I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.

Inside a quiet Japanese-style mansion.

An uncle in his forties with a beard on his face was walking carelessly in the corridor under the eaves.

The bundle of grass biting on the mouth, the long hair loosely tied behind the head, the large kimono, the heavy clogs on the feet, and the pair of black long knives at the waist are integrated with the plants and trees in this Japanese-style garden, making the People seem to have returned to the shogunate period.

"Mr. Matsumoto, Master Temple has been practicing in the room for several days. We don't want to disturb you, so please go in by yourself."

"It's time to work."

The young man in kimono leading the way bowed slightly and left.

"Si, this guy is still practicing so hard."

The middle-aged uncle stroked his bearded chin, and carelessly opened the heavy wooden door that seemed to be specially made for sound insulation.

In the simple and elegant room, Abeji, who wears two knives at his waist and has dark circles under his eyes, is kneeling on the tatami with a solemn face, staring intently at the screen on the 90-inch LCD TV on the wall.

"Dead deceased deceased..."

"Oh, hehehehe..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

On TV, a fierce battle is being staged.

Abeji turned his head slowly, looking expressionlessly at the "uninvited guest" standing at the door.

"Temple..."

"Old...teacher?"

Looking at his indifferent eyes that were as deep as the sea, the middle-aged uncle felt a sharp sword unsheathed, breaking through the water, and slashing towards him like the continuously gushing waterfall in the TV.

Sword Intent · Draw a knife to cut off the water and make it flow.

half an hour later.

"Oh! All the ink marks..."

"Yeah... barley..."

The two masters and apprentices sat in a row, solemnly watching the BD-quality kendo competition on the big screen.

"Tsk tsk, it's really interesting. It's really hard for ordinary male swordsmen to maintain a normal mind in the face of such powerful things... No wonder I just discovered that your sword heart is more transparent and has broken through the previous bottleneck. It turns out that you are using such powerful swords on weekdays. things to practice."

The uncle with a bearded face was concentrating on watching the picture on the TV, and at the same time exuded a sharp sword intent from his body.

"Master is the real one. It's the first time he's practicing, yet he's able to maintain such a calm... According to the internal information of the 'GEO TV' disc rental company purchased by the Tsuchimikado Foundation for me, no matter for male or female swordsmen, There are massive and unfathomable 'learning materials'..."

On the side of Abe Temple, the aura around him is like invisible water, making it impossible to lock the aura.

"Wow."

"Master, Mr. Matsumoto, excuse me, the tea made here..."

At the same time, the sliding door opened, and the servant who had left before stood outside the door with refreshments and brewed tea.

The two people in the room with "full sword intent" subconsciously turned their heads to look at him.

You Ruo's substantive sword intent radiated, accompanied by the reverie-inducing sounds and images in the room, which instantly made him almost unable to hold the things in his hands.

"Hey, how did you come up with such a unique way of cultivation?"

After the servant left, the middle-aged uncle took a sip of the tea on the table and asked curiously.

"This is the practice method of 'normal mind' recommended to me by an opponent in April...I just found out recently that he has already broken through more than 200 after-school and more than 1,000 full-series exercises , has stepped into a whole new realm... However, I will soon catch up with him."

"Is that the kid who beat you before..."

The middle-aged uncle stroked his beard, remembering that after the defeat of Abe Temple the year before last, he asked himself to accompany him to the "special training in hell" in Hokkaido.

By the way...it's been almost two years since I had a bear's paw, and I really miss it.

"Teacher, don't worry, I'm currently trying my best to catch up, and I will be able to complete the challenge of Tokyo's hot series soon!"

Speaking of this, Abe Temple became full of fighting spirit again.

"Dead, deceased, deceased...hehe, Ou Yixi must die..."

With the milk drinking session on the screen, today's "study materials" have also come to an end.

Abeji took out the DVD with great care, and put it together with his lifetime CD rental member black card, and took out a small book beside him to record the series number and experience of today's challenge, before looking seriously at the front man.

"Sensei Matsumoto came to Tokyo suddenly, why?"

The man in front of him, named Matsumoto Ginji, is a top-notch teacher in Niten, who lives in seclusion in Nagoya on weekdays.

Since the Abe family is not good at swordsmanship, since he was three years old, he hired Matsumoto Ginji with a lot of money to teach him swordsmanship from time to time.

