He Ma raised his hand like a student to signal that he wanted to speak.
Kamizumi just nodded.
So he said to the horse, "I want to get the scabbard back."
"Do you want to use Iai? Yes." The old man said nonchalantly.
Kazuma stretched his hand back, and Honami immediately handed him the scabbard.
After putting the sword back into the sheath, he and the horse took the posture of Iaihe cut - in fact, the black dragon's starting hand is similar to this.
The old man looked at Kazuma's posture and commented: "It looks very standard, but it doesn't feel powerful. The master of Ihe Slash will release a strong pressure and make the opponent nervous. You still have a lot to learn."
Hema: "Then how can I unleash my might? Let the volcano erupt with me?"
Shangquan Zhenggang laughed loudly: "That's just a coincidence. It's similar to when it happens to rain when you are depressed. There are so many times when you are depressed, and you will only remember this time when it happened to rain, so when you recall it, you will Feeling like it’s always raining 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." Umizumi just shouted, "Let me see your Iai Zhan!"
After speaking, he launched an attack.
He Ma also did his part, and directly made a move: Go to Heilong!
The scabbard flew out directly, rushing towards Kamizumi Masago's chest with a thunderous momentum.
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 how to behave by the spinning scabbard.
Shangquan Zheng just saw that he was making a move with the horse, and his eyes widened suddenly. The next moment, he chose to side-slide and dodge to the side. He had no intention of blocking at all, and the scabbard whizzed past his chest. , hit the hanging picture on the wall and knocked the whole picture down.
This reaction speed is not like that of an old man on his deathbed.
While sighing with the horse, the movement of the body did not slow down in the slightest. He chased the spurting scabbard and rushed to Shangquan Zhenggang, swinging the knife to attack.
The two knives collided in the air, making a crisp sound.
After the block, Shangquan Zhenggang immediately cooperated with the retreat step to close the knife, and then immediately slashed again.
The interval between the two knives was very short, if Kazuma couldn't hold back his strength and let his own knives press up, he might be chopped off.
Blocking the second knife, He Ma continued to move forward.
At this time, Hema's idea was very simple. The old man was obviously better than himself in controlling the distance, and he was not an opponent when he really played mid-range sparring.
Then press up and fight hand-to-hand.
The old man suddenly yelled, making Hema hesitate for a moment, and the next moment the old man's sword pierced Hema's shoulder.
Although the knife was not sharpened, it was still terribly painful to be poked like this.
He Ma'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 shoulder will be strained." Shangquan Zhenggang said, "But the idea of hand-to-hand combat is good, I learned it from that kid who has no outflow of?"
Kamizumi is clearly referring to Kinma Kenichi here.
Hema shook his head: "It's just a natural logical thinking. I'm definitely not as good as you in distance control, so just get closer and fight hand-to-hand."
Shangquan just nodded, and then looked back at the hanging painting and the scabbard that fell on the ground: "Where did you learn the trick of throwing the scabbard just now?"
He Ma Xin thought it was not learned, but given by the system.
Of course you can't say that, so he said: "I realized it myself. After all, I suffered a lot from not having long-range attack means in the Osaka incident before, so I wanted to find a trick that can attack from a long distance."
Shangquan just laughed out loud: "I thought of it myself, do you know who was the last person who came up with such a trick?"
The trick of the black dragon has been lost in theory, and the last generation is Sakamoto Ryoma.
Later, the map recording this trick was also burned down.
As for who came up with this trick in the first place, Hema doesn't know.
He is just a kendo practitioner, not an expert on the history of kendo.
However, he does know that someone who is not human may know.
Kazuma glanced at Tamamo.
Tamamo shrugged lightly.
He Ma replied truthfully: "I don't know."
"Why did you look at the daughter of the Gongsi family?" Umizumi asked with interest.
"Because the Jinguji family has the longest history among the people here, I think she might know about it." Hema edited it directly.
Kamizumi raised his eyebrows just now, looked at Yuzao and said, "Speaking of which, isn't the daughter of the Jinguji family said to be a priestess of the gods? I remember there have been rumors that their daughter died at the age of eighteen. to be a living sacrifice to God."
"How could that be?" Yuzao said with a smile, "How could there be such a barbaric custom in society now? My sisters just follow the family tradition and focus on caring for their husbands and raising their children, and don't show their faces outside. My Japanese dance is still taught by my sister."
"Hmph, modern society? It might indeed be a modern society in Tokyo," Kamizumi showed a disdainful expression, "But in those remote and closed places, there are hidden things that will surprise you."
Kazuma saw that Quan Zhenggang had a story-telling expression on his face, and was about to ask in detail, but the old man turned the topic back to the original way: "It is said that this trick was first introduced by Sakamoto Ryoma from the classics of Beichen Yidao Style. It is impossible to find out who created it.
"Of course, these are just rumors. After all, Sakamoto Ryoma didn't show off his swordsmanship much after he fell in love with pistols. He was still busy with restoring things, and was finally assassinated at a young age.
