I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

The knife used by 　　Mamiya is not a bargain that can be bought by ordinary people on the market.

The knife in his palm is called "Wuzhou Shirezumi Fujiwara Isichi". Although it is not a big sword that is powerful enough to make countless swordsmen go crazy for it, it is far superior to the ordinary knives in the market in terms of quality. Above, it is not a problem to sell it on the market, and sell hundreds of taels.

　　 However, this knife, which can sell hundreds of taels on the market, is now scarred, while the Vairocana used by Wen Xian is unscathed.

　　 For this result, Mamiya was not surprised.

　　 Although he has never used Vairocana, Wenxian holds Vairocana in a waving gesture, which he has seen countless times before.

　　 What a powerful sword Vairocana was, Mamiya knew clearly in his heart. This is his grandfather, Yamada Asaemon's sixth generation, who took the initiative to use all his contacts and spent nearly a thousand dollars to cast a tough and sharp knife. It is not his hand in this mere "Wushu Shige". Sumi Fujiwara is one" can contend.

　　 I had expected that my sword must now be a scarred Mamiya. After glancing at the sword in his palm, he turned his gaze back to Wen Xian's body.

　　—Should... how to beat him...

　　Mamiya's expression is very solemn now.

　　 It wasn't because the Sabre had damaged his eyes that his expression was dignified-it was because Wen Xian easily blocked his best sword-drawing technique that he had just placed high hopes for.

"Your swordsmanship has become different from the past." Wen Xian suddenly said at this time, "Did you add your own new understanding on the basis of the swordsmanship I taught you? Also, your weird What is the breathing rhythm?"

　　Funxian’s question was just dropped, and Mamiya responded—but instead of responding with words, he responded with actions.

　　 He switched his posture to the lower right posture, rushing towards Wenxian like a falling meteor.

　　 "Don't you want to answer..." Looking at Mamiya who was rushing towards him, Moon Xian calmly re-set the knife, "Forget it."

　　 Inside the basement, there was another explosion of gold and iron struck each other.

　　 At the beginning of the battle, he knew that this was a fierce battle in Mamiya, so he directly used the breath of the source that he rarely used to improve his concentration, and his chest rose and fell in a peculiar rhythm.

　　 Mamiya changed his tactics at this time-he now set Wen Xian's legs as the main attack direction, trying to damage Wen Xian's legs to destroy his center of gravity.

　　Whether it is unarmed combat or sword fighting, "whether you can stand firm" is everything.

　　 If you can't even stand firm, don't mention victory.

　　Mamiya’s plan was well-designed—but in the face of an attack from below, Moon Xian was still defending perfectly.

　　 Seeing that the fierce attack on Wen Xian's lower body didn't work, Mamiya gritted his teeth and switched back to the upper posture where he could easily make a sharp slash, trying to break Wen Xian's defense with the fierce attack.

　　 But the result was the same as the series of fights just now. His attack was either blocked by Wenxian or avoided.

　　 While Wen Xian is defensive, he is also like a poisonous snake, looking for and waiting for the moment of counterattack—just like now, when Mamiya retracted the cleavage knife, his body accidentally revealed a trace of flaws.

After 　　 sensed the flaw, Wen Xian's pupils immediately burst into light, aiming at the flaw that Mamiya accidentally exposed.

　　 Fortunately, Mamiya flashed to the left in time, successfully avoiding the straight stab, but Vairocana's knife still picked up some flesh on his right shoulder.

Although this kind of injury is not fatal, it still hurts very much, but Mamiya's expression is as usual, as if it was not his own body injury. After avoiding this direct stabbing, he quietly regrouped and continued to search for something. Defeating is the way of thinking.

　　Mamiya kept switching between different tactics, trying to find Wen Xian's weakness and defeat it.

　　 However... no matter what kind of tactics he switched to, he couldn't help but show his words.

It doesn’t matter if Wen Xian’s lower body is the main attacking direction, or whether Wen Xian’s defense is broken by a frontal slam, no matter what kind of tactics, nothing works. Until now, Mamiya has failed. Even if there is one wound left on Wen Xian's body, his body has already been injured by Wen Xianji in 2 places.

　　...No, it should be 3 times.

Just a moment ago, Wen Xian caught another flaw that Mamiya had accidentally exposed, and slashed his chest fiercely, so that there was an extra line on Mamiya’s chest, although it was not deep, but it still appeared a lot. Blood wound.

