Fujima Shinichi received Jinguji Jinji and Budou in his dojo. Compared with the living room, Fujima Shinichi prefers to meet guests in his dojo. This way of meeting guests is full of personal characteristics, just like a boss who likes to talk about things in KTV.
"Is this your dojo, Mr. Fujima? It's quite nice!"
"It is really a blessing for Wudao to have such a training environment."
Jinguji Renji and Budou sat down next to a tea eucalyptus under the guidance of Fujima Shinichi. Renji looked around the spacious dojo and exclaimed in admiration.
"Thank you for the compliment, old man."
"Let's talk about martial arts."
"Sir, you may not know that there is a difference between a disciple and a student. My original intention was to accept Wudao as a student, not a disciple."
"So I'm sorry I can't accept your request."
Sitting in his seat, Shinichi Fujima placed the gift box in his hand on the table and pushed it towards Jinguji Jinji.
"oh?"
"Mr. Fujima, it is precisely because I know the difference between a disciple and a student that I made this request."
"Is it because you are not satisfied with the remuneration? As long as you ask, the conditions are negotiable!"
Jinguji Jinji looked like a wealthy man ready to accept any price you asked for. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, exuding an indescribable aura of majesty.
"Hahaha, you underestimate me too much. Of course, this is not the reason."
Fujima Shinichi laughed heartily, and then his eyes fell on Wudao who had been silent, and continued: "To be honest, if I were to accept disciples for rewards, my dojo would have been full of people a long time ago."
"I just don't want kids without talent to have too much expectations for this project."
"Can you understand what I'm saying, old man?"
Fujima Shinichi shifted his gaze and looked at Jinguji Jinji. His words were quite tactful, not pointing fingers at Wudao and saying that he had no talent and was not qualified to do this job.
However, even though this was the case, Jinguji Jinji, who had high expectations for martial arts, frowned.
"A waste of time? Not necessarily!"
"Although I am old, I am not so blind as to be blind. Don't laugh at me, I also practiced judo for a long time when I was young."
"Although my abilities are average, when it comes to judging people, I think I have some insight."
"I'm not bragging, but my grandson has the potential to be a national player!"
The old man is already very old, but his speech is full of middle school student tone. Wu Dao couldn't help scratching his head when he heard this, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Maybe I should call me Wang Teng?" Wudao secretly complained in his heart, but his eyes were looking at Fujima Shinichi.
To be honest, although this is the world of SD, which man has not dreamed of becoming a martial arts master? Of course, martial arts also have such ideas. Playing basketball is a hobby, and maybe it can be developed into a career in the future, but learning martial arts does not prevent playing basketball. The monks in Shaolin Temple all play basketball.
Kung Fu Basketball is also very reasonable!
"If it's just a hobby, martial arts talent is not bad, but the talent requirements for professionals and amateurs are different."
Fujima Shinichi replied calmly, his words were very impolite, but very true.
“Professionals and amateurs have different requirements for talent…” Wu Dao lowered his head slightly. He understood this statement very deeply.
Isn't basketball a sport of talent? Newman, who became famous at a young age in the United States, went from beating up Ball to being beaten up by Ball. During this period, the only thing he experienced was that one person grew taller while the other did not.
The word "talent" has shattered the basketball dreams of countless young people.
Wu Dao thought of his past life and his expression became somewhat gloomy.
"But, martial arts, you are not completely without a chance."
"In judo, physical condition is important, but understanding is equally important."
"I can teach you a lesson first. If your understanding satisfies me, I will accept you as my disciple!"
Shinichi Fujima looked at Wudao, whose expression was vaguely gloomy, and said with a smile that he thought Wudao was disappointed because he could not become his disciple, but he did not expect that Wudao was just sighing about his fate.
"If there is a chance, I will fight for it." Wudao will not miss such an opportunity. Even if he practices judo just for physical exercise, there is still a difference in the treatment of disciples and students. Wudao came here to really learn something, not to kill time.
"In that case, you two wait here for a moment." Shinichi Fujima stood up and left the gym.
