I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

"Hahaha…"

There was a pain in the chest that seemed to tear the whole body... Well, the body was indeed torn.

Should it be said to be lucky in misfortune? Toyotomi Nobuhide's knife did not hit his belly, but his chest.

If it is a knife in the stomach...the stomach, kidneys, intestines and other organs will be cut into pieces, and then flow all over the floor along the wound.

When Toyotomi Nobuhide swung his sword down, Genichi tried his best to raise the sword to block it, deflecting the path of the sword to avoid the sword being hit in the forehead, and at the same time dissipating part of the strength of the sword.

Immediately afterwards, the hard sternum and ribs blocked the slash for Yuan Yi.

Thanks to Yuan Yi's all-out defense and the protection of his bones, his heart, lungs and other important organs were not damaged too much.

However—even though the vital organs were not damaged, Genichi’s current state is by no means good.

Although the sternum and ribs helped Yuan Yi block the lower knife and relieved some of Jiguang's strength on the bone food, they also suffered a lot of damage.

The left clavicle, sternum, ribs... the bones in the chest have varying degrees of damage.

The pain from the bones made Genichi almost faint.

But what troubles Genichi the most... is the horrific blood loss...

The blood flowed out of the wound uncontrollably, and it couldn't stop.

The massive loss of blood made Yuan Yi's face look like golden paper, and his lips were frighteningly pale.

He tried to stand up and fight, but the pain was so great that it hurt to move his lower arms.

- Am I... defeated...

Genichi struggled to raise his head and looked at Toyotomi Nobuhide walking towards him.

—The person who took my head...is his blood relative...

-hateful…

- Can only... so far...?

Genichi felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes slowly became half-closed and could be completely closed at any time.

—I have dedicated my life to the sword... In the end... I still can't reach the higher realm of Kendo before I die...

- It's... a pity...

As Yuan Yi's eyes slowly closed, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed...

But, at this time-

"Not born in the same era as you... It's a pity. Although you are an enemy, I am also a swordsman for the time being, and I really want to see how terrifying your strength is when you are the strongest."

Genichi suddenly heard that Toyotomi Nobuhide, who was walking towards him at an unhurried pace, said this to him in an emotional tone.

"?!" Yuan Yi felt as if two sharp needles had pierced into his eardrum, his expression was startled, his eyes that were already half-closed, slowly opened round...

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(Who are you?! Why are you sneaking around in front of my house! Ha? Kinoshita Genichi? I don't have a relative like you at home! Go away! Go away! Ha? Are you my uncle? No uncle! Go away!)

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"...ha...hahahaha."

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It was very abrupt—Yuanichi, who leaned on the knife on the ground and knelt on one knee, suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"Huh?" Toyotomi Nobuhide cast a suspicious look at Yuanyi.

No matter how Toyotomi Nobuhide thought about it, Genichi, who had been stabbed hard in the chest, was now defeated - he really couldn't think of any reason to laugh when Genichi appeared.

Toyotomi Nobuhide, who couldn't help but be alert, frowned and asked Genichi:

"…why are you laughing?"

Yuan Yi slowly stopped laughing.

"It's nothing...just...thanks to what you said just now, it reminded me of something I told someone last night, it reminded me of something - I shouldn't be so vulnerable that I just fell down."

Finished-

"Well…!"

Yuan Yi firmly leaned on the knife, stomped on the deck with both feet, and slowly propped himself up.

I saw Yuan Yi's facial features twisted together due to pain.

Only to hear Genichi's voice turn into a moan in pain.

But even so, Genichi stubbornly tried his best to stand up.

"...Hello." Looking at Yuanichi, who ignored the injury and pain, a look of consternation appeared on Toyotomi Nobuhide's face, "Why do you torture yourself like this? Do you think you still have the strength to fight?"

"Exactly...that's it." Yuanichi, who was leaning on the knife in his hand, raised his head and grinned at Toyotomi Nobuhide, "I haven't... seen Xiaolin's safety with my own eyes... I can't... just fall asleep like this... "

"...Huh." Toyotomi Nobuyuki's face sank, "Then I want to see what else you can do with your aging and seriously injured body."

