Chapter 259 [Fanwai] Unbounded Kendo (Part 2)

"Hey, as expected of that person's grandson, he did exactly that."

Hearing the girl's introduction, Matsumoto Ginji didn't seem surprised at all, just smiled and walked slowly into the dojo to visit.

"...One day, you can get all the exemptions in one day?"

Hearing this slogan, Abe Temple looked at the master who had already "slipped away" with some pain.

Since childhood, he has only obtained a first-class license-exempt special pass for two days.

This Xuanwu Hall must be a kendo hall opened by a liar.

"Don't worry, you two, we will sign a contract with the students first. If you can't pass the test once, you will learn it for free for life... Many students have already obtained excellent results after leaving our crash course..."

Just like a pyramid scheme, the beautiful girl released the breath of Rulan, pulled the handsome Abe Temple too enthusiastically, stuck her soft body on it with dedication, and tempted him in a good manner.

"Our pavilion owner, Chiba Ibuki, is a descendant of Chiba Zhousuke, the founder of Beichen Ichibuki, and inherits the most orthodox Beichen Ibuki... Since the re-opening of the main hall, the natural understanding of Ryu Miyagawa Kiyozang, Kiryu Ilyu and other well-known swordsmen have come to challenge, but the Xuanwu Pavilion has not yet suffered a defeat..."

"What?! Miyagawa Kiyozo also lost?"

Rubbed against the girl's weak and bony body, Abeji looked at the names on the large posters on the wall with a heart like a mirror.

Miyagawa Kiyosang is a natural contemporary teacher of Lixinliu, and Abe Temple has also come to learn from him and benefited a lot.

But since the other party dared to write on the wall, it must be true.

"Not only that, one of our students was a bad boy who couldn't find his purpose in life before he entered school. He accidentally came into kendo, and after our one-day crash course training, he became the main general in the club activities, and finally defeated by himself. The evil genius swordsman, won the 65th All-Japan University Kendo Competition, and dominated the whole country..."

Perhaps because the weather was a little hot, the beautiful girl's face was gradually dyed with a pink blush, and her big eyes were staring at Abe Temple's beautiful profile, and she told the story with some pride.

If I can recruit this beautiful man in front of me into the crash course, wouldn't I have more opportunities to get in touch...

"The sixty-fifth time... Wait... You said, shouldn't it be Sousuke Araki from the Shijing Great Kendo Club?!"

Listening to this somewhat familiar sports storyline, the "evil genius swordsman" has black lines all over his head.

"So you are also a fan of Araki-senpai? That's right, Araki-senpai's sword skills were honed through the one-day crash course in the main building... Even the current members of the 'Dark Horse in the Kendo World' Shijing Great Kendo Club , Before joining the club, I will receive a one-day crash course training here."

Seeing the hope of "successful recruitment", the girl smiled and pointed to a photo at the foot of the poster wall, and explained it more vigorously.

In the photo, a blond young man smirked and held a certificate of "Winning in the Kendo Competition", and was taking a photo with the men who won the "Second Place" and "Third Place".

"Ah?"

The girl's thin fingers paused on a man with a gloomy face next to the blond youth in the photo, and then turned to look at the Abe Temple beside him repeatedly.

"...Yes, you read that right, this is exactly the next..."

The "evil genius swordsman" Abe Temple's calm expression made the atmosphere of the scene even more embarrassing.

At the same time, a man with short blond hair walked in with a few strong men with green skin that looked like college students.

"Xiao Xun, please register these guys and charge the tuition by the way..."

The man greeted the girl in the kimono familiarly, and then yelled at the men behind him, "You guys, the first step in entering the ministry is to pass on all the waivers of Beichen Yidao Liu to me for the test. Now, do you all study hard and know?!"

"Hay!!! Senior Araki!!!"

Several men stood neatly in a row and bowed to him with the imposing manner of a death squad.

"...Sorry, Senior Araki brought new students here. I want to go over and do some work. You can see for yourself here."

The girl bowed slightly, glanced at Abeji's handsome face with a bit of disappointment, and stepped forward to lead the men in to go through the formalities.

"Hey, did the old man go out... Well, Xiaoxun, remember to remember the commission for me..."

"Don't worry, Senior Araki."

The blond man who followed behind the girl in the kimono, rubbing his thumb and index finger repeatedly and whispering something, was the "inspirational character" who was printed as a poster on the wall, Sosuke Araki.