　　 "Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Mamiya, holding the knife tightly, faced Wen Xian a few steps away, while adjusting his breathing.

　　 Wenxian didn't take advantage of the gap where Mamiya was adjusting his breathing—because he was adjusting his breathing now.

　　 But Wen Xian is not gasping like Mamiya, only the breath exhaled from his nose has become a little rush.

　　—Why is my stamina still unable to improve...

　　Mamiya thought so bitterly in his heart.

　　 He also knew that his biggest weakness was his lack of physical strength.

　　Mamiya, he also tried different methods to try to correct his weakness, but I don't know whether it is due to physique or what reason, the physical strength of Zomamiya seems to have reached the highest value a long time ago, and it can't be improved anymore.

　　 Looking at Mamiya, who is now facing Bun Xianyao, Yoshisha's face is now full of anxiety.

　　 Even people who don't know anything about swordsmanship can see how the battle is going-Mamiya has completely fallen.

　　Mamiya’s series of attacks just now, none of the attacks were effective. Mamiya’s current physical strength is obviously not as good as Wenxian, and the knife in his hand is also scarred. After a few more rounds, it may be interrupted.

　　 downwind. Undoubtedly disadvantaged.

　　 If you don't think of something quickly, you will definitely lose.

　　 Yi Chao, whose expression was extremely complicated at this time, slowly appeared a little firm in his eyes, and raised his hand to the hilt of the saber on his left waist.

　　 He can no longer care about what Mamiya told him just now, "He has to settle with his father".

　　 He has made a decision: When it is really necessary, he rushes to help his brother.

　　...

　　...

　　Even outsiders like Yoshizhao can see that Mamiya has fallen, let alone Mamiya the client.

　　 Mamiya knew exactly what the state of his body was and what the state of his saber was now.

　　—It has to be... the winner will be determined as soon as possible.

　　 Next, if there is no quick victory, then to meet the ending of Mamiya, either the body can't hold it, or the sword breaks first.

His breath of the source is far from being trained to the point where he can freely enter the state of no-self like that of Genichi. Therefore, relying on "the realm of no-self" to defeat Wen Xian's tactics, he was caught by Mamiya at the beginning of the battle. It was rejected.

　　 I feel that Mamiya has used it all the time just now.

　　 What I have learned all my life, and every sword skill I use, can't hurt Wen Xian.

　　 At this moment... there is only one last trick left in Mamiya, and it hasn't been used yet.

　　Mamiya took a big, deep breath.

　　—I can only... use this trick...

　　Mamiya pulled a knife, and then slowly retracted the saber into the sheath with the knife in his backhand, and slowly lowered the center of gravity of his body.

　　 "Oh?" Wen Xian raised his brow. With such a classic posture, can he not see what trick Mamiya intends to use? "Are you planning to use the sword-drawing technique... How did I stop your sword-drawing cut just now? You shouldn't forget it?"

　　 "Using the sword drawing technique to deal with me who is best at drawing the sword technique... You can be regarded as courageous."

　　 "Okay! Then I will...come and try with you!"

　　 After that, Wen Xian also retracted Vairocana in his palm into the sheath, and lowered his body's center of gravity.

　　 Two people, only a few steps away, put on the same posture of drawing swordsmanship.

　　 Yismo looked shocked at the unheard and unseen sword-drawing showdown just before his eyes.

　　 When I saw that Yoshito was planning to start a sword-drawing showdown with him, a little shock appeared on Mamiya's face, but this shock quickly dissipated due to Mamiya's high concentration of mental power.

　　Mamiya's left hand gripped the scabbard close to the knife, while his right hand rested lightly on the handle of the saber, and his eyes were fixed on the front of him, maintaining the posture of drawing the sword and motionless.

　　 A few drops of cold sweat emerged from Mamiya’s forehead, and then slid down Mamiya’s cheeks.

　　—Can you... defeat Moon Hyun?

　　Mamiya asked himself loudly in his heart.

　　Mamiya knows better than anyone-how powerful Wen Xian's sword drawing technique is.

　　Because of his sword-drawing technique, Wen Xian taught it by hand.

　　 Every move and every style of his just now can't help Wen Xian, and whether his own sword-drawing technique can work...Although he is reluctant to admit it, Mamiya still has to face the reality: he has no bottom in his heart.

　　—I can only fight!