After all, Toyotomi Nobuhide accelerated Xiang Yuanyi's footsteps.

"Are you old and seriously injured..." Genichi softly repeated what Toyotomi Nobuhide had just said.

A faint smile, along with the corners of Yuan Yi's upturned mouth, appeared on Yuan Yi's cheeks—

"Don't be complacent... boy..."

"...Who do you think...the person standing in front of you?"

"At my age, I'm not...that easy to deal with..."

"You said just now: Do you want to know how terrifying my strength was when I was the strongest?"

"Didn't you... see it long ago...?!"

Genichi, who was grinning widely, had his body fully straightened by this time.

Even though he was covered in blood, he still stood straight on the deck like a mountain.

"My strongest moment—"

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last night-

"Kanshi, what's the matter? He suddenly pulled me here with a serious look on his face." Yuan Yi casually put his left hand on the Yangshen sword on his waist, his right hand behind him.

"It doesn't matter." Feng Mo rubbed his still sore lower back, and said lightly, "I just want to stand on the side of a friend and tell you some heartfelt words."

"Take your own words?" Yuan Yi chuckled a few times as if he was amused, "Look at your serious face, I thought you were doing it, but you just wanted to talk to me."

"Okay, then I'll be all ears."

Yuan Yi pursed his mouth in the direction of the temple gate.

"But try to keep it short. We'll be leaving for Koyasan soon."

Feng Mo nodded lightly: "There's no need to 'listen your ears'."

"I'm not going to start a long story."

"I just want to remind you: always pay attention to your body, don't forget that you are an old man now."

Feng Mo's simple words caused Yuan Yi's brows to raise slightly, and his expression changed slightly.

Ignoring the change in Genichi's expression, Feng Mo continued:

"If I remember correctly, Yuanyi, you are already 65 years old this year."

"I'm older than you, so I know very well what it means to be 65 years old."

Feng Mo, who was slightly hunched due to back pain, let out a low self-deprecating laugh.

"This is... not the age when we can let us toss our bodies at will."

"Physical strength, strength, senses, reflexes...all terribly weak."

"Many movements that were easy to do when you were young are now extremely laborious or impossible to do at all."

"In the eyes of outsiders who are not familiar with you, most of them will think that you are nothing like an old man now, and think that you are still the unbeatable 'juggernaut'."

"But in the eyes of me who knew you when you were still unknown..."

At this point, Feng Mo seemed to be unable to bear any more and pursed his lips.

After a pause, he continued:

"...No matter how powerful you are when you are young, Yuanyi, you are still a mortal, and you can't stop time from engraving the traces of the years on you."

"According to my estimation - physical strength or strength... Your current physical fitness is completely less than half of what you were in your heyday?"

"I didn't want to stop you from saving Xiao Lin on the grounds of 'old age'."

"I just want to remind you here: don't forget that you are past your prime, you are no longer young, and you don't have the power of youth."

The wind demon sighed lightly.

"I'm very afraid that when you went to rescue Xiaolin, your blood surged for a while, you forgot your physical state, and did something that an old man like you should not do..."

Yuan Yi has been quietly listening to Feng Moyan's sincere and sincere words, without interrupting, just listened silently to the end.

Until Feng Mo's voice completely fell—

"Hahaha…"

Genichi, who had been holding the knife with his left hand and his right hand behind his back, chuckled a few times with a little bit of joy on his face.

"It's been a long time since I heard someone tell me to pay more attention to this aging body."

Yuan Yi sighed softly.

"The last time I heard someone asked me to pay attention to my age... It seems that on a certain night six months ago, Xiao Lin asked me to drink less alcohol and drink more healthy soups."

After making fun of himself, Yuan Yi pursed his lips, then raised his head and looked up at the full moon that was about to rise to the highest point above his head.

"It's not young anymore...it's past its prime..."

He softly reiterated the words Banfeng Demon just said.

"...Kanshi, my life is completely dedicated to the 'sword'."

