I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

Kazuma raises his hand like a student to signal that he wants to speak.

　　 Shangquan just nodded.

　　 So Kazuma said: "I want to get the scabbard back."

　　 "Would you like to use Juhe? Yes." The old man said disapprovingly.

　　Kazuma reached out her hand backward, and Honami immediately passed the scabbard into his hand.

　　 After returning the sword into its sheath, Kazuma assumes the pose of Iaizhan-in fact, the black dragon starts with his hands almost like this.

The old man looked at the posture of Kazuma and commented: "It looks very standard, but you can't feel the power. The master of Iaizan will release a strong pressure and make the opponent nervous. You have a lot to learn. "

　　 Kazuma: "Then how can I release my power? Will the volcano cooperate with my eruption?"

Shangquan Zhenggang laughed and said, "It's just a coincidence. It's just like raining when you're feeling down. There are so many people who are feeling down. You will only remember the time when it rained, so when you remember I feel that it will always rain when it is low."

　　 Kazuma couldn't help but look back at the Sakurajima volcano, which was still emitting more smoke.

　　 "Don't care about the volcano, come on." Shangquan Zhenggang shouted, "Let me see your Iaizan!"

　　 After speaking, he launched an attack.

　　 Kazuma is also doing my part, and directly moves: go to the black dragon!

　　 The scabbard flew out directly, rushing to the chest of Shangquan Zhenggang with the force of thunder.

　　The characteristic of the black dragon trick is that if it is blocked, the scabbard will rotate, and then in all likelihood, those who block will be taught to behave by the spinning scabbard.

As soon as Shang Quanzheng saw the move in Kazuma, his eyes widened sharply. The next moment he chose to slide to the side to dodge. There was no intention of blocking at all. The scabbard that came whizzing rubbed against him. He flew over his chest and hit the painting on the wall, knocking down the entire painting.

　　 This reaction speed is not like the old man at the time of his death.

　　 While Kazuma sighed, the movement of his body did not slow down at all. He chased the scabbard shot out by the scabbard and slammed in front of Masago Ueizumi, swinging his knife to attack.

　　 The two knives collided in the air, making a crisp sound.

After 　　 blocked, Shangquan Zhenggang immediately cooperated with a step back to retract the knife, and then immediately cut out another knife.

　　The interval between the two knives is very short. If Kazuma can't hold back and let his knives press it up, I'm afraid I will be chopped off.

　　 blocked the second cut, Kazuma continued to move forward.

　　 At this time, the idea of ​​Kazuma is very simple. The old man is obviously better than himself in the distance control, and he is really not an opponent in mid-range hacking.

　　 Then press up and fight close to the body.

　　 The old man suddenly yelled, making Kazuma hesitate, and the next moment the old man's sword pierced the shoulder of Kazuma.

　　 Although the knife didn't cut the blade, it still hurts terribly to be stabbed.

　　 The offensive of Kazuma was suddenly interrupted due to severe pain.

"If it's a real sword with a sharp edge, or if I use a little harder, your shoulder will be a waste." Uequan said, "But the idea of ​​personal combat is good. This is learned from the kid who has no exodus. of?"

　　 Shangquan Masagang here obviously refers to Jin Ma Jianyi.

　　 Kazuma shook his head: "It's just a natural logical thinking. I'm definitely not as good as you in controlling the distance, so I can get closer and fight hand-to-hand."

　　 Shangquan just nodded, and then looked back at the hanging painting and scabbard that fell on the ground: "Where did you learn the scabbard-throwing trick just now?"

　　 Kazuma I thought was not learned, the system gave it.

　　Of course I can’t say that, so he said, "I realized it myself. After all, I suffered a lot from the Osaka incident before without long-range attack methods, so I wanted to get a trick that can attack from a long distance."

　　 Shangquan Zhenggang laughed: "I thought it myself, do you know who was the last person who came up with this trick?"

The trick of 　　 Black Dragon has theoretically been lost, and the last one is Sakamoto Ryoma.

　　 Later, the map that recorded this trick was burned by the fire.

　　 As for who originally thought of this trick, I don’t know about Kazuma.

　　 He is only a kendo practitioner, and he is not an expert in the history of kendo.

　　 However, he knew that there was someone who was not human.

　　 Kazuma glanced at Tamamo.

　　 Tamamono shrugged slightly.

