"Is there a chance for me, Abe Temple, to reach such a state in this life?"

Kneeling solemnly under the eaves, holding his breath, the beautiful boy who can't wait to engrave the competition between the two into his mind frame by frame is naturally Abe Temple.

Whether nervous or excited, being able to barely stabilize his "normal heart" is already his greatest limit.

Because, the two facing each other in the courtyard were Ginji Matsumoto, the descendant of the "Second First Class" who came to the door to "kick the hall" with "Izumi Shou Fujiwara Kansada" and "Boya Kokuan Tsuna" in hand, and the owner of the Xuanwu Hall who was ready to take on the challenge. "Beichen Yidao Flow" Contemporary Master Fan Qianye Ibuki.

There is a saying in the tea ceremony: "A rare side should be cherished in the world."

To be able to observe the collision between Kendo and the realm at such a close distance is an opportunity for him.

"The warm-up is almost done, is it time to take out the real thing?"

Chiba Ibuki blew his beard leisurely, and raised the long sword in his hand to the back of his head again.

"I believe that you are not the kind of unreasonable person who comes to the door empty-handed."

"I've been to the custom shop a lot lately, and my waist is a little sore... Let's go to the izakaya after this last blow..."

"Hey, that's what I meant..."

Matsumoto Yinji grinned and suddenly turned to look at the disciple under the eaves.

"... Temple."

"exist!"

Just as he was surprised that Chiba Ibuki called the dizzying battle of life and death just now "warm-up", Abeji was stunned for a moment, then he straightened his back and responded loudly.

"Those who pursue the swordsmanship are all alone, and because of this, they do not need others to accompany them..."

Looking back at Chiba Ibuki in front of him, Matsumoto Ginji's eyes suddenly lost all luster...

"If someone can understand their own swordsmanship, that person must be a confidant and an old enemy..."

"With this person in life, I am not alone."

"This...this is..."

Abe Temple seemed to see that countless viscous blood permeating the field quickly retreated back into Matsumoto Ginji's body.

"One of the ways of the sword is nothing more than first first, first first, later first..."

Matsumoto Ginji's whole body had a real killing intent that made people unable to open their eyes, and just disappeared.

"But Beichen Yidao Liu is the 'later first' in the outside world..."

"Outside?! Last first?!"

Savoring the word, Abeji frowned slightly.

Kendo has a saying of "three firsts".

First, first, for "rush attack", that is, "the enemy wants to move, I have already attacked".

First and foremost, for the counterattack in evasion, that is, the art of drawing, there is also the saying that "if you don't fight, you can just hit it".

After the first, it is to dodge the block or knock down the opponent's sword and then counterattack.

But it was the first time he heard the word "last first".

"If you don't want to be left behind by your old enemy, keep your eyes open..."

Before Abe-ji could recall it, Matsumoto Ginji, whose murderous intent disappeared and had no sense of existence, spit out the straw in his mouth, and his figure accelerated without warning...

"I have worked hard for many years for the master to think about it, and overcome this inexplicable "last first" swordsmanship!"

He dragged his knives behind him, and used his chest to face Chiba Ibuki who was standing with the sword in hand, almost shouting, "I'm a brother, come and chop me."

"Interesting, this...this is..."

In the face of Matsumoto Ginji who was "full of flaws", Chiba Ibuki did not know why his pupils were shaking, and the hilt of the sword held behind his head was shaking up and down, but he couldn't cut out the sword no matter what.

"you lose."

It was this moment of hesitation that the Wakizashi in Matsumoto Yinji's hand had been quietly passed to his neck.

"Yes……"

After a long pause, a relieved smile appeared on Chiba Ibuki's wrinkled face.

"Finally, I still lost to you, this monster."

"Just now, what happened..."

Abe Temple under the eaves, with sweat on his face, couldn't understand why this battle of the world ended in such a seemingly child's play.

"If you understand the Tao contained in the sword just now, maybe you will be able to defeat that old enemy..."

Matsumoto Ginji put the knife into the sheath, and looked at Abe Temple with those godless eyes.

"But you must remember that today's sword should never be the end you are looking for... On the contrary, it is the starting point of entering the house!"

"Hey, I'm done talking, can you go to the izakaya? I've made an appointment with you two super mature and pretty girls who are as plump as they drink..."

"Oh, sorry, then let him figure out the rest... Let's go quickly and let the lady wait for a long time is not the style of a samurai. 』

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"Understood?! Add head?! Self-massage section?! Although I didn't fully understand it, it's almost the meaning... Say goodbye to your 'golden jade' and the rest of your life!"

Seemingly dissatisfied with Abe Temple's calm eyes in front of his beautiful and delicate body, "Number Eight" no longer hesitated, reached out to probe, and tightly grasped something between Abe Temple's legs.

"Yo, this capital is as tough as your mouth... But why is it a little cold, are you scared?"

"Wait, that's not quite right..."

Just when "No. 8" was surprised at the low temperature and high hardness of the things in his hands, "No. 13", who was vigilant on the side, vaguely felt a sense of disobedience~lightnovelpub.net~ The ghost you used The powers are 'Ichitan-maki' and 'sleep'. "

At the same time, Abe-ji, whose eyes were out of focus, completely ignored the "Number 8" who was holding his handle in front of him, and faced "Number 13" without hesitation.

"How did you know..."

After being called out, even the thoughtful "No. 13" could no longer remain calm.

"Jue" is a strange monster that has the power to read people's hearts, originated in Mount Fuji.

And "Yitan Mum" is a ghost that is about "Yifan (11 meters in length and looks like a white cloth.

It is said that in Kagoshima Prefecture, there were many people who were entangled by this kind of monster and couldn't escape, and finally died of suffocation by covering their head and face with white cloth.

Although the power of the white cloth driven by "the power of Ichitan wood" is powerful, numerous, and hard to guard against, it is not too powerful in itself compared with other "magic powers".

However, when paired with the "power of perception" that can read people's hearts, it is able to preempt and produce extremely powerful "chemical reactions" step by step.

"It's too quiet...impossible, you, your..."

"No. 13" glanced back and forth at Abe Temple, which was wrapped in white cloth. Looking at the other party's godless eyes, she suddenly noticed something.

"How is it possible, human beings, it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing!"

The reason why she always felt a strong sense of disobedience was that she had not "heard" the voice in Abeji's heart for about half a minute.

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