I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

When Kazuma hurriedly hurried, finally arrived at the hospital before the sun went down.

As a result, he ran into Shangquan Zhenggang who was pushed out by his wife in a wheelchair at the entrance of the hospital.

At a glance, Kazuma saw an additional entry on the head of Shangquan Zhenggang: Breath of Death.

The entry has no explanation, and it is so simple and easy to understand that the literal really does not need to be explained.

Shangquan was just watching the expression in Kazuma and smiled: "Why are you so serious? I'm not dead yet."

But looking at the entry on your head, it's fast too.

Of course, Kazuma would not say that, he also let himself smile: "That's it, then I rushed in and I really lost it. I just finished a big meal when I received the news, Zheng Meimei I enjoyed the desserts, but I rushed over in a hurry..."

"Huh, don't worry, you won't be here in vain." Shangquan Zhenggang smiled, "Let's go, go to my little room. You really brought a bunch of people here."

When the voice fell, his wife said, "Don't worry, there is enough blanket."

"Good, that's good." Shangquan Zhenggang nodded repeatedly.

But his wife said: "Just because the room is not enough, the children may have to sleep together in the dojo at night."

Kazuma hurriedly said: "It's okay, we are okay."

"Okay, it's like staying together!" Mei Jiazi said loudly, "Let's have a pillow fight tonight!"

Qingliu sighed: "Like children, we can't have such a joy when there are patients."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Shang Quanzheng just waved his hand, "I also like to watch young people making noise. Let's go, the whole Jianlian car is over there, where is your car?"

Kazuma refers to a black premium car parked not far away.

"Follow up." Shang Quanzheng just said so, and then made a "go" gesture to his wife.

Kazuma just remembered at this time, whether I should help the old lady push the wheelchair.

He was about to speak, and the old lady said first: "Let me come. I may not have much time to push him."

The old lady seemed to be saying that she would not be able to push anymore soon, but according to the Kazuma guess that knew the real situation through the entry, the hospital had probably notified the old lady of the fact.

As for Shangquan Zhenggang himself, the old man probably felt that his time limit was approaching, so he called Kazuma over.

Kazuma watched the old lady pushing the old man into the all-jianlian motorhome-the car also had a barrier-free design that could push the wheelchair directly up.

Kazuma waved to the apprentices: "Let's go too."

**

Shangquan Zhenggang's villa is indeed a small house, as he said.

It is also a building with a dojo. This house is a full circle smaller than the Kiryu Dojo of the Kazuma family.

Moreover, it seems that there is only a small attic on the second floor, which is completely unlike the Kiryu Dojo. There is also a row of houses for the disciples on the second floor.

The old lady Shangquan pushed Shangquan Zhenggang directly into the entrance, and then waved to Kazuma: "You come and help me."

Kazuma hurried forward to help the old lady lift her wheelchair up the steps of the entrance.

Then the old lady bent down to help Shang Quanzheng just take off her shoes.

Kazuma took off his shoes and put them together with the students' shoes.

At this time, Ueizumi Masagang suddenly said: "Kiryu, push me to the dojo."

Kazuma immediately stepped forward, pushing Kamizumi Masagang to the dojo.

The old lady Shangquan helped him open the door of the dojo.

"Open the door to the courtyard." As soon as he entered the dojo, Shangquan Zhenggang pointed to the side door and said.

Honami, who followed in Kazuma, quickly walked to the door and pulled the door aside.

You can see the buildings of Kagoshima city outside the door. A little further away is Kagoshima Bay. On the other side of the bay is the famous Sakurajima volcano.

Today's Sakurajima Pass is crowded with columnar clouds that look like dense smoke.

Kazuma looked at Sakurajima and couldn't help asking, "Is that erupting?"

"No, geologists say that the volcano is not active right now." Masaichi Ueizumi replied, "But even an active volcano that is not active will smoke like this from time to time. This is also a famous sight in Kagoshima City."

Kazuma gave a "Oh".

Kamiizumi continued: "So you see, the story in "Sakurajima" can't be true at all. Anyone who has lived in Kagoshima for a period of time knows it. Artistic creation is artistic creation.”

According to Masago Ueizumi, "Sakurajima" is still based on his suggestion to place the story in Sakurajima.

Kazuma was about to ask him why he made this suggestion. Shangquan said again: "When I was young, there was no such house on this hill. It was all in the wild. I like to sit here and watch the smoke. Sakurajima.

