I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

　　 Looking at the hundreds of Hirose domain samurai in front of him who wanted to take his life, Ogata recalled the days when he practiced swords at the Sakura Dojo.

　　 It was a carefree happy time.

　　 Just remembering, Ogata's face couldn't help but a smile appeared on his face.

　　 "Ogata Itase!"

　　 A burst of drink suddenly exploded.

The master of 　　's voice was Shichihara who was firmly guarding the inner side of Matsudaira at this time.

　　 "Put down your knife!"

　　 screamed loudly one after another, spreading out with Qihara's tall and sturdy body as the center of the circle.

　　 "Don't you think that you have taken a Sakihara Knockout certificate, you are unparalleled in the world!"

　　 "No matter how superb your swordsmanship is, can you be so superb that you can compete with hundreds of people at the same time?!"

　　 Nanahara's loud shout made Ogata's thoughts gradually extracted from his memories.

　　 Ogata raised his eyes and let his eyes slide over the faces of the hundreds of samurai in front of him.

　　 Looking at the hundreds of enemies in front of him, Ogata's face has no sadness or joy.

　　 Ogata slowly lifted the knife clasped in his right hand.

　　 The tip of the sword pointed directly at the hundreds of samurai in front of him to protect Matsudaira Genouchi and Nanahara.

　　 Ogata answered Nanahara with his actions.

　　 Looking at this movement of Ogata, Qihara only felt the blood all over her head pouring up, and her face turned crimson red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 "Ogata Itase!"

　　 Qihara, who flushed with anger, shouted again.

　　 "You rebellious person! As a minister of the Hirose clan and a samurai, you want to assassinate your lord!"

　　 "I kindly gave you a chance, but you still don't appreciate it!"

　　 "Do you still have the shame of being a samurai?!"

　　 Ogata quietly listened to Nanahara's bursting drink.

　　 then said in a calm tone:

　　 "I did not come here as a samurai today."

　　 "I am standing in front of you as a man today."

　　 After that, Ogata slowly raised his left hand, which was naturally down.

　　 rides on the side of the left waist.

　　噌!

　　 Then he pulled out the wakame from the sheath in one breath.

　　 The sword on Ogata's right hand, and the wakame on his left hand, reflected the cold light under the shining light of the sky.

　　 After pulling out the threats, Ogata slowly assumed the posture of "the second sword style without me".

　　 Looking at Ogata, who is holding two swords in his hands, Genai Matsudaira is full of curiosity, while Qihara's pupils shrunk slightly, and he took a breath.

　　 Nanahara saw it accurately—Ogata put on a kind of kick-off style of two swordsmanship.

　　 Although he doesn't recognize what kind of second-sword style this is.

　　 "Ogata Ishi!" Nanahara continued to yell, "You still use the second sword style?!"

　　 "When did you have the illusion that I can only use the swordsmanship of "Sakihara Ichigai"?"

　　 "I must take off the dog's head in Genai Matsudaira today."

　　 Ogata, who had been expressionless since just now, finally revealed a shadow of Ling Yu's murderous intent on his face.

　　 "Let me see who has the guts to stop me!"

　　 seemed to be shocked by the aura that Ogata exuded at this time, many of the hundreds of Hirose clan samurai who stood in front of Ogata involuntarily stepped back half a step or even several steps.

"Huh." Nanahara snorted coldly with his nose, "Stubborn! Can you double your strength with an extra knife?! Hirose's samurai! Destroy the corpse of this rebellious person. segment!"

　　 Following Nanahara's order, the hundreds of warriors of the Hirose clan roared, and while raising the sword in their hands, they slew towards Ogata.

　　 And Ogata also squeezed the long and short swords in both hands without fear, and slowly greeted the hundreds of enemies in front of him step by step...

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　　 4 months ago——

　　 The first year of Kuanzheng (1789 AD), May 3rd.

　　 Hirose Clan, Sakihara Dojo.

　　 "Ogata-senpai! Ogata-senpai!"

　　 Xu Yi heard someone calling himself.

　　 "Ogata-senpai! I'm playing a sword! What are you in a daze!"

　　 The volume of the male voice just abruptly increased, making Xu Yi feel that his eardrums started to ache.

　　 opened his eyes suddenly.

　　 The first thing that catches the eye is a young man standing in front of him, shaved his head, and holding a wooden sword.

　　 The person who just kept calling Xu Yi was this young man.

　　——Where is this......? Shouldn't I read in my study room?

　　 Xu Yi whispered like this in his heart, while turning his eyes to look around him.

　　 Japanese-style dojo, rows of wooden swords placed on the edge of the dojo, a crowd of people kneeling on the edge of the dojo looking at him with suspicious eyes, etc.

　　 and the young man standing in front of him holding a wooden sword.