Although Matsumoto Ginji has no spiritual power and seems to have little knowledge of the matter of exorcising spirits, in terms of kendo exorcising spirits and driving the sun and moon swords, Abeji basically explored it by himself.

Although my own teacher, although his style of acting is unrestrained, but in terms of swordsmanship alone, Abe Temple can say without hesitation that Matsumoto teacher is the strongest man he has ever seen.

The teacher's body and skills that have been tempered for many years are invincible even if he uses his spiritual power.

Because, my teacher seems to be a "half demon" who lives in seclusion in the world.

Although Matsumoto Ginji never mentioned his blood, nor did he show anything different from ordinary people.

But since Abeji became a teacher at the age of three, the appearance of the other party has never aged.

It seems that "longevity" is the power of his blood.

No one knows how old Mr. Matsumoto lived, or in other words, how many years he practiced kendo.

This is also the reason why Abeji chose to keep Araki Sousuke a secret after learning of Araki Sousuke's identity as a "half-demon" that day.

"As people get older, they will owe more and more debts... This time, I came here to repay a debt of favor that is not easy to repay... By the way, I came here to test your recent cultivation results..."

Matsumoto Ginji smiled wryly, and reached out to pat the double knives on his waist.

"That's exactly what I meant. The student has some doubts about his practice recently, so he just asked the teacher for advice."

...

In the spacious training room, Abeji and Matsumoto Ginji stood proudly holding wooden swords.

"Please enlighten me, teacher."

With two swords in front and one in the back, Abeji jumped forward and rushed towards Matsumoto Ginji.

"Old rules, you only have one chance..."

Matsumoto Ginji held the straw in his mouth, and his two knives hung carelessly on both sides, looking at the student who rushed in front of him with just one step with admiration.

Compared with a few months ago, Abeji's kendo is more rounded and introverted, and his aura is almost difficult to capture.

Approaching in front of him, Abeji had no intention of probing at all, and the two knives in his hands circled and bloomed in front of him like a gust of wind.

Self-created secret sword · mountain bear's elegy · change.

Because Matsumoto Ginji's seemingly sloppy stance exudes a substantial killing intent, letting him know that he has no chance to hold back.

"Oh? Has the starting gesture of this move been improved? Very good...but..."

Matsumoto Ginji narrowed his eyes slightly, and Abeji's movements slowed down infinitely in his eyes, and several flaws in his sword moves appeared one by one, forming a line one by one like stars.

"...There are still flaws!"

Then, the long knife in his hand carried a powerful power to break through the air, and slashed along the non-existent connection line.

The speed of Matsumoto Ginji's slash was not fast, but the timing was extremely ingenious, and it happened to meet the double swords slashed by Abe Temple at the same time.

Abe Temple only felt an extremely powerful force coming from the opponent's wooden knife, which made the wooden knife in his hand begin to appear a little crack, and it was about to break.

"……interesting."

At the same time, the Wakizashi of Matsumoto Ginji's other hand, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, stabbed straight at Abeji, whose hands were out of strength, as fast as lightning.

The competition between the two has just started, and they have reached a situation where the winner is about to be decided.

But Abeji obviously had expected his strength long ago. He loosened his hands for a moment in mid-air, and immediately held them again after removing the power from the knife.

"……visible."

Facing the Wakizawa stabbed by Matsumoto Ginji, Abeji's eyes were as calm as water, and after a limit backward flash, the long knife in his hand directly met the opponent's long knife.

"Well done!"

After seeing Abeji's exquisite dodge, he seemed to have the intention of competing with himself in strength, and Matsumoto Ginji was also interested.

From the age of three, Abeji can be said to have grown up under the beating of his wild strength.

This also created Abe Temple's sharp, cunning, and rounded kendo style.

According to Matsumoto Ginji, who is good at real swords and whose blades are stained with countless blood, such a style is not necessarily a good thing.

In a life-and-death real swordsmanship, the brave man wins when he meets on a narrow road, and there is no room for turning around.

But when he discovered this problem, the disciple's swordsmanship had already been finalized.

Therefore, after Abeji lost to the opponent who was said to be good at strength, he was very happy instead, and immediately arranged the "Hokkaido Sankumaji (Shi) Prison (Broken) Special (Fire) Training (Pot) Package".

Abeji dared to take the initiative to try to compete with himself in strength, obviously he discovered this problem himself.

