I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 102: The storm is coming

He Ma raises his hand like a student to signal that he wants to speak.

Kamizumi just nodded.

So he said to the horse, "I want to get the scabbard back."

"Want to use Iai? Yes." The old man said indifferently.

Kazuma reached back, and Honami immediately passed the scabbard into his hand.

After returning the knife to its sheath, Kazuma took the stance of slashing together—actually, the Black Dragon started the same way.

The old man looked at Hema's posture and commented: "It looks very standard, but you can't feel the power. The master of Iai Slash will release a strong pressure and make the opponent nervous. You still have a lot to learn. "

Kazuma: "So how can I unleash the power? Will the volcano cooperate with me to erupt?"

Shangquan Zhenggang laughed: "That's just a coincidence. It's like when it rains when you're in a low mood. There are so many times when people are in a low mood. You will only remember this time when it happened to rain, so the memory When you get up, you feel like it always rains when you're down."

Kazuma couldn't help but look back at Sakurajima volcano, which was still emitting more smoke.

"Don't worry about the volcano, come on." Shangquan Zhenggang shouted, "Let me see your Iai Zhan!"

After speaking, he launched an attack.

He Ma also did his part and made a direct move: Go, Black Dragon!

The scabbard flew straight out, rushing towards the chest of Zhenggang Shangquan with a thunderous force.

The characteristic of the black dragon's move is that if it is blocked, the scabbard will rotate, and then the blocker will most likely be taught to behave by the spinning scabbard.

Shangquan just saw Hema's move, his eyes widened, and the next moment he chose to slide to the side to dodge, without any intention of blocking, the whistling scabbard rubbed his The chest flew over and hit the painting on the wall, knocking the whole painting down.

This reaction speed is not at all like the dying old man.

At the same time as Ma sighed, his body movements did not slow down in the slightest. He chased the blazing scabbard and killed him in front of Kaizumi Zhenggang, swinging his sword to attack.

The two knives collided in the air, making a crisp sound.

After the block, Shangquan Zhenggang immediately cooperated with the step back to withdraw the knife, and then immediately slashed again.

The interval between the two knives is very short. If Kazuma can't hold back his strength and let his knives follow him, he is afraid that he will be cut in the hand.

Block the second knife, and continue to walk forward with the horse.

At this time, Kazuma's idea was very simple. The old man was obviously better at controlling distance than himself. If he really played mid-distance, he would not be an opponent.

Then press up and fight meleely.

The old man suddenly shouted, causing Hema to hesitate for a moment. The next moment, the old man's sword pierced Hema's shoulder.

Although the knife has no edge, it still hurts terribly to be stabbed like this.

Kazuma's offensive was suddenly interrupted by severe pain.

"If it's a real sword with a sharp edge, or if I use a little more force, your shoulders will take a toll." Kamizumi Zhenggang said, "But the idea of ​​hand-to-hand combat is a good idea. This is the kid who never left. Where did you learn it?"

Kamizumi is clearly referring to Kenichi Kinma here.

He Ma shook his head: "It's just a very natural logical thinking. I'm definitely not as good as you in terms of distance control, so it's better to close the distance and fight hand to hand."

Kamizumi just nodded, then looked back at the hanging picture and the scabbard that had fallen on the ground: "Where did you learn the trick of throwing the scabbard just now?"

He Ma Xinxiang didn't learn it, it was given by the system.

Of course I can't say that, so he said, "I figured it out myself. After all, I suffered a lot from the Osaka incident before without a long-range attack, so I wanted to find a way to attack from a distance." /

Shangquan Zheng just laughed: "I thought of it myself, do you know who was the last person who came up with this kind of trick?"

The trick of the black dragon has been lost in theory, and the last generation is Sakamoto Ryoma.

Later, the map that recorded this move was also burned by fire.

As for who came up with this trick in the first place, Kazuma doesn't know.

He is only a kendo practitioner, not an expert on the history of kendo.

However, he does know that someone who is not a person may know.

Kazuma glanced at Tamamo.

Tamamo shrugged slightly.

He Ma answered truthfully: "I don't know."