"Huh...?" Feng Mo looked at Genichi in confusion, who suddenly turned the subject to a direction that had nothing to do with what he just said.

Genichi ignored the confused Feng Mo, and continued on his own:

"Since I held a wooden sword for the first time in the sword hall that taught no outflow, I have fallen in love with the sword hopelessly, and fell in love with swordsmanship."

"In order to study swordsmanship and to achieve the 'extreme of swordsmanship', I did not hesitate to break with my father, disregarding the so-called 'Toyotomi's great cause of revival' that should have been shouldered by my eldest son, ran away from home, wandered around, and honed swordsmanship."

"My life is a life dedicated to the sword, a life of travel, and a life of fighting."

"In the past 65 years, I have cut down all kinds of people. I have challenged all kinds of masters."

"The swordsman who is obsessed with swordsmanship like me, the evil monk who has fallen into the devil's way, the obsessive ninja, the pirate of England, the French musketeer who claims to be a knight, the former papal guard who served in the Vatican, the tyrannical Cossack The cavalry, the Indian who nearly took my head with a tomahawk..."

"I love swords more than anyone."

"But it's a pity—the sword doesn't seem to love me."

A wry smile appeared on Yuan Yi's face.

"I have painstakingly practiced swordsmanship. In order to hone my swordsmanship, I don't know how many times I risked the determination to die and challenged the strong."

"But...since about 20 years ago, I feel like my swordsmanship has completely stagnated."

"It's like hitting a huge wall, not getting an inch any longer."

"After I realized that I seemed to be stuck in a bottleneck that was difficult to break through... To be honest - I was quite frustrated at that time."

"I am very puzzled: I have given everything I could to the sword, so why not let me climb a higher 'mountain' and see a new 'landscape'?"

"I can't get better with my swordsmanship - for someone like me who has dedicated my life to the sword, this is a very frustrating result."

"I'm very scared."

"I'm afraid that my swordsmanship will be so stagnant that I can't improve any more."

"However, the changes in the world are always so wonderful."

"When you are depressed and hopeless, a turning point may come suddenly and quietly."

"Not long after I realized that I was in an insurmountable bottleneck, I finally got on a boat that could go back to Japan and set foot on my homeland after 30 years of absence."

"Not long after returning to Japan... I met Xiao Lin."

Yuan Yi stretched out his hand and compared it beside his thigh.

"When I first met Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin was only 9 years old, she was only this tall, a little one... ah, although she is a little one now."

"When I first met Xiao Lin, I suffered a lot."

The source sighed helplessly.

"Xiao Lin has a considerable prejudice against me, my uncle, who had only heard her name and never saw her, and who never showed up after her family lost all the lucrative labor force and fell into great difficulties."

"As soon as you see me, roll your eyes at me or speak ill of me."

"Don't call me 'Uncle', but call me 'this who' and 'that who'."

"However—even though Xiao Lin treated me so badly, I couldn't help but hand over all my patience and tenderness to her."

Yuan Yi slowly put away the helpless look on his face, and replaced it with a gentle smile.

"I dedicate my time, energy...everything I can deliver to the 'sword'."

"The 'love' that should have been handed over to a certain woman, I also handed it over to the 'sword'."

"In the end, until the head grows silver, there is no family, no wife, no children and no daughters."

"I was alone for most of my life - until I met Xiao Lin."

"When I think that in this world, there is still such a child who can call me 'Uncle'... It's hard for me to describe my feelings."

"She's obviously just a little girl... But in this little girl, I felt a feeling that I had never had before."

The smile on Yuan Yi's face became more gentle.

"Apart from this emotion, I also gained... new power from Xiao Lin."

"This power is stronger than any power I have ever had before!"

A gentle smile still hangs on his cheeks.

But Yuan Yi's pupils, at this time, burst out with a "sharp" light that contrasted sharply with the "softness" on his face!

"When I think of Xiao Lin, when I think of it for Xiao Lin, I feel that I might even be able to cut off the top of Mount Fuji!"

"You said just now: I'm no longer a young man, I'm past my heyday?"

"Then you are wrong."