"... Sousuke Araki!"

Abe-ji Temple, who was completely ignored, stood at the door, blocking Sousuke Araki, who had arranged everything and was ready to dodge.

"Yo, it's Abe-kun, I didn't notice you just now... Why, are you also going to go to Beichen Yidaoliu's door... That's right, practice a few more kendos to broaden your horizons..."

"What nonsense, I came with my master..."

Abe Temple found that the master was still in the dojo, and put down his finger again resentfully.

"Okay, then you'll be busy first, but I'm here on leave... There are still a lot of beautiful (fierce) girls (house) waiting for me to go to sleep..."

Seeing the other party's increasingly warlike eyes, Sousuke Araki seemed to have anticipated something and turned to leave.

He was grabbed by the shoulders.

"We've all arrived at the gate of the gym where you studied art. Let's go one more time. This time let us show our true strength to each other!"

After knowing Sosuke Araki's "half-demon" identity, Abe-ji has been studying hard and practicing hard, just to fulfill the promise on the ship that day, and on the premise of using extraordinary power on both sides, a hearty battle will take place.

"Sure enough...you guy, is the meaning of life only about being cheap? I'm at work now, let's do it another day."

With a sigh, Sousuke Araki twisted his shoulders slightly, and Abe Temple only felt a strong force, and he was instantly freed from his hands by the other party.

"... This guy's power seems to be getting stronger again."

By the time he chased out the gate of the Xuanwu Pavilion, Sousuke Araki had already stepped onto a red shared bicycle.

This was his main means of transportation other than the subway before he got the locomotive exemption test.

"Damn, stop for me..."

Sosuke Araki stepped on the pedals, and the shared bicycle suddenly made a painful rubbing sound, and launched with the momentum of a locomotive.

Only Abe Temple was left with a dust storm like dust.

"...cough cough...let him run away again..."

The dust settled, and a book on the ground in a black document bag attracted the attention of Abe Temple.

It seems that Sousuke Araki walked too quickly and fell from the back seat of the bicycle.

"It's so concealed on purpose, could it be that guy's practice secrets?"

Bending down to pick up the book on the ground, Abe Temple's eyes narrowed slightly.

He opened the black file bag curiously, and a note fell out of it.

"Congratulations to Araki-senpai for his successful inauguration, and the whole Shibutsuken Kendo Club."

There is also a smirk emoji below the inscription.

"...This guy is so respected after graduation, why have I never received..."

Thinking that in the kendo club of the university, due to his cold personality and too crazy relationship with the "fan group", the rest of the club members seemed to keep a certain distance from him, and Abeji couldn't help but envy this guy who got along with his juniors.

Inside the file bag, it seems to be a magazine.

Gently pulled it out, glanced at the cover, and Abe Temple suddenly turned gray as if struck by lightning, and knelt at the entrance of the Xuanwu Pavilion.

The magazine also fell to the ground with a shudder.

"It turns out that the gap between me and that guy is so far away..."

Abe Temple, who only showed off his "practice progress" to the teacher in the morning, was defeated in an instant.

No wonder the other party simply disdains his own challenge.

The word "Super Familiar" was written on the cover of the magazine that fell to the ground and made him dare not touch his eyes.

"Yo, boy, good taste."

At this moment, a tall and thin figure in a kimono walked in from the alley.

Complimenting Abe Temple, who was kneeling at the door, he turned to meet Matsumoto Ginji who was walking out of the gym.

"I've been waiting for a long time... You suddenly said that you want to come over. I originally made an appointment to go to Kabukicho."

It is the owner of the Xuanwu Pavilion, Chiba Ibuki.

"Is this your disciple, he looks very energetic..."

Chiba Ibuki glanced up and down at Abe Temple, with a face full of admiration: "Tsk tsk, if only I had such an outstanding disciple who knew how to appreciate mature style and looked like a talented person..."

It is sure to attract female students of all ages.

"Chiba Pavilion Master has won the prize."

Abe Temple put away the magazine, placed it close to the body, and bowed slightly.

"Your disciples are also very good... Now it seems that maybe your approach is right."

Ginji Matsumoto pointed with his chin to the clumsy but hard-working pole in the courtyard and the college students who had just started warming up.

"Hey, there is no way out. If you continue to scrutinize yourself as you did before, and don't teach those who are not good, I am afraid that in a hundred years, these kendo schools will disappear."

