The Heroines Want to Fall in Love 99
by TINY FAN FICTIONThe Heroines Want to Fall in Love 99
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 99: Dance of Fire and Butterfly
The fine rain fell gently.
In the bamboo forest, rainwater flowed slowly down the bamboo nodes.
“Let me ask, he’s not dead, is he?” Kikuchi Akira looked back at the person who had fallen into a coma.
“Kamiya’s Shinmei-ryu never kills.”
Asakura Yuu swung his wooden sword, and the rainwater flew with his movement.
That was the philosophy of Kamiya’s Shinmei-ryu – the sword was not a tool for killing, but for saving.
As for whether the person would be hit by a car and end up in the hospital tomorrow, or even become paralyzed, Asakura Yuu could give an answer… yes.
“When you’re really on the battlefield, your style will definitely suffer the most…” Kikuchi Akira made a joke, pointing his wooden sword at Asakura Yuu.
“Let’s fight!”
“Not interested.”
Asakura Yuu glanced at the two girls behind him, “Saiba, let’s go.”
Isshiki Saiba finally came back to her senses from the scene where Asakura Yuu had knocked someone flying with one hit.
She asked in confusion, “Senpai, aren’t you going to fight?”
The atmosphere was good, so why not fight?
Takagawa Yuka pulled at the hem of her yukata, trying to persuade her to change her mind, as fighting wasn’t a good choice at this time.
“No, it’s meaningless to bully the weak.”
Asakura Yuu shook his head.
This kind of competition was meaningless, and he didn’t like to be overly competitive.
“You mean I’m weak?”
Kikuchi Akira’s face, which had been smiling brightly, suddenly became gloomy, as if he had eaten a fly and was feeling stifled.
“I didn’t fight you in middle school, so I don’t have an impression of you.”
“Hmph…you’re indeed a genius with no equal, stealing the blood and sweat of countless swordsmen on the battlefield, making them afraid to use their secret techniques in front of you, you devil!”
Kikuchi Akira (Shinobu) angrily shouted:
“The breathing technique you used just now is Agatsuma’s Thunder Breathing! You thief!! Don’t you feel any guilt using it?!”
His face twisted in rage.
Asakura Yuu laughed lightly and said:
“The sword is just a tool, and breathing techniques are the same, I’ve seen many swordsmen like you who attach importance to them.”
The lightning around Asakura Yuu grew stronger, and he gripped his sword tightly…
“But without exception, they all lost to me.”
In the next instant, he disappeared from the spot, like a flash of lightning.
The rain grew heavier.
The view became blurry due to the rain, and only the vague movements of the two clashing weapons could be seen.
Isshiki Saiba stood by the road, recalling the video she had seen in middle school, where Asakura Yuu was swinging his sword expressionlessly, precise and elegant, like scissors, tearing apart countless swordsmen on the battlefield.
If one had to define a person as just or evil.
So, Asakura Yuu was undoubtedly the evil villain.
He could effortlessly crush all the so-called bonds, efforts, and unity, and ordinary people couldn’t even reach his toes… A genius like him, just existing in the world, was enough to make people despair!
Meanwhile.
In the plaza of the Shrine’s main hall.
An elderly priest, wearing a bright red mask and holding a ritual instrument, looked up at the heavy rain in front of him.
If nothing unexpected happened, today’s bonfire would probably not be lit, and even if it was, the subsequent rain would extinguish it.
The fireworks would be fine, though – the rain wouldn’t be a big problem.
“Boom boom boom!!”
The heavy drumbeat, symbolizing the divine body, was struck, and the flower car, which represented the god, finally arrived at the plaza after circling the surroundings.
Men and women in traditional clothing danced on the large flower car, accompanied by the music of the shamisen, koto, and huqin, as many tourists flocked to the scene.
The already noisy plaza was even more lively now.
An area near the bonfire had been cordoned off for the upcoming ritual, but the rain had soaked the wood, making it impossible to light the fire in the usual way.
“Should we inform the tourists, Gongguan Officer?”
“…It’s hard to explain to the tourists who believe in the gods.”
“This year’s Fire God Festival coincides with the Tanabata Festival, and many people don’t know the significance of lighting the fire… We can find another auspicious day to hold it,” the priest’s subordinate whispered to him.
“A tradition that’s been going on for hundreds of years can’t be changed just like that.”
“But, Officer Gongguan, even if the rain stops in a few hours… we’ll still need to prepare dry firewood, and it’s unlikely we can do it in time today.”
The elderly man, known as Officer Gongguan, sighed inwardly.
“Let’s wait a bit longer, and if the rain stops within a few minutes, we can try to light the fire.”
“Understood.” The priest bowed slightly and went to inform the others.
As time passed slowly.