After 　　 Qiang suppressed the slight anxiety in his pupils, Mamiya gritted his teeth, and his right hand on the handle of the knife suddenly clenched.

　　 But at this moment—

　　 (Don’t get lost!)

　　Mamiya suddenly heard—a violent drink sounded in his head.

　　 This sudden loud shout made Mamiya's expression stagnant.

　　 This voice...Mamiya is too familiar.

　　 is Moon Hyun’s voice...

　　...

　　...

　　...

　　...

　　 "Father, how can you be able to use the sword drawing technique with such a huge power like you?"

　　 In the woods, Kurou asked Wen Xian in front of him, whose voice became a little weird because he was in the voice changer.

　　 "Without him, practice diligently. But if you insist on saying that there is any other secret... then it is probably because you don’t get lost when you are hitting the knife."

　　 "Don't be confused?"

　　 "Swing a knife is the most avoiding confusion. If you want to swing a powerful slash, you have to apply all the force in a straight line, and the direction of the blade and the direction of the force when slashing down must be completely consistent."

After 　　 finished speaking, Wen Xian faced a big tree in front of him that needed an adult to hug to hug the trunk.

　　 "Once you become confused, it will lead to incorrect knife path and loss of power. On the contrary-as long as you swing the knife, there is no confusion in your heart..."

　　铿!

　　 The clang of the blade unsheathed.

　　 Wenxian aimed at the big tree in front of him and used a slash that was so fast that no one could catch it. After a series of "wailings", the big tree slowly fell towards the ground, with an extremely neat fracture.

　　 "So, Kuro, you have to remember-no matter when, don't get lost!"

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　　...

　　...

　　...

　　 With the rhythm of Genzhi's breathing, his chest up and down squeezed out the turbid air in his lungs one after another.

　　 "Don't get lost...Don't...don't get lost..."

　　 Jian Gong 嗫嚅, repeating what Wen Xian once taught him.

　　 This sentence seems to have some magical power, and every time it is repeated, the anxiety in Mamiya’s eyes will dissipate.

　　 Only a moment later, in Mamiya's expression and eyes, there was no more emotion, only peace.

　　 Bun Xian, who was confronting Mamiya, immediately noticed the strangeness of Mamiya at this time.

　　 He was puzzled at first because he wondered why Mamiya had such a big change suddenly, and then his expression slowly became dignified, and he kept relaxing and tightening his right hand holding the hilt of Vairocana.

　　 He instinctively felt that Mamiya in front of him could no longer wait for him.

　　The text appeared only to feel that every hair on the body was erected.

　　 He smelled a dangerous breath from Mamiya.

　　 is like facing some big beast.

　　 But Wen Xian didn't feel the slightest fear.

　　 On the contrary—he just feels eager to try now.

　　His left thumb, which was clinging to the scabbard of the knife, tilted up, against the knife, and pushed the blade of Vairocana out of the sheath by more than an inch.

　　 And at almost the same time, Mamiya used the thumb of his left hand to push the blade out of the sheath.

In the five years since he left the Yamada Asemon family, Mamiya has continued to add his own understanding to the swordsmanship he inherited from Bunken. While improving most of the moves, he also added a lot of his own creations. New trick.

　　 For example, I am about to use this trick to Wen Xian now.

　　Mamiya once used this trick to cut down Feiyan swooping down. This feat allowed Mamiya to decide on the name of his brand-new genre of swordsmanship, which was born out of Wenxian's swordsmanship-Feiyan's residual heart flow!

　　 Just as if the two had agreed in advance, Mamiya and Bun Xian's hind feet slammed on the ground at the same time!

　　 The two rushed towards each other!

　　 Both of them maintained a posture of lowering their center of gravity, and rushed toward each other at a speed like a teleportation!

　　 6 steps!

　　 5 steps!

　　 4 steps!

　　 3 steps!

　　 The arms of the two are close, and the blade length is also the same. The two are almost within the range of each other's attack at the same time!

　　铿!

　　 The two drew knives sounded almost indiscriminately.

　　Because there was only a moment, Wen Xian did not see—the moment Mamiya drew the sword out of its sheath, a strange light flashed through Mamiya’s eyes.

　　 If Genichi was there, I would be very happy to see the light in Mamiya's eyes—this is the unique brilliance of light after entering "the realm of no-self".

　　...

　　...

　　 Two swords, one white and one purple, burst out.

　　 Jian Gong and Wen Xian crossed by.

　　 The two who passed by, keeping the posture of the sword, stood where they stood before.