　　 Kazuma answered truthfully: "I don't know."

　　 "Why did you look at the daughter of the Jingong Temple family?" Shangquan Zhenggang asked with interest.

　　 "Because the history of the Jinguji family is the longest among the people here, I think she might know it." Kazuma is directly edited.

Shangquan Zheng just raised his eyebrows, glanced at Yuzao and said, "Speaking of which, isn't the daughter of the Jingongji family saying that she is a witch of the gods? I remember there have always been rumors that their daughters will be 18 years old. To be a living sacrifice of God."

　　 "How come," Tamamo smiled, "How can society still have such barbaric customs? My sisters just follow the family traditions and focus on each other's husbands and children and don't show up outside. My Japanese dance is still taught by my sister."

　　 "Huh, modern society? It may be a modern society in Tokyo," Masaaki Ueizumi said with a disdainful expression. "But in those remote and closed places, there are hidden things that will surprise you."

Kazuma saw Izumi Masako’s face with a story-telling expression, and was about to ask in detail, but the old man turned the topic back to the original path: "This trick, it is said that Sakamoto Ryoma was originally from Beichen. It is no longer possible to find out who created it in the classics.

　　 "Of course, these are just rumors. After all, Sakamoto Ryoma didn't show off his sword skills much after he liked pistols. He was still busy with restoring things and was eventually assassinated at a young age.

"In addition, the swordsmanship books of Sakamoto Ryoma's family were all burned in the fire, so what is the truth is no longer testable. I don't know how similar the trick you used is similar to that of Sakamoto Ryoma back then. .

　　 "However, your thinking loop may be very similar to the hero of the reform."

　　 No, I just learned tricks by the system.

　　 But Kazuma still showed a happy look-in Japan it is said that it is very similar to Sakamoto Ryoma, but it is an honor.

　　 Izumi Kame just stared at Kazuma: "I heard that you were in Tokyo before, and you had a gun battle with the AK and Kazuma?"

　　 "Uh, yes." Kazuma scratched his head.

　　 "Sure enough, it looks like Sakamoto Ryoma." Masaichi Ueizumi smiled, "Do you think AK is much easier to use than swords?"

　　 That's true.

　　 "However, holding AK is illegal in Japan. In this sense, it is more convenient to use a sword."

　　 Uzumi Masagang: "But the sword, even if you use your trick to launch a ranged attack, you can only make one shot."

　　 Kazuma shrugged: "I can take a few more scabbards."

　　 Shangquan Zhenggang laughed loudly, then set up his sword: "The chatting time has been long enough, I have almost rested, and come again."

　　 Kazuma suddenly realized: You are resting! The old man is cunning and cunning!

　　 While thinking this in his heart, Kazuma said, "Well, it doesn't matter if you take a little more rest. Let's sit for a while."

　　 Shangquanzheng just shook his head: "Now that I sit down, I don't necessarily stand up anymore."

　　 The action and thinking of Kazuma paused at the same time, and when I saw Quanzheng Gang, I suddenly felt that the old man's figure brought a sense of sadness of heroic twilight.

　　 "How much you can learn from me depends on your good fortune." The old man said.

　　 Kazuma subconsciously wanted to say "Then you are showing off your stunts", but abruptly held back.

　　 But the old man seemed to see through the idea of ​​Kazuma and said: "Do you want to see my stunt? Then you can just let it go."

　　 Kazuma was overjoyed and nodded decisively: "Okay, it's better for the younger generation to respect their lives."

　　 Before the words fell, he rushed out, not forgetting to yell.

　　 Suddenly, he noticed a movement in Shangquan Zhenggang's mouth, and immediately tilted his head to avoid the saliva coming from him.

　　 What the hell!

　　 The old man has been killed like a whirlwind, slashing seven or eight times at a speed like a storm.

　　 Kazuma was shocked, because the old man even slashed, he counted the block actions of Kazuma and let the knife slide naturally to the starting point of the next slash.

　　 If Kazuma doesn't cooperate, if you interfere, the combo will be interrupted.

　　 However, this continuous cutting was too fast, Kazuma simply failed to catch the interference gap.

　　 Just when there was a disturbing idea in my mind, the old man’s knife was in place, and the next blow came. Kazuma can do nothing but accept the move.