Many tourists on the plaza began to whisper to each other.
“The flower car has arrived, so why hasn’t the ceremony started yet?”
“Are they waiting for the rain to stop?”
“With this rain, the bonfire probably can’t be lit, right?”
Many pedestrians guessed the reason for the delayed ceremony and grew restless.
Thousands of people were surrounding the large plaza, and it wasn’t easy to leave.
Moreover, it was raining, and many tourists didn’t have umbrellas.
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
“What a disappointment – they should have lit the fire earlier, knowing it was going to rain.”
“Don’t they even check the weather forecast? What’s wrong with the Shrine people?”
“Hey, look! What’s that?!”
Suddenly, a shout rang out, drawing everyone’s attention!
In a corner of the square, a young boy wielding a wooden sword, with lightning surrounding his body, was clashing with another boy holding an iron sword.
At this moment, the two were colliding at a speed that was almost impossible for the n*ked eye to see!!
They were getting closer and closer to the central bonfire!
“Breathing technique!!! He’s a swordsman!!!”
“Hey!!! Is that a real sword?! An iron one, at that! Won’t there be a problem?!”
“Whoa!!”
The sudden commotion on the scene brought the music from the floats to a halt.
Several seconds passed.
The muscular drummer, following the two boys’ clashing poses, began to drum the skin drum with all his might, cheering them on…
“Boom……! Boom……!”
…………
As he listened to the drumbeat in his ear,
Asakura Yuu let out another long, electrically charged breath.
This time, his opponent had completely lost his cool and was using a real sword!
This thing could be fatal if not handled carefully…
If the wooden sword clashed with the iron sword head-on, it would only end in the wooden sword being shattered.
“Stolen goods aren’t very useful, are they?” Kikuchi Akira sheathed his sword, “If you keep going like this, I’ll be taking your first loss in swordsmanship.”
As a fellow swordsman who had also mastered the breathing technique, Asakura Yuu was at a disadvantage in Akira’s hands.
Moreover, Akira had brought his own beloved sword… a Japanese sword, forged by the Bizen Osafune school’s swordsmith.
“You’ve got guts, putting down the sword in your hand and talking to me like that?”
Asakura Yuu glanced over and spotted the ritual sword placed in front of the shrine, as well as the fire pit beside it.
He had to get it!
But… what about the shrine priest?
Looking at the old priest, who had taken off his mask to reveal a face covered in soot, Asakura Yuu felt that things weren’t going to be easy to handle.
Directly taking the sword and apologizing later might not work, as these shrine priests usually had a powerful ne2rk of connections…
“Don’t get distracted!” Kikuchi Akira shouted, charging forward with his sword again.
The approximately one-meter-long blade had a huge killing range.
Asakura Yuu retreated several steps, dodging Akira’s slashing attack.
Even if Akira was using the scabbard to strike, without the blade, it would still hurt a lot if he got hit…
“You two!!! Which dojo are you from!!! Get your master over here!”
The old priest scowled, yelling at the two boys!
Was he going to ruin the event!?
“Sorry, old man!!” Asakura Yuu replied, hastily running to the priest’s side: “Lend me the sword!!! I’ll help you with the fire!!!”
“Light, light the fire? You little brat, stop right there!!?”
The old priest’s red mask almost fell to the ground.
“This sword is for lighting the fire! It doesn’t matter who uses it!”
Asakura Yuu picked up the katana, weighing it in his hands.
“This is a ritual to appease the gods!!!!!”
The fire was about to go out, what’s with the gods now?
Asakura Yuu ignored the old man’s shouts behind him, drew his sword, and looked at Kikuchi Yo, who was attacking him again.
“Be careful, I can avoid aiming for your vital spots, but if you keep moving recklessly, I won’t be able to guarantee it.”
Kikuchi Yo also drew his sword, “Return the favor to you!”
Asakura Yuu touched the blade to the nearby fire pit, and the intense flames slowly spread up the blade.
Soon, the entire sword was engulfed in flames.
In the darkness of night.
Raindrops continued to fall on the sword, but they couldn’t extinguish the flames.
The sword and its scabbard had been smeared with gasoline beforehand to facilitate ignition; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been possible.
Burning gasoline dripped onto the ground.
Several small flames appeared around Asakura Yuu’s feet as he gazed at his opponent.
“Do you want me to use my original breathing technique?”
“…You haven’t mastered the Thunder Breathing technique. Even if you switched to a real sword, you still can’t win against me.”
Kikuchi Yo hadn’t used any sword techniques since the beginning, fearing that Asakura Yuu would learn his secret skills, given his exceptionally strong learning ability.
Asakura Yuu didn’t retort.
If you want to see it, then I’ll show you.
