An apprentice holds the end of a metal short stick, rotates his body once, lifts the short stick high, and at the same time opens his legs, preparing to lower his center of gravity.
Matsushima Hiro sighed, then took a step forward, tapping his toes lightly on the guy's step.
The boy was letting go of the hand holding the stick to adjust his center in order to maintain balance in the fierce attack. Matsushima Hiro's move just followed his force and destroyed the balance of the posture.
The apprentice fell to the ground and the metal rod flew far away.
"Luo Bai, I can understand how you feel when you understand a move and can't help but use it. As a martial artist, this is a natural thing. However, there are too many back and forths with this move - and, you
Don’t you feel that this posture has huge flaws?”
The apprentice picked up his training weapon and lowered his head without daring to speak.
"And the weapon was released in the end, which severely deducted points." Hiro Matsushima continued.
The apprentice lowered his head.
"If this continues, then you can find a way out on your own in next month's competition. Our martial arts gym doesn't have that many free spots for you." After Matsushima Hiro's words came out of his mouth, he realized that he had spoken a little too harshly.
He patted the young man on the shoulder again: "However, if you can get rid of this bad habit during the next training, you can get a chance to debut next season."
The young man was slightly cheered up.
Sports games are one of the few large-scale events on this land. There are various official or private events. The Paralympics (i.e. Paralympic Games) are even one of the few large-scale events handed down from ancient times.
For asylum seekers, this mechanism can be described as a nearly cost-free experimental project of external power, and it can also quickly locate talents worth absorbing among the people. In addition, its existence can also slightly satisfy the spiritual needs of a small number of people at the bottom. Occasionally
Some asylum seekers feel that such large-scale sports events are contrary to the spirit of Dyson's principles, but for a long time no one really wanted to stop them.
If we really want to say it, the reason why the Paralympics became popular throughout the human world was because of the efforts of the pioneers, including Wu Ancestor.
Without input from higher-ups, they chose to maintain the status quo.
And these large and small events are also very particular. A martial artist's highest pursuit is to get an invitation to the Paralympics. And the invitations to these large and medium-sized events are weighted by a scoring system based on the warrior's past performance and topicality.
Calculation, and then the results obtained. [Dyson’s principle prohibits the emergence of organizations, so such work functions are automatically completed by the system. 】
To put it simply, you have to play well and be famous.
The normal promotion path for a warrior is nothing more than to first gain a little reputation in small local competitions organized by private individuals or patrons, until he is recognized by the network system, and then invited to participate in larger competitions.
For martial arts schools, having students enter the Paralympics or other large-scale competitions is the highest honor—and a guarantee of income.
For people at the bottom, sports meets are one of the few transparent channels for advancement, and the number of people who want to sign up is actually far greater than the number of people the sports meet can accommodate.
The organizers of small local competitions also have a tacit understanding with the martial arts gyms. They will arrange the talented students recommended by the martial arts gyms to events with higher exposure and more points.
Of course, there is never a shortage of guys who sign up for themselves. This kind of stupid young man usually becomes a stepping stone in certain team competitions, or is beaten by athletes who are obviously better than him in the "hot atmosphere".
A torrent of abuse.
Of course, killing is prohibited in sports events. But it should not be difficult to imagine what will happen to athletes who have damaged their prosthetics or suffered brain injuries without the resources to recuperate.
"Retail investors" don't have much of a future. People who gamble their lives in a circle are either stupid or have no other options.
The recommendation of a martial arts gym is very important for an athlete.
After receiving Matsushima Hiro's approval, the young warrior left uneasily.
Matsushima Hiro sighed.
Another crop.
Another batch of his apprentices went to participate in the sports meeting.
Matsushima Hiro is not a sentimental person. This kind of thing usually does not arouse his thoughts. After he stopped playing competitions decades ago, he has been teaching martial arts in martial arts gyms and has sent away batches of students.
Become an apprentice.
Among these apprentices, some have made great achievements, some have been injured and are in poverty; some have been recruited and joined the asylum, and some have gone to the world. Of course, in terms of quantity, there are also many gangsters.
He has long been used to this kind of thing.
This apprentice is a little different because of some of his little habits, which are very similar to Jadel from more than seventy years ago.
Since Hiroshi Matsushima sent Jardel out of the city just two days ago, it is inevitable to have some associations.
"I don't know if that idiot has escaped or not..." he thought: "After all, I still hope to escape."
