COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

This World Kyudo Competition can be called the most grand one in the past years.

28 countries, more than 500 contestants.

Only the top 144 can pass the preliminaries in the single player competition.

Shuji Tsushima also saw the Neon Fang team in the team competition.

A plain black bow uniform and protective equipment.

They all looked like men in their thirties.

Speaking of this game...

Shuji Tsushima looked around at the contestants around him.

Eighty percent are adults in their 20s and 30s.

They all looked calm and serious.

And those teenagers looked relaxed, and they didn't seem to worry about losing the election.

"This time I will bring you to experience it. When you are as old as those uncles, you will definitely be better than them." A man encouraged by patting a young man on the shoulder.

"Yeah!" The boy nodded vigorously while holding the bow, looking at the others.

Suddenly, Shuji Tsushima met his eyes.

"Hi, my name is Leo, seventeen years old, British..." He ran to Shuji Tsushima and introduced himself.

"It's one of the contestants who came to participate in this competition. That one over there is my uncle. What about you?" He asked familiarly in a brownish half-to-seven point.

"Shuji Tsushima, 14 years old, neon man, just like you, also a contestant." The boy with a bandage on his right eye and a medical cotton cloth on his face was polite and reserved.

"14 years old! So young—" Leo said in surprise.

"Are you here to participate in the World Series? Could it be too early..." He looked worried.

"Where's your family?" Leo looked around Shuji Tsushima.

Standing alone among the contestants around him, he was extremely lonely.

Did you come to the competition alone? and……

What a pity...

What a disabled young man——

Leo looked sympathetically.

Shuji Tsushima: ...It's not okay to overdo it.

"There he is." The boy with a bandaged right eye looked up in one direction.

Leo also looked up and followed the other party's gaze.

Squinting his eyes, he could only see a vague white figure.

"That's..." Leo squinted his eyes hard to see, but still couldn't see clearly.

"It's my uncle." The boy lowered his head and adjusted his bow and arrow.

"Hey - I can't see what it looks like at all." Leo gave up struggling and said with drooping shoulders.

"Speaking of which, to be able to sit in the VIP stands, your uncle must not be some great big shot?" Leo asked incredulously.

"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?

It's exactly the same as the curious people in Neon...

"Leo." Shuji Tsushima said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong?" Leo wondered.

"Neon suits you very well." Shuji Tsushima 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!

It must be so, right?

"I see—" Leo suddenly realized.

"Don't worry, I agree." He nodded vigorously.

Shuji Tsushima: ...You can consider changing your nationality.

"Get out of the way, brat." A two-meter-tall man came over and bumped Leo away with his shoulder, without looking at him.

Leo, who was knocked aside, raised his head angrily, but lowered his head the moment he saw the other party.

"That guy...was in the top ten last year." After the man left, Leo whispered while rubbing his shoulders.

"Hey—" Shuji Tsushima replied nonchalantly.

"People like us will be eliminated in the first round." Leo said dejectedly.

"Then why did you come to compete?" Shuji Tsushima pulled the bowstring.

"Because I want to feel the feeling of the arena..." Leo rubbed his head shyly.

"But... it's really different from practicing alone." He lowered his head in frustration.

"But next time, I will definitely be able to." He nodded confidently.

"Let's meet again on the field in two years." He invited Shuji Tsushima.

"I will not participate in the next competition." Shuji Tsushima said casually without raising his head.

"Huh?" Leo's smile froze on his face.

"It won't be brushed off in the first round." Shuji Tsushima's tone revealed helplessness.

"For the next session, you will be the only one to cheer on yourself." He said to Leo.

"But...look at those people." Leo hurriedly pointed to the people around him and introduced them to him.

"Those people are all players who have participated in several competitions, and there are also players who have participated in more than ten competitions and have learned bow and arrow for decades..."

"Tsushima, you are like this..." He looked at the bandages on the opponent's hands and face, and stopped speaking knowingly.

"Like us... how can we compare with them..." Holding the bow in his hand, he said.

Shuji Tsushima: You don't have to take me with you.

"It's too pitiful to meet them like us..." Leo lowered his hands.

* "Don't pity yourself." Shuji Tsushima looked at his name that appeared on the screen.

*"If you pity yourself, life will be an endless nightmare." Finally adjusted the bowstring, retracted his hand, and said calmly.

"I'm going to the competition first." He was calm as if he was just going through the motions.

Leo looked downcastly at the young man whose back was showing a sense of indifference.

Puzzled.

Shuji Tsushima's calmness...

Where did it come from?

He soon found out.

Contestants of different sizes stood neatly in a row, drawing their bows, nodding their arrows, and letting go.

Shuji Tsushima is the smallest of the group and also the most visible.

"The boy with the bandage on his right eye is Mr. Shuji Tsushima from Neon. He is the national champion of this year's Kyudo Competition of Neon. The age of Shuji Tsushima is 14 years old."

"It's unbelievable. You know, although our competition welcomes all players under the age of 40, this is the first time we meet a 14-year-old national champion. So, can this neon player pass the preliminary round?"

"If he loses in the first round, he won't cry and go back to his mother, hahahahaha." The competition host joked, laughing.

"This is really..." Haruhiko Oba sat on the vip stand, chuckling as if he heard something interesting.

"For a person who can't speak, it's useless to keep your mouth." 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'll arrange it right away—" the bodyguard bowed and lowered his head respectfully.

"Wait." Haruhiko Oba stopped him.

"Let's talk about it after the competition, don't let him disturb Xiu Zhi's entertainment." He tilted the cup and poured the liquid on the ground.

He stared at the young man on the field.