I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 11: Winner

The previous life of Kiryu and Ma today was a hard life, and they worked hard for many years before they became "business representatives".

His classmates don't care whether they are in high school or university. They all say that programmers are the hardest, and they all think that the business representatives of foreign trade companies are fat poor.

However, the business representative is just a name, and is actually an errand.

There is not much difference between advanced errands and errands. Anyway, when you look up, you will find that life on the cloud is still so out of reach.

He Ma had always wanted to become a superior person, but after graduating from college, this idea has long been replaced by "living an ordinary life".

I accepted my fate, compromised, and let it pass. I thought that I just had to stick my head in the ground and be an ostrich, not to look directly at those above the clouds, and not to imagine being one of them, called "life" The monsters will let themselves go.

I didn't expect that life would catch up so fast, and threw the word "houlang" on Hema's face.

Listening to the "Qianlang" on the screen talking about the life of "Houlang" in his imagination, he and Ma looked at his life and felt that he was probably expelled from the ranks of young people.

Unhappy, very unhappy.

Hema doesn't feel inferior to others, he was just born late.

He has imagined more than once that if he was born in the era that had just been reformed, he would definitely seize the opportunity to soar into the sky and become a superior man.

Then he can become a member of the "Front Waves" and say to the "Back Waves" with a tone of relief: "I look at you with envy."

Now that he has really crossed paths with Ma, he has also obtained a plug-in, so he must develop and become a superior man.

Now, Kazuma suddenly felt that it was really stupid that he didn't sell the dojo because he was worried about Chiyoko's feelings before.

——Because Chiyoko is sensible and cute, she is confused and shaken, and my purity is not enough.

But it's not too late to find out.

Kazuma clenched the bamboo sword tightly, preparing to convey his decision to his sister through the bamboo sword.

"The dojo has been sold. In the future, if you make money, you can buy a better one to open a bigger one. Remembering something, it's enough to keep it in your heart.

"Chiyoko! You can't protect anything just by being stubborn and sentimental!" Kazuma shouted at Chiyoko, "Just show you my brother's determination! Let me take your It's childish and completely shattered!"

After the rhetoric was released, the wind poured in just right from the open side door of the dojo.

He Ma lets the bangs on his forehead dance wildly with the wind, and has no plans to tidy it up.

He stared at Chiyoko through his dancing hair.

He understands Chiyoko's feelings for the dojo and the extraordinary significance of the dojo to her.

But selling the dojo, and then flourishing, is equally meaningful to Hema.

Obviously he has already crossed over, and even got the plug-in. He doesn't want to copy his previous life in a mediocre way.

Ma and Ma didn't think about this principle before, and had a lot of concerns. Now that I figured it out, the whole person has a good idea.

Compared to Chiyoko's feelings, he wants to convince her with half-hearted consciousness, that's not a fool's dream.

Now is the time to show Chiyoko this realization.

He Ma now guesses that the martial arts of this world are probably different from his original world, and there is a high probability that this world can really achieve heart-to-heart with swords.

He is too lazy to look at his own state. It requires meditation. It is better to look at the state of others.

Even if this awareness fails to form a buff now, Kazuma is sure to defeat the fluctuating Chiyoko.

He stepped forward.

When the soles of his feet hit the floor of the dojo, he made a crisp sound, and the pressure of the wind spread to the surroundings.

For those who practice martial arts, the lower plate should be as steady as a jack.

"Chiyoko!"

Kazuma shouted and pulled out his sword.

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Chiyoko felt the shock.

When she was a child, her father once told her that there was will in sword skills.

She always thought it was the nonsense that Dad was talking about after drinking sake.

After so many years, Chiyoko has never felt the will of swordsmanship in a kendo duel.

The sword is a weapon, and kendo is a killing technique, and now it has become a competitive technique.

How can technology embody will?

No kidding!

However, at this moment, Chiyoko felt it.

The elder brother Kiryu and the horse were wrapped in an indescribable aura. He just stepped forward and did not make any other movements, which made Chiyoko feel a strong pressure.

——This sword will be very fierce!

