"Who... are you? Why are you here?"
"Are you in the same group with these people?"
Kyogoku Makoto looked at Jinguji Budo and the others who suddenly appeared, and his originally calm expression turned stern. He stared at Jinguji Budo, waiting for his answer. At the same time, his knees were slightly bent, like a tiger ready to go, ready to continue fighting.
Jinguji Takeshi's physique is really outstanding. He is nearly two meters tall, and his solid figure cannot be concealed even when he wears long sleeves. Kyogoku Makoto also feels a sharp temperament from Jinguji Takeshi that only people who have practiced fighting have.
Next to Jinguji Takeshi, Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was dressed in black and had a red Mohawk hairstyle, could not hide his gangster temperament at all. Kyogoku Shin saw this scene and naturally connected Jinguji Takeshi and others with the black-clothed men lying on the ground.
As for Haruko and Fujima Takako, they were subconsciously ignored by Kyogoku Makoto. All his attention was on Jinguji Takeshi and Sakuragi Hanamichi.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be nervous, we don't know these people."
Wudao felt Kyogoku Makoto's momentum, spread his hands, pointed at the people on the ground and said. At the same time, the surprise in his eyes began to dissipate, and turned into scrutiny.
"Ho, this guy is about the same height as Sakuragi Hanamichi, and his figure is not much different from Sakuragi's."
“Although I didn’t see him make the move just now, from the time I heard these people shouting to the time I came over, it was only ten seconds in total.”
"He was able to kill so many people in such a short time. Is this guy really human?"
Jinguji Budo looked at the people lying on the ground and was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the Kyogoku Makoto he heard from Fujima Takako was actually the person he knew. This was really unscientific.
"Aren't you together? Who are you? Why are you here?"
Although Kyogoku Makoto heard Wu Dao's explanation, he still did not relax. He asked with a stance, showing signs of attacking if he disagreed with him.
"We are spectators who come to watch the game. We want to meet the players before the game through some connections."
"You are Kyogoku Makoto, right? We came to the waiting room to see you. I heard that you are a karate genius who has won 180 consecutive victories. Let's see your face~"
"Oh, by the way, the elder who helped us get here is called Fujima Shinichi. This is his daughter, and I am his disciple. These two are our friends."
Takeshi gave what he thought was a kind smile and explained to Kyogoku Makoto that Kyogoku Makoto had already let down his guard when he heard Takeshi's compliments, but when Takeshi mentioned Fujima Shinichi's name, Kyogoku Makoto really relaxed completely.
As a person in the fighting circle, Fujima Shinichi's name is still quite famous. Although Kyogoku Shin mainly practices karate, Fujima Shinichi's name is also well-known to him.
"Come to think of it... I think I've seen you somewhere."
Shinichi Fujima looked at the face of Takeshi Jinguji and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face. He felt that Takeshi Jinguji looked somewhat familiar.
As a high school student, Kyogoku would also buy some sports magazines to read when he was bored. Of course, he was interested in those related to karate competitions, but sports magazines were not specialized in karate.
It is not uncommon for Jinguji Budo, who is somewhat famous, to be reported and featured in magazines.
"Really? That's quite predestined."
"Hello, my name is Jinguji Budou, this is Fujima Takako, the daughter of Master Fujima Shinichi."
"These two are my friends, Sakuragi Hanamichi and Akagi Haruko."
"Please advise me."
Jinguji Takeshi greeted Kyogoku Makoto and introduced himself and the people around him. Sakuragi Hanamichi was also somewhat interested in Kyogoku Makoto. He could see that Kyogoku Makoto was really good at fighting, but he was only somewhat interested and did not show much enthusiasm. He just nodded indifferently.
"I'm Kyogoku Makoto."
"Since you are here to watch the game, then hurry up and head to the audience seats. It's not very convenient here."
Kyogoku Makoto acted a little indifferent. After all, they were not familiar with each other, and he had other things to do, so he didn't want to involve innocent people.
"Well, you do your thing, we'll leave first."
"Oh, by the way, if you have any trouble, you can ask me for help. There are some things I can help with."