"In addition, all the swordsmanship books of Sakamoto Ryoma's family were burned in the fire, so the truth is no longer available. I don't know how similar the move you used was to Sakamoto Ryoma's back then. .
"However, your thinking circuit may be very similar to that Restoration hero."
No, I just learned tricks by stealing the system.
But Kazuma still showed a happy look-it is an honor to be said to be very similar to Sakamoto Ryoma in Japan.
Kamizumi just stared at Kazuma: "I heard that you held an AK and had a shootout with Korean Gokudo in Tokyo?"
"Um, yes." He Ma scratched his head.
"It really looks like Sakamoto Ryoma." Kamizumi said with a smile, "Do you think the AK is much easier to use than a sword?"
That's right.
"However, holding an AK is illegal in Japan. In this sense, it is more convenient to use a sword."
Kamizumi Masago: "But the sword, even if you use your technique to launch a long-range attack, you can only hit it once."
He Ma shrugged: "I can bring a few more scabbards."
Shangquan just laughed out loud, and raised his sword after laughing: "The time of chatting has been long enough, and I have almost rested, so come again."
He Ma suddenly realized: You are resting! The old man is cunning and cunning!
While thinking so in his heart, he said to Ma, "Well, it's okay to take a little more rest, just sit for a while."
Shangquan just shook his head: "Now that I sit down, I may not be able to stand up."
He Ma paused for a while while moving and thinking, and then looked at Quan Zhenggang, and suddenly felt that the old man's figure was carrying a sense of sadness of a hero's twilight.
"How much you can learn from me depends on your luck." The old man said.
He Ma subconsciously wanted to say, "Then you are showing off your unique skills", but he held back abruptly.
But the old man seemed to see through Kazuma's thoughts, and said: "Do you want to see my unique skills, then you can go ahead and attack."
He Ma was overjoyed, and nodded decisively: "Okay, then the younger generation should be respectful rather than obedient."
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out, not forgetting to yell.
Suddenly, he noticed that Shangquan was moving his mouth, and immediately turned his head to avoid the spray of saliva.
What the hell!
The old man had already been killed like a whirlwind, slashing seven or eight knives at a speed like a storm.
Both the horse and the horse were shocked, because the old man's continuous slashing was counting the movement of blocking with the horse, 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 combo was too fast, and Kazuma couldn't seize the gap of interference at all.
Just 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 there was nothing He Ma could do except take the move.
I don't remember whether it was after blocking the seventh or eighth blow, the knife in Hema's hand suddenly broke, half of his head flew up, and directly inserted into the door beam of the dojo gate behind Hema.
The old man's knife directly crossed He Ma's defense from Duan Ren and rested on He Ma's neck.
But at the same time, with sharp eyes and quick hands, Hema sent the broken blade forward, and it touched Shangquan Zhenggang's stomach.
Shangquan Zhenggang: "Even if a person is stabbed in the stomach, there is a chance of surviving. But if the head is beheaded, it will definitely not survive."
He Ma nodded: "You have won."
"Did you see my moves clearly?" Umizumi asked while maintaining the posture of the knife and the horse's neck.
It seemed that He Ma answered that he was not satisfied, and he was about to kill He Ma.
He Ma thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "You borrowed my blocking action to get the knife in place quickly, and then used the attack speed to prevent me from interfering with your moves."
"What else?" The old man continued to ask.
Hema 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 rear hands during the attack, so that you can quickly send out some slashes that were not easy to launch."
The handle of the Japanese sword is relatively long, and most people hold the Japanese sword with both hands in front of one another, but Kamiizumi just kept changing the way of holding the sword in the process of slashing.
This is actually quite dangerous. It is easy for beginners to drop their swords when playing this way, but Kamizumi has just been playing swords for decades.
After listening to Hema's words, the old man Umizumi finally let go of the sword against Hema's neck: "That's right. To be honest, I thought you couldn't follow all of them, but I didn't expect to break through your sword in the end. "
"I think it's incredible enough to be able to break a stainless steel knife." He Ma replied with lingering fear.
Kamizumi was just able to cut off a stainless steel knife, and it was as easy as pie to cut off the necks of Kiryu and Ma.
The old man smiled and said, "What's the matter? It's much easier to chop than the tracks of a tank."
Wait a minute, old man, you said before that you didn't cut off the tank tracks, but you broke them with explosives!
The old man turned his head and called to his wife: "Kanako! Bring another knife!"
"No more!" The old lady's voice came from the corridor outside the dojo, "There are only two knives at home! Why do you always return the knives that others give you!"
Shangquan Zhenggang refused to accept: "How could there be no one? I clearly saw that there are four or five stainless steel knives at home!"
"Didn't it all be cut off by you!"
He Ma was startled, what's the matter, is the main content of the Juggernaut's daily practice is to cut off the stainless steel knife
If it is an ancient Japanese sword, it will be cut off if it is cut off, and this thing is easy to break. Stainless steel knives produced by modern technology are not so easy to break.