Takeshi and Jinguji Jinji looked at each other, not knowing what Fujima Shinichi was going to do.
After a while, Fujima Shinichi returned to the dojo, but this time he had changed his clothes and put on a white judo uniform. At the same time, he also held a blue judo uniform in his hand. Behind Fujima Shinichi, Fujima Takako also wore a white judo uniform and followed him into the dojo.
After entering the dojo, Shinichi Fujima closed the door of the dojo, came to Takeshi, and placed the blue judo uniform on the table.
"You are about the same height as me. This suit is what I wore when I was young. You should be able to wear it."
"Change your clothes and come over here!"
Shinichi Fujima walked barefoot to the edge of the slightly raised platform in the dojo, tightened his belt, sat cross-legged, and waited. Fujima Takako walked silently to the center of the platform, looking at Budo with her beautiful eyes, her eyes full of excitement.
"Hurry! Grandson, change your clothes and go upstairs!" Jinguji Jinji's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, and he slapped Wudao's back hard and urged him.
"..." Wu Dao was somewhat speechless. He roughly understood how Fujima Shinichi viewed his comprehension. He actually wanted him to fight Fujima Cage.
When facing girls, Wu Dao is quite conflicted. If he doesn't hold back, it would seem like he is bullying the girls. But if he holds back, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if he still can't beat the girls
This grandpa is also a pitfall. Is it necessary to rush into such a battle
But Wudao still changed his clothes quickly. He actually wanted to take a look. It’s not that he wanted to fight with Fujima Takako, but Wudao wanted to see what the use of his super martial arts system was.
Takeshi was wearing a judo uniform, and Jinguji Jinjimi helped Takeshi tie the belt.
Fujima Shinichi's clothes are just the right length for a martial arts student, but a little loose. However, judo uniforms are loose, so it doesn't look out of place on a martial arts student. Fujima Shinichi's name is embroidered on the left chest of the blue judo uniform, which shows that it is a genuine original uniform.
A judo uniform coupled with the handsome appearance of a martial artist and his tall and straight posture, it really looks quite cool.
"Go ahead, do your best and don't let me down!" Jinguji Jinji encouraged Wudao, but Wudao felt uncomfortable listening to these words. So it's not you who will be beaten
Wudao came in front of Fujima Takako, Fujima Shinichi looked at Wudao sideways and nodded slightly. Don't say it, although this boy is a little thin, he is still very handsome.
"When I first came into contact with judo, my master didn't teach me anything, but just let me compete with my senior brother."
"Guess what happened in the end? After just two rounds, I figured out my senior brother's moves. Even though I had never learned judo, I was able to throw him several meters away."
As Shinichi Fujima spoke, a smile broke out on his face as he reminisced about his youthful years.
“…” Wu Dao understood after hearing this. It turned out that the method of judging talent was still the same.
"Martial Arts, no matter what method you use, as long as you can still stand on the field after three minutes, you are my disciple!"
“Let’s get started!”
Shinichi Fujima explained the rules, but it seemed like he didn't say any rules at all and just announced the start.
Wudao's expression darkened and he immediately became alert. The next second, Fujima Takako, who had heard the start, kicked the ground hard and came to Wudao in the blink of an eye. He quickly leaned down and grabbed Wudao's belt with both hands.
"Steady your lower body!" Wudao bent his legs without thinking, leaned forward slightly, and subconsciously grabbed Fujima Takako's shoulders with both hands to steady his body.
Jian Longzi was not very tall and his strength was average, so Wudao only made a slight counterattack and the opponent was unable to shake him.
However, just when Wudao was relieved, Fujima Takako, who was facing him, suddenly loosened Wudao's belt and hugged Wudao's right arm with both hands. At the same time, he suddenly turned around and put his back directly on Wudao's chest.
The next second, Wu Dao felt a flash before his eyes, and the tatami on the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.
"Ah!" After a delicate cry, a loud noise was heard in the dojo.
"Bang!!!"
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