I teach judo in Tokyo

Chapter 193 Why am I not as fast as you?
The moment when the two men were dueling just now was displayed from five angles at the same time on the big screen.

In slow motion, everyone could clearly see that after the two people approached, the bamboo knives in their hands stabbed out simultaneously.

The first blow stabbed the chest, and the tips of the bamboo knives collided and bounced off. Okita was a third of a beat slower and was at a disadvantage.

The second blow stabbed his throat, but it also collided and bounced away. Okita was two-thirds of a beat slower, and his posture collapsed.

Then comes the third stab at the noodle.

This time, the bamboo sword in Okita Souji's hand was stabbing a beat slower than Sousuke!
While his bamboo sword was still in the process of thrusting, Sousuke's bamboo sword had already hit the target steadily.

This time, Sousuke fine-tuned the final stabbing point, adjusting the point of attack on the visor back to the throat.

If you tattoo the face, the gap in the visor will be a bit large, and you may be seriously injured if you accidentally get into an accident.

Moreover, in kendo competitions, the scoring point for thrusts can only be the throat position.

The huge impact sent Souji Okita flying out.

"This" Okita Souji stopped talking.

Okita Souji didn't even have time to thrust out for the third time, let alone the two subsequent shoulder thrusts he developed on his own.

Even if you don't worry about where Atobe Sousuke's three thrusts came from, it is a fact that his thrusts are not as good as the opponent's.

Okita Souji actually lost to Atobe Sousuke in the thrust!
The Okita family's thrust is not as good as that of a person not named Okita! ?

The two men faced off again with a calm attitude.

Amid the uproar in the audience, the referee raised the flag and announced that Sousuke's score was valid.

That can only mean that this Atobu has already mastered this trick before.
So he asked hesitantly: "Do you know Souji Okita, the previous generation of our Okita family?"

Many viewers couldn't help but rub their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.

He believed that Atobe Sousuke never learned it secretly after seeing him use it on the spot. If he could learn it in a short period of time just at a glance, it would be an insult to the Okita family's three-stage thrust.

A person's wisdom exceeds the sum accumulated by their Okita family for generations?

He just returned to his starting position and asked in disbelief: "Can you really do three thrusts!?"

Why did you still lose?
I'm going to try again!
Okita Souji gritted his teeth and assumed the same flat blue eyes posture.

As a result, the man in front of me said that he created it by himself?

But his face remained gloomy.

The cheers from the spectators outside were noisy and chaotic.

What a joke!
Atobe Sousuke held the sword with both hands and once again assumed a calm posture: "Nothing is impossible. Didn't you yourself change the three-stage thrust into a five-stage with more stages?"

"Isn't it impossible?" Okita Souji was dumbfounded. Their three thrusts had been restored and improved from generation to generation, and it took many years to perfect them to their current level.

But he was a good-looking, talented swordsman with the baggage of an idol, so he couldn't shout these three words.

On the field, Okita Souji bounced up quickly as soon as he landed. He looked at Atobe Sousuke in shock. He almost exclaimed "impossible".

"I don't know, I know what you are thinking." Atobe Sousuke stood calmly and replied with a smile: "My three-stage thrust does not come from your Okita family, but I studied it myself based on the legends of your ancestors Creative."

Obviously, he has practiced the three-stage thrust to the extreme, and found a new way to evolve the three-stage thrust into five stages.

The two people in the field became increasingly calm.

Even if the referee came forward to announce the start of the game, they did not move.

Atobe Sousuke stood steadily. Although the bamboo sword he held in his hands was light, it seemed as heavy as a stone. There was not even a trace of trembling in his hands.

Under the visor, his expression was half-smiling, and his eyes were looking straight at Okita Souji. Okita Souji's posture was exactly the same as Atobe Sousuke's, with his eyes looking directly at the other's eyes that were as calm as ancient wells under his armor.

A little sweat slowly broke out on his forehead.

There are no flaws at all!

The other party was like a stone sculpture, but it was not dead. The cold aura kept rising, making Souji Okita seem to have seen some kind of hallucination.

Behind Atobe Sousuke, there seemed to be a tall, invisible figure with divine tattoos all over his body. He was bathing in the hell flames and was facing him in exactly the same manner as Sousuke. Own.

What a terrible sense of oppression!
Time passed by second by second.

A lot of sweat broke out on Okita's forehead and back, but he couldn't find a chance to take action.

The referee watched the two people confronting each other intently, and then suddenly realized that the time limit for "passive fighting" was about to expire.

So he moved slightly, took a step forward, and opened his mouth slightly to warn the two people who had not yet moved.

"Break!"

His movements seemed to initiate instructions.

In an instant, the two figures rushed forward at great speed, and in an instant they had crossed the distance between them.

Two bamboo knives shot out like a thunderous giant!

This time, Okita Souji completely left the stabbing movement to his own body instinct, and then used all his strength to open his eyes wide and look at the bamboo sword stabbed by Sousuke.

The first sword, the second sword, the third sword!
The result did not change. He watched helplessly as Sousuke's three thrusts were still one beat faster than his first three thrusts. Before his third thrust hit, it was already struck again by the tip of Sousuke's knife. Stab away!
As he flew backwards, Souji Okita felt as if time had slowed down.

'Atobe Sosuke on the opposite side seemed to have opened his mouth and shouted something. It must have been Qiai, right? '

'Am I losing? '

But he didn't care about this. His mind was filled with memories of Atobe Sosuke's three thrusts.

"Boom!"

Okita Souji fell to the ground, but did not get up. He just lay on the ground blankly, his mind full of questions.

'His thrust is so fast. Why is it so fast? '

On the other side, Atobe Sousuke put away the bamboo sword that was obviously overwhelmed and was about to break. He calmly took a step back and completed his final wish.

"One book! The winner has been decided!"

"Winner - Tsurumine High School Atobe Sosuke!!!"

As the slow playback on the big screen ended, the referee immediately announced the result of the game.

The audience burst into applause.

Many spectators could not help but stand up and shout wildly for this unexpected but extremely reasonable result of the game.

I can only say that I am grateful that this is a modern era with high-speed cameras. Otherwise, except for a few people, most people would not be able to even see clearly the sword fighting process between Atobe and Okita.

Atobe Sousuke stepped forward, came to Okita Souji who was lying down, and stretched out his hand.

Okita Souji stared at him blankly for two seconds, then stretched out his hand to hold Sousuke in confusion, and was pulled up by him.

Then, Okita couldn't help but ask: "Atobe, can I know why? Why did I lose?"

(End of this chapter)