Volume 3: The World's Strongest Chapter 24 Xuanwu Pavilion
Next to Zenpuku-ji Temple in Suginami-ku, Tokyo.
In front of a huge dojo with white walls and gray tiles, full of the antique architectural style of the Land of Sakura.
Today, Ryouta Irie, the staff member in charge of the opening of the Genbukan Dojo, came to the gate of the Genbukan Dojo and looked at the large group of people standing in the small square in front of the gate with a confused look on his face.
There were people of all shapes and sizes, both male and female, and they all looked young.
Many of them were taking photos and videos with their mobile phones facing the gate and plaque of their dojo.
There is one characteristic expression on the faces of these young people.
It was like the daily sparring at the dojo, when Ryouta Irie saw that the classmate he hated got to spar with the other strongest student.
It is foreseeable that this annoying person will lose miserably.
Yes, just like at that time, the smile on my face that I couldn’t suppress no matter what.
It should be exactly the same as the smiles of these young people gathered in front of the gym.
Inexplicable thoughts popped into his mind , but he gave it no further thought.
As a staff member, seeing this large group of people gathered, out of personal curiosity and job responsibilities, he could only take the initiative to greet them.
After thinking for a while, he asked loudly : "Hello, may I ask why you all came to Xuanwu Hall? Do you want to sign up for kendo training?" (Sakura language)
When asked this, Ryouta Irie couldn't help but feel a little excited. If these dozens of people came to him to become kendo students, then he would receive a large sum of money for being the introducer.
When the young people who were asked the question heard what Ryouta Irie said, they couldn't help but smile and say similar answers together: "No, we are here to wait for someone." (Poor Sakura language)
Just like when people from Daxia hear people from Sakura speaking Daxia, they can instantly detect the unique accent of "Dazuo".
When the Sakura people hear the Daxia people speaking Sakura language, they can immediately tell that the other person is a pure Daxia person.
At this moment, Ryouta Irie was a little surprised. Why did so many people from Daxia gather in their Xuanwu Hall today?
Sakura people believe in keeping to themselves, and seeing that these young people are not here for the Xuanwu Hall, there is no need to interfere.
He immediately stepped back, opened the door of the gym, and began to open the gym. It wouldn't be long before the teacher representative and many students of Xuanwu Hall would arrive, so he had to finish the cleaning work quickly.
Everyone watched Ryouta Irie enter the Xuanwu Hall with laughter, and began to chat with each other in Daxia language in a relaxed atmosphere.
"When do you think Qi Shen will arrive?"
"I don't know, but the Xuanwu Pavilion is only open for a few hours in the morning and evening. He should be here soon, right?"
"I'm really looking forward to it. Qi Shen is so straightforward. He came directly to Tokyo just one day after the news came out."
"Where are you all from? I'm here for a trip. I didn't expect to see Qi Shen challenge the champions during my trip. This trip is totally worth it!"
"Haha, a few of us are studying abroad here, and we came here specially to see Qi Shen show off his power."
"Which brother or sister knows how to do a live broadcast? I'll broadcast the real-time situation back to China later. I'm afraid I can earn enough money for this trip just by receiving tips, haha!"
"Shit! Qi Shen's blog has announced that we should arrive at 9:30 sharp, everyone hurry up and get ready."
Someone suddenly shouted loudly. When everyone heard it, they immediately took out their mobile phones to log into the blog. Sure enough, they saw that Qi Ji had posted a blog.
[Tokyo, Hokushin Ittoryu Genbukan, expected arrival time 9:30]
Below the brief paragraph was a photo of the itinerary screen at a subway station.
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9:10 am, in Beichen Ittoryu Xuanwu Hall.
The teacher-in-chief Chiba Naoto walked into the dojo. He was a tall, handsome young man wearing dark kendo pants and a white jacket with a folded collar. As soon as he came in, he asked loudly, "Who is the person on duty today? Do you know what's going on with those people outside?"
At this time, there were already hundreds of students doing various basic kendo training in the dojo. When they heard Chiba Naoto's voice, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing, stood up straight and looked at him.
A student of average build and appearance came out and replied loudly: "I am the one on duty today. I have already asked the group of people gathered outside the door, and they said they were waiting for someone."
The person who answered was Ryouta Irie.
Chiba Naoto tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Forget it, ignore them. Have you finished your morning lessons?"
All the students responded by shouting loudly: "It's done!"
Chiba Naoto nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you guys continue, at 9:30, we will officially start the sparring."
"Hi!"
After shouting together, all the students began training enthusiastically again.
Naoto Chiba shuttled back and forth among the students, scanning them with his eyes like a sharp blade. Once he saw someone's air swing or other postures were incorrect, he would immediately step forward and correct them seriously. The students who were corrected by him would immediately straighten their bodies, appearing to be a little afraid of this seemingly kind young man.
In the field of martial arts, only a strict teacher can produce an excellent student. A gentle master cannot let the students try their best to learn and absorb useful techniques in the arduous process of martial arts training.
Chiba Naoto might have been a gentle teacher when he first became a teacher, but as his teaching experience grew, he eventually turned into a stern person.
More than ten minutes later, the center of the Xuanwu Hall was cleared, and several rows of kendo students knelt on both sides.
Chiba Naoto had a serious expression on his face and was also sitting on his knees inside the venue. Behind him was a folding screen with the Chiba family crest painted on it.
He stood straight and glanced around, looking at the hundreds of elite students in the dojo, and couldn't help but smile.
Nowadays, the atmosphere of global martial arts sports is becoming more and more heated. As one of the countries that has always advocated kendo, the Land of Sakura has taken a huge bite of the cake in this huge wave of the times.
Their Chiba family is the orthodox inheritance family of Hokushin Ittoryu, and the performance of the Xuanwukan they run all over Sakura has also made great progress.
The Genbukan headquarters in Tokyo also gathers elite students selected from all over the country. Among the hundreds of people kneeling in the gym today, no one's rank is lower than the fifth dan, and there are even several masters who have reached the sixth dan at a young age.
As for himself, the grandson of the Chiba family, he is now 24 years old and has already completely mastered all the skills of Hokushin Ittoryu and reached the level of the seventh stage "Menkyo Kaiden".
He can be regarded as a rising star in the Japanese kendo world.
This is what it means to be in high spirits.
He restrained his expression a little, and prepared to announce the official start of today's sparring session.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to open his mouth, the door of the dojo was opened as wide as possible.
Chiba Naoto and many students couldn't help but turn their heads to look over.
Three figures appeared at the gate.
The sunlight shone in from outside the dojo, making the three backlit figures appear dark and unclear for a moment.
Only after everyone had adjusted to the light could they see the visitor's face clearly.
There were two tall young men and a beautiful girl with black and purple hair.
The three of them walked into the dojo, followed closely by a large group of Daxia people who had gathered and waited at the entrance of Xuanwu Hall early in the morning .
"It seems like the timing is just right."
Among the three leading men, the tall, handsome young man with messy long black hair in the middle said with a smile.
It was obvious that the people who arrived were Qi Ji and his group.
"I'm here to challenge Beichen Ittoryu. Who among you is the gym leader here?"
