Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

In the silence where a needle could be heard, Professor Xixiang was the first to make a sound to break the atmosphere.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the mahogany naginata that was almost a hair's breadth away from the bridge of his nose, moved it away from his face, and smiled gratifiedly at Xixiang Ren in front of him.

"You've improved again, Jin."

"It's just that my father was careless. My real level is far behind my father."

The coldness on his face melted quickly, and Xixiang Ren, whose face was so cold and hard the last second, as if he was about to smash Professor Xixiang's skull, smiled.

"What is modesty? In the field of naginata, your attainments have already surpassed mine. You are right, justice!"

At the same time, they put down the wooden naginata in their hands, and Xixiang and his son turned their heads together to look at Zheng Yi who had just taken off his slippers and entered the dojo.

"That's true. Brother Ren is the best. Maybe his unarmed field is not as good as Uncle's, but the naginata alone is already popular with everyone."

"Look, I'm not talking nonsense."

"Even so, this is not an improvement that I can get by practicing alone."

Xixiang Ren looked at Zheng Yi: "I have benefited a lot from the discussion with justice in recent days."

This is not empty talk.

Both Xixiang and his son have the habit of morning exercises. These days, except for the period of special training for me, Zheng Yi has been happily participating in the morning exercises of Xixiang and his son.

"That's true."

Professor Xixiang nodded approvingly, walked aside, picked up a dry towel and wiped the naginata in his hand, and looked at Zheng Yi and Ren who were at a confrontation distance after he got out of the way.

It's always the same way, the two who arrive first, the two who go through the trick first, and the loser is replaced, this is the habit of the Xixiang family's morning exercise - of course, it is a new habit that Zheng Yi developed after moving in.

After all, there were only father and son, and no one could take turns.

"Need a warm up, Justice?"

"Warm up before coming, uncle."

As he said that, Zheng Yi suddenly stopped Ren who was about to put the naginata on the other shelf.

"Brother Ren, change the project today."

He swam his eyes left and right among the wooden weapons that lined most of the wall, and then pulled out one of them with one hand.

It was a wooden sword with a very ordinary shape.

Seeing this scene, Jin didn't react yet, but Professor Xixiang hurriedly put away the naginata in his hand with some novelty.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen justice's swordsmanship yet, but justice, do you want to fight with Ren's naginata?"

Short soldiers against long soldiers, one-on-one.

Anyone with experience understands how difficult it is.

However, both Zheng Yi and Ren took this choice as a matter of course.

"Well, just use this."

Zheng Yi smiled and nodded at Professor Xixiang, holding a wooden knife, he came to the position three rooms away from Xixiangren.

This is a distance that has an absolute initial advantage for naginata.

"Justice seems to be in high spirits today?"

"On the contrary."

Facing Ren's question, Zheng Yi suddenly shook his head lightly, instead of the gentle and warm smile he used to have on his face, but a sneer as if he was worried about something.

"I'm actually a little confused."

"..."

Ren remained silent.

He just tilted the tip of the naginata again, and posed the middle frame to Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi, who didn't get a response, didn't seem surprised. He straightened his waist, his center of gravity sank slightly, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, and facing Ren with a straight face.

Professor Xixiang looked at the two people in the field.

He really couldn't figure out what was wrong with the conversation just now, but there was one thing he noticed was wrong.

The two opened their posture straight away.

Generally speaking, ritual, as one of the important parts of Jigu, needs to be taken seriously and implemented from the beginning to the end, but Zheng Yi and Ren skipped the initial ritual in a tacit way with each other.

With just a few words, they each stood in their own positions, restraining all their emotions, leaving only a frozen face to respond to the opponent's gaze.

This scene is not so much in Jigu...

Rather, it is more like a duel that is about to bet on life and death.

——The moment this idea came to mind, Professor Xixiang instinctively threw it out.

How could two people who had no grievances or enmities, and even had a good relationship, turn an ordinary morning exercise into a dangerous fight to the death?

In the view of Professor Xixiang, this is nonsense.

[People in my own family, it doesn't matter if you don't go to those cumbersome things. 】

Professor Xixiang, who was thinking like this, tightened his body muscles unconsciously, from the initial high spirits to an unexplainable nervousness.

He stared at the two people in the field, as if afraid of missing a certain moment...

It's as if a certain moment is missed, and a certain side will die.

