Before Uchiha Ming could say anything, Tanaka Hikaru disagreed. "Yashiki-senpai, you were also promoted directly from the junior high school. You must have heard of the 'Witch of the Kendo Club'. She started to learn kendo in the first year of junior high school and dominated the country. Because she was too strong, all junior high school students were banned from participating. This world has geniuses that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. I think Uchiha is a genius of this level. Don't use the eyes of ordinary people to understand talented people." A talented person? I have a rank in Kyudo, and have been called a talented person by all my instructors since I was a child. However, I can never reach this level. Is the talent gap between people so big? Yashikisaki bit her lip, looking a little discouraged. "Uchiha-san really is a genius." "genius……" Being called a genius made Uchiha Ming feel very fresh. Uchiha Ming knew his own weight. Although he was a time traveler, he was actually just an average person. Although I know that this is a cheat thanks to the Sharingan, it still feels great to be praised, especially by a beautiful girl. "Uchiha-san, please be sure to join the Kyudo Club." Yashikisaki solemnly invited Uchiha.
The private Jinguji Archery Club was not very outstanding, especially the men's Archery Club, which had a hard time gathering five qualified members to participate in the team competition. The format of the Kyudo team competition means that no matter how strong one person is, he cannot turn the tide. But in addition to the team competition, there is also the individual competition. With the shooting posture and hit rate that Uchiha showed in the previous arrow, it will be no problem for him to win the championship in the national competition. As long as we can get good results, we can make the Jinguji Archery Club famous, and then it will be much easier to recruit new members for the club or ask for funds from the school. Most importantly, Yashikisaki looked at Uchiha Ming carefully. Uchiha-san's demeanor is excellent. He looked so handsome in his Kyudo hakama. It would be a waste for such a person not to practice Kyudo. Uchiha-san is no longer a rough jade, but a sparkling gem that has been carefully carved. He only needs a stage to shine and shock the world. "I'm sorry, Yashiki-senpai, but I have no intention of joining the Kyudo Club." Unexpectedly, Uchiha Ming shook his head and handed the bow to Tanaka Hikaru beside him. "Why don't you join the Kyudo Club? Wouldn't it be a shame if you don't use your talent? Do you hate Kyudo?" "Senior's archery posture is very graceful, I like it very much. I am not completely uninterested in Kyudo. But I think the Kyudo Club is not suitable for me, and I would like to try other clubs." Uchiha Ming was telling the truth. Although Kyudo gave him a feeling of being a bit flashy, it was still more handsome than Kendo. Even though kendo practitioners look very cool wearing protective gear and bamboo swords, it is not comfortable to wear those things on the body, especially in the hot summer when you take off the mask after training, there is a smell of sweat, which even a beautiful boy cannot avoid. But Uchiha Ming had no intention of joining the Kyudo Club. The cost of Kyudo is not low. The bows, arrows and protective gear needed for Kyudo are not cheap. A set will cost at least 200,000 or 300,000 yen. Uchiha Ming was only slightly interested in Kyudo, and it seemed uneconomical to buy equipment for it. The most important thing is that Uchiha Ming has no time to waste on these trivial matters. Uchiha Ming didn't want to spend too much time on club sports, but the school motto of the private Jinguji High School was to be both civil and military, and they attached great importance to club activities. Not joining a club just to go home would be too conspicuous, so Uchiha Ming just wanted to find an easy club to be a ghost member, and then continue to practice, study, and keep a low profile. But seeing how Senior Yashiki from the Kyudo Club is full of expectations for Uchiha Ming, it is obvious that she will not let him slack off. "Sister Yashiki, thank you very much for your guidance. I have benefited a lot from it. I will take my leave now." Uchiha Ming was about to change back into his school uniform, but as soon as he turned around, Yashikisaki grabbed his sleeve. For Yashiki Saki, who was particular about her elegant manners, this action was quite bold. Her cheeks flushed, but she still said seriously:
"I hope Uchiha-san will reconsider this. It is a shame that such a talented person cannot walk on the right path." Uchiha Ming felt a little regretful. When he used the Sharingan to copy the Kyudo skills before, he shouldn't have looked for those gray-haired Kyudo masters. They were too conspicuous. But it is always better to have many skills, so if you want to learn something, you should choose the best. Then she quickly let go and bowed, "Please think about it again." "Uchiha, you are really an iceberg. Even a pitiful and beautiful girl like Yashiki-senpai begged you so much, but you still refused without hesitation." Walking out of the archery dojo, Tanaka Hikaru kept nagging to Uchiha Ming as he walked. "Besides, there are more women than men in the Kyudo Club, and there is a beautiful girl like Yashiki-senpai. It would be a shame if you, Uchiha, didn't join. With how much Yashiki-senpai values your talent, there will definitely be opportunities for us to practice together privately. In this kind of atmosphere, you can win with just a little effort." Chapter 12 Chapter 012 Arson Wanted While feeling sorry for Uchiha Ming, Tanaka Hikaru lamented that his archery instructor was an old man. According to him, if a beautiful archery master had taught him, his archery skills would have been invincible throughout the country. Of course Uchiha Ming didn't believe his nonsense. He visited a few clubs, but found little interest, so he said goodbye to Tanaka Hikaru and went home. In the next few days, Uchiha Ming would briefly visit other club activities after school, and then go home to read or practice. On Friday, Uchiha Ming declined the enthusiastic invitation from the club captain to join the club and left the tennis club. After a few days of exploration, Uchiha Ming was convinced that he could easily copy the skills of various sports and competitive activities with his double magatama Sharingan. Others train hard day after day