　　 After blocking the seventh or eighth, the knife in the hand of Kazuma suddenly broke, half of the head flew up and directly inserted into the door beam of the dojo gate behind Kazuma.

　　 The old man’s knife crossed the defense of Kazuma directly from Broken Blade, and put it on the neck of Kazuma.

　　 But at the same time, Kazuma with eyesight and quick hands sent the broken blade forward, and it landed on Shangquan Zhenggang's stomach.

　　 Uzumi Masagang: "Even if a person is stabbed in the stomach, there is a chance that he will survive. But if his head is beheaded, he will never survive."

　　 Kazuma nodded: "You won."

　　 "Do you have a way to see my moves clearly?" Kamizumi asked, keeping the knife against the neck of Kazuma.

　　 As if Kazuma answered his dissatisfaction, he would cut Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "You borrowed my block action to get the knife in place quickly, and then used the speed of the attack to prevent me from interfering with your moves."

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　　 "What else?" The old man continued to ask.

　　 Kazuma recalled for a while, and suddenly found a point that he hadn't noticed before, and continued to answer: "You keep swapping your front and back hands during the attack, so you can quickly issue some slashes that are not easy to initiate."

　　 The handle of the Japanese sword is relatively long, and most people hold the Japanese sword with both hands one after the other, but the way of holding it was constantly changing during the process of slashing.

　　 This is actually quite dangerous. Novices can easily drop their swords when playing like this, but Shangquan has just played with swords for decades.

After listening to Kazuma, the old man Shangquan finally let go of the sword against the neck of Kazuma: "Yes. To be honest, I thought you could not all follow, but I didn’t expect to interrupt you in the end. The sword broke through the defense."

　　 "I think it's incredible enough to be able to interrupt a stainless steel knife." Kazuma replied with lingering fear.

　　 Ueizumi was able to cut off a stainless steel knife, so it would be easy to cut off his neck in Kiryuu Kazuma.

　　 The old man smiled and said, "What's the matter, it's much easier to cut than the track of a tank."

　　 Wait a minute, old man, you said before that you didn’t cut the tank track, but used explosives to cut it off!

　　 The old man turned his head and called his wife: "Kanako! Bring another knife here!"

　　 "Nothing!" The old lady's voice came from the corridor outside the dojo, "There are only two knives at home! Who told you to always return the knives given by others!"

　　 Shangquan Masagang refused to accept: "How come there are none? I clearly saw that there are four or five stainless steel knives in the house!"

　　 "Don't you cut it all off!"

　　 Kazuma was shocked, what happened? Is the main content of Juggernaut’s daily practice about cutting off a stainless steel knife?

　　 If it is an ancient Japanese sword, it will be cut when it is cut. This thing is easy to break. Stainless steel knives produced by modern technology are not so simple that they can be broken.

　　 At least Kazuma thinks it has no ability to cut.

　　 Shangquan Zhenggang looked disappointed: "It looks like we can only stop here today."

　　 Kazuma shook his head: "No, I brought the knife over, let me use my saber to see your stunt again!"

　　 "Even if I might interrupt your knife?" Uzumi Masagang asked.

　　 "My knife won't be cut off so easily." Kazuma responded with a smile.

　　 Then he heard a thin knife croak.

　　 Qingluo looked startled, staring at the knife room in her arms with an unbelievable expression: "What's the matter? Why is the knife shaking?"

　　 Shangquan Masagang laughed: "It seems that you have indeed found a good partner, boy! Come on!"

　　 Kazuma threw the broken blade in the hand directly to the side, and then reached out to Qingluo.

　　 Haru did not react, Mikako stepped forward, snatched Bizen Longfune's sword house with authentic characters from Haru's arms and threw it directly at Kazuma.

　　Kazuma caught the knife room, pulled the rope on the bag to untie the knot, then took the knife out of it, and then peeled off the rope wrapped around the scabbard like an apple.

　　 Then he drew the long knife.

　　 The sweet sound of knives filled the ears of Kazuma, and even made his tympanic membrane a little bit painful.

　　Shangquanzheng just showed an intoxicated expression: "What a sweet knife sound, it reminds me of the old man sunk on the island."

　　 After speaking, his old man showed an expression of thinking about things again.

　　 Kazuma is not easy to interrupt his memory, just wait.

　　 At this time, the sea breeze blowing from Kagoshima Bay has become colder and still has a moist atmosphere.