The next moment, Kiryu and Ma rushed up, so fast that Chiyoko couldn't see it at all, but they blocked with muscle memory——

The tactile sensation of the bamboo knives hitting each other came together with the crisp collision sound.

Although she was overwhelmed in momentum, Chiyoko's response was not delayed.

She took a half step forward and wanted to use the method of closing the distance to resolve the subsequent attacks - the length of the bamboo knife is close to that of the knife, and it requires space to swing, not the closer the better.

However, Kazuma's sword has already hit Chiyoko's hand!

——Wait, when did he make his second sword?

The heart-piercing pain in her hand almost made Chiyoko let go of her hand—the sword falling off is a big no-no.

Kiryu and Ma have distanced themselves and resumed their confrontation.

The chilling aura still haunts him.

Chiyoko even had the illusion that the wind pouring in from the open sliding door was spinning around her brother.

She remembered a TV show she had watched before. On the show, Chinese Tai Chi masters practiced boxing in a monastery-like place (actually a Taoist temple). Like that.

I remember that at the end of the show, when the master finished his training, the fallen leaves fell to the ground, forming a pattern similar to Tai Chi on the ground.

Chiyoko always thought it was fake, just like the kendo master performing cutting leaves, it was fake.

But now, she's not so sure.

At this time, Kiryu and Ma said, "What's the matter, Chiyoko? What about the momentum just now? Your sword has become dull."

Chiyoko glanced at the bamboo sword in her hand and almost blurted out the rant.

He Ma attacked again, still as fast as before.

The bamboo knives collided and made a crisp sound.

It's an unpretentious blow from the previous paragraph.

Chiyoko's left hand holding the end of the knife almost came loose.

Chiyoko couldn't help but think of the show-style master she met at the last kendo national conference.

The guy is said to be the daughter of a police officer of the Osaka Prefectural Police. He has been learning the show-style from his father since he was a child. Show-style is an officially certified genre by the Metropolitan Police Department.

After the Meiji Restoration, the police system was mainly controlled by the vassals of the Satsuma domain, and the base of the present flow was in the Satsuma domain.

The power of Kiryu and Ma's blow has already caught up with the level of the show-style masters!

But Chiyoko knows that Kazuma's way of exerting force is not a show of flow.

The upper part of the show-style attack is slightly different from the general upper part and lower part, and those who are not practicing kendo can't see it.

Chiyoko distanced herself and regained her grip on the bamboo sword—although the blow just now didn’t let Chiyoko’s bamboo sword fly out of her hand, it also caused Chiyoko’s position to hold the sword to be misplaced~IndoMTL.com~ During the kendo fight, This misalignment can lead to distorted movements that require readjustment.

"Why not pursue?" Chiyoko asked.

"Because I don't want to beat you," Kiryu and Ma Lang replied, "I want you to understand my thoughts!"

"What are you talking about, the meaning is wow! (unclear)"

Chiyoko roared, and launched an attack in a self-sacrificing manner - she knew that if she continued to passively defend, she would definitely be defeated.

The sword was easily set aside, but Chiyoko had a feeling of "Ah, that's true" in her heart.

—— Obviously I should be stronger.

Kazuma's counterattack arrives as scheduled.

Chiyoko reluctantly withdraws the knife to deal with it

In the blink of an eye, Chiyoko's bamboo sword flew high and landed on the floor not far away, making a crisp sound.

In response to this sound, the sound of pattering rain sounded outside the dojo, and after a few seconds it turned into a downpour.

Chiyoko stood where she was, holding her sword, looking at her brother Kiryu and Ma.

Kazuma used the first leather on the head of the bamboo knife to gently stab her throat.

"You lose," he said. "I'm going to sell the dojo. If you have an opinion, beat me before the guys from Sumitomo Construction come. I'll accept your challenge all day tomorrow."

Chiyoko couldn't help but ask: "Why? There are many precious memories here for my brother!"

"Didn't I say it? It's enough to keep the memories in my heart. I won't be limited by the memories of the past. Chiyoko, we should embrace the present and look forward to the future."

Chiyoko stared at Kazuma for a long time, and then she sighed: "I lost. I agree to sell the dojo."