In terms of scale alone, the Shun Nian Kendo Hall is undoubtedly the top kendo training place in Z city.

The museum owner's abdominal dissection almost played a decisive role in this.

After all, the title "Swordsman" is not something you can call casually.

Behind every swordsman is the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Unlike those senior professional titles in traditional industries, the birth of a swordsman does not require cumbersome formalities and official documents.

What it requires is something more difficult -

Strength, and recognition,

It is a powerful force that has gone through thousands of battles without being defeated, and is widely recognized by everyone in swordsmanship.

Thirty years ago, Kapukiri relied on his superb Iai swordsmanship to defeat five top swordsmen in the ring, and thus entered the Sword Saint Association and became the first local swordsman in the history of City Z.

With his reputation in the local area, the kendo gym he established also developed rapidly.

However, due to its overly commercial style, many unfavorable rumors about septorrhea have spread within the kendo community in recent years.

Yusuke didn't care about this.

As the sixth disciple under Kairihara, he maintains absolute respect and support for his master.

As a husband and a father, he also needs the income from the kendo gym to support his family.

He was ranked sixth among a total of twelve disciples. Compared to other disciples, he was not taken seriously by his master in the face of septorrhea.

Therefore, Yusuke cannot just focus on his own sword practice like his senior brother or junior brother.

He needs to take on some additional responsibilities.

The leading teacher of the advanced training class is one of them.

"well……"

Yusuke stood in the middle of the field and sighed silently.

When people reach middle age, many of the so-called dreams they had when they were young have turned into nothingness under the destruction of the weirdo called "reality".

The pursuit of swordsmanship and the title of swordsman are not as practical as earning a few more banknotes.

After all, the latter allows him to buy an extra piece of clothing for his daughter.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a hint of sweetness in his heart.

return to reality,

Yusuke's eyes scanned the field.

"One hour, twenty laps" seems to be a pre-planned physical training, but in fact it is just a test for him to understand the physical fitness of the students in the class.

Swordsmanship practice is not just about swinging a sword. He must make subsequent swordsmanship plans based on the student's own condition.

"This is good, I should exercise more usually..."

"This endurance is a little bit worse, I can only consider it to be okay..."

Suddenly, Yusuke's gaze, which was scanning the vast room, gradually slowed down and stopped in a certain direction.

He was a thin, dark-haired young man.

His running posture was extremely standard. At first, Yusuke even thought that the opponent had undergone relevant long-distance running training.

But now, this young man's speed is obviously much slower, and he even has a tendency to fall behind.

This can't help but make Yusuke feel a little confused.

He obviously looks like a professional runner, but why is his physical strength so poor?

…

"Hoo, ho."

Breathing violently, Nuolan swung his arms mechanically, his eyes were in a trance, and he just looked straight at the track ahead.

Sensing special abilities can adjust its body posture and save physical strength to a certain extent.

But it can't change his current situation of physical weakness.

By the fifth or sixth lap, he could barely keep up with the group.

After the tenth lap, he had no choice but to fall behind the team and was thrown away by a large distance.

It is probably only a matter of time before I am lapped by the leader in front.

The dull pain in his chest, the increasingly weak leg muscles, and every discomfort in his body reminded him that he was approaching his limit.

Maybe, it's time to give up?

Nuo Lan was thinking this in her mind, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Sato?"

He felt a little surprised.

The opponent's physical fitness is much better than mine.

After more than ten laps, I was still panting slightly and my breathing was steady.

But in this case, why did Sato fall behind the team like himself?

Nuo Lan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but focus on the other party.

At the moment, Sato seemed to be deliberately controlling his speed and running ahead of him.

He knew exactly what this meant.

People running in front often have to endure greater wind resistance and consume more energy.

Sato is helping himself.

Nuolan's eyes flickered twice,

The head that had been lowered slightly because of the thought of giving up was raised again, and even the steps seemed to be stronger.

Twenty minutes later,

In the last few seconds of the one-hour time limit, the two ran across the finish line one after another.

Nolan's body was almost exhausted. If Sato hadn't been supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground right away.

"Take a deep breath, don't stop, and take two more steps."

"Thanks……"

Sato's concerned voice came to his ears, and Nolan's pale and bloodless lips moved slightly. Before the words could be spoken, he was interrupted by the other party's cheerful laughter.

"Your posture looks pretty standard, but why is your physical strength so poor?" As he said that, Sato raised his hand to show off his biceps. "In the future, you can ride with me more often when you have time. I'm sure you can do it."

Ten laps and eight laps without even breaking a sweat."

Nolan smiled and nodded.

drop--

The whistle sounded again.

Yusuke strode over, his eyes sweeping over everyone in the room.

There was a slight pause on Nuolan's side.

He opened his mouth and said:

"That's it for the morning."

"It's still here at two o'clock in the afternoon. Don't forget to bring your wooden swords."

"Now, disband where you are!"

"..."

Nolan no longer remembers how she returned to the room.

His limbs were so weak that he could hardly even stand.

He just drank some water casually to dilute the smell of blood in his throat, and then threw himself on the bed.

When Nolan opened his eyes again, it was almost noon.

extremely strange,

With just a few hours of sleep, his body, which had been on the verge of exhaustion due to excessive exercise, had recovered more than half of its strength.

In fact, Nuo Lan has already experienced this while practicing these days.

He had some guesses in his mind.

The average physical fitness of humans in the world of One Piece is far better than that of humans on earth.

Coupled with the subtle coordination effect of sensory abilities,

My body's recovery ability seems to be much stronger than before the time travel.

Many small injuries will scab over and fall off in just one night, leaving no scars at all.

Even for serious injuries like those suffered on a pirate ship, which require a long period of recovery, the recovery speed is far beyond ordinary.

Maybe you can do something about it?
Chapter completed!