Chapter 22 fourth quarter

The class of arrest technique should have been attended ten times before and after.However, judo uniforms paired with kendo protective gear—this weird clothing combination is still unaccustomed to this day.To someone who usually fights in just a pair of shorts, the look can only be described as fantastic.The only thing I'm used to is probably the crotch protector. In the Kazama Teaching Field, everyone knows that their prefect used to be a boxer.Although this is true for everyone, the subsequent reactions are divided into two factions.Some people shy away in fright because of this, while others deliberately provoke them instead.

However, only Tsuzuki, which is in front of us now, doesn't seem to belong to any faction.Sometimes he evades, sometimes he is tough.Soft and hard, and light in hand. However, it is not difficult to see through what moves he will make next.Because sight tells everything.When his eyes are on the upper body, he will punch forward, and if he looks at the lower body, he will kick.Very easy to understand. He doesn't understand the feint attack that is indispensable in actual combat. "It doesn't work in the field." Originally, it was just talking to myself casually, but I didn't expect it to have unexpected effects.The eyes behind Tsuzuki's mask flickered slightly.

At the same time, the body moved by itself, probably due to the skills developed in the past.After a light jab threat, he went around behind and grabbed the opponent's arm.Just when he twisted his wrist joints, ready to perform the "little grappling hand" variation, "Stop sparring!" The instructor announces the end of get out of class. Everyone began to go back to the locker room, only Kusakabe walked towards the corner of the dojo.There is still plenty of time until the next class.There is no need to rush. In the small storage cabinet in the corner of the dojo, there are sprayers for preventing muscle soreness.After moving the body, using it frequently is a habit developed in ten years of boxing career.

As expected, the bodies that were being sparred with the members of the fourth group were wailing everywhere.They fought for almost an hour without intermission. Although he was a former boxer, he was over 30 years old after all, and his physical strength was too much. Kusakabe held his waist and probed closer to the storage cabinet. The sprayer was gone. No, it was hidden.When he thought of this, he staggered, and everything in his field of vision began to shake. Kneeling on both knees at the same time, he couldn't help supporting the tatami with both hands.The taste of miso soup is felt deep in the throat.The lunch in my stomach started to reflux.

It must have been two or three minutes since I noticed someone's movement. There was a white-haired figure in front of him looking up from a lying position. It's Kazama.From time to time, the instructor, as if he suddenly remembered, came to watch the students he led in class. Kusakabe grabbed his outstretched hand and finally managed to sit up with his upper body. "It was fixed." Abdominal pain when talking. I have tasted the same feeling before.I remember that in the third round of the match that was related to whether he could advance to the B level, he was knocked down by the opponent with a punch, and his ribs were cracked.

The pain in the flank intensified every second. Not only the flanks, but also the back, thighs, and any parts that cannot be completely protected by the protective gear, all felt dull pain.During the class just now, except for Tsuzuki, the punches and kicks performed by other opponents against the rules had destructive power beyond expectations. Kazama said slowly: "Do you know why you were punished?" "Probably for revenge." Although he answered, he did not agree with that answer. In class just now, he sparred with five students.Among them, three students attacked him with illegal moves.Among the three, only one had been reported by him for violating school rules.

"But I don't remember doing anything bad." "In this school, unreasonable things happen every now and then. --Everyone gradually believes that the small fire in the simulated house is the fault of the quasi-senpai. Do you agree with this?" It was a class a week ago.Hattori lifted the plastic cover.Underneath, there is a black round object with a diameter of five centimeters.At first he thought it was a coaster, but after a closer look he realized it was wrong.It wasn't something that was put on it, it was the table that left that stain. That's burnt marks.Someone burned something on the table.So it seems to burn the tabletop too.

Public property damaged by a small fire.On the side, he fluently answered the method of starting a fire.After that, I was completely regarded as a suspect of "destroying public property because of careless smoking". Seeing that he was silent, Kazama bent down and sat down, his eyes level with him. "I'm asking you, is it you who burned the table?" "no." "I think so. The culprit of the fire cannot be at the scene of the fire, and he will triumphantly reveal the method of starting the fire in front of everyone. Just think about it for a while. The problem is that everyone has formed a strong The impression. It’s you trying to smoke in the kitchen and you start a fire—that’s the impression.”

"...It looks like what the instructor said. It's a pity." "Who taught you how to start a fire? I don't believe you have that kind of knowledge.—Does that offend you?" "Won't." He just shook his head, but did not give Kashimura's name. "Is it Kashimura?" The concealed name was suddenly thrown out by the instructor, but he did not waver.Because he didn't even have that kind of leeway.The pain in the flank doubled every second. "Is it you who asked for an exchange first?" "...What, something, exchange?"

"Grade. It can also be said to be a score." Maybe this time he really showed a look of embarrassment.Seen through by the instructor. "The idea Kashimura gave hurt you in an unexpected way. Of course, you must hate him very much, right?" He pretended to be speechless in pain. "What about the other students? Don't you hate them? You seem to have been beaten up pretty badly." Last week, what Shiranaga Ozaki said seemed to be true. Although suspected, perhaps because of the alibi, the school has not summoned him.On the other hand, the students who continue to be punished because the arsonist was not found are desperately trying to resolve the situation as soon as possible.

"There are still two and a half months left, can you stand it? Or, are you ready to quit?" "No," he shook his head slowly, "I won't be brushed off again." "Brushed off? By what?" "sieve." Feng Jian suddenly laughed softly. "Are the ring and this school a sieve to you?" "……I think so." As far as I am concerned, the floor of the boxing ring has always been laid, not canvas but barbed wire.The mesh is just enough for one person to pass through.In order to avoid being sieved by the mesh, he desperately searched for a place to stand. On average in the "boxer era", if you count the fist you hit the opponent as one, the number of fists you get hit by the opponent is probably three or four.I was defeated at that point.The truly durable players, even after receiving five or six iron fists, can still stand firmly on the slender barbed wire and finally win. "That's interesting. I've asked other students before, 'What's the police academy like for you?' And that student said the same thing as you." "yes?" Kusakabe supported the tatami with his hands and slowly stood up.Kazama also stood up.At this time, Kazama's face had returned to the calm water surface, and he could no longer see a single ripple from there.