"Why do you look at the daughter of the Gongji family?" Shangquan Zhenggang asked with little interest.

"Because the Jinguji family has the longest history among the people here, I think she might know about it." Kazuma is directly editing.

Shangquan Zheng just raised his eyebrows, glanced at Yuzao and said, "Speaking of which, isn't the daughter of the Jinguji family a witch of a god? I remember there have always been rumors that their daughter has reached ten At the age of eight, he will become a living sacrifice to God."

"How could that be," Yuzao laughed, "how can there still be such a barbaric custom in today's society, my sisters just follow the family tradition, concentrate on their husbands and children, and don't show their faces outside. My Japanese dance is taught by my sister. .”

"Huh, modern society, maybe it is indeed modern society in Tokyo," said Kamizumi Masaru with a disdainful expression, "but in those remote and closed places, there are things that will surprise you."

Kazuma saw Izumi Zhenggang's expression with a story on his face, and was about to ask in detail, but the old man turned the topic back to the original way: "This trick, it is said that Sakamoto Ryoma was originally a swordsman from Beichen. It is no longer possible to find out who created it.

"Of course, these are just rumors. After all, after Sakamoto Ryoma liked pistols, he didn't show much of his swordsmanship. He was still busy with reforming things and was eventually assassinated at a young age.

"In addition, the swordsmanship books of Sakamoto Ryoma's family were all burned down in the fire, so it is impossible to test the truth. I don't know if this trick you used is similar to that of Sakamoto Ryoma back then. somewhat similar.

"However, your thinking circuit may be very similar to that reform hero."

No, no, I just learned tricks from the system.

But Kazuma still looks happy - it's an honor to be said to be similar to Sakamoto Ryoma in Japan.

Kamizumi was just staring at Kazuma: "I heard that you were in Tokyo before, holding an AK and having a gun battle with the Korean pole?"

"Uh, yes." Kazuma scratched his head.

"Sure enough, it's very similar to Sakamoto Ryoma." Kamiizumi Zhenggang laughed, "Do you think AK is much more useful than sword?"

That's true.

"However, holding AK is illegal in Japan. In this sense, a sword is more convenient."

Kamizumi Zhenggang: "But the sword, even if you use this trick of yours to launch a long-range attack, you can only hit one shot."

Kazuma shrugged: "I can carry a few more scabbards."

Shangquan was just laughing, and after laughing, he raised his sword: "The chatting time has been long enough, and I have almost rested. Come again."

Kazuma suddenly realized: You are resting! The old man is cunning and cunning!

While thinking this way, I said to Ma, "Well, it's okay to rest a little longer, just sit for a while."

Shangquan just shook his head: "Now that I sit down, I won't necessarily stand up."

He Ma paused for a moment at the same time as he was moving and thinking, and when he saw Izumi Zhenggang, he suddenly felt that the old man's figure had a sense of sadness like a hero's twilight.

"How much you can learn from me depends on your fortune." The old man said.

He Ma subconsciously wanted to say "Then you're showing off your stunts", but he held back abruptly.

The old man seemed to see through Kazuma's thoughts and said, "If you want to see my stunt, then let go and attack."

He Ma was overjoyed and nodded decisively: "Okay, then the younger generation is more respectful than obedient."

He rushed out before he finished speaking, not forgetting to give a shout.

Suddenly, he noticed that Shangquan Zhenggang had a movement in his mouth, and immediately tilted his head to avoid the saliva sprayed over.

What the hell!

The old man had already been killed like a whirlwind, slashing seven or eight times at a tempest-like speed.

He and Ma were both startled, because the old man's slashing was taking into account the action of parrying with Ma, so that the knife would naturally slide to the starting point of the next slash.

If you don't cooperate with the horse, if you interfere, the combo will be interrupted.

However, this chop was too fast, and Kazuma couldn't catch the interruption.

As soon as there was a disturbing thought in my mind, the old man's knife was in place, and the next blow came, and Ma and Ma couldn't do anything except make a move.

