"That would be perfect."
Okita Souji calmly replied, "But this time I still won."
Before the match began, the two men performed a squatting salute to each other, which is a squatting posture before a match.
After bowing, the two men held the bamboo knives in their left hands and raised them to their waists.
After the referee gave the whistle, the two began to fight back and forth.
In an instant, a sonic boom was heard in the air as the two bamboo swords collided in mid-air, and a crack that was visible to the naked eye suddenly spread out.
Of course, these were all just things Guangyou made up on the spot.
Kōsuke didn't know this kind of kendo and couldn't understand it at all. He only saw the two of them circling each other after the opening, and then testing each other back and forth.
The bamboo swords pressed against each other, each looking for an opening.
Kendo matches are nothing like the effortless, chivalrous style of martial arts films where you swing your sword and strike. Instead, you deliberately look for opportunities to attack and score points.
Occasionally, the two would call out to each other, which Heiji later explained was called "ki-ai," and its purpose was to intimidate and deter opponents.
For kendo beginners, this intimidation can also relieve tension.
There is another type of call, which, strictly speaking, requires you to say the name of the part of the body you are attacking while making the call.
It is said that if the shout is directed at a different part of the body than the hit, the referee may consider it an accidental hit and not award points.
Later, Guangyou suddenly became interested online and looked it up. He found that this kind of shout was actually necessary. If you didn't shout it out, the referee would think you lacked momentum and wouldn't score any points.
Of course, in actual matches, the requirements are not so strict; as long as you shout it, the referee won't pursue it.
Guangyou didn't know how they felt watching the game, but he felt sleepy watching it.
I couldn't sleep, and just as I was about to drift off, I heard something from the stadium.
"ah!"
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard something from the field again.
"ha!"
This kept him awake at night.
He could only watch helplessly as the two men maneuvered against each other, searching for an opportunity.
After playing for a while, the two were evenly matched, with their scores exactly the same, making it impossible to determine a winner.
After the attack, the crowd cheered.
Although he didn't know what had happened, Kōyū also clapped and shouted, "Awesome!"
In reality, he understood nothing at all.
After a brief stalemate, Hattori seized an opportunity from Okita Souji and narrowly won by one point at the last moment of the match.
While repeatedly muttering Okita Souji's name, Mitsuyu suddenly thought of four words: Souji and everything?
Is that the blue guy?
After the competition ended, the two bowed to each other and walked off the stage.
Heiji took off his mask and grinned, "Hehe, I finally got my chance this time, feel good."
"But he is indeed quite strong."
Heiji acknowledged Okita Souji's strength, then suddenly added narcissistically, "But he's not as strong as me."
Just as he was boasting, Okita Souji, who had taken off his mask, walked over.
"Hattori, I won't let you have that next time."
"I'll beat you next time too."
Heiji retorted, not to be outdone.
"He looks like Shinichi."
Ran looked at Okita Souji's face and suddenly sighed.
Conan also expressed his shock.
However, it's still easy to tell them apart: Okita Souji is darker-skinned than Shinichi, and their hairstyles are also different.
Okita Souji also had a braid, and he had the same confidence as Shinichi, but the difference was that the aura he developed from practicing kendo was something Shinichi completely lacked.
Kōyū resisted the urge to go up and ask Okita Souji if he knew Tendo Souji, and sat quietly.
Shizuka Ikenami came to Heiji's side with a smile on her face.
His mother's praise brought a barely noticeable blush to Heiji's dark face.
He was clearly very happy.
Kazuha was genuinely happy for Heiji.
"Hattori-kun?"
Suddenly, a pleasant voice rang out.
When Guangyou turned around, he saw a pretty young lady.
The young lady was wearing a blue and white short-sleeved sailor uniform and a blue short skirt, exuding a youthful vibe.
"Can I take a picture with Hattori-kun?"
Heiji frowned slightly. The person in front of him seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"All right."
He's not a celebrity, and he's not particularly opposed to this kind of thing.
After receiving the photo, the young woman suddenly blushed.
This made Kazuha, who witnessed the scene, jealous. Her face flushed, she asked Heiji, "Heiji, who is she? Do you know her? Introduce her to us!"
"Actually, I don't know him either."
Judging from Heiji's expression, Kazuha could tell that Heiji genuinely didn't recognize her.
The young woman, holding a camera as if it were a precious treasure, blushed and ran away.
"I feel like I know this woman very well, but why can't I remember her?"
Heiji was still very confused after the girl left.
In my mind, I was thinking, "Damn, do I even know a girl like this?"
Are you my fan?
Even though I'm known as a high school detective, I've never had anyone ask for a photo with me.
And she asked for it while blushing. Does this mean that Heiji Hattori already has a little fangirl?
Hehehe.
Heiji chuckled to himself, his feelings best described in two words: "So satisfying!"
It has nothing to do with liking or disliking; it's just a kind of vanity that everyone has.
"Heiji, you really don't know that girl?"
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