"Kanshi, once upon a time, I also thought that my heyday was when I was still young, when I was still at the peak of spring and autumn!"

"But I didn't realize until now that my hair was gray - my strongest moment was not when I was young, not when I overthrew Iga no Sato by myself, not when I fought back the Cossack army. ."

"My strongest moment—"

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"—It's the present where there is no longer anything but swords!"

The source of a sword that he has dedicated most of his life to the past is in front of him!

The awe-inspiring temperament burst out!

"Bring the horse here, boy!" he said.

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(...You finally stop clinging to the 'sword'.)

(In this way... the door of 'the ultimate in martial arts' can finally be opened to you.)

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-Um?

Yuan Yi stared blankly at everything in front of him.

The rain is still falling.

The wind is still blowing.

But all the things in front of me... no, what the eyes see, are completely different.

He can clearly capture the trajectory of every wind and every drop of raindrops.

Everything within his field of vision was invisible to him.

This feeling…

It's like the world is transparent!

But what shocked Genichi the most was not the world that suddenly became transparent in front of him, but the voice that suddenly appeared in his heart just now.

It was a voice he would never admit wrong—it was his own voice.

Too many doubts popped up and filled Yuan Yi's mind.

He also has no time to take care of these doubts—

"Heh, the injury is so serious that you can't even clear your head?" Toyotomi Nobuhide sneered at Yuan Yi.

At the same time as he let out this sneer, he had already stood in a position where his knife could slash Nakagenichi.

The sharp blade slashed through the air and slashed towards Yuan Yi's head!

Toyotomi Nobuhide was very confident in his blow.

His blow did not hold back.

With Yuan Yi, who is now seriously injured, it is impossible to escape his knife no matter what.

He smiled smugly.

He looked proudly at the blade that was getting closer and closer to Genichi's forehead.

However—just as his blade was about to hit Genichi's forehead, the smug smile on his face froze for a moment.

In his pre-judgment, Yuan Yi, who could not dodge his attack no matter what, actually moved half a step to the side and easily dodged his attack.

Not only did he dodge, he also launched a counterattack!

Genichi retracted the Yan Rong in his left hand into the sheath, clenched the Yang God with both hands, waved the Yang God from bottom to top, and slashed at Toyotomi Nobuhide's chin at a very tricky angle.

"Tsk...!" Toyotomi Nobuhide, whose expression changed dramatically uncontrollably, hurriedly jumped to the right rear, avoiding the slap in the face by Kai Yi.

Toyotomi Nobuhide, who jumped back, just touched the deck with his feet when he saw the blade of the sun **** stab at his throat again!

-what happened? !

Toyotomi Nobuhide hurriedly erected Jiguang Gusui, trying to block the blade that Yuan Yi stabbed.

But when he just erected Jiguang Gushu, the blade of Yangshen slammed violently—

-Fake action!

Looking at the sudden stop of Yangshen, Toyotomi Nobuhide quickly responded to the source—what is he going to do.

He subconsciously jumped back to the right, trying to open the distance between himself and Gen One.

However, Ke Yuanyi seemed to have predicted which direction he would retreat in. Yang Shen turned a thorn into a slash, and the former Fengchen Nobuyuki slashed in the direction of his retreat!

Toyotomi Nobuhide, who didn't have time to change his movements... was like a prey that actively jumped into a trap.

As soon as he retreated to his predetermined retreat location, he saw the blade of the Yang God slashing towards his head!

The sword light of the sword in the palm of the "Juggernaut" reflected the demon's eyes full of astonishment!

Like the moonlight that dispels the night!

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The author wants to explode today, but this chapter is really more difficult to write than expected.

However, it is difficult to write and it is difficult to write, and the final shaping of the role of "Juggernaut" Yuan Yi can be regarded as a successful completion.

Those who dedicate their life to the "sword", when they no longer swing the sword for the sake of "advancing swordsmanship", finally won the favor of the "sword", and have achieved what they wished to enter the "extreme".

Although there is no update today because the chapter is too difficult to write, the author still wants a monthly pass! QAQ

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