This World Archery Competition can be called the grandest competition in history.
There are more than 500 contestants from 28 countries.
Only the top 144 can pass the qualifiers in the single competition.
Shuji Tsushima also saw Neon Fang’s team competition team.
Wearing a simple black kyudo uniform and protective gear.
They all look like men in their thirties.
Speaking of this game...
Shuji Tsushima looked around at the competitors.
Eighty percent are adults in their twenties and thirties.
They all had calm faces and serious expressions.
But those young people looked relaxed and did not seem to be worried at all about losing.
"This time I'm going to let you experience it. When you are as old as those uncles, you will definitely be more powerful than them." A man encouraged a young man by patting him on the shoulder.
"Yeah!" The young man nodded vigorously while holding the bow, looking at the others.
Suddenly, Shuji Tsushima's eyes met his.
"Hello, my name is Leo, seventeen years old, British..." He ran to Shuji Tsushima and introduced himself.
"You are one of the contestants who came to participate in this competition. That one over there is my uncle. What about you?" He asked in a familiar tone with a brown figure.
"Shuji Tsushima, 14 years old, Neon Man, is also a player like you." The boy with a bandage on his right eye and medical cotton on his face was polite and reserved.
"14 years old! So young-" Leo said in surprise.
"Are you actually coming to participate in the World Series? Isn't it too early..." He looked worried.
"Where is your family?" Leo looked around Tsushima Shuji.
Standing alone among the surrounding contestants, he felt particularly lonely.
Did he actually come to compete alone? And...
How pitiful...
What a young man with a disability but a strong will——
Leo's eyes were full of sympathy.
Shuji Tsushima: ...It’s also undesirable to overdo it.
"There he is." The boy with his right eye bandaged raised his head and looked in one direction.
Leo also raised his head and followed the other person's gaze.
Squinting his eyes, he could only see a blurry white figure.
"That's..." Leo tried his best to squint his eyes, but still couldn't see clearly.
"It's my uncle." The young man lowered his head and adjusted his bow and arrow.
"Hey - I can't see what it is at all." Leo gave up struggling and said with slumped shoulders.
"Speaking of which, sitting in the stands, your uncle must be some great big shot, right?" Leo asked in disbelief.
"Also, can you actually see that far away? How far can you see?"
"And there's more..." He asked questions one after another with curiosity on his face.
Shuji Tsushima:...Are you really British?
They are exactly the same as those curious people in Neon...
"Leo." Tsushima Shuji said in a deep voice.
"What's wrong?" Leo wondered.
"Neon suits you very well." Tsushima Shuji said calmly.
"..." Leo fell into deep thought.
Shuji Tsushima is a Neon Man?
He said he is very suitable for neon?
He wants to invite himself to Neon!
This must be the case, right?
"So that's it -" Leo suddenly realized.
"Don't worry, I agreed." He nodded vigorously.
Shuji Tsushima:...You might consider changing your nationality.
"Get out of the way, kid." A strong man two meters tall came over and bumped Leo away with his shoulder without even looking at him.
Leo, who was knocked aside, raised his head angrily, but lowered his head again the moment he saw the other person.
"That guy... was in the top ten last year." After the man left, Leo whispered while rubbing his shoulders.
"Hey——" Tsushima Shuji responded nonchalantly.
"Those like us will be eliminated in the first round." Leo said dejectedly.
"Then why did you come to compete?" Shuji Tsushima pulled the bow string.
"Because I want to feel the feeling of a competitive arena..." Leo said sheepishly, rubbing his head.
"But...it's really different from practicing alone." He lowered his head in frustration.
"But I will definitely be able to do it in the next session." He nodded confidently.
"Let's meet again on the court in two years." He invited Tsushima Shuji.
"I will not participate in the next competition." Shuji Tsushima said casually without raising his head.
"Huh?" Leo's smile froze on his face.
"You won't be eliminated in the first round." Shuji Tsushima's tone revealed his helplessness.
"In the next session, you can only cheer by yourself." He said to Leo.
"But... look at those people." Leo quickly pointed to the people around him and introduced them to him.
"Those people are all players who have participated in several competitions. There are also players who have participated in more than ten competitions and have studied archery for decades..."
"Tsushima, you are like this..." He looked at the bandages on the other person's hands and face, and stopped talking knowing he had made a mistake.
"How can people like us... compare with them..." he said, holding the bow in his hand.
Shuji Tsushima: You don’t need to take me with you.
"It would be too pitiful for people like us to meet them..." Leo lowered his hand and said.
*"Don't pity yourself." Tsushima Shuji looked at his name appearing on the screen.
* "If you pity yourself, life will be an endless nightmare." Finally, he adjusted the bowstring, retracted his hand, and said calmly.
"I'm going to play first." He said calmly, as if he was just going through the motions.
Leo looked dejectedly at the young man whose back looked careless.
Feel puzzled.
Tsushima Shuji’s calmness...
Where does it come from?
He soon found out.
Competitors of different sizes stood neatly in a row, drawing their bows, nocking arrows, and releasing them with neat movements.
Shuji Tsushima is the youngest and most conspicuous among this group of players.
"The boy with the bandage on his right eye is Tsushima Shuji from Neon. He is the national champion of Neon's archery competition this year. The age of Tsushima Shuji is - 14 years old."
"It's unbelievable. You know, although our competition welcomes all contestants under the age of 40, this is the first time we meet a 14-year-old national champion. So, can this neon contestant pass the preliminary round?"
"If he loses in the first game, he won't cry and go back to his mother, hahahahahaha." The host of the competition joked, laughing.
"This is really..." People in the stands chuckled as if they had heard something interesting.
"It's no use keeping your mouth open for people who can't speak." He picked up the wine glass from the tray in the bodyguard's hand.
The liquid in the cup swayed with his movements.
"Yes, I will arrange it right away -" the bodyguard bowed his head respectfully.
"Wait." Haruhiko Oba stopped him.
"Let's wait until the comparison is over. Don't let him disturb Xiuji's entertainment." He tilted the cup and poured the liquid on the ground.
His eyes were fixed on the young man on the field.