Chiba Ibuki sighed slightly.

At the end of the Edo period, when real swords prevailed, it was Beichen Ichidao-ryu who improved the bamboo sword and protective gear, formulated the rules of battle, and made the seemingly profound essence of swordsmanship vivid and easy to understand in a simple way, which further advanced the way of kendo. promotion.

Even so, in this age where firearms are the highest combat power, the legal system is sound, and the technology is changing with each passing day, kendo, which has lost its practicality, will inevitably gradually become an antique sport, and talents will also wither more and more.

Who knew that his seemingly philistine, quick success "crash course" model was wrapped in an ambition to make kendo a national sport.

...

Xuanwu Pavilion backyard.

Abe-ji, the **** who had eased from the **** of that terrible magazine, was kneeling under the eaves respectfully and without looking sideways.

In the middle of the garden full of weeds, the tall and thin Chiba Ibuki and the burly Matsumoto Ginji stood opposite each other.

"Come here in a hurry, just to fight me like this?"

Chiba Ibuki asked ironically.

"Sorry, the original ten-year appointment can only be brought forward...because after this, I am afraid that I will never be able to use such pure sword intent again."

Matsumoto Yinji rubbed his chin, turned his head and said to Abe Temple: "Temple, open your eyes to every detail of this battle... Also, Master Chiba is my best friend, and you will practice in Tokyo in the future. If you have any doubts, you can come to the door for advice.”

Abe Temple did not speak, but nodded solemnly.

The teacher suddenly brought himself here, unexpectedly to compare swords with others.

"Then, as you wish."

Chiba Ibuki took off the quaint tachi from his waist, unhurriedly untied the cotton cloth wrapped on it, and unsheathed it with a "clang".

This is a straight sword of about 80 cm. There is only a simple golden cloth strip separating the black handle and the silver-white blade.

"Hey, even willing to take out this knife, I thought you were going to keep it in the coffin."

Seeing the opponent's long sword unsheathed, Matsumoto Ginji's eyes also flashed with excitement.

I saw his hands turned into afterimages, and quickly pulled out the double knives around his waist.

"Boyao Guoan Tsuna, Izumi Shou Fujiwara Kansada, see reference."

Seeing the long and short two swords in the teacher's hands unsheathed, Abeji's face showed excitement.

Hakuya Guoan Tsuna is a super Nagano sword with a length of 120 centimeters, which an extraordinary swordsman can master.

Izumi Mori Fujiwara Kanesada is about 65 centimeters long. Although he plays the role of a wakizashi, the length is not inferior to that of ordinary short swords.

The most important thing is that these two ancient swords were Miyamoto Musashi's weapons.

The Abe family has worked hard all these years to find these two lost weapons as "tuition fees" for Matsumoto Yinji to teach Abe Temple carefully.

Matsumoto Ginji, who was already burly and powerful, used this pair of knives that grew a large length compared to ordinary weapons, which made Abe Temple feel a sense of despair.

In the previous competition, if you were facing such a pair of long knives, even if you use [Sun and Moon], I am afraid that you are not an enemy of unity.

Matsumoto Yinji bowed slightly, holding the two swords in front of him, and the murderous intent soared into the sky unscrupulously, as if the courtyard in front of him was soaked in blood.

Chiba Ibuki, who was standing across from him, held the sword in both hands above his head and hung down behind him.

In the face of Matsumoto Yinji's surging killing intent, he was completely unaffected, as if he was integrated into the environment~lightnovelpub.net~ without any sense of existence.

Beichen Yidao Flow Star Eye.

"This is the real Beichen Yidao Liu..."

Seeing this familiar gesture, Abe Temple instantly recalled the figure of a man on the yacht that day holding up the demon sword Qiyueyu.

But unlike Sosuke Araki, Chiba Ibuki didn't have the murderous intent ready to go, as if he was just an old man stretching his waist.

Beichen Yidao Liu is a swordsmanship learned from the movement of the Big Dipper around the North Star. It is not so much a technique as it is an art.

Without any words, Matsumoto Ginji held the short sword in front and dragged the long sword behind him, and rushed directly to Chiba Ibuki in front...

In the small courtyard, the sound of the symphony of gold and iron constantly resounded.

The outcome of that day was known only to Abe-ji, the only witness.

(End of this chapter)