　　 Mikako glanced at the door: "This wind, is it going to rain?"

　　 "It should be a typhoon." Honami said, "During the previous charter flight, the air traffic control said that all flights to Kagoshima would be suspended if it was a little later."

　　 "Typhoon... eh, typhoon? Then you will suffer if you don't close the windows as soon as possible?" Mikako exclaimed.

In this era, even in Japan, aluminum alloy doors and windows are not popularized. A large number of wooden doors and windows are very fragile when a typhoon hits. In addition, the quality of a house built by one family is uneven, so it is necessary to use wooden boards to reinforce doors and windows before the typhoon hit Very common practice.

　　Many one-family houses even specially prepare the installation space for the cover plate on the doors and windows.

　　 At this time, Shangquan Masagang also recovered from his memories: "Is the typhoon coming?"

As soon as 　　's words fell, another gust of wind blew into the dojo, and the moist breath in the wind was stronger than before.

　　 "Well, as expected, a typhoon is coming. Kanako! Turn on the TV and watch the news!"

　　 "Huh? What are you doing?"

　　 "Typhoon, see if a typhoon is coming!"

　　 Kazuma heard the sound of a little old lady walking quickly outside the dojo, and then there was the noise of the TV.

　　 "Oh," Kanako Ueizumi exclaimed, "This is all red warning, old man, don't be a sword, and quickly seal the window...Hey, you rest! I'll seal it!"

　　 It seems that the old lady was half talking before remembering that the old man from the family was critically ill.

　　 Kazuma asked: "How many windows are there?"

　　 "Not much," Shangquan Zhenggang replied, "After all, it is a small house with eight windows on the front and rear, and two doors on the first floor. The second floor is a loft with only two windows."

　　 Kazuma calculated it, it should be done soon, and said to the old man: "Then I will learn your tricks again, and then I will help you close the windows."

　　 "It's up to you." Ueizumi just bowed slightly to Kazuma, then turned his head and shouted, "Kanako, let it go! Don't fall off. I'll let the young people do it later."

　　 "No, just seal a window, I can do it." The old lady's stubborn voice came from outside the house, and it seemed that she was ready to go out to work.

　　Mikako saw this and ran out from the door of the dojo to the courtyard: "Old woman, I will help you! I am the best at this kind of work! I have a stunt, I can knock nails into the wood with my bare hands!"

　　 Kazuma frowned slightly. It would be too much to say how to hammer a nail into the wood with bare hands, but when I thought that it was Mikazi, I felt acceptable.

　　 Qingliu also seemed to want to go out and help, but he was reluctant to see the opportunity of Sword Master Swordplay.

　　 Tamamo patted Qingliu's shoulder: "If you want to see it, stay and see it. Me and Mikako will help."

　　 Honami hurriedly said, "Then I too..."

　　 "Do you want to fight side by side with Kazuma in the future?" Tamamo pushed her back with a single sentence, "So stay here and take a good look."

　　 Honami hesitated, but nodded: "I understand, then I beg you."

　　 Kazuma looked at Tamamo and said, "When I see it once~www.readwn.com~, I will go out and help you."

　　 "You should stay with the old man honestly." Tamamo said, and walked away from the dojo in a leisurely pace.

　　 Kazuma retracted his gaze and looked at Uequan Masagang.

　　 The old man grinned and said: "They are all good girls. Just as good as my Kanako, you are not tender enough to let them down."

　　 Kazuma hesitated for a while, and whispered: "It's hard to live up to it?"

　　 "Don't you think that you can live up to them by marrying them?" The old man showed contempt, "arrogant, too arrogant."

　　 Kazuma frowned and asked sincerely: "Then what do you mean?"

　　 "Women, like men, have as many ways of self-realization as they need to be. So you try to achieve the outcome of choosing only one, but not letting others down. Regarding this, I actually don't have much to teach you."

　　 The old man set up his sword: "Kendo is still easier to teach, are you ready?"

　　 Kazuma took a deep breath and nodded: "I'm ready."

　　 Shangquan just yelled and attacked.

　　**

　　 At this moment, a taxi stopped at the foot of the mountain where Shangquan Zhenggang’s villa was located.

　　 Inaba Akira opened the door and got out of the car, looking up at the clouded sky.

　　 He sneered.

　　 At the same time, the speakers of the nearby district office are playing from the new world