Yoyogi Park, adjacent to the TV station and Meiji Shrine, used to be an army training ground in the past, and is now a famous cherry blossom viewing spot in Tokyo.

In early April, it is the day when the cherry blossoms are gradually blooming.

Under the moonlight, the pink-and-white cherry blossoms blooming by the lakeside of Yoyogi Park are constantly falling on the tranquil lake surface under the breeze, causing a slight wave.

Abe-ji, a beautiful young man with a lazy and soft temperament, with a sword bag on his back, bathed in the night cherry blossoms by the lake, like a peerless painting.

Under the same scene, Sosuke Araki, who was standing not far from him, and Kengo Yamada, who was pulled as a witness, looked as suspicious as criminals who came to the lake late at night to throw their bodies.

"How about it, indiscriminate kendo competition, no protective gear, are you ready to be beaten by this uncle?"

Putting the bamboo sword on his shoulders, Sosuke Araki asked the question locally.

The sword in his hand was additionally brought by Abe Temple.

"Since it's an indiscriminate kendo competition, I just want to show you the true meaning of 'two-day first-class' that cannot be used in the competition."

Abe Temple opened the sword bag behind him, and took out a long sword for practice and a slightly shorter "wakizashi".

The threat is poor, also known as the threat finger. It is a short knife with a blade length of no more than 60 cm, and is often used by samurai as a backup for the main knife.

"Even if you come, even if you want to take another bite, I don't mind."

Sousuke Araki yawned and said nothing.

"Start."

The temporary referee Yamada Kengo, who was standing in the distance, shouted out the password to start the game.

At this moment in Abe Temple, with the dagger in his left hand in front and the flank in his right hand behind, the whole person showed a very calm and restrained aura.

"Using the first-class me for two days is completely different from the competition, you have to be careful."

"Crap, hurry up and go home and sleep."

Opposite him, Sousuke Araki was holding his sword in both hands like a beginner.

For a while, both of them were still, only the cherry blossoms scattered in the air, proving that this was not a pause picture.

"Is it this show-off, tempting attacking posture again?"

Abeji thought to himself.

In the eyes of him who practiced kendo since childhood, Sosuke Araki standing on the opposite side was extremely irregular, and his body was full of flaws.

But he knew that it was a terrible opponent with the instinct of a beast.

In the final of the previous year, he saw that the opponent was full of flaws and was tempted to take the first shot, but was knocked out by Sousuke Araki with a quick and ruthless "stick".

From that day on, he understood a truth.

When you attack, it is time to reveal your flaws.

Abe, who has suffered a loss once, will naturally not rush to attack.

"This...is this the highest level of university kendo? Just standing there makes you breathless."

In the distance, Yamada Kengo, the two have not yet fought, and their blood is already boiling.

At this moment, Sousuke Araki moved.

Holding the long sword around his waist, he ran towards Abe Temple very quickly.

"Hmph, can't you bear it?"

The two of them got closer, and Araki Sousuke swung his sword heavily with one hand and slashed towards Abe Temple.

The opponent's sword came violently, but not very fast.

Abe-ji Temple, who had seen Sousuke Araki's monstrous power, would dodge subconsciously.

However, he remembered the words of his master when he was cultivating on the top of the snow-capped mountains in Hokkaido.

"If you can't break the opponent's strongest point, your sword heart will never be transparent."

Yes, if it's just to dodge this sword in embarrassment, what is the purpose of my hard work for more than a year?

Having changed his mind, he immediately used the long sword in his right hand to meet Sosuke Araki.

The two bamboo swords met in the air, and with the sound of breaking through the air, they collided with fire.

"Good come!"

The "temporary referee" Kengo Yamada, who was standing aside, completely forgot his identity and whispered in admiration.

Abe Temple only felt that the bamboo sword in his hand seemed to have been hit by a high-speed truck. He lost all feeling in his hand and almost couldn't hold the sword.

His face was full of surprise.

This guy is only wielding the sword with one hand, and it has surpassed the strength of wielding the sword with both hands in the competition a year ago.

Could it be that in just over a year, this guy's strength has grown to this level.

It seems that I am not making progress alone.

But he was not discouraged, instead he showed a smile of determination to win.

However, I now have two swords.

"Hmph, this time, I won."

I saw Abe Temple's footsteps move, and lightning bolts were generally pasted in front of Araki Zongsuke.

With a weak hand in his hand, he slashed at the opponent extremely cunningly.

This distance was already a distance that Sosuke Araki couldn't use his long sword.

"Crap." Seeing Sousuke Araki being pulled closer by Abe Temple, Kengo Yamada also sighed secretly.

The two days at Abe Temple were first-rate, and it really was amazing.

The "two days" in the first-class two days means "sunning the sun for two days", which means the sun and the moon, the yin and the yang. The two weapons are integrated and unified, and both offense and defense are taken into account. It is a brilliant swordsmanship created by the famous swordsman Miyamoto Musashi in his later years.

Just when the two of them thought the overall situation was settled, facing the Wakizaki who was stabbed by Abe Temple, Sousuke Araki made his move unhurriedly.

His left hand, which was not holding a sword, was like a vise, and grabbed Abeji's wrist fiercely, so that the opponent could no longer slash with this sword.

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The two fought a sword with their right hand, and their left hand restrained each other, and they seemed to be in a deadlock.

"You guy, don't forget, this is an indiscriminate kendo competition..."

Araki Sousuke slanted a smile, and his body suddenly turned back.

Eyes met, qi and machine collided, Abe Temple only felt that in front of him was a beast that acted on instinct and chose people to devour.

Locked by that murderous intent, a force surged out of Abeji's body like a conditioned reflex, flowing down his arm to his left hand.

The left hand held by Sousuke Araki suddenly burst out with a great force, broke free, and Wakizashi continued to stab the opponent's abdomen.

Then, that force went down the arm, extending above the wakizashi he was holding.

Watching Wakizashi with that power stab at the opponent, but it was too late to withdraw, Abeji felt a chill in his heart.

"Something's going to happen..."

Unconsciously, he used his spiritual power on ordinary people.

This is taboo.

This spiritual power awakened by the inheritance of the family blood, even if it is only transmitted to the wooden knife, can make the wooden knife as sharp as a real knife.

Before he had time to withdraw his spiritual power, he seemed to have seen Sousuke Araki being stabbed in the opposite direction by himself.

Abe Temple only had time to turn thorns into slashes, and Wakizashi had already cut into Sosuke Araki's abdomen.

Then, the spiritual power on the wooden knife dissipated as if it had never existed.

With a "click", it collided with Sousuke Araki's ribs, and the wooden wakizashi broke apart, leaving only a small section still connected to the handle.

At the same time, Sosuke Araki's face, which was more violent and distorted due to pain, became bigger and bigger in the sight of Abe Temple...

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