I don't remember whether it was the seventh or eighth shot, the knife in Kazuma's hand suddenly broke, and half of its head flew up, directly inserting it into the beam of the gate of the dojo behind Kazuma.

The old man's knife went directly over the defense of Kazuma from the broken blade, and was placed on Kazuma's neck.

But at the same time, quick-eyed and fast-handed, and the horse sent the broken blade forward, touching the stomach of Shangquan Zhenggang.

Kamizumi Zhenggang: "Even if a person is stabbed in the stomach, there is a chance of survival. But if he is beheaded, he will never survive."

Kazuma nodded: "You won."

"Have you seen my moves clearly?" Shangquan Zhenggang asked while maintaining the posture of the knife and the horse's neck.

As if Hema answered that he was not satisfied, he was about to beheaded.

He Ma thought about it and answered truthfully: "You borrowed my blocking action to make the knife in place quickly, and then used the speed of the attack to prevent me from interfering with your moves."

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"What else?" the old man continued to ask.

He and Ma thought about it for a while, and suddenly found a point that he hadn't noticed before, so he continued to answer: "You constantly exchange front and back hands during the attack, so you can quickly deliver some slashes that are not easy to launch."

The handle of Japanese katana is relatively long. Most people hold Japanese katana with both hands in tandem. However, during the slashing process, Shangquan kept changing the way of holding it.

This is actually quite dangerous. It is easy for a novice to lose the sword when playing like this, but Shangquan has just been playing swords for decades.

After listening to Kazuma's words, the old man Shangquan finally released the sword that was against Kazuma's neck: "That's right. To be honest, I thought it was impossible for you to go all the way, but I didn't expect that it ended up breaking your sword. Break through defenses."

"I think it's incredible enough to be able to break a stainless steel knife." He Ma replied with lingering fears.

Kamizumi was just able to cut through a stainless steel knife, and it was easy to cut the necks of his Kiryu and his horses.

The old man smiled and said, "What's the matter? It's much easier to cut than the tracks of a tank."

Wait a minute, old man, you said earlier that you didn't cut off the tank's tracks, but blew it off with explosives!

The old man turned his head and called to his wife: "Kanako! Bring another knife here!"

"No!" The old lady's voice came from the corridor outside the dojo, "There are only two knives at home! Who told you to always return the knives given by others!"

Shangquan Zhenggang refused to accept: "How come there are none? I have seen before that there are four or five stainless steel knives at home!"

"Didn't you cut it off!"

He Ma was startled, what's the matter? Is the main content of Sword Saint's daily practice is to cut off a stainless steel knife?

If it is an ancient Japanese sword, it will be cut off if it is cut, and this thing will be easily broken. Stainless steel knives produced by modern technology are not so easy to break.

At least I don't think I can cut it off with Ma.

Shangquan Zhenggang looked very disappointed: "It seems that today can only end here."

He Ma shook his head: "No, I brought a knife here, let me use my saber to learn your stunt again!"

"Even if I might break your knife?" Masaaki Kamizumi asked.

"My sword won't be broken so easily." Kazuma responded with a smile.

Then he heard the thin sound of the knife.

Qing Liu looked startled, staring at the knife room in her arms with an unbelievable expression: "What's going on? Why is the knife shaking?"

Kamizumi just laughed: "It seems that you have indeed found a good partner, boy! Come on then!"

He threw the broken blade in the handle of the horse directly to the side, and then extended his hand to Qingliu.

Qingliu didn't react. Mikako stepped forward and snatched the authentic sword room of Bizen Nagfune from Qingliu's arms and threw it directly at Kazuma.

He and the horse caught the knife room, pulled the rope on the bag to untangle the knot, then took the knife out of the inside, and peeled off the rope wrapped around the scabbard like an apple.

Then he drew his long sword.

The melodious sound of a knife filled Kazuma's auricle, and even made his eardrum a little sore.

Shangquan Zheng just showed an intoxicated expression: "What a pleasant sound of the knife, reminds me of the old man who sank on the island again."

After he finished speaking, the old man showed an expression of thinking about something.

He Ma was not good at interrupting his memories, so he just waited.