Wudao glanced at the person lying on the ground and said tactfully, but before leaving, he still wanted to establish a good relationship with Kyogoku Makoto. After all, this world seemed to be a little different from what he knew, and more friends mean more paths.
Kyogoku Makoto just nodded and didn't take it to heart. It was just a chance encounter. Even if there were difficulties, he would not bother others.
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"Oh!
That person is really powerful. Although I didn't see him attack with my own eyes, Kyogoku Makoto actually knocked down those armed men in such a short time. That person's fighting ability is definitely very strong."
"Today's game should be very exciting!"
On the way to the stands, Akagi Haruko said in amazement. She was really eye-opening today. She didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person. Although Haruko herself didn't like karate competitions, after something like this happened, she was looking forward to today's competition.
After all, fighting is something that even people who have no interest in will not be opposed to watching. Some bored people can watch two dogs fighting for an entire afternoon, let alone two people fighting.
"That's not necessarily the case. Another possibility is that today's game will become very boring."
"Not everyone can be a match for someone of Kyogoku Makoto's caliber."
"A one-sided match would be quite boring."
After all, Fujima Takako is a serious judo practitioner and has a different opinion on this match.
The group chatted as they walked towards the stands of the stadium. During the walk, Jinguji had to go to the toilet as he had to pee urgently, and then went to the stands to meet up with Sakuragi and the others.
The competition was held at the Tokyo Gymnasium.
Tokyo Gymnasium is a comprehensive gymnasium. In addition to hosting karate competitions, indoor sports such as judo, volleyball, and basketball can also be held in Tokyo Gymnasium. IH basketball competitions were also held here, but the venue was not the same.
The stands of the karate competition venue were no smaller than those of basketball games. The stands that could accommodate thousands of people were now packed. Just looking at the scene, it was no less exciting than the championship battle of Ryonan High School at that time.
In this country, karate competitions are more popular than basketball.
In the center of the arena was a square arena, and next to the arena was a row of long seats. The guests invited to watch the game were all sitting there, and at this time, Fujima Shinichi was chatting with an uncle in a blue suit. Both of them had smiles on their faces and seemed to be having a very happy chat.
"Hahaha! Senior Fujima, please don't say that. Even if I devote myself to judo, I can never become someone like you."
"My talent is far inferior to yours!"
"I am just a junior detective in the office now, and I don't deserve your praise."
In the guest seats, a man in a blue suit was laughing loudly with a proud expression on his face, but he was speaking modestly. The expression and words did not match at all.
"Brother Maori, you are really modest."
"The famous detective Maori Kogoro is not just any little detective!"
"But it's really a pity. If you hadn't quit the judo club at Beika University and listened to your coach and practiced hard, you would definitely be a master who is not inferior to me now."
"I remember you went to the Metropolitan Police Academy after graduation, but how come you became a detective again?"
Fujita Shinichi and Maori Kogoro seemed to be old acquaintances. Fujita Shinichi talked about something that happened many years ago. Maori Kogoro couldn't help but blush when he heard this. He grabbed the back of his head with his right hand and laughed, and replied casually:
"Interest! Hahaha, it's interest!"
"Police, this is so boring, hahaha!"
Fujima Shinichi did not doubt him and said with emotion:
"As expected of Brother Maori, you are so free and easy!"
Listening to Fujima Shinichi's praise, Maori Kogoro couldn't help but want to light a cigarette to calm himself down, but just as he took out the cigarette box, he realized where this place was. He looked around and asked Fujima Shinichi in a low voice:
"Senior, when does this competition start? I want to go to the bathroom, but I wonder if it's too late?"
Shinichi Fujima looked down at the clock and said with a smile, "It's only 13:30 now. There's still half an hour before the game starts. There's still time, there's still time."
"I'll go with you. I need to go to the bathroom, too."
As they were talking, the two stood up from their seats and left the venue.
Jinguji Budo, who was sitting in the stands, did not pay attention to what was happening in the stadium. At this moment, his attention was focused on a child sitting in the seat in front of him. The child was chatting with the two girls beside him, with an innocent look on his face.
Next to Takeshi, Fujima Takako, Haruko and Sakuragi Hanamichi were chatting, but he had no intention of joining the chat group.
