Chapter 122 Hiding the Weapon in One's Body, Two Days and One Flow (Asking for Monthly Votes!!)

The moment he saw Yunchuan walk in and sit down with a smile, Musashi knew the purpose of this young man's coming here.

Under that gentle smile, under that wide black robe, is the restless heart of a lion and tiger, that is a desire for battle.

He may not understand the truth that "a gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the right time to act. If there is a way in the world, he will show himself, and if there is no way, he will hide."

But he knows that an excellent swordsman only does two things in his life.

Sharpening the knife, and, drawing the knife.

Either sharpening the knife, or drawing the knife.

Sharpening the knife means hiding the weapon in the body, and drawing the knife means the time is right.

And the young man in front of him thinks that his knife has been sharpened, and now he wants to open his knife, and wants to cut and defeat something, so he finds this stone that was forgotten in the corner and covered with green moss.

So, Musashi has been waiting, waiting for the moment when he can't help showing his sharp fangs.

Now, this still young beast can't wait to bite the faith and flesh that he depends on for survival!

But...

"Are you too contemptuous of my sharp sword that I have kept in the sheath for decades?"

Looking at the smiling boy in front of him, Musashi's expression was no longer gloomy, and the corners of his mouth smiled inexplicably.

Raising the warm tea cup, he smiled with a sharp gaze: "The affairs of the country are in the daimyo, and in us, you are just a usurper. Do you want to test my sword to see if it is still sharp?"

There is still a flame in his eyes that has never been extinguished, and the steam of the hot tea in his hands has never cooled down even after decades.

"Old things, don't talk to yourself like young people." Yunchuan said in a gentle and humble tone, "My sword is not bad either."

Both of them put their hands on the swords at their waists, and the moment they sank, it was as if they drew their strength into the blades.

On the left, Yunchuan's side screen was painted with flowers, trees and tigers. The colorful tiger walked among the flowers and trees in the forest and chose people to eat.

On the right side, Musashi's sideways screen depicts a bridge, a well, and people. A prostitute wearing heavy makeup and red clothes walks beside a dry well on a stone bridge.

Between the two people, clouds and smoke rise from the spout of the pot and spread out. The two people on the left and right together form a very quiet painting.

This is the real Iai. Unlike the sword-drawing technique as a combat skill, Iai is a real sitting technique.

Kendo adheres to the principle of "Zanshin", which means to be vigilant at all times, but Iai is to be relaxed and lazy, and turn to the offensive at the moment of crisis.

Before the swordsman draws the sword, it is often so quiet.

There must be something to break the dead silence like winter water.

Perhaps it is a fallen leaf that breaks off from the branch and floats to the mirror-like lake, or perhaps it is a drop of rain that falls from the eaves into silk threads and splashes at the feet of the two.

Or perhaps the tea is boiling.

Ripples appear on the two cups of tea, and the extreme silence turns into extreme movement in the ripples, and the whole picture has sound.

Woo!

On the stove, the tea in the teapot was boiling, and the faint whistle was drowned by the piercing hissing.

Ka! Chi!

Most of the old man's body was buried in the soil, but when he pulled the knife out of the scabbard.

The blood-thirsty knife that had been tempered for a long time and had not drunk blood was unsheathed. The dim room was instantly dazzled by the bright knife light, as if one could smell the strong smell of blood oozing from the blade.

But when Musashi looked at the man in front of him with a deep look in his eyes, his originally strong body suddenly tensed up.

He saw a bloody blade, countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and smelled an extremely familiar smell.

That was the kind of killing heart that would use a knife at all costs to completely deprive the enemy of vitality and gnaw until death was stuffed into the opponent's throat and penetrated all the way into the stomach.

A young man in his teens would actually enjoy fighting so much?

"Ha." Musashi laughed inexplicably, and the smile on that old face was extremely pure, blooming with a strange vitality.

He might lose this battle today.

But this must be the most enjoyable battle in his life.

After laughing, Musashi drew his sword.

Eyesight! Breathing! Carp mouth straight cut! Pull! Cut!

Just like a compressed spring suddenly burst and shot out, Musashi drew a hazy trajectory that passed through the gap and slashed out a stunning Iai that countless swordsmen could not catch up with.

