Tokyo: Starting with the Gear-Conscious Male Gods!

Chapter 9 Brother, shall we run away?

The moment Shirakawa Yuta uttered those words, the previously noisy training ground immediately fell silent.

Hoshino Tsukizuru's movement to stand up also froze slightly.

No one spoke; they glanced at him and then silently shifted their gaze to the girl in the white kendo uniform at the front.

Even the coach, who usually had little presence, frowned at this moment, but he did the same thing.

Everyone is waiting for Hoshino Tsukigami to make a statement.

Naoki Inoue, his face full of anger, wanted to get up and say something, but Tsukizo Hoshino pressed him back down.

The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy with the silence, the air seeming to freeze, and Kurosaki Takeshi could almost hear his own heartbeat.

"Oh."

A cold laugh broke the deathly silence. Hoshino Tsukigen raised his head, his handsome face now covered with frost.

With a slight effort, he stood up from the ground, took long strides, and walked to Shirakawa Yuta in just two short steps.

Standing at about 1.7 meters tall, she was not intimidated at all in front of the 1.81-meter-tall Yuta Shirakawa. On the contrary, she exuded a powerful aura, making the originally relaxed Yuta Shirakawa feel extremely pressured.

She parted her thin lips slightly and said coldly, "Shirakawa-san was absent on the first day and quit the club on the second day. Is this a new semester gift from Shirakawa-san? How 'surprising'."

When he mentioned the word "surprise," he emphasized it even more.

Yuta Shirakawa naturally understood the implication. Looking at Captain Hoshino, whose breathing had noticeably quickened, he bowed slightly apologetically and said, "I'm so sorry, Captain Hoshino, but I have other matters to attend to..."

"But do you think the kendo club is a hotel? You can't just walk away whenever you want! It's not that easy!"

Hoshino Tsukigen didn't give him a chance to explain and interrupted him directly.

Yuta Shirakawa was taken aback. He hadn't expected Hoshino Tsukigami to react so strongly, but instead of arguing, he turned his gaze to the coach standing to the side.

But he forgot that this was neon.

The club's activities are basically managed by the students themselves, with the supervising teacher only responsible for coordination. As the club president, Hoshino Tsukizuru is naturally the person in charge.

Besides, even if the coach could manage it, he wouldn't be foolish enough to get involved. After all, who would offend the young lady of the Hoshino Group for the sake of an ordinary student?

Facing Yuta Shirakawa's gaze, the coach cleared his throat and said:

"Your club matters should be resolved internally within the club itself. However, I must remind you that according to school regulations, once you've joined a club, you can only leave at the end of the academic year."

Yuta Shirakawa's expression froze, and he suddenly felt a headache coming on.

What does it mean for a club to resolve issues internally?

If he falls into Hoshino Tsukigen's hands, will he still be able to leave the club?

And when did this rule about not being allowed to leave the company come about? How come he didn't know...?

Seeing Shirakawa Yuta frozen in place, Hoshino Tsukizuru's lips curled into a mocking smile as he sneered:

"You want to quit the club without even doing your homework beforehand? Who gave you the courage?"

Yuta Shirakawa took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, but was interrupted again just as he was about to say something.

"But don't say I didn't give you a chance. You can leave the club if you want, but only if you defeat me!"

After saying that, her aura suddenly changed, no longer filled with oppressive feeling, but with sharpness!

The unique sharpness of a swordsman!

Perhaps the old Shirakawa Yuta would have backed down upon hearing this, after all, he wasn't an idiot and wouldn't do something that would deliberately court death.

But now his gaze was different. He met those fighting eyes and slowly asked, "Are you sure?"

Hoshino Tsukigen smiled contemptuously and snorted, "If you're scared, then go back and take the entrance exam properly. I can pretend this never happened."

Yuta Shirakawa didn't take the other person's taunts to heart at all. After all, it's normal for a young lady to have a bit of princess syndrome.

"Scared? Who said I'm scared? I'm just worried that you'll regret it after you lose."

"I'll lose? Hahahaha."

Hoshino Tsukigen couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

She was well aware of the other person's abilities. In her eyes, apart from being Takahashi Masako's classmate and someone she suspected she liked, there was nothing about the other person that was worth her attention.