　　 The man holding a wooden sword standing in front of Xu Yi frowned again and said in a displeased tone:

　　 "Ogata-senpai! What's wrong with you today? Why are you in a daze? If it is a duel of life and death, you are already dead!"

　　Mingming This young man speaks Japanese, but Xu Yi can understand what he is saying without any obstacles.

　　 Only then did Xu Yi realize that he was also holding a wooden sword in his hand.

　　 also wears a dark blue kimono.

　　——Ogata? Than sword?

　　——What kind of sword?

　　As soon as he thought of this, Xu Yi suddenly felt that there were a lot of familiar and somewhat strange memories in his mind.

　　His name is Ogata Itase, and he is 20 years old.

　　 An ordinary samurai in the Hirose clan, he was a treasury officer who could only receive a meager salary of 50 shi per year.

　　 In a kendo hall called "Sakahara Dojo", practice one-sword swordsmanship-"Sakahara one-sword style".

　　 After the daily work, or when I have free time, I will come to Sakura Dojo to practice swordsmanship.

　　 And he is now battling swords with his younger brother, Fumoshiro Makino.

　　 Learn from each other with the brothers-this is one of the daily compulsory homework in Sakura Dojo.

　　 While Xu Yi was still slowly digesting these memories that suddenly popped into his mind, an old voice suddenly sounded on one side of the dojo:

　　 "Ogata, cheer up."

　　 Xu Yi followed the prestige.

　　The speaker is an old man with all gray eyebrows, beard, and hair.

　　 This old man is the master of Sakahara Dojo and Xu Yi's master-Hanbei Sakahara.

　　 After Xu Yi's gaze turned to him, Sakurahara said in a majestic voice:

　　 "It's really not like you to be distracted when playing with swords."

　　 "Master, I'm sorry..."

　　 Xu Yi can guarantee that he has never studied Japanese.

　　 But as if he was born with him, he was fluent in Japanese and kept jumping out.

　　 Xu Yi slowly raised the wooden sword in his right hand, and then held the hilt with both hands.

　　 The point of the sword pointed directly at the middle of the eyebrows of the junior Makino in front of him.

　　 Holding the hilt of the sword, the familiar feel continuously emerged from the palm of his hand.

　　 Seeing that Xu Yi was no longer distracted, Makino also shook the sword again, tensing all the nerves in his body to the extreme.

　　The two stood facing each other for a short while--

　　 Makino took the lead in launching the first strike.

　　 Muye turned the direction of the wooden sword in his hand and stabled straight towards Xu Yi.

　　 Obviously it was the first time to hold a sword and compare it to others, but Xu Yi felt that-he knew how to hold a sword and how to compete with others.

　　 The body is like a conditioned reflex, flexibly avoiding the sword stabbed by Makino.

　　 then made a horizontal split and swept towards Muye's chest.

　　 When the wooden sword was about to hit Muye's chest, Xu Yi regained his strength in time, but it only hurt Muye, not Muye.

"Well……"

　　 Makino let out a dull cry, then fell to the ground.

【Ding! Defeat the enemy with Sakihara Ichisaku Style·Dragon Tail]

　　 [Get 20 points of personal experience, 20 points of experience for swordsmanship "Sakihara Ichigan"]

　　 [Current personal level: LV7 (570/600)]

　　【Sakihara One Sword Level: 3 levels (420/500)】

　　 A strange voice rang in Xu Yi's mind~www.ltnovel.com~What is this?

　　 The inexplicable voice that sounded in his mind made Xu Yi, who had been confused about the current situation, even more chaotic.

　　 "This dragon tail makes beautiful, Ogata."

　　 Sakihara, who had been sitting on the edge of the dojo just now, exclaimed in praise.

　　 "It's just--Are you not feeling well today? Why do you keep being in a daze?"

　　 "No...the body is not uncomfortable..."

　　 Xu Yi rubbed his face.

　　 "Master, I'm sorry...Can I go and wash my face first? Maybe I didn't sleep well last night, but now I seem to be a little sleepy..."

　　 Xu Yi lied casually.

　　 and Sakihara said very readily:

　　 "Go and come back soon."

"Yes."

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　　 walked out of the Sakurahara Dojo in a familiar way, and came to a stream on the edge of the dojo.

　　 Xu Yi picked up some stream and rubbed his face vigorously.

　　 Through the clear water, Xu Yi looked at her now.

　　 There is no shaved head on her head, her hair is combed, and her hair is not in a bun.

　　 The facial features can be regarded as attractive, but they are both unfamiliar and familiar.

　　 There is a sense of confusion that is my own face, but not my own face.

　　 "I actually... came to Japan in the Edo period..."

　　 Xu Yi whispered while touching his face.

　　 "He also became a samurai of the Hirose clan named Ogata Isse..."

　　 "Ogata Itase..."

　　 Xu Yi kept muttering his new name.

　　 "It looks like it will take some time to get acquainted with this new name..."