A Panda's Martial Arts

It's a pity that in the voyeurism of Takeo Takeda, it was Teacher Tera Cabana who was in charge of the karate department who spoke first.

"Shimadzu-san, let me test your strength."

A former karate athlete named Tera Cabin Yingcai stepped forward.

"Come on, you can rest assured to work hard."

"Oh!"

thump—

The heavy force of the impact almost caused Sihuo teacher to fall on his back.

"The footsteps are very stable." This is the evaluation of the boxing club teacher.

"The power structure is very solid." This is the evaluation of the judo teacher.

"Has anyone taught you this before?"

Sweat broke out on the forehead of Teacher Sihuo who resisted the impact.

"It's just how to exercise..."

"Probably not."

Shingo Shimadzu was a little uncertain in his words.

He only started training with Senior Panda in the past few days, not to mention that Senior Panda is not considered a human being and cannot be counted in the answer.

"But once in a while I do a cast-iron kettlebell."

"Is it just for occasional practice..."

The three teachers fell silent again.

Takeo Takeda, who was wearing a helmet outside the door, also raised his heart in his throat.

Although he really didn't want Shingo Shimadzu to take over, but the genius performance of this fat man is going to be grabbed by three teachers——

As long as Shingo Shimadzu nods to join at this moment, no matter which club will regard this fat man as the one to sit on...

"Shimadzu-san, we can't teach you anything."

Contrary to Takeo Takeda's expectations, the three teachers all shook their heads.

"None of the things we teach are right for you."

"what!"

Takeo Takeda in the corner laughed on the spot.

That's right, he should have known this a long time ago. Sports clubs not only have their own chain of contempt, but also have a strict hierarchy. Like Shimadzu Shingo, who will attack senior seniors as soon as they come in, who would call this rude What about putting things in?

This fat man should...

"What we mean is that if you are asked to learn from us, it will only waste your talent."

Teacher Sihuo stood up, with fanaticism written all over his face.

"Boxing, karate, judo, these are just ordinary training. If you do, you will definitely have the hope of being on a bigger stage! Even the National Gymnasium!"

Clutching Shingo Shimadzu's arm with both hands, Terakaya-sensei seems to have grasped the power itself.

"How long has it been since we in Kagoshima had a grand sumo wrestler?"

Chapter 230 Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva

When Shingo Shimadzu left school, he was still in a daze.

Originally, in his imagination, all he had to do was to join any fighting club at will. After all, he knew all about himself, and the other party didn't even have to say whether they wanted to recruit him, a fat man.

However, the result is... a bit hard to describe.

He swears that he has never learned any fighting skills at all, and he can fight as the teachers tell him to fight——

No matter how the opponent fights, he will fight anyway. Even in terms of copying the movements, he has not copied well. Whether it is the right fist of karate, the throwing method of judo, or the fighting rhythm of boxing, he has not completed any of them. The way of fighting only by instinct is simply nonsense.

But those unscrupulous teenagers who used to bully him can't even handle this kind of nonsense.

The idea of ​​joining the fighting club fell through after all, but the three teachers pointed out another way for him-that is to practice grand sumo and become a wrestler.

Although not well-known abroad, at least in Japan, sumo wrestling is undoubtedly the top of the chain of contempt for fighting skills. Becoming a sumo wrestler is enough for anyone to shine on the lintel, but this luck is now It fell on Shingo Shimadzu.

Can he really shoulder such a lofty status?

Also, when facing those bad boys... Has he really become stronger?

Just relying on these few days of training?

Too many questions lingered in his mind, which made Shimadzu Shingo in a trance, consciously or unintentionally, he still walked near the bridge hole.

He needed to talk to Senior Panda, and it was difficult for him to find the answer on his own.

But when he approached the bridge hole, he saw a scene completely beyond his imagination.

"Wow!"

The excessive shock made Shimadzu Shingo cover his mouth, and he was so startled that he didn't even dare to take a breath.

Right in front of him, that senior panda he admired was actually beating Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

"Bang bang bang!"

