Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

In an instant, the atmosphere in the sword dojo changed.

It seems that something invisible has gathered.

Momentum - full of oppressive momentum!

The next moment, Chen Mo suddenly moved.

"Ugh-"

He didn't make any harsh gestures to boost his momentum, nor did he make any unnecessary movements. He just stepped forward and drew his sword. The blunt birch blade cut through the air suddenly, making a scream like a stick being swung.

But for the students in the sword dojo, they didn't see so much. In their eyes, how Chen Mo swung his sword - they didn't see it at all. They only heard the scream of the wooden sword when he swung it. At the same time, I felt the air around my body vibrating slightly, and then I saw Chen Mo appearing in front of the boy, with the tip of the wooden sword in his hand pointing directly at his neck.

"Gu..."

Among the crowd, Kiritani Kazuto swallowed unconsciously.

He has confronted Chen Mo hundreds of times in SAO, but the game is still a game, no matter how realistic it is, there is still a gap between it and the real reality.

Seeing Chen Mo's real sword swing at this moment, he couldn't even bring up the slightest thought of winning in his heart. The sword just now, regardless of speed and strength, was just the spirit that was condensed in the moment when the sword was drawn. Qishen, the kind of aura caused by this, as if the air had been frozen, has already left Tong Gu Kazuto far behind.

What frightened him the most was not Chen Mo's aura when he swung the sword, but the eyes he showed when he swung the sword, cold, sharp, and without emotional fluctuations. On the battlefield full of corpses, he smelled a strong and pungent bloody smell, and it was the look in Chen Mo's eyes that made him understand one thing - this is by no means a sword skill evolved for performance, but a real sword skill. Killing skills!

The look in Chen Mo's eyes at the moment when he drew his sword was constantly replaying in his mind, and Tong Gu Kazuto only felt a coldness in his heart.

However, it's really strong... It's almost like a monster.

"Swinging a sword may sound simple..."

Returning to the middle of the sword dojo, Chen Mo turned his wrist lightly, the heavy wooden sword seemed as light as nothing in his hand, shaking out several sword flowers like a butterfly wearing flowers. (ps1)

"But the real sword swing is actually a very complicated matter. The amount of force, the angle of the sword swing, the way the sword is released, the pace and posture, the movement of the center of gravity, and the way of exerting force are all knowledge. The wrong way to swing the sword will not only cause It greatly reduces the power of the sword you swing, and it is easy to expose flaws, and even strain your wrist tendons."

Speaking of which, Chen Mo paused, put the wooden sword in his hand back into his belt, and then glanced at the boy who hadn't recovered from his previous sword strike: "Who else thinks that swinging a sword is very simple now?" thing?"

After waiting for a while, no one dared to say anything, Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction, clapped his hands and said: "Very well, it seems that everyone has no objection to my arrangement for this class, then go pick a bamboo sword next... ...I'll give you three minutes, those who move slowly will be punished."

Chen Mo's punishment...

Hearing his words, the students in the kendo field ran to the surrounding sword stands, scrambling one after another, for fear that their movements would be slow.

In recent weeks, these students have seen a lot about what Chen Mo's punishments are. Ordinary physical education teachers' punishments may be like running and doing push-ups, but he is different. His punishments are without exception, full of intense Strong bad taste style.

And I don't know if it was influenced by Chen Mo, other physical education teachers in the returnee school also tended to develop in this direction.

Three minutes later, the students lined up in front of Chen Mo with bamboo swords in their hands.

"Very good. Everyone is very punctual. The teacher likes punctual children the most."

Seeing that a few weeks ago, they were a group of idle and disobedient little devils, and they were trained to be so obedient by themselves in less than a month, Chen Mo grinned, "Then the teacher will definitely teach you well in this class. Yours……"

Teach well?

Hearing Chen Mo's words, all the students present felt their hearts skip a beat.

"Okay, everyone, pay attention, I will slow down and do it for you again."

Before the hearts of these students stopped, Chen Mo put his hand on the hilt of the sword again, and while explaining to them the essentials of drawing and swinging the sword, he slowly pulled out the wooden sword.

It should be said that although Chen Mo came to this returnee school purely to dawdle, but he is a person who just can't be idle, so he usually takes care of teaching students in class, even those who are considered by the students to be extremely vulgar The way of punishment was also something he figured out after thinking about it for a long time.

Since he wants to teach, he should teach well, and teaching students is not unhelpful to his task. He has a good grasp of this student's personality and habits, what that student's usual mantra is, and what he likes to do most. Clearly.

But after such a long time, Chen Mo often feels confused.People have feelings. Looking at the eye-catching false god mark on the personal panel of the career inheritance system, Chen Mo suddenly realized that gods also have emotions, no different from people.

He is now in contact with these students every day. As he gets to know them better, Chen Mo feels more and more guilty, but in order for the girl lying on the hospital bed to wake up again, he has to bear the burden. Move on with this guilt.

It is precisely because he feels that he owes these students that he is extra serious when teaching. In a sense, he is teaching students how to use a sword now, just to make himself feel better—if the teaching conditions If allowed, Chen Mo even wanted to teach them how to use guns.

The core of the Augma project is to capture the memories of these students during SAO. For a person, the preciousness of memory is self-evident, but for Chen Mo, his most precious thing is his professional inheritance. Only when he holds the sword and picks up the gun can he get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind.

A physical education class, 60 minutes, out of the ten minutes wasted at the beginning, there were more than forty minutes left, Chen Mo corrected all the students' sword swing postures one by one, although they still looked a little crooked, but at least there was something interesting up.

Calling the students to put the bamboo swords back into the sword holder, Chen Mo announced that he was going to turn around and leave after class was over.

"That... Teacher Chen Mo, please wait a moment!"

"Ok?"

Hearing someone calling himself behind him, Chen Mo turned his head and saw that it was Tong Gu Kazuto who spoke.

"It's Kirito, what can I do for you?"

When Chen Mo called out the name in SAO, Kiritani Kazuto looked a little embarrassed, and because the get out of class was over now, the other students also laughed.

After all, they are also players who survived SAO, and the name of Kirito, the swordsman in black, has long been familiar.

"Teacher Chen Mo, don't make fun of me... How dare I call myself a swordsman in front of you..." Embarrassed, he raised his hand and scratched his cheek. Tong Gu Kazuto thought he could rely on his level when he was in class. After all, swinging a sword shouldn't make mistakes, but just as he thought about it, Chen Mo came over and took out his wooden sword and slapped him on his calf.

"Take your legs back, don't tense your muscles too tight, you're not a runner, why are you so tense?"

Thinking of what Chen Mo taught him, Tong Guheren blushed slightly, but he continued: "Actually... recently there was a national kendo competition, which was divided into middle school student group, college student group, and adult group, so ..."

"So you want to ask me, are you interested in participating in this kendo competition?"

Looking at Tong Gu Kazuto funny, Chen Mo shook his head and said: "Tirto... We have known each other for not a day or two, don't you know what my sword skills are like? That is not something that can be competed in the competition arena at all. What was taken out."

Moreover, the core of Japanese kendo does not lie in actual combat skills, but a sincere heart of kendo. Only masters who truly love kendo and are loyal to kendo are eligible to win the final victory in the kendo competition. Otherwise, even if they win the game, they will defeat all A person is just a qualified swordsman, not a master of swordsmanship.