combination of "natural divine power" plus "judo black belt."

Nomura Tomohiro was an adult male, but his body type was thin, and he had long passed the age of being able to fight.

Yasui Ryoto was a high school student in his prime, and his physique was considered strong, but in front of Arakawa Kiai, his little strength and fighting skills were just like children playing house.

At this moment, both of them knew clearly in their hearts: want to resist? That was really thinking their lives were too long, or their bones were too hard!

Yasui Ryoto reacted the fastest, fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead instantly, a smile that was extremely stiff and flattering to the extreme squeezed onto his face, frantically laughing, his voice changing because of tension.

"Ha, haha... that, Kiai, you are right! You are too right!"

"I also think... you, you play against Natsume-kun first, it's really quite good! Very suitable!"

While saying, he secretly signaled Nomura Tomohiro to give in quickly with his eyes.

Nomura Tomohiro was also scared not lightly, looking at the shallow fist mark on the table, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, hurriedly following and nodding, speaking incoherently.

"Mm, mm-hmm! Right, right! Arakawa-san... you go first, you go first and play against Natsume-kun, it's really quite good! Especially good!"

"We, we have no opinion! Absolutely no opinion!"

The attitude of the two changed one hundred and eighty degrees instantly, obedient like two quails.

Arakawa Kiai snorted coldly, withdrew that intimidating gaze, as if the terrifying aura just now was just an illusion.

She turned back to Natsume Chikage, the expression on her face changed back to that smile carrying a bit of heartiness and eagerness, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"Alright, things are solved, these two guys won't argue anymore."

"Natsume-kun, you come over here and sit down."

She pointed to a position in the center of the room where the chessboard had been reset.

"Let your Ai-jie, properly learn about your strength now!"

Natsume Chikage witnessed the whole process of that extremely impactful scene just now, and at this moment, he also felt ashamed and silent.

He looked at Nomura-sensei and Yasui Ryoto who were still lingering in fear and dared to be angry but dared not speak, and then looked at Arakawa Kiai's smiling face that seemed as if nothing had happened, and the faint concave mark on the table...

Those who know the times are heroes.

Natsume Chikage walked to the chessboard and sat down properly.

"Please give me your guidance, Arakawa-senpai."