As Masas.h.i.+ looked at the records of the kendo hall, Ogata asked: “Rumi, you have a very good relations.h.i.+p with Masas.h.i.+, is he your relative?”

“No, senior is a very important person to me, but also my life goal.”

“What? You, you want to pursue him?” Ogata was surprised that his chin almost falling off.

Kazumi couldn’t help but laugh, she knew what Rumi meant by “pursuit”. But this guy doesn’t know that. He’s only misunderstanding things.

“Yes.” Rumi thinks that these were a little strange, but still firmly replied.

“What good does that guy have?” Ogata was shocked and angry.

Hearing those words, Kazumi frowned and looked at him coldly.

“Ogata, please don’t insult senior, I will not allow anyone to disrespect senior,” Rumi said very seriously.

“You…..” taken aback by Rumi’s words, Ogata could not respond.

“Forget it,” he then walked away resentfully.

At nine o’clock, the person in charge of the compet.i.tion gathered all the players and instructors in the same place.

Then a thin person, wearing black frame gla.s.ses about 50-60 years old, half-bald man came in front of the crowd. Everyone immediately held a round of applause.

“Good morning, everyone. I am the manager of the kendo hall, Kubo Sho. I am very honored to be able to hold the annual high school kendo compet.i.tion in this kendo hall. As always I hope everyone could do their best to achieve good results.”

Immediately a burst of applause could be heard.

Fortunately, this old man only had a short speech, and stepped down right away. Then the referee in charge of the matches spoke about the compet.i.tion rules and precautions. After talking about the rules, the compet.i.tion officially begins.

Almost all high schools in Tokyo are partic.i.p.ating in this compet.i.tion. Because of this large number of compet.i.tors, the game is held in four stages.

The compet.i.tion is divided into a team compet.i.tion and an individual compet.i.tion, the team compet.i.tion is conducted today. The compet.i.tion system uses an elimination system making the compet.i.tion very fierce. Everywhere you can hear the sound of bamboo sword and protective gears colliding, battle cry can also be heard, and referee stopping the match can also be heard. Some novice that first time attends the compet.i.tion was nervous, pale and trembling.

Watching the compet.i.tion held Masas.h.i.+ began to yawn. After all, high school students, regardless of their strength and skills, compared to an adult’s strength when swinging a sword has a big gap. Apart from one or two of them, many were not worth looking at.

Rumi’s kendo club also has two matches, one is a private school while the other was a public high school. Aside one male member losing, the captain of the kendo club, Ogata and the vice-captain of the kendo club, Rumi won their matches. Several instructor were very happy, Omura invited them to eat at a conveyor belt sus.h.i.+ for winning a match.

“Senior, how did I do?” After the match, Rumi immediately came over to ask.

“The opponent was too weak. I have no pointers to instruct you. However, congratulations for winning the match.” Masas.h.i.+ said with a smile.

“Thank you, senior.” Rumi listened very happily.

“Well, even if the opponents are weak, the person that talks about them is not much better,” Ogata said at the side, sneered.

“Is he talking about me?” Masas.h.i.+ curiously asked.

Rumi revealed her small tongue, too embarra.s.sed to speak.

Although the members in the match were only the captain, vice-captain, and another member, three on three match, but almost every member of the Kendo came to watch. Everyone was cheering for their teammates, even though it’s noisy, it was still very lively.

At noon, the compet.i.tion was paused to allow the compet.i.tors to eat.

Originally Rumi wanted to invite Masas.h.i.+ and Kazumi to join them eat, but was refused as they didn’t want to take advantage of them.

Masas.h.i.+ and Kazumi went to a restaurant to dine.

The match will not resume until two o’clock in the afternoon, after eating, there was still plenty of time, so Masas.h.i.+ and Kazumi just walk down the street.

“Brother, do you think Rumi can win?” While they were walking, Kazumi asked.

“In the team compet.i.tion it’s hard to say if she can win, after all there’s three matches, but in the individual compet.i.tion, so long as she competes like always, even if not champion, but runner-up wouldn’t be a problem.”

“So Rumi is so strong, I didn’t know that.”

“Although her personality is a little bad, she’s pretty good.”

“Brother, I heard Rumi talking about you having a match against her with no protection. When did you start practicing Kendo? Can you tell me?” While looking at Masas.h.i.+, Kazumi said.

It seems that some things are unavoidable.

Masas.h.i.+ looked down for a moment and then looked at Kazumi’s eyes “Kazumi there are somethings that I can’t tell you, but you’re my sister, so I don’t want to lie to you. Can you let me keep some secrets?”

Masas.h.i.+ looked deeply at Kazumi, and after a while suddenly smile.

Then she hugged Masas.h.i.+’s arm leaning her head on his shoulder gently saying, “If you don’t want to say, I won’t mind, you being nice to me is enough. I’m not afraid of anything as long as you around.”

Masas.h.i.+ wasn’t against Kazumi holding his hand, after a while he says: “The match is about to continue, let’s go back.”

“Ah.” Kazumi was very comfortable with him and squealed softly.