21. A real workout!

"If I hadn't met you, I would have thought that the magician Emiya Kiritsugu said was just a joke! The world is really mysterious. The longer you live, the more you know!"

Fujimura Lei Hua drank a glass of sake, looked at the young students who were training, and said with some emotion.

In the past, he didn't believe in the existence of extraordinary powers. It was not until he met Emiya Kiritsugu that he knew a little about the magic world, and he was also dubious about the existence of magicians. Finally, after he met Matou Shinji, he didn't know about these things. Things are thoroughly believed.

"Every time I see your rapid progress, I have doubts. Are all magicians as strong as you?"

Fujimura Leihua stopped drinking, and turned his head curiously to look at Matou Shinji beside him.

"Well...no, most magicians are relatively thin, but no matter what, magicians are basically extremely dangerous characters for ordinary people."

"including me?"

"Of course, including you, you are just a gang boss."

Matou Shinji turned his head slightly, looked at Fujimura Leihua, and said that he knew that the Fujimura group had a lot of firearms, but if the magician was someone who could solve the problem with only firearms, it would not be passed down to this day.

"Let's not talk about this, anyway, magicians are secluded and usually don't come to this rural place easily. How is Mr. Wei Gong's recent health?"

The atmosphere was a little dull. Matou Shinji changed the subject and asked about Kiritsugu Emiya's physical condition. Although he knew the address of the person who survived the Holy Grail War, he had not come into direct contact with this person in the past few years. guy.

"Weigong... The situation has not been very good, and it's still like that sickness. I'm afraid it won't last long."

"Is that so..."

Emiya Kiritsugu's physical condition was as expected by Shinji, that guy accelerated his time due to overloading, and was also eroded by the Black Holy Grail, so he is alive and well.

"Ha! That guy was so fascinated by Dahe that he gave up his heart. Thinking of this, I was a little pissed. Bringing wolves into the room! Bringing wolves into the room! Hahaha—!"

Even though he said so, there was no anger on Fujimura Leihua's face, instead a hearty smile appeared.

"So the older a man is, the more tasteful he is? I don't know why that guy in Taiga is obsessed with Emiya Kiritsugu!"

With a thoughtful look on his face, Shinji stroked his smooth chin with his right hand, and turned his attention to Fujimura Leihua. This guy is almost sixty years old, but he still looks good, and his body is extremely strong. Besides, there are not many wrinkles...

The tiger of Fujimura... This title is also quite suitable for him, and he is jumping around all day long.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? Nothing like what you imagined happened to me! Don't make trouble!"

He had just mentioned that his granddaughter was a relaxed Fujimura Leihua, but at this moment his face was full of nervousness and anxiety, and he even sat up straight and put the wine glass aside.

"It's okay, isn't your wife going out to visit relatives? Why is there such a big reaction!"

Matou Shinji said with a smirk, "That's right, Fujimura Raika has a masculine physique and a very forthright personality, but... he is a strict wife. If it weren't for his wife not in Fuyuki City at this time, he would even drink like this. Nothing can be done.

"Whoo-! Right, overreacting, overreacting."

Fujimura Leihua suddenly leaned against the wall, and hurriedly poured himself a glass of wine to suppress his shock. While his wife was not here, he must have a good drink today.

Seeing him like this, Matou Shinji chuckled lightly, then stood up again, took the wooden sword from the wooden frame beside him, and walked to the place where he had just fought with Fujimura Taiga.

"You, you, you! You three come up, remember to bring your protective gear."

Matou Shinji stretched out his hand and selected a few burly men who were sitting on their knees. All of them had a fierce temperament. When they heard Matou Shinji's words, a hint of joy flashed in their eyes.

When wearing protective gear, occasionally there are hideous tattoos embroidered on the exposed skin.

Fujimura Leihua chuckled and continued to drink a small drink and watch the scene in the dojo. Occasionally, his eyes drifted to the young and beautiful female students in the distance. The focus was on their graceful curves and turbulent hearts. It is impossible for people to grow old. That's it.

But if his wife knows, I am afraid there will be more words later, there is no thief!

The three selected strong men came to the locker room on the side, where not only kendo uniforms, but also some thick protective clothing like armor, the thick ones gave people a sense of security.

The three of them helped each other, quickly put on the thick protective clothing, and put on a very safe helmet.

When one of them was assisting his companions to wear protective clothing, he sighed and said, "This time it's finally our turn!"

"Yeah, originally my daughter was about to go to college, and I was worried about tuition fees. Now it's settled. This Master Matou has always been very generous, especially for us sparring partners."

The shortest man among the three said that he is also the oldest among the three, but although he is short, he is short and stocky, and his body is full of viciousness, that is, his words are slightly damaging. This cruel.

"Hezi...I really can't see it, it's unbelievable that you have such a smart and motivated child, cadre ape!"