At this time, the sea breeze from Kagoshima Bay turned cold and brought a moist breath.

Mikako looked out the door: "This wind, is it going to rain?"

"It should be a typhoon." Honami said, "When I chartered the flight earlier, the air traffic control said that all flights to Kagoshima will be suspended if it is later."

"A typhoon... eh, a typhoon? Why don't you close the windows or something?" Mikako yelled.

In this era, even Japan did not popularize aluminum alloy doors and windows. A large number of wooden doors and windows are very fragile when a typhoon hits. In addition, the quality of a house built by oneself varies from good to bad, so before the typhoon hits, the wood is used. Reinforcing doors and windows is a common practice.

Many one-family buildings even specially prepared space for the installation of cover plates on the doors and windows.

At this time, Shangquan Zhenggang also recovered from his memories: "Is the typhoon coming?"

As soon as the voice fell, another gust of wind blew into the dojo, and the moist breath in the wind was stronger than before.

"Well, sure enough, a typhoon is coming. Kanako! Turn on the TV and watch the news!"

"Ah? Why?"

"Typhoon, see if a typhoon is coming!"

He Ma heard the sound of the little old lady walking quickly outside the dojo, followed by the noise of the TV.

"Oh," Kanako Kamizumi exclaimed, "this is a red warning, old man, don't compete with swords, hurry up and seal the window... Hey, you rest! I'll seal it!"

It seems that the old lady only remembered that the old man from home was in critical condition.

He Ma asked: "How many windows are there in total?"

"Not much," Shangquan Zhenggang replied, "after all, it's a small house with eight windows and two doors on the first floor, front, rear, left, right, and right, and the second floor is an attic with only two windows."

After thinking about it with Ma, it should be done soon, so he said to the old man: "Then I will learn your stunt again, and then I will help you seal the window."

"It's up to you." Kamizumi just bowed slightly to Kazuma, then turned his head and shouted, "Kanako, let it go! Don't fall off. I'll let the young people do it later."

"No, just seal the window, I can do it." The old lady's stubborn voice came from outside the house, and it seemed that she had already gone out to start work.

Seeing this, Mikako ran out directly from the door of the dojo to the yard: "Old lady, I'll help you! I'm the best at this kind of work! I also have a stunt, I can knock nails into wood with my bare hands!"

Kazuma frowned slightly, no matter how hard it was to hammer a nail into the wood with his bare hands, but when he thought that this was Mikako, he thought it was acceptable.

Qing Liu also seemed to want to go out to help, but was reluctant to experience the chance to see the swordsmanship of the Sword Saint.

Tamamo patted Qingliu on the shoulder: "If you want to see it, just stay and watch. Me and Mikako will just go and help."

Honami hurriedly said, "Then I too..."

"You also want to fight with Yuma in the future, right?" Tamamo pushed her back, "So stay here and watch it."

Honami hesitated for a while, but nodded: "I understand, then please."

Kazuma looked at Yuzao and said, "I'll go out and help you when I see ~IndoMTL.com~ once."

"You'd better stay with the old man honestly." Yuzao said, and left the dojo with a leisurely stroll.

Kazuma withdrew his gaze and looked at Masaru Kamizumi.

The old man grinned and said, "They're all good girls. They're as good as my Kanako. You don't let them down."

He Ma hesitated for a while, then whispered, "It's a little hard to live up to it, right?"

"Don't you think that marrying them is the only way to live up to it?" The old man showed a contemptuous expression, "Arrogant, too arrogant."

He Ma frowned and asked sincerely, "What do you mean?"

"Women are just like men, and have as many ways of self-realization. So you try to achieve the end of choosing only one, but not disappointing others. I don't really have much to teach you about this. ."

The old man raised his sword: "It's easier to teach kendo, are you ready?"

He Ma took a deep breath and nodded: "I'm ready."

Shangquan just shouted and attacked.

**

At this moment, a taxi stopped at the foot of the mountain where Shangquan Zhenggang's villa is located.

Xia Inaba opened the door and got out of the car, looking up at the cloudy sky.

He sneered.

At the same time, the speakers of the nearby district office are playing from the new world