　　 No one moved.

　　Time seems to freeze at this moment.

　　 After a while, someone finally broke the magical silence that seemed to have been "time still".

　　 "...Well done."

　　 Wenxian's lips curled up.

　　 "Lost to...your boy...did you...cough! Cough cough!"

　　 A few mouthfuls of blood spewed out with Wen Xian coughing.

　　 A blood line drawn from Wen Xian's left shoulder to his right ribs suddenly emerged, and then a cloud of blood mist spattered from the wound.

　　 "The trick just now...is your unique stunt...?" Wen Xian, still smiling on his face, turned his head and asked Mamiya.

　　 At this time, Mamiya, who was slowly standing upright, flung a knife, and shook off all the blood attached to the blade.

　　"Feiyan remnant heart flow

　　 Profound meaning

　　—In an instant. "

　　 "Setsuna...nice name..."

　　 Wenxian retracted his gaze from Mamiya and projected it onto Vairocana in his palm.

　　 After taking a deep look at Vairocana with a complicated and elusive emotional look, he slowly retracted Vairocana into her sheath.

　　 "It’s up to you to be its third owner... It should be very happy too... In this way... I can live up to my father... I'm sorry for this knife..."

　　 Wenxian threw Vairocana with the knife and sheath behind him.

　　 After crossing a beautiful parabola high, the sword fell straight to Mamiya's side.

Mamiya looked at Bunhyun who had thrown Vairocana to him with astonishment. After throwing Vairocana to him, Bunhyun was not tall, but it made Mamiya and them all feel like a seat. The body like a huge mountain fell heavily towards the ground...

When 　　 fell on the ground, Wen Xian tried his last bit of strength and said:

　　 "Okay... come and take my first level..."

　　Mamiya looked at Wenxian who fell on the ground with a complicated expression.

　　 Wen Xian fell to the ground, his chest still undulating slightly.

　　Mamiya carried the knife and walked slowly to Wen Xian's side.

　　 Then... Raise the knife high...

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　　...

　　 The next day, early morning—

　　 Yamada Asemon Mansion, in the room where the Buddhist altar of Mamiya’s mother was placed—

　　 Mamiya, where all the injuries on his body have been simply treated, knelt down in front of his mother's Buddhist altar.

　　 On the tatami between him and the Buddhist altar, the sword that Bunhyun gave him last night is placed upright. Their Yamada Asemon has inherited the family treasure for two generations: Vairocana.

　　Mamiya has been sitting in front of his mother's altar for a long time. When he entered this room, the moonlight was thrown into the room along the window, but now the sun was thrown into the room following the paging.

　　 (Kuro, you have to remember: human life is no distinction between high and low. Human life can never be measured by numbers. If you use numbers to measure the value of human life, you will only become less and less human.)

　　 The mother's teachings to him during his lifetime echoed constantly in his ears.

　　 Although her mother is the daughter of the warrior family, she does not have the thought of "no one except the warrior".

　　 Mamiya couldn't help but think: Maybe it is the completely different education they received when they were young, which made the ideological opposition between him and his father so sharp.

　　 The decisive battle between him and his father has been foreshadowed since his childhood...

　　 Wow...

　　 At this time, the paper sliding door behind Mamiya was slowly opened, and the one who opened the door to merge into the room was Yi Chao.

"The attendants at home are really annoying." After Yizhao entered, he first smiled bitterly at Mamiya, "Just now they kept asking me'how the Patriarch was injured', and it took me a lot of effort to send them all. NS."

　　Mamiya slowly opened his eyes at this time: "...How is father?"

"The treatment is over." Yoshizawa faced the altar and knelt down on the side of Mamiya. "He had his life back, but because of the serious injury, he had to lie down in bed for at least half a year, and the doctor said : This injury has damaged the vitality of my father's body. Even if the injury is healed, his strength will be greatly reduced."

　　 "That's it..." Mamiya whispered, "...Yisha, I cut our father like this, will you resent me?"

　　 "Of course not." Yi Chao sighed lightly, "Actually, last night, I was prepared that my father would be killed by you..."

　　 "I still want to thank you..."

　　 "Thank you for saving my father's life..."

　　 "Although my father did a very **** thing... but... after all, he is my father who has blood thicker than water affection with me..."

As soon as 　　 Yoshichao's voice fell, Mamiya slowly raised his right hand and gently stroked his left cheek, which was stroked by Wen Xian's rough hand when he returned home yesterday.