Like the spring breeze that cuts the willow leaves, it slashed straight towards Yunchuan's waist!

Almost at the same time, Yunchuan also drew his sword.

At a terrifying speed that even Musashi found unbelievable, he completed the eyesight and carp mouth cut, as well as the pull and cut.

Huchi!!

The robes of the two were blown tight by the wind, and the two sounds were like swinging silk threads, making it difficult to distinguish the order of the two.

Only two terrifying whistles could be heard in the wind, and everything in the way of the whistles would be torn to pieces.

The next moment, the tea mist between the two was cut by the blade, and the two blades collided.

Bang! !

The shock of the collision was like an explosion, and even Yoshitaka, who was outside the house at this moment, could clearly hear a buzzing sound in his ears.

The sonic boom and wind pressure exploded, sweeping across the entire tea room.

Even the fire in the warm tea stove was blown out, and the branches in the vase on the table withered and fell!

The tatami under the feet of the two could not withstand the downward force, and instantly broke into two pieces, lifting up high to expose the floor.

Under the dim light, Musashi's knuckles had cracked, and the deep cut was bleeding. The handle of the knife was soaked in blood red, and the wrist was slightly sprained.

But Musashi seemed to be unaware of the pain, gradually clenching the bleeding palm, and his left hand had already touched his waist.

Clang! !

Yunchuan mercilessly pressed down the long sword, and the remaining force slashed towards Musashi with heavy pressure.

Musashi blocked the sword on his shoulder and held the sharp blade tightly, but he was still pressed to his knees on the ground, and blood gushed out after the blade entered his flesh.

And the next moment, Yunchuan narrowed his eyes and retreated without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, Musashi's robe suddenly lifted up, revealing the second sword on his waist, which was shorter in comparison.

Swish!

The shiny sword was pulled out by Musashi, but the tip of the sword was close to Yunchuan's forehead and cut into the air.

Yunchuan's immature profile was illuminated by the clear light of the blade.

But without any pause, Musashi swung the sword again, slashing down diagonally, trying to cut Yunchuan from the neck to the left waist, splitting him in two.

But before he got close to his neck, Yunchuan blocked it with his sword, making a sharp sound of golden sword.

"Wakizashi?"

Yunchuan was not surprised by this move.

The combination of two swords, one long and one short, is very common among orthodox samurai.

Samurai do not talk about morality when fighting with swords to the death. When both sides hold swords and confront each other, pulling out another sword to stab the other side through is not considered a sinister means, and it is even completely in line with the samurai's way of winning.

However, when Yunchuan saw the sword in front of him, he raised his eyebrows.

Although it is the same thing, to be precise, it is not a wakizashi, but a kodachi.

"Two-sword style?" Yunchuan's tone is curious, and at the same time, he turns his body and hits with an elbow.

And Musashi's raised knee strike also hits at the same time.

Bang! !

The elbow and knee hit each other, making a bone explosion and raising wood chips on the ground.

Musashi, who was weaker, felt numb in the knees, and staggered back a few steps to distance himself from him.

But he quickly adjusted himself, stood firm and looked at Yunchuan intently.

"No, this is Niten Ichi-ryu!"

Musashi raised his right hand to hold the katana, and held the small katana in his left hand in front of his chest. His momentum became more condensed. He stared at Yunchuan and said in a deep voice: "Next, we will be serious."

He began to study swordsmanship since he was a child. He traveled all over the country to meet various samurai swordsmen and developed his own swordsmanship school. But after gaining the title of Sword Saint, he rarely used Niten Ichi-ryu.

Niten Ichi-ryu represents not only a kind of swordsmanship, but also a spirit.

Do your best and win.

But it has been a long time since anyone could make him feel like winning.

In the entire ninja world, he is the pinnacle of kendo.

No matter the samurai of the Iron Country or the young Hanzo now.

No one has gone as far as he has in the way of kendo.

But now, looking at the rising star in front of him who surprised him, Musashi rekindled his desire to win when he was young.

Come on, young man.

Even if the strength and speed have regressed a lot, I will never lose to you in terms of skills.