"Blue suit, bow tie, black-framed glasses."
"As soon as he opens his mouth he just says 'ah le le'. That's right, this guy is the god of death!"
Wu Dao's heart was shaking wildly. When he saw Kyogoku Makoto, he already had a bad premonition. But after sitting down, he realized that this was not just a premonition, this was the damn reality!
“Ahhhh!”
"Brother, why are you staring at me?"
At this moment, the little boy sitting in front of Jinguji Takeshi turned his head, gave Takeshi a puzzled look and asked.
"Huh? Conan, what are you talking about?" The boy's words obviously attracted the attention of the two girls beside him. Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko turned their heads and looked at Jinguji Budo following the boy's gaze.
Obviously, Conan's gaze was noticed by the little detective, no, the great detective.
"Well... "
Being looked at by the three people like this, Wu Dao's expression suddenly became a little unnatural. And Conan looked at Wu Dao with a look of scrutiny, as if he was looking at a criminal.
"This guy is so tall!"
"Just now I felt like someone was staring at me, is it this guy!?"
"He knows me? Well, I think so!"
"Those three people seem to be with him. The guy with red hair doesn't look like a good person at first glance."
Conan looked at Jinguji Takeshi innocently, but his eyes swept over the people around Takeshi unnoticed. The impression left by Sakuragi and others on him was quite ordinary.
"Well~ I didn't see anything, but I didn't expect that such a young child would be interested in karate."
"Hehe....Hehehe..."
Wu Dao explained with an awkward smile that he did not want to have anything to do with the other party. God knows what strange things will happen if he gets involved with the other party. If he encounters any incident, it would be fine to be a bystander, but if he accidentally becomes the protagonist of the incident, then he can only cry to the King of Hell!
"He's really a strange person." Suzuki Sonoko thought to herself, not paying attention and turning her head away. Conan saw this and didn't investigate further, turning his head to look at the field. On the contrary, Mao Lilan looked at Jinguji Budou's face with a hesitant look.
"You... I seem to have seen you somewhere!" Mao Lilan whispered, trying hard to recall.
"Then you must have remembered it wrongly. I don't know you." Wudao waved his hand and said hurriedly. Mao Lilan frowned and turned around, but her mind was still thinking about where she had seen Jinguji Wudao. She felt that her memory was quite good and she was definitely not wrong!
The presence of Conan and others made Wudao feel very uneasy and uncomfortable.
The time of waiting for the competition to start was really torture for Wudao. He had to urinate more frequently without realizing it. In less than half an hour, he went to the toilet 5 to 6 times.
Fujima Takako thought that Takeshi had diarrhea and asked a few questions out of concern, but Takeshi just brushed him off.
He couldn't say that he was scared to death by the elementary school student who was the god of death, right
At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was finally time for the competition to begin. Just as the audience was preparing to welcome the contestants into the venue, a group of police suddenly appeared in the passageway of the venue. A fat-bellied policeman in yellow entered the venue and said a few words to the organizers. The people in the venue were obviously a little panicked.
As a result, the audience in the stands also noticed something strange, and the entire venue suddenly became noisy.
Not long after, all the spectators were asked to leave the scene.
"It's Inspector Megure. What happened? Is the game suspended?" Conan recognized the yellow-clothed policeman in the venue. After muttering something, he wanted to leave his seat, but was grabbed by Mouri Ran and couldn't escape.
"Conan, don't run around." Xiaolan didn't know what happened, but she had seen a lot of things, so she was quite calm at this moment. However, in martial arts, this calmness was... ..experienced... .
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"
"Dear audience, there are some problems with the equipment at the venue. We are now organizing personnel to carry out emergency repairs."
"The game will be delayed for 15 minutes. During this time, we hope that all spectators can stay in their seats and not run around to avoid disturbing our staff."
"Thank you all for your cooperation. On behalf of the conference, I would like to apologize to you all!"
The person in charge of the conference stood in the center of the stage with a microphone in his hand and announced to everyone. After that, he bowed skillfully and then walked off the stage.
Hearing this, Jinguji Budo's face changed, and he thought something was wrong:
"I'm going to die! What has happened to me?!"
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