With the assistance of his companions, the man wearing protective clothing said with a smile, with obvious envy on his face.

"He Zi is my daughter, this is my luck, but because of this, it is also her misfortune... As someone who does this, every time her classmates come to play at home, I wrap myself tightly. , I'm afraid that I will show my tattoo... Now the economy is in a recession, and I can't even pay for the tuition!"

Saying that, the father's eyes showed a look of sadness, and he was deeply guilty of his daughter.

"Chief cadre! How can you say that, you still have a job at least, you are better than those who are unemployed! And as long as you have done this sparring training, you will not have any tuition fees! Men, you have to work hard. !"

The person who spoke at the beginning said immediately, and at the same time checked the protective suit he was wearing.

The man known as the Great Ape took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Of course! Get ready, I'm afraid we'll have to go to the hospital for a few months this time!"

"Already prepared!"

"Let that young master see the ambition of the Fujimura group!"

The three people wearing special protective suits walked out of the locker room, each holding a wooden sword, while their opponent, Matou Shinji, was still wearing a light kendo uniform, and was a little bored watching the pattern of the wooden sword. .

When he saw the selected sparring partner appear, his eyes lit up. He was with Fujimura Taiga just now for the test. For him, it was not even a warm-up. Now is the real start.

The three of them had already entered the arena, and they waved their wooden knives to spread out and surrounded Shinji. Without any etiquette, let alone a so-called reminder, the wooden knives with a whistling sound burst out of the air and waved towards Matou Shinji's figure.

"Tsk! This is the battle, good wine, it tastes good when you drink it like this, hahahaha-!"

Fujimura Leihua sat up slightly, watching Matou Shinji's "practice" with all his attention, and his drinking never stopped.

A smile appeared at the corner of Matou Shinji's mouth, the blood flow in his body gradually accelerated, and his palm clenched the handle of the wooden knife, making a "creaky" and "creaky" sound.

For the three people who attacked together, he did not have any fear. A vicious temperament emerged from him. At this moment, the three people around were like being stared at by some fierce beast. A momentary stagnation.

Boom!

The dull sound of the wooden sword hitting, the wooden sword in the hand of a burly man was raised high, and Matou Shinji slashed his chest with a knife.

boom!

With a muffled sound, this strong man rose directly into the air, and the whole person flew out instantly. It was a seemingly young boy who caused all this. The other two seemed to be accustomed to this and shouted loudly. , but quickly slashed towards Shinji.

Pfft!

The strong man who was knocked out flew towards the wall, and the direction was also very coincident, it was heading towards Fujimura Leihua.

"Tsk!"

Smacking his lips a little unhappy, Fujimura Leihua stretched out his right hand with a relaxed face, and suddenly resisted the flying strong man, his wrist was very skillfully released in the air, and the impact of the attacking force was perfectly resolved, and then one-handed The guy in the thick protective suit comes down.

"Hug, sorry for the team leader! I didn't mean to!"

As a member of Fujimura's group, the strong man said hurriedly, ignoring his drowsy brain, and immediately apologized to his boss.

"Is your body okay?"

Fujimura Leihua picked up the sake beside him, poured himself a glass of wine, and asked casually.

"No, no!"

"Then go fight again!"

"Ah? Ah! I'll go right now!"

The strong man raised the wooden knife and rushed towards the stage. Under the watchful eye of the boss behind him, he was working extra hard at this time.

"Huh! Cool!"

Watching Matou Shinji alone suppressing the battle of the veterans in the three groups, Fujimura Leihua couldn't help but drink faster. Such a wonderful battle is his best snack!

Intense battles and cool wine, Fujimura Leihua squinted his eyes at this time, this is the meaning of his existence! Hahaha--!

He picked up the sake bottle and poured the wine, but this time there was no tempting liquid flowing out.

Huh? there is none left!

Fujimura Lei poured it twice as if he didn't believe it, but there was not a drop left. Now is the wonderful time, but his wine is gone!

Click!

The delicate ceramic wine glass cracked instantly, then shattered the next moment, and was squeezed into powder in the rough palm.

Oops! Lost!

Fujimura Leihua carefully looked around and confirmed that no one noticed his gaffe just now. He breathed a sigh of relief. If his wife found out, then he would not want to touch alcohol in the next month.

Sprinkling the powder in his hand calmly in the corner, although I feel a little sorry for the cleaning person in my dojo, but for the sake of a happy life in the future, Fujimura Leihua can only make him a little troublesome.

After doing these things, he scratched his head, he obviously brought enough wine! Why isn't there enough to drink?

wrong! Dahe took a bottle before, that idiot is always on the same side as her grandma, it's really a headache...

The guy called Fujimura Fierce Tiger began to protest the tyranny dominated by his family in his heart. Although it was useless, it could at least make him feel better.