"At that time, I was already the strongest swordsman in Japan. If it were in ancient times, I might have been a guest of daimyo long ago.

"But in modern times where there are cannons and machine guns, all martial arts are useless, let alone become a swordsman training for a big man. Even the army doesn't want me who can only wield a sword.

"Because I was so powerful that I hacked and killed dozens of enemies in the sky. The scale of modern warfare is different from before. The casualties of dozens of hundreds of people are not worth mentioning.

"During the Russo-Japanese War, there can be thousands of casualties in one day. Machine guns and artillery are much stronger than swords in this respect."

Kazuma wanted to interrupt, but after looking at the dying breath entry on the old man's head, he finally chose to listen honestly.

"Then right here, facing Sakurajima, I suddenly figured it out." Masaaki Ueizumi stopped suddenly and watched Sakurajima volcano fall into silence.

Kazuma waited for a while, then said: "Senior Shangquan?"

The old man recovered his senses and waved his hand: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered the scene at that time. In short, that day I suddenly decided to give up the true sword duel that I had always insisted on and join the All Swords Federation to promote Kendo as a fitness sport."

Kazuma gave an "Oh". In fact, he was very curious about how the old man had such a change of thinking, but he couldn't interrupt the old man's words.

"Since then, more than sixty years have passed. I bought this piece of land and built this small house. When I was fine, I would come back here to see the Sakurajima volcano.

"At the same time, I will wield a real sword here, so that I will not forget the skills that I have regarded as the most precious for the first 30 years of my life."

Kazuma looked around the dojo, and suddenly found that there was no knife holder in this dojo, and no swords on display.

"Um," he couldn't help asking, "I didn't see a sword in this dojo."

"It used to be there. Then I took my saber and went to the South Sea island to participate in the war. When I boarded the transport ship returning to Japan, I threw the sharpened knife into the sea.

"It should belong there."

Kazuma glanced at Haru, she was carrying the Shushi Haruyu that had been taken out from the knife room on her back, and in her arms she was holding the Bizen Ossune Masamune Kazumura Yu who was still in the knife room.

Kazuma asked itself, probably he was reluctant to throw the famous knife that fought alongside him into the sea.

I can't understand this behavior in my own realm.

Kamizumi watched Sakurajima fall into silence again, and if it weren't for the old man's piercing eyes, Kazuma would suspect that he had fallen asleep.

Just as Kazuma was about to speak, the old man sighed: "Looking back now, it was a good knife. Kanako! Get the knife!"

"Come here." The old lady Shangquan entered the dojo with two Japanese swords in her arms, walked in front of Shangquan Masagang, and put the two swords into the old man's hand, "You, can't you just rest well if you are like this? ?"

The old lady complained, then glanced at Kazuma.

Kazuma feels the old lady's eyes are saying: "You can accompany him."

So he nodded slightly.

The old lady turned and left.

Uequan Masao just handed one of the two knives to Kazuma.

Kazuma quickly took over and asked casually: "This knife is..."

"Knives made in modern factories, stainless steel blades."

Kazuma gave a "Oh".

"Why, do you think it's an ancient sword?"

Kazuma smiled awkwardly. He did think it was a valuable ancient knife just now, and he was looking forward to it.

Shangquan Zhenggang continued: "The knives produced by modern technology are actually better than most ancient knives. Many ancient knives can roll the blade after a few strokes. There is no stainless steel to be able to handle.

"It's just that the knives forged with modern machinery and craftsmanship do not contain the faith of the craftsman, so no particularly powerful famous knives will be born."

Kazuma heard this and suddenly had an idea, and said: "According to your statement, the strongest knife should be a knife hand-forged by modern craftsmen with modern craftsmanship, isn't it?"

Shangquan Zhenggang smiled and said: "Theoretically, it is true. However, the things I know of knifesmiths are no better than those produced by factories. I don't know if modern craftsmen are less rooted or something else. What's wrong."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tamamo who was sitting in the corner.

Is it because mystery is declining?

Thinking of Kazuma was interrupted by Shangquanzheng just getting up from the wheelchair.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, but was stopped by the old man: "Don't move! Take the knife and stand on the opposite side."

Kazuma hesitated for a moment, but still let go of the left hand holding the wheelchair handle, and the right hand holding the knife that Kamizumi Masaquit just handed him, and walked directly across from the old man.

