Tutor: The next tenth generation

"Dad, I want to learn swordsmanship from you!"

Yamamoto looked at his father expectantly at Yamamoto's house.

Although Yamamoto's father never said that he knew swordsmanship, Takeshi Yamamoto knew that if he wanted to become stronger, his father was the only swordsman in the world who could teach him, but he was not interested in kendo before, so he never cared. But now it's different, he wants to be strong, he's going to take down that man.

Yamamoto's father looked at his son with a serious expression, a little surprised, he didn't know why his son, who had not been interested in kendo since he was a child, suddenly wanted to learn kendo

, but seeing the firmness in his son's eyes, he nodded: \"Okay, then you come with me." "

Yamamoto father and son came to a martial arts hall, and Yamamoto father and son stood in the center of the field.

Yamamoto's father took out two wooden swords and handed them to Takeshi Yamamoto: "You take it. Takeshi

Yamamoto took the wooden sword, with some anticipation.

Yamamoto's father said, "The next thing I will teach you is the strongest kendo in the world, Shiyu Cangyan Ryu. Since

the Warring States period, it has been known as "perfect, the strongest and invincible" kendo, and the sword is both offensive and defensive, and the sword moves will continue to change as the number of successors increases.

It was passed down to Takeshi Yamamoto's father, Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, and it has been passed down for a total of eight generations, and each generation will create new sword skills, so up to now, there are a total of eight styles of Yucang Yanliu.

Takeshi Yamamoto muttered to himself, "Shiyu...... Cang Yanliu ...... His

voice was low, but with a little excitement, as long as he learned this, he would be able to defeat Scuvarro!

Yamamoto's father said to his son, "Next, stab me with the wooden sword in your hand." Takeshi

Yamamoto picked up the wooden sword and stabbed it out slowly, as a beginner, his movements were still very rusty, and he didn't hit the target at all.

Yamamoto's father took one look, then continued: \"You stab it harder!\ stab it out as fast as you can!\"

Yamamoto listened to his father's words and repeated it again, this time he finally stabbed Yamamoto's father in the chest. But at this moment, Yamamoto's father's body suddenly disappeared in place, went around behind him, and dealt him a heavy blow.

"Ah......

" Takeshi Yamamoto let out a cry of pain, covered his chest, and said dissatisfiedly: "Father, how can you sneak attack from behind?"

Yamamoto was unmoved, and said coldly: "Hmph, sneak attack, if you take kendo as a joke, then you might as well go home!\"

Takeshi Yamamoto was stunned, thinking if he was wrong? But ......

Looking at his son's cute expression, Yamamoto just sneered, and then walked out, saying as he walked: \"The swordsmanship I taught you is not a family thing, this is a real killing skill."

Looking at his father's figure, Takeshi Yamamoto suddenly felt as if he had made a mistake, and he was a little depressed.

But he was not reconciled, he wanted to defeat Scuvarro, he absolutely could not give up, he did not want to be humiliated by another defeat.

\"Shiyu Cangyan flows!\"

Takeshi Yamamoto clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

As soon as Yamamoto left, Takeshi Yamamoto found a secluded place and began to practice the basics.

One hour, two hours, three hours, fifteen hours......

It wasn't until about eleven o'clock in the evening that Takeshi Yamamoto stopped to rest.

\"Takeshi Yamamoto, this kid, seems to have found a path that suits him, that's right, come on! Sawada Iemitsu, who was outside the door, looked at Takeshi Yamamoto with a look of relief.

For the next few days, Takeshi Yamamoto was doing basic introductory training in kendo, and with his strong motor nerves and talent, he learned kendo very quickly.

Tsuyoshi Yamamoto occasionally came to supervise his son's training, but he did not teach Takeshi Yamamoto a deeper content of swordsmanship.

Until one day, when Yamamoto Takeshi had completely mastered the basic sword skills, Yamamoto Tsuyoshi finally couldn't help but say: "Son, your practice has reached a certain level, and then I will teach you the real Shiyu Cangyan Flow."

Takeshi Yamamoto was stunned for a moment, a little excited, a little nervous, and even a little scared.

\"Father, are you going to teach me that Shi Yu Cangyan flows?\" Yamamoto Takeshi's voice trembled.

\"Hmm. \"

Great, great!Father, teach me!\" Takeshi Yamamoto was a little excited, and it was not in vain that he had practiced so hard for so many days, and his father finally admitted himself.

"Don't worry. Yamamoto Gang glanced at his son lightly, \"Do you know why Shi Yu Cangyanliu said that he was the strongest sword skill?" Yamamoto

Takeshi shook his head, to be honest, he felt that the word "strongest" was a bit exaggerated.

\"Because the heir of Shiyu Cangyanliu not only has to inherit the sword style left by his ancestors, but also create a new sword style and pass it on to his disciples......"

Yamamoto explained patiently before continuing.

"Therefore, every time Shi Yu Cangyan Liu is passed on to his disciples, he will add new schools and sword style ......"

"But there may be evolution or degradation in the change, and the inheritor must constantly accept challenges in order to become the strongest among them, and the heir who is not qualified enough can only disappear with the eliminated moves."

"Therefore, after a long period of continuous elimination of the weak, the flow of the rain and swallow has become more perfect after leaving the strong.

Listening to his father's story, the more Yamamoto listened to it, the more shocked he became.

He knew that Shi Yu Cangyan was not an ordinary school of swordsmanship, but he never thought that there were such cruel rules.

Yamamoto just glanced at his son and continued, "Now, do you understand?\" Yamamoto

nodded.

Yamamoto continued: "There is one more thing, Shi Yu Cangyanliu's moves can only be demonstrated once, and if the learner fails to remember them once, he will not be taught.

"Therefore, once Shi Yu Cangyan Liu does not meet someone with both bearing and talent, he will disappear from the world. Therefore, it is also called the "Sword of Perdition". \

"\"Father......\"Yamamoto Takeshi listened to Yamamoto's words, and was a little shocked, doesn't this mean that if you don't learn it, Shiyu Cangyan Flow will disappear from now on!\"If you want to learn Shiyu Cangyan Flow

, you only have one chance. Yamamoto asked lightly.

"Father......" Takeshi Yamamoto looked into his father's eyes and said firmly: "Understood, I'm ready."

Yamamoto just smiled and nodded: \"Since that's the case, then you are optimistic, Shiyu Cangyanliu currently has a total of eight styles, each of which has condensed the efforts of the heirs of the past generations, and I don't want to destroy it here." Takeshi

Yamamoto clenched the sword in his hand, his heart full of fighting spirit, and he also understood what he should do.

He wants to become stronger, and he will do whatever it takes! He must not fail this kendo school that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Takeshi Yamamoto clenched his fists, his eyes shining with determination.