　　 Last night, facing Bun Xian who was still breathing, Mamiya raised the knife... but couldn't cut it off.

　　 Because when raising the knife, Mamiya recalled the scene where Bun Xian touched his face when he returned home after 5 years...

　　 Immediately afterwards, various pasts with Wen Xian flashed in Mamiya’s mind...

　　 "I too... can't escape the **** of family affection..." While the Palace of Time murmured, while putting down the knife in his hand...

　　 "...what about the child Atake?" Mamiya lowered the hand that was stroking his left cheek and asked.

　　 "She is sleeping soundly now." A few smiles appeared on Yi Chao's face, "It's been a long time since I slept peacefully. She probably won't wake up for a while."

Last night, after successfully taking Azhu out of the basement, Yoshizhao explained to Mamiya the reason why Azhu’s mental condition is still good: every time Wenxian gives Azhu the courage, he will first let Azhu drink a strong drink. The drug, minimized the pain.

　　 When Azhu regenerates his gall bladder, he is insensible, neither pain nor itching.

　　A human guts can actually be used for a long time, so Wen Xian takes human guts from Azhu's body on average every 5 days. Therefore, as of now, the number of times he takes guts from Azhu's body is not counted.

　　 Combining the above-mentioned reasons, Azhu's current mental state is still normal, and he is not mentally upset due to the frequent taste of pain.

　　 "Brother Sir." Yi Chao suddenly asked at this moment, "When Azhu wakes up, will you take her away directly?"

　　 "Yeah." Mamiya nodded, "If Atake and I stay here for too long, it would be inconvenient for you to explain to the waiters at home, right?"

　　 "And—I also have a new big family now."

　　 A smile appeared with Mamiya’s slightly raised mouth.

　　 "If I leave them too long, they will be worried."

　　 "Yi Chao, how about you? What are your plans?"

　　 "What can I do?" Yoshiaki smiled and shrugged, "Of course I stay here, and I am ready to become the head of the Yatsushiro Yamada Asemon family in the future."

　　 "Father has to lie in bed for half a year anyway." Yi Chao changed his tone of joking, "It will take one or two years to fully recover."

　　 "In a short time, this family will be my final say, and my father can't help me. Don't worry about whether my father will be so angry that I let Azhu let go and cut me with a knife."

"...Then you will take this sword." Mamiya suddenly raised his hand and moved Vairocana in front of him to Yisha's. "I am no longer from the Yamada Asemon family. This sword should be Belongs to you who are destined to inherit the position of Patriarch in the future."

　　 Yoshihide looked down at Vairocana in front of him.

　　 "...sir brother."

　　 Yichao said sternly.

　　 "You have always been smarter than me, don't you remember the grandfather's entrustment of this knife, and don't you know what your father's intention was for entrusting this knife to you last night?"

　　 "'Pass this sword from generation to generation, and pass it on to the most outstanding one in each generation of the family'-this is what my grandfather said before his death."

　　 Yi Chao paused at this moment.

　　 "Next is my guess, maybe I have thought about it a lot, but I think my guess is not impossible..."

　　 "I think... Father entrusted this knife to you... Maybe he wanted to say, "I did not do it right" for the act of depriving you of Yamada Asemon's family name for a moment of brain fever 5 years ago..."

"Father, in his heart, he should always agree that you are a member of our Yamada Asemon family, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com will only give Vairocana to him in accordance with the instructions of his grandfather during his lifetime. Here is the most outstanding you among the younger generation in the family..."

　　 "So-you should accept Vairocana, you should be your brother..."

After 　　 finished speaking, Yoshizhao picked up Vairocana, held it with both hands, and smiled and handed it to Mamiya.

　　 "Furthermore, in my heart, I always agree that you are part of our family."

　　 "If you don't follow Grandpa's instructions, if you, the most outstanding, hold this knife, I will feel uneasy in my conscience."

　　 "And—you hold Vairocana. I believe it’s not just me, even my mother will be happy to see this scene."

　　Mamiya's face showed hesitation, he looked at the knife that Yoshikawa handed over.

　　 Then he looked at the Buddhist altar next to him.

　　 Finally—he stretched out his hand and held Vairocana firmly in his hand.

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　　 The author himself is very looking forward to the chapters after tomorrow, because after tomorrow, the map of Kyoto and some old characters will be released for a long time.

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