Eyes meet.

The two people in the field saw the light in each other's eyes at the same time.

The rolling clouds gave way, and the morning light came in along the windows of the dojo, hugging the two confronting people in their arms.

It was at this moment that Zheng Yi moved.

PS:

first change

I have something to do at noon, come back in the afternoon for the second update

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Zheng Yi's footsteps immediately aroused Ren's vigilance.

In the duel between short soldiers and long soldiers, the basis of victory or defeat often lies in the distance between the two sides.

One room away, the soldiers have no worries.

Within a room, it can be said that the two sides are standing on the same starting line.

And the distance between the two of them at first gave Ren enough time to adjust his posture and observe the trend, and finally blocked Zheng Yi from one room away.

——It should be so.

The left and right width of the dojo is neither too big nor too small. If Zheng Yi chooses to take a detour, he can have a chance to use it, but Zheng Yi chooses the most reckless approach.

It is neither trying to find a loophole in a detour, nor is it a sudden rush of competition and reaction.

Zheng Yi seemed to be pacing calmly on the beach under the setting sun, maintaining a straight-faced posture, and approached Ren without a hurry to get closer.

That was a completely different behavior from the regular tentative step. If you want to describe it, it's like someone opened their eyes wide and walked forward towards the point of the knife pointing directly at the eyes.

From the perspective of Professor Xixiang, this is the case.

If it weren't for Zheng Yi's eyes to always fall on Ren's body, others would see that Zheng Yi is no different from taking a walk at this moment.

However, facing Zheng Yi approaching with such a relaxed posture, Ren did not show any wavering in his expression.

Rather, Xixiang Ren's body showed a more tense state.

It seems that the flesh and blood will be pulled out of the bones in the next second, and dissolved into power and poured into the naginata to kill the opponent.

He stared at Zheng Yi, but he didn't choose to go up to him. He just hung his shoulders, maintaining a rigorous middle section, and his fingertips were slightly blue against the long handle.

In the blink of an eye, one room has passed.

With that poised attitude, Zheng Yi stepped firmly into the two rooms.

At the moment when his feet stepped within two distances, Ren suddenly stepped forward, with his hands pressed against the wooden sliding handle, the slender but hard naginata was like a poisonous snake startled by an uninvited guest, and spit out towards Zheng Yi's sword-holding hands. Fangs!

This is a kind of persecution. If Zheng Yi lets go of his hands, the lower abdomen will not escape.

Even if it wasn't a creation of steel, if such a powerful attack was done well, it would still be powerful enough to cause huge damage to a person's bones and internal organs.

And if you don't dodge, facing the stabbing of a long weapon like the naginata, it is difficult for ordinary blocking techniques to produce results. Coupled with the tricky angle of the stabbing, Zheng Yi has fewer options.

The safest way is to dodge.

But once Zheng Yi chooses to dodge, he will easily fall into a passive situation. The speed of retracting and moving the long weapon is definitely faster than charging in the general sense after dodging.

"when."

There was no fancy response, Zheng Yi seemed to have expected this blow long ago, and under the circulation of Zheng Yi's waist, leg, shoulder and back muscles, the wooden dagger in front of him cut out the force with the shortest distance and sank to the ground. An incredible blow!

And the point where this sword fell was not elsewhere, but the back of the wooden naginata!

The thick wood collided with each other, and the naginata that had been driving straight for a long time suddenly fell downwards, and smashed to the wooden floor below along with the force of the wooden dagger.

【Wonderful! 】

Professor Xixiang only had time to recall this heartfelt admiration in his mind.

After opening the attack and continuing to press from the front, it sounds simple, but it is not an easy task to catch a naginata that has been stabbed by the user with all its strength.

However, Zheng Yi did not choose to take advantage of the victory to pursue Ren's flaws exposed because of the naginata being knocked down.

He still maintained the stance of slowly moving forward, letting the opportunity to determine the winner slip away from his hands, and letting Ren, who had regained his stance, turn around and take a step back, opening up the distance between the two again.

It's like treating the clear water flowing from the palm of your hand, without any emotional waves.

"..."

Jin didn't speak, and for the reality that he was almost let go, he just quietly turned the naginata, tilted the end, and laid out the structure of the lower end.

His face was rosy from excitement or nervousness, and the corners of his eyes, which always looked warm, evoked slightly sharp arcs.