Just don’t regret it later.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t use sword techniques; I just hope… you won’t be able to land a single hit!
The next second, the electrical arcs around his body began to converge.
He sheathed his sword, only to quickly draw it again, and after re-soaking it in gasoline, the flames erupted, illuminating the entire dark area!
By the bonfire, his murmurs were transmitted, resembling a sigh……
“Flower Breathing…… Fifth Form: The Peony.”
…………
Outside the arena.
Isshiki Irohame clenched her fists, her eyes fixed intently on the scene.
It’s coming!
That slash like a blooming peony!
The onlookers stared with wide eyes, completely baffled……
“Has the breathing technique stopped?”
“Aren’t they still fighting?”
“Huh?! Wait!!”
The crowd erupted into exclamations, with some people hastily taking out their phones to record the scene, while others had already started recording……
A sudden, buzzing noise resonated within the arena.
Accompanied by this sound that pierced the brain, the young man in the arena instantly appeared before his opponent, slashing his long sword from below upwards!
Basic technique…… Inverse Kasane slash!
A blade of light composed of flames flashed into existence, leaving behind a wide and long afterimage.
At the same time, the scattered flames on his sword danced around him like fluttering butterflies…
“Boom!”
Swords clashed.
Asakura Yuu’s first strike landed squarely on his opponent’s chest, a slashing technique that wouldn’t be fatal, so he could use it with abandon!
Not to mention, he only intended to use the tip of his sword!
“Cough.”
Kikuchi Yo took the hit roughly, his opponent’s strength was too great.
“It’s not over yet!”
The long sword that had just risen to the top came slashing down again at an angle.
The Fourth Style wasn’t just a simple inverted slash!
The key point wasn’t the first move, but the subsequent attacks that flowed like water, continuous and unending!
Next, there were 8 more rapid slashes!
Could you withstand them?
“Boom!”
The second sword strike made Kikuchi Yo retreat a step.
“Boom!”
The third sword struck his waist!
“Rip!”
The 4th sword tore his clothes!
The fifth sword!
Blood seeped from his chest!
The 6th sword!
His arms!
The 7th sword!
His legs!
…
The people in the area had no idea what was happening, they could only witness a crimson flower blooming beside the bonfire, 9 rapid slashes bursting out in an instant, something a normal person couldn’t even see!
“What was that!? Did I not see it wrong?” someone muttered.
“Butterfly…”
“It’s a butterfly dancing!!”
The sparks from the scattering flower fell to the ground, crimson butterflies fluttered in the air, and the rain couldn’t extinguish them…
“Thud… thud… thud!!”
The drumbeat continued.
The butterflies danced along with the drumbeat…
Soon.
A large number of flame butterflies gathered at the base of the bonfire, the surrounding temperature gradually rising, but still far from reaching the temperature that would burn the bonfire.
The raindrops hitting the two-story-high bonfire slowed, then stopped.
The rain came and went quickly.
The battle in the area was the same…
“Your sword is too weak.”
Asakura Yuu gazed at Kikuchi Yo, who had taken 8 and a half slashes, was now half-kneeling on the ground, spitting out blood, and no longer had the strength to resist, then turned to look at the bonfire.
Under the gaze of thousands, he slowly moved forward.
After finding a suitable gap, he stabbed the burning blade in his hand into the bonfire.
The next moment.
“Crackle…”
The few remaining dry fire sparks that hadn’t been drenched ignited the sword.
After just over ten seconds!
“Rumble!!”
The flames shot up into the sky.
Illuminating the harmless boy beside the bonfire.
He retrieved his long sword.
With a “ting” sound, the sword blade touched the scabbard, producing a clear ringing sound.
Sheathing his sword, Asakura Yuu glanced around, his messy hair clinging to his forehead, looking slightly disheveled.
His clothes were also stuck to his skin, causing him to furrow his brow slightly.
The area was silent.
After a long time…
“Oh!!!!!”
Someone finally took the lead, and the entire area erupted in cheers!
“So strong!!”
“What the heck! What was that slash just now! That’s too much, right?”
“Damn! I had to slow down my phone video by 10x just to barely make it out!! Is this really a sword technique a young swordsman can use? 9 slashes in one second!!”
“Am I the only one who thinks…his face is kind of handsome.”
“Yeah, about one-third my level of handsomeness.”
“Uh, uh, uh, does your house not have a mirror?”
…………
Isshiki Iroha watched as Asakura Yuu, bowing frantically to the old priest, walked up to him.
Yuu’s embarrassed expression was a stark contrast to his earlier confident demeanor, which made Iroha burst out laughing.
‘He really didn’t think this through, did he?’
He actually has this passionate, immature side to him.
But.
The senior is still just as amazing as ever!
…………
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