The thick bear's paws slapped Jizo Bodhisattva's face one after another, knocking off a layer of stone powder—what frightened Shingo Shimadzu most was that the stone-carved Jizo Bodhisattva was still struggling and writhing!

"Buddha!"

Shingo Shimadzu turned his head and ran away in fright.

This is not something he should look at, he is not stupid enough to even pry into this kind of secret——

Whether it's the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who once taught him, or the senior panda who is teaching him, he can't afford to mess with any of them.Now that the two are fighting, what is he doing up there?

However, while running, Shimadzu Shingo felt an inexplicable confidence in his heart.

That's right, with the same training method, Senior Panda even dared to beat Bodhisattvas. Although he only practiced for a few days, what's wrong with beating a few bad boys?

So according to this idea, it is naturally no problem for him to practice grand sumo.

After all, practicing sumo is also a good thing for him.

"I'll go talk to Teacher Sihuo tomorrow."

Having figured it out, Shimadzu Shingo instantly felt a lot more relaxed. On the way home, his condition was better than ever.

And just as Shingo Shimadzu was returning home, the panda also stopped moving at the bridge hole in the distance.

"Is it strong enough this time? It's hard to find a stone that can't be broken by three slaps."

"Benefactor, you...wait for me to take this thing off."

Taking off the stone-carved jizo headgear, the civet cat disguised as a Buddha statue shook its head vigorously. The few slaps just now made its ears buzz, and it still has tinnitus.

"But the things are really good, much better than the little monk's own carvings. I didn't expect the benefactor to have such a skill."

"It's just a stone carving, it's not difficult."

It doesn't matter to the panda, he just pays for the stone headgear that he crushed, which is easy for his skill.

But compared to this layer of stone-carved camouflage, he was more curious why a civet cat would choose to pretend to be Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to deceive worship, instead of looking for food in the mountains.

"Where are there any mountains?"

Speaking of this topic, Tanuki who called himself Gonhei sighed.

"During the Heisei era, the monk's hometown was converted into a dam and a residential area, and we simply came to the human land to beg for a living... In addition, this is not a lie, the monk is a real monk, and he has his own vajra staff coming."

As he was talking, the civet cat simply took out a two-foot short staff and held it by his hand. On the top of the staff was written "Master Nanwu illuminates the Vajra, and two people are walking together".

This surprised the panda, he didn't even know where the civet cat got it.

Just like when he saw it for the first time, he didn't even recognize that it was a fake Jizo.

"how did you do it?"

Panda is quite curious about this move, he can vaguely see that it should be some kind of superb technique, but he can't see how to operate it.

"Can you teach me? I will repay you."

"This... forgive me, I can't do it."

Quan Bingwei shook his head with a wry smile.

"This kind of illusion is the secret technique of the raccoon cat clan. It really cannot be passed on to the outside world. Please benefactor understand."

"It's okay, I was just curious."

Panda scratched his head in embarrassment, it was indeed that he asked too much.

As the old saying goes, skills are not passed on to outsiders, the bottom of the sea is not exposed, a thousand taels of gold is not sold on the road, and old friends are given away on the streets.

This is not a self-preservation, but a lot of time relying on this hand to make a living——

Panda also understood this point better after he was promoted to a master division. After all, if he had figured out a craft that would allow him to settle down, he would not easily show it to others.

As for civet cats who are not strong at all, this kind of trick-like illusion can even save lives at critical times, so it is naturally impossible to tell the key to it to outsiders like pandas.

From the perspective of technological exchanges and progress, this is certainly not good, but in practice, pandas can understand why there are such rules.

"Then let's talk about it."

No longer thinking about the illusion, Panda sat down and opened the few boxes of skewers that he ordered just now.

"The reason why I asked you here should be clearer than you. I won't say much about the digression. I just want to ask one thing."

"Excuse me, the benefactor."

Putting down the Jizo head sculpture, the raccoon clasped his hands together.

"Even for the sake of this fate, I will try my best to answer."

"Well……"

Panda nodded.

"I just want to ask, what exactly is the Age of God you're talking about?"