for ten years to acquire skills, but you can acquire them with just a glance from the Sharingan. Even a layman like him who knew nothing about tennis could hit difficult side topspin serves and super topspin balls effortlessly. Ordinary high school boys are completely defenseless against techniques copied directly from Grand Slam players. Halfway through the game of tennis, Uchiha Ming felt a little embarrassed. It was really too bullying. Relying on the power of the Sharingan and the extraordinary physical fitness of the Genin level, if Uchiha Ming develops in the field of sports, winning various championships will be easy for him, and it will not be a problem for him to earn tens of billions of yen a year by relying on endorsements and sponsorships, and he will easily reach the peak of his life. If Tokyo is just an ordinary urban world, moving towards becoming a sports star would be a good choice. However, in the shadow of the bustling and noisy city of Tokyo, there are still all kinds of monsters and evil spirits lurking. In such a hidden worldview, as a time traveler, it makes little sense to pursue worldly status and money. Although society was still peaceful and everyone regarded monsters and evil spirits as urban legends, Uchiha Ming was still a little uneasy. Perhaps it was because he was attacked by monsters and evil spirits in one day, and Uchiha Ming always felt that he lacked a sense of security. Now, only this pair of Sharingan and the system can give him a sense of security. At this stage, what he had to do was to continue to maintain his identity as Uchiha Ming, a high school student, and develop quietly until the day he opened his Mangekyo. When I returned to the Uchiha residence, it was unsurprisingly as deserted as before. Uchiha Senmon has not returned since he left that day. According to previous practice, he might not come back for ten days or half a month. But it's better this way. The less contact, the lower the possibility of exposure. Even if Uchiha Senmon finds that his son has changed from before a few months later, he will think that it is the influence of the new environment in high school. "Are you going out to eat again tonight?" Uchiha Ming casually picked up a pressed Fukuzawa Yukichi picture from the coffee table in the living room and thought casually.
After home economics class, he watched a lot of chef videos and copied the exquisite knife skills, but that was all. He was not interested in cooking. After taking off his school uniform and changing into casual clothes, Uchiha Ming walked out of the house and wandered around aimlessly. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses bought from a 100-yen store on his nose, and behind the sunglasses, his Sharingan was open. The neon lights are bright and the streets are crowded with people. Everyone has an indifferent expression and walks hurriedly, like parallel lines that will never intersect. As Uchiha Ming walked, his Sharingan behind his sunglasses scanned the crowd. These days, before Uchiha Ming went out for dinner, he would always wear sunglasses and wander outside for half an hour, secretly using his Sharingan to examine passers-by. It was much better than he expected, he didn't find any of them harboring monsters. Because of two supernatural incidents in a row within one day, Uchiha Ming began to wonder if Tokyo was a modern metropolis during the day and a demonic world full of demons at night. But now it seems that the probability of ordinary people encountering aliens is very small. "Okay, this is the end of our routine inspection. Now it's time to go eat." After turning off his Sharingan, Uchiha Ming was wondering where to eat today. These days he eats in the cafeteria for lunch and in cheap fast food chains like Yoshinoya at night. The tastes aren't quite to his liking, but the portions are large and the prices are cheap, so it's still a good deal for a big eater like him. There happened to be a izakaya in front of him, and Uchiha Ming lifted the door curtain and walked in. Looking around, this is an ordinary izakaya. The store is full of customers and there is only one waitress greeting the guests. There was also a patrolman talking to the boss in the semi-open kitchen. "Hey, if I see anyone suspicious, I will call the police station immediately." After respectfully escorting the patrolman out of the izakaya, the boss wiped his sweat with a towel and complained in a low voice: "What's going on this week? This is the third time someone has come to patrol. Did a murderer escape to Nakano District?" Seeing Uchiha Ming, the boss immediately put on a smile and entertained him warmly. "Sir, what would you like to eat? Yiqiao! Yiqiao, have you changed your clothes? Come down quickly and greet the guests." Uchiha Ming looked at the price list on the wall and casually ordered a large portion of fried dumplings. The taste of this kind of izakaya is just so-so. Although there may be some surprises, most of them are probably not as good as the standardized chain family restaurants. The boss asked him if he wanted to add another 50 yen to upgrade to a dumpling set meal, which could be served with rice and miso soup. When Uchiha Ming heard this, he showed disgust and refused decisively. Dumplings with rice is a unique way of eating rice in Japan. The history of eating dumplings in Japan is not long, and it only became popular after the war. After the introduction, the Japanese, who are accustomed to eating rice as their staple food, naturally regard fried dumplings as a side dish. The Japanese firmly believe that only rice, bread and noodles can be considered staple foods. Even if they are the same noodles, if they are slightly different in shape, they can only be considered dishes. For this reason, they prefer fried dumplings with a crispy skin and the juice spurting out from the thin skin when you take a bite, and they cannot accept boiled dumplings. While waiting for the food to be served, a wanted poster appeared on the TV in the izakaya. "A fire broke out in a residential building in Shimonakano Ward, but fortunately no one was injured. The police determined that the fire was caused by arson, and now issue a wanted order for the suspect. If you see any suspicious persons, please report to the nearby police stations in time. For individuals who provide important clues, a reward of 200 million yen will be given after verification." A monk's face with deep wrinkles between his brows appeared on the TV screen.
