Awakening: 16-the style of that sword

After dinner, the three came to the lobby again.

These disciples who had no training, and the servants serving in the dojo were also thrown away by Shiraishi.

"Mr. Hirota, don't you really need to wear protective gear?" Shiraishi Junichi, who has already put on protective gear and kendo clothes, asked Masashi again.

"My reason is still the same as in the morning, not to despise the opponent, but just not used to it. Let's start quickly."

Bai Shichun didn't insist anymore. After performing a swordsman ceremony on him, he stood with a bamboo sword in his hands and stood with a serious expression. Zheng Zhi still looked casual and casual.

Liu Mei, sitting next to him, looked nervously at the two in the field, and was very excited. Eyes widened, for fear of missing any point.

Shiraishi found that Zhengzhi seemed to have changed. Although he was in a flawed position, he couldn't feel the existence of Zhengzhi.

This is a very strange feeling. I saw him standing there clearly, but I didn't feel the breath of people at all, as if there was only a projection in front of me.

Is he a ghost? Shiraishi thought unconsciously.

It's not the way to go on like this, "Drink!" Shiraishi rushed to Zhengzhi with a sigh.

Shiraishi Junichi's sword approached him slowly like a slow mirror in Zheng Zhi's eyes. He could clearly see all the subtle changes of his opponent. Whether it is changes in breathing, muscle contraction, pupil dilation ...

The martial arts practice is the spiritual sustenance of a long life for the righteous who has unlimited life. It is not so much a need as a pastime.

After thousands of years of continuous accumulation, even Zhengzhi himself does not know how strong he is.

Because there are no opponents. Over the years, no one has been able to make Zhengzhi use his true strengths.

The word bottleneck is meaningless to him. He never thought of where he could do it, but he didn't feel that he was his opponent and constantly surpassed himself. If you do n’t have enough time for a lifetime, then the second life will come again.

So, in a way, he and any competition are unfair. Unless the other is the same as him.

And in his realm, the practice in martial arts is more a spiritual breakthrough, and the physical requirements are not too high. The reason why Shiraishi Junichi just didn't feel his existence was because he integrated himself with the surrounding environment. In this state, he can grasp clearly whether it is the opponent or everything around him.

Zheng Shi moved when his sword was half a hand away from Zheng Shi.

Bai Shichun seemed to see a white light flash, and then he flew out, even the bamboo sword flew into the air.

For a while, not only Shiraishi couldn't believe it, Nagakawa's stay in the United States was horrified. She finally knew how she was knocked down for the first time.

It's too fast, and I can see that the bamboo sword seems to be there, and Shiraishi Jun hit it by himself.

Too scary, this swordsmanship has exceeded the limit that human beings can understand. Liu Mei fully understood the meaning of Grandpa's sentence, which is indeed impossible to surpass.

"Mr. Hirota, I gave up and convinced me." Shiraishi stood up and said respectfully.

"No comparison?"

"It is no longer necessary to continue. I am grateful to Mr. Hirota for letting me realize that the original Kendo can reach this state. I have not shaken in my life."

"Don't speak like an old man, you're only in your forties." Zheng Zhi smiled bitterly, and it seemed that he had shot too hard.

"Mr. Hirota's swordsmanship is so powerful, I can't imagine what Lei Yin's predecessor has reached." Shiraishi said with a guts.

"What else can happen, that old guy died 10 years ago."

"Why? Senior Lei Yin has died?"

"Did I not tell you?"

Shiraishi Junichi and Nagakawa Rumi shook their heads at the same time.

"Oh, sorry. I accidentally forgot."

The two have a feeling of fainting.

The next morning, after leaving at Shiraishi and Ryumi, Masashi returned to Tokyo.