According to his understanding of Jardel, if this idiot had not escaped, there was a 99% chance that he would die.
Although the biological brain cannot be directly hacked like a computer, there are still ways to dig out information from it. Jadel knows what he is doing. When he judges that there is no hope of escape, Jadel will definitely destroy his biological brain in order to
Hiroshi Matsushima kept this secret.
There is still a 100% chance that Jardel was captured before he could commit suicide.
Matsushima Hiro felt that it would be more appropriate for that fool to happily blow the wind in the Arctic for a few more years.
As for myself...
Ah.
Matsushima Hiro put his hands behind his back. He couldn't help but look at himself again. "What am I doing here?" This thought came to his mind hazily.
Although he had shared many experiences with his "friends", the only non-human creature Matsushima Hiroshi had actually seen was moss - a not-so-cute thing that grows in dark and damp places.
Matsushima Hiro felt that he was quite like moss. He was in a dark place, just living like this, doing nothing extraordinary, just simply surviving here.
He did take part in a little adventure, but that was mainly what the friend was doing. He was just "lending" his body and part of his brain. The really great things were what the friend did. Most of the time he was just
Watch, or use this bravery a little bit when it can be used.
His martial arts may also look like moss... No, maybe it's the rust attached to the prosthetic body. This rust will hinder the operation of the joints and reduce the efficiency of the prosthetic body. However, it seems that it can prove the history of a prosthetic body.
These are the only rust stains left.
To cultivate superior internal strength, you must use the aid of pill-returning enzymes. Pill-returning enzymes will inevitably lead to the degradation of existing skills.
He didn't dare to bet that he could cultivate his external skills to the same level a second time.
"That's right. I'm such a forward-looking person, so that's it." Hiro Matsushima returned to his room with his hands behind his back, meditating cross-legged, and collecting his thoughts. Then, he replaced part of his prosthetic body.
He took off his training equipment and then walked onto the street.
This may be the life of "Hiro Matsushima". His mission is to stay here and quietly pass on the fire of "Martial Arts".
As for "fighting swords in the world", it was just a momentary thought. The "friend" had very strong internal skills and would not leave any traces - and he seemed to have gotten what he wanted. If the Mana Knights had not
For other important projects, he will also reduce the frequency of activities.
Thinking about it this way, at least within a few years, he would return to a life of purely studying martial arts.
Nothing wrong with that.
Matsushima Hiro thought this way and walked home.
The road is still as crowded as ever.
There are also some shops in the Wuguan District that provide food for people with low transformation rates, and there are also people selling spare parts along the way - those parts are very suspicious, they are either ripped from the waste, or they come from improper sources. However, the limited release with the government
Compared with the free parts, it is indeed a large amount and can meet unexpected needs.
"Take a look! Don't miss it if you pass by!"
The short dealer closest to Matsushima Hiro looked like a dwarf with no hair. He was wrapped in a piece of khaki textile, with an alloy plate hanging from his chest and hung around his neck with waste wires.
Matsushima Hiro felt that the hawker's voice sounded familiar, but he didn't think much about it. In this era, there are too many people using voice packs, and there are only so many sounds that meet the "good-sounding" standard, especially in the free field. The sound is similar.
There are just too many people.
But the hawker came over and said with a smile: "Master, the breeze is refreshing... Come and take a look at the parts I have here!"
Matsushima Hiro looked at the vendor, but his arm trembled.
The vendor took two exaggerated steps back, and then screamed: "Hey, hey, don't be angry if you don't buy it! Is this a beating?"
If Matsushima Hiro still had eyelids, he would definitely jump a few times.
This vendor is basically a completely prosthetic warrior. Although his hands and feet have been replaced, he looks a lot shorter... But if you only look at his head, neck and shoulders...
——This guy didn’t leave the city?
Matsushima Hiro thought that the knight who assassinated the deputy leader of the Knights would escape from Jayhawk City first no matter what. After all, after the assassination, the city's supervision suddenly became stronger.
How can this guy be so bold?
Having said that, didn't we agree that the world will be far away from now on?
The reason why the knight suddenly retreated just now was because Matsushima Hiro instinctively made a minimal mecha steel fist attack. He had to retreat, otherwise, he would be exposed to the old boxer's offensive.
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But in order not to arouse suspicion, he immediately covered it up with jokes.
Matsushima Hiro put away his fists, suppressed his anger, and said: "I'm sorry, I scared you. As an apology, I will buy you a product. It doesn't need to be too expensive."