"The arson suspect calls himself Di Lu. This is the suspect's high-definition headshot and full-body photo..." Chapter 13 013 Not being active in eating has problems "These days, even monks have become arsonists." "He is really full of martial virtues, and has the momentum of the Ikko Ikki back then." "What's the big deal about burning civilian houses? If this bald guy has the ability, why doesn't he burn down the Imperial Palace?" "Two million! That's about the amount you can put on a reward for a murderer." The customers in the pub who were a little drunk were talking loudly, and it became a hot topic in the restaurant for a while. Uchiha Ming looked at the familiar monk's face on TV and couldn't help but frown. After the video in the apartment was deleted, he knew that it might be because it involved a supernatural incident and the Metropolitan Police Department had imposed information control on it, but he never expected that the Metropolitan Police Department would issue a wanted order for Di Lu and even offer a high reward. What's going on? When it comes to supernatural events, shouldn't we investigate them secretly? Or are the Japanese officials so hostile to wild supernatural beings? At this time, the fried dumplings ordered by Uchiha Ming were ready, and the dish was served by a girl with pigtails and a name tag in front of her with the words "一桥" (Ichibashi) written on it. She wore a pair of thick black-framed glasses, which made it difficult to see her eyes and face. She was wearing a red wide-sleeved Wufu, a white apron with the store name printed on it, a scarf on her head, and two black, shiny braids hanging down her bulging chest. The girl put a plate of fried dumplings on the table and turned to leave. Uchiha Ming was eating fried dumplings with a crunchy sound while wondering about the purpose of the Japanese official wanted order for Di Lu. Soon the dumplings were finished, and he knocked on the table and called Yiqiao over. "Give me another serving of fried dumplings." The taste was just average, but the large portion of eight fried dumplings was just enough to fill Uchiha Ming's stomach. "Ginger-glazed pork, beef tendon and radish soup, and rice." "Four fried chicken skewers, please." "A large portion of curry and rice, and a glass of ice water." The fifth time she came to Uchiha Ming's seat, the waitress was surprised at Uchiha Ming's good appetite and couldn't help but look at him a few more times. It was seven o'clock, the busiest time of the day in the izakaya, when a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing a brown sweater and slippers, and looking drunk, walked in. "Watanabe, bring out the most expensive sashimi platter in your store, and open a bottle of the most expensive wine." The drunk man shouted to the boss while burping. Regular customers in the store also started to tease the drunk: "Yokohama, it looks like you made a lot of money playing pachinko today." "Just a little bit, just a little bit." The drunk rubbed his thumb with his index finger, made a classic gesture, and said proudly. Soon, the sashimi platter came up. The drunk looked at Yiqiao with pigtails with hazy eyes and reached out to grab Yiqiao's wrist, but Yiqiao reacted quickly and dodged in time, so he only grabbed the sleeve. "You are new here, girl. I didn't see you the other day. You have a hot body. Come and have a drink with uncle. I will give you some pocket money..."
The drunk grabbed Yiqiao's sleeve and started swearing at him, and refused to let go even when the owner and other customers tried to dissuade him. Yiqiao had a blank expression on his face, and the thick lenses of his glasses reflected a cold light. His aura changed from being cold and aloof to becoming dangerous. "Really? You can see all kinds of scum out there. You rubbish guest, I think you need to freshen your breath." Yiqiao quickly pulled out a bottle of pepper spray from his pocket and unceremoniously pressed it towards the drunk. "My eyes hurt so much, cough cough cough..."