The two long knives met in the air with violent force, and immediately burst into pieces of sawdust...

"What?!"

A scene that surprised Matsumoto Ginji slightly appeared.

At the moment when the long sabers met, Abeji in front of him let go of the long saber in his hand ahead of time, and his figure fell to the ground like a ghost, his hand stabbed from bottom to top at an extremely fast speed.

Except for the chrysanthemum sixteen cuts that are difficult for humans to use...

This move is actually 70% similar to "Ju Yi Wen Zhan".

Matsumoto Ginji, relying on his strong physical fitness and Wakizashi in his hands, came first from behind at an extremely distorted angle, and at the last moment blocked Abeji's treacherous "crotch-picking" sword.

"when."

The two threats collided, unable to bear the strength of the two, and then exploded.

However, the competition was not over.

Abe Temple resolutely abandoned the sword, turned his palm into a knife, and directly stabbed Matsumoto Ginji's abdomen.

Facing this abrupt change of move, Matsumoto Ginji showed a satisfied grin.

The progress of this disciple far exceeded his imagination, and he actually comprehended such an eclectic fighting consciousness on his own.

"Okay... as a teacher, I will teach you a style today, without a knife."

The sloppy aura of Matsumoto Ginji disappeared.

Throwing away the two knives in his hands, his whole body seemed to be transformed into a long sword that would kill him when it was unsheathed...

You Ruo's substantive killing intent and strong, nauseating bloody aura instantly bloomed in front of Abe Temple.

"Is this how the teacher looks serious?"

This was the first time he felt the teacher's killing intent.

In the past ten years, Abe Temple has never seen the teacher look serious, nor has he used a real sword.

Because the teacher said that when his knife is unsheathed, it will drink blood.

But the bloody smell in front of him, as if he could treat human beings like cattle and sheep without hesitation, reminded him of a title.

Hundreds of people beheaded.

This is a title that only warriors who have killed more than a hundred lives are eligible for.

Could it be...

Without waiting for him to think too much, the stabbing knife has been clamped by Matsumoto Ginji's palms like iron tongs.

Immediately, violent force slammed Abeji to the ground.

"Yes, your progress has exceeded my imagination... Pack up and visit an old friend with me."

Abeji, who was lying on the ground, looked at Matsumoto Ginji's undisturbed back with some strangeness, as if there was a real killing intent just now, which had never existed before.

He then laughed at himself and shook his head.

I must have been confused in my studies. Now is a peaceful age, how could Mr. Matsumoto be "killed by a hundred people".

...

Nihonbashi, Shinagawa-cho.

"Is this the place?"

Abeji followed behind Matsumoto Ginji, and stopped in front of an old house in a remote location.

Even cars can't enter this narrow alley, so they can only walk inside.

He turned his head to look, and on the side of the mansion, the majestic "Xuanwu Pavilion" was written on a wooden plaque.

Seeing these three words, Abe Temple's eyes moved slightly.

Didn’t Beichen’s Xuanwu gymnasium move to Kanda Yuchi?

There is still such an old dojo in Shinagawa Town.

In the years of studying in Tokyo, he has visited almost all the dojos in the capital for advice, but he has never heard of this Xuanwu gym.

To be able to attract teachers to visit, presumably the level should not be low, and it really is a big hermit in the city.

"That guy doesn't seem to come here yet, let's take a look first."

Putting down the phone in his hand, Matsumoto Ginji led the way into the dojo.

In the small courtyard behind the gate, several men with unfriendly faces were holding wooden knives clumsily, receiving the guidance of the staff, and doing the practice of "empty wielding Suzhen".

Abe Temple only looked at it twice, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Because the level of these students is really...

Call it a beginner.

"Two guests, do you want to inquire about the crash training of kendo?"

Seeing the two people enter the door, a girl with a good figure and full of vitality greeted them with a warm smile.

"Intensive Kendo training?"

Matsumoto Ginji showed an expression of great interest.

"Yes, our Xuanwu Hall is the birthplace of Beichen Yidao Style, adhering to the spirit of 'everyone can practice swordsmanship', 'let the world have no exemptions that are difficult to test', 'no middlemen make the difference', as long as you pay two Ten thousand yen in tuition fees and a one-day crash course, you will be able to pass our Beichen Yidao Style's free pass."

Seeing that the two seemed to be interested, the beautiful girl immediately enthusiastically introduced them.