Even his handsome face was worthless in front of her, the heiress of a conglomerate.

His expression instantly turned cold, his demeanor shifting as if he'd studied in some mysterious land: "Lose? I'll lose? You think you can?"

"That's right, me."

Yuta Shirakawa nodded seriously. He had already reached the fourth level of swordsmanship. Although he looked the same as his opponent, there shouldn't be much difference between them.

But don't forget the huge disparity in strength and stamina between men and women, not to mention that Shirakawa Yuta has the added advantage of equipment in these two areas.

Therefore, he was almost certain to win.

However, Hoshino Tsukizuru was unaware of Shirakawa Yuta's current situation; her impression of Shirakawa Yuta was still from the end of the previous semester.

Although he has good talent and trains very hard, it has only been less than five months since the start of the last semester in April. Even with great talent, he can only barely pass the first stage at most.

Compared to her, I'm still far behind.

The irony in her eyes almost materialized:

"Ha, what arrogance. As long as you win, you can do whatever you want."

"I just hope your skills are as sharp as your words!"

……

As the two parted ways to put on their protective gear.

The oppressive atmosphere that had been building up in the training ground finally erupted.

"Really? He's actually going to fight the minister?"

"He seems to be a first-year student, isn't he? He's really fearless like a newborn calf."

"A first-year student? He's insane! Does he have a death wish? Judging from how angry the minister was just now, his subordinates probably won't hold back."

"Yes, yes, should we call an ambulance for him beforehand, so he doesn't die here?"

"It can't be that exaggerated, how could he possibly die? But it's possible his leg was broken, calling an ambulance would be an option."

"What are you doing? You're actually calling an ambulance?"

"An ambulance? What ambulance? I'm posting this on the forum! Something this sensational definitely needs a lot of viewers!"

……

Inside the locker room, Takeshi Kurosaki followed him in.

Hearing footsteps, Shirakawa Yuta turned around and saw Kurosaki Takeshi. Without stopping his rope-tying, he complained, "Just in time to help me tie the rope at the back. This damn protective gear is so hard to put on."

Seeing this, Kurosaki Takeshi had no choice but to swallow back what he wanted to say.

It wasn't until Shirakawa Yuta was almost fully dressed in his protective gear that he finally couldn't help but speak:

"Yuta, why don't you just go home? You're going to embarrass yourself anyway, it's better than embarrassing yourself on the field."

"You don't know, the reason she only got second place in the individual event last year wasn't because she wasn't good enough, but because she had a fever before the competition, which affected her performance. Even so, she still managed to fight the opponent all the way to overtime before collapsing."

"Others don't know because she thinks failure is failure, and all the reasons are just excuses. I only learned the truth from the coach."

"Or I could play instead. I'm stronger and can take more hits than you..."

"Would you like to switch?"

Yuta Shirakawa paused in tying the rope, and upon hearing this, couldn't help but laugh, "Look at our sizes, how can we switch?"

At 181cm, Shirakawa Yuta is already quite tall, especially in Japan, but compared to Kurosaki Takeshi's 189cm, he is still considerably shorter.

I really don't know what kind of anomaly this has emerged in Japan.

"Oh, this..."

Kurosaki was speechless for a moment, and realized that his suggestion did seem a bit unreliable.

"Besides," Yuta Shirakawa said, fastening the last rope of his protective gear and patting Takeshi Kurosaki on the shoulder, "who said I can't beat her?"

Kurosaki Takeshi was taken aback and wanted to say something, but seeing Shirakawa Yuta's confident look, he could only nod helplessly in the end.

As Shirakawa Yuta put on his armor, Hoshino Tsukizuru also emerged from the women's changing room.

She saw Inoue Naoki standing at the door wearing armor, without the slightest surprise.

Her expression remained cold, and before the other person could speak, she spoke first:

"No need, I can do it myself."

He cut off what the other person was about to say, and without waiting for the other person to speak, he walked straight ahead.

Naoki Inoue opened his mouth, but could only sigh helplessly in the end, his gaze turning somewhat gloomy as he looked at the door of another changing room.