When he reached the position, he turned to face the old man.

Shangquan Zhenggang didn't look like he was dying at all, standing there with full of momentum.

The old man lifted his leg and kicked the wheelchair behind him, then held the knife in his hand flat in front of him, slowly pulling out the blade.

The dazzling blade reflected the light of the setting sun outside the dojo.

Shangquan was just throwing away the scabbard, flipped his right hand, and pointed the blade straight at Kazuma.

"Draw your sword, let me see how good you are." He shouted sharply.

After the words fell, Kazuma heard a thunderous noise coming from behind, and when I looked back, I found a new plume of smoke from the top of the Sakurajima volcano in the distance.

What the hell?

There was a wind, and the strong wind poured into the dojo from the door, tearing the clothes of Kazuma.

Although reason tells Kazuma that this degree of eruption is impossible to create a gale across Kagoshima Bay, this wind is just a coincidence.

But Kazuma still feels that the wind carries the scorching heat of the crater.

Shangquan Zheng just raised the volume, and said like Hong Zhong: "Pull out the sword, Kiryuu Kazuma!"

Kazuma pursed his mouth, holding the hilt silently.

The knife was obviously carefully maintained, and it was pulled out of the scabbard with a gentle force.

He threw the scabbard to Honami, who was closest to him, held the handle with both hands, and assumed a mid-section posture.

"Let me explain first," Shangquan Zhenggang grinned, "Although this knife has no edge, it will be severely injured if it is hit."

Kazuma is speechless: "Then I can only try not to get hit."

Shangquan was just laughing, and then stepped forward——

Kazuma originally thought that the Juggernaut would blink in front of his eyes when he shot, just like those anime comics show.

Seeing that the Juggernaut was still following the laws of physics, he was even a little surprised.

But it's one thing to see clearly, it's another thing to be able to react.

Kazuma was able to block the knife from the front, and was almost hit by the knife.

At the moment when the blades collided, Shangquan directly picked up the Kazuma knife with one backhand and flew up at the same time.

With this set of flowing waters, Kazuma was directly kicked and staggered back several steps.

"Well, I am really old." Shang Quanzheng just sighed improperly, and it was another sword to keep up quickly.

Kazuma is unstable in the bottom plate, and this one is very reluctant.

However, he was anxious to gain wisdom and switched to holding a knife with one hand, and his free hand directly grabbed the old man's clothes.

Unexpectedly the next moment, the old man's hammer would come.

Kazuma was slammed into gold stars and ate another hastily.

"Every part of a real swordsman's body is a weapon," said Masagang Uequan loudly. "Only focusing on the sword is the benevolence and righteousness of competitive kendo."

Kazuma took advantage of the old man's preaching, regaining its posture and slowing down.

But he knew in his heart that just now the old man didn't preach and continued to attack, and he was in a different place.

So strong, Juggernaut.

Kazuma feels that the old man is not exerting his full strength now, after all, it is time to die, but playing himself is still the same as playing.

Is this the culmination of Japanese Kendo?

In other words, Uesugi Soichiro is better than this?

Thinking of the remnants of the old Japanese army, Kazuma is full of fighting spirit.

He said loudly, "Senior Shangquan, please continue to enlighten me!"

Shangquan just smiled: "Of course!"

He rushed to Kazuma again.

Almost at the same time, behind Kazuma came the muffled sound of the eruption of Sakurajima volcano.

The gust of wind hits from behind, echoing the blade's whistling from the front!

This time, Kazuma is still very reluctant to block.

"It's too slow!" Shangquan Zhenggang yelled and tried to put the Kazuma knife on the shelf again.

Kazuma kicks directly first.

Unexpectedly, the Juggernaut stepped back and avoided the foot of Kazuma. I don't know when the retracted knife cut across the leg of Kazuma.

Kazuma hurriedly fell backwards, a back-roll to avoid the knife.

Shangquan is just stepping up to keep up ~www.readwn.com~ but Kazuma rolls backwards, and after the flip, there is a stab forward.

This knife interrupted Shangquan Zhenggang's offensive and blocked it.

"Hmph, I don't know where you learned this trick, but it really reminds me of a lot of things." Shangquan Zhenggang said happily.

Yes, happy.

"Very good!" He took two steps back, reorganizing his posture, "You win this round!"

Kazuma couldn't help but smile.

He knew he didn't win at all, he just coped passively.

It has to be offensive.

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