At least Hema thinks he can't cut it off.
Shang Quanzheng just looked very disappointed: "It seems that today can only end here."
He Ma shook his head: "No, I brought a knife, let me use my saber to see your stunt again!"
"Even if it's possible for me to break your knife?" Kamizumi asked just now.
"My knife will not be broken so easily." He Ma responded with a smile.
Then he heard the thin sound of a knife.
Qingliu looked startled, and stared at the knife room in her arms with an expression of disbelief: "What's going on? Why is the knife shaking?"
Umizumi just laughed loudly: "It seems that you have indeed found a good partner, son! Then come!"
He Ma threw the broken blade in his hand directly to the side, and then stretched out his hand to Qingliu.
Seiryu didn't react, Mikako strode forward, snatched Bizen Osafune's authentic sword room from Seiryu's arms, and threw it directly at Kazuma.
He Ma caught the knife room, pulled the rope on the bag to untie the knot, then took out the knife from inside, and peeled off the rope wrapped around the mouth of the scabbard layer by layer like peeling an apple.
Then he drew his long knife.
The melodious sound of knives filled Kazuma's ears, and even made his eardrums hurt a little.
Shang Quanzheng just showed an intoxicated expression: "What a pleasant knife sound, it reminds me of the old man who sank on the island again."
After speaking, the old man showed an expression of thinking about something again.
It's not easy for Hema to interrupt his memory, so he just waited.
At this time, the sea breeze blowing from Kagoshima Bay became colder and brought a humid atmosphere.
Mikako looked outside the door: "This wind, is it going to rain?"
"It should be a typhoon." Honami said, "When I chartered the flight before, the air traffic control said that if it was later, all flights to Kagoshima would be suspended."
"Typhoon... Hey, is it a typhoon? Then you will suffer if you don't close the windows quickly?" 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 strikes. In addition, the quality of such self-built houses varies from one family to another. Therefore, it is necessary to reinforce the doors and windows with wooden boards before the typhoon strikes. Very common practice.
Many single-family buildings even specially prepare the installation space for the cover on the doors and windows.
At this time, Shangquan Zhenggang also came back from the memory: "Is the typhoon coming?"
As soon as the words fell, another gust of wind blew into the dojo, and the moist breath in the wind was thicker than before.
"Well, the 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," Kamizumi Kanako exclaimed, "This is a red warning, old man, stop fighting with swords, and seal the windows quickly... Hey, you rest! I will seal it!"
It seems that the old lady realized that her old man was critically ill after talking halfway through.
He Ma asked, "How many windows are there?"
"Not much," Shangquan Zhenggang replied, "it is a small house after all, with eight windows and two doors on the first floor, and an attic on the second floor with only two windows."
After some calculations with the horse, 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 bowed slightly to Kazuma, and then turned his head and shouted, "Kanako, let it go! Don't fall down. 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, it seemed that she had already gone out to start working.
Seeing this, Mikako ran out from the door of the dojo to the yard: "I'll help you, old woman! I'm the best at this kind of work! I also have a unique skill, I can drive nails into wood with bare hands!"
Kazuma frowned slightly, no matter how hard it was to hammer a nail into the wood with bare hands, but when he thought that this was Mikako, he thought it was acceptable.
Qingliu seemed to want to go out to help, but she was reluctant to see the sword master swordsmanship.
Yuzao patted Qingliu on the shoulder: "If you want to see it, you can stay and watch it. Mikako and I can help."
Honami hurriedly said, "Then I too..."
"You also want to fight alongside Kazuma in the future?" Yuzao pushed her back with one sentence, "So stay here and have a good look."
Honami hesitated for a moment, but nodded: "I understand, then I'll leave it to you."
Hema looked at Yuzao and said, "After I have seen it once, I will go out and help you."
"You'd better accompany the old man honestly." Yuzao said so, and left the dojo with a leisurely pace.
Hema withdrew his gaze and looked at Shangquan Zhenggang.
The old man grinned and said, "They're all good girls. They're just as good as my Kanako, you don't let them down."
Hema hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's hard to live up to it, isn't it?"
"Don't you think that marrying them is the only way to live up to it?" The old man showed a contemptuous expression, "Arrogance, too arrogance."
Hema frowned, and asked sincerely, "Then what do you mean?"
"Women are just like men. There are as many ways of self-realization. So you just try to achieve the ending of choosing only one, but not disappointing others. About this, I actually don't have much to teach you."
The old man raised his sword: "Kendo is easier to teach, are you ready?"
Hema took a deep breath and nodded: "I'm ready."
Shangquan Zhenggang gave a loud shout and attacked.
**
At this moment, a taxi stopped at the foot of the mountain where Shangquan Zhenggang's villa was located.
Akikan Shimoinaba opened the door and got out of the car, and looked up at the cloudy sky.
He sneered.
At the same time, Dvořák's "From the New World" was playing on the speakers of the nearby district office.