On December 30, the eleventh year of Tenmon (1542), the Imagawa family held a martial arts conference in the Imagawakan Honmaru, allowing the relatives and martial arts masters of all families and clans in the Imagawa family to show off their skills, and also to encourage martial arts in the family.
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Yes, this suggestion was made by Shouguini. She felt that under the influence of Imagawa Yoshimoto, a family governor who indulged in poetry, calligraphy, painting, flowers, birds, and romance, the Imagawa family was moving closer to the culture of a public servant. If things go on like this, their armament will inevitably be weakened—
-Especially considering that the young master Goro Imagawa's favorite hobby is Cuju, the Imagawa family will not see the opportunity to revive martial arts in the future. In order to wipe out the family's decline, Shou Guini organized this martial arts competition
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"Do I have to participate too?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was thinking about it while he was sorting out his military uniform with Ginkgo's help - he hadn't worn a military uniform for a long time.
"You have already chosen the easiest 'bow skill', don't you just don't want to sweat. If you, the superintendent of the house, don't go to any one of them, wouldn't mother scold you to death?" Ginkgo gloated on the side with a bad smile,
He helped Imagawa Yoshimoto tighten his clothes.
"There is really no way..." Imagawa Yoshimoto sighed, reluctantly walked out of the door, and pulled Ginkgo out at the same time.
"What are you doing, sir? I still want to take a nap." Ginkgo also looked resentful.
"Go and cheer for Wulang, don't even think about being idle."
With Ryuumaru on his left side, Sosanzumon on his right side, and a folding fan on his waist, Imagawa Yoshimoto hummed music and walked into the main hall of Honmaru. He did not go through the main entrance, but quietly slipped in through the side door.
I want to avoid the scene of a bunch of muscular men exuding hormones cheering for me.
The dojo is divided into several areas. Some areas are for archery competitions, some are for kendo competitions, and there are several areas on the side for wrestling competitions. According to Shouguini's arrangement, Imagawa Yoshi will be allowed to compete next time.
Yuan took his family members to the outskirts of Imagawa Hall for hunting to test their riding and archery skills - Imagawa Yoshimoto felt troubled just thinking about it.
Imagawa Yoshimoto quietly walked to the edge of the kendo area, wanting to see how the current battle was going, but unexpectedly found that several martial arts disciples with bloody heads were being helped to the edge for bandages.
"What's going on?" Imagawa Yoshimoto frowned - he clearly remembered that before the martial arts competition started, he emphasized that this time he must hit the mark to avoid hurting anyone. Imagawa Yoshimoto walked to the wounded and said,
Looking at the large tatami where the competition was held, helpless complaints came to my ears:
"Okabe-sama is too cruel."
"Sakyo Okabe really knows how to teach children. He beat my nephew like this without any seriousness."
"This stupid kid doesn't even know how to stop."
Imagawa Yoshimoto saw Okabe Motobu standing in the dojo. The latter was holding a bamboo knife with some blood stains in his hand. He stood meticulously at one end of the big tatami, waiting for the next challenger to arrive. Light yellow
There were splatters of blood on the tatami, and one glance showed how cruel Okabe Motonobu was. In the spectator seats, Okabe Otsuna could also be seen standing aside with his hands behind his back - he had no intention of hurting his son.
Behavior expresses dissatisfaction.
"Okabe-sama, please pay attention to one thing or two. Your martial prowess is known to everyone in the Imagawa family, but you must not hurt the harmony!" Himura Ueha, who was making the decision, couldn't stand it anymore and started to do it.
He hurriedly stepped forward and reminded, "Until the point is reached, until the point is reached."
"What's the point? Fighting is about having a good time. Warriors don't know each other unless they fight, and it's better to have a bloody brotherhood!" Akai Kurotaka sneered at Himura Uyoha's remarks and snatched away his referee's hand.
Position, "Go down and let me be the referee."
"Not using your full strength in a duel is disrespectful to your opponent. This is the most harming thing." Okabe Otsuna was quite satisfied with Okabe Motonobu's behavior, and he protested loudly to Himura Uyoha.
"Yes, fighting with all your strength is the way for warriors to express their affection." Okabe Motobu also said, and at the same time he turned to look at the other warriors aside, trying his best to put on a kind smile on his face: "Tell me a joke, 'Hit me.
It's kissing and scolding, it's love, I'm loving you."
it's too cold……
A few years later, Okabe Motobu's ability to tell jokes not only did not improve, but actually made Imagawa Yoshimoto almost shiver with cold.
"Come on then, I'll fight you with all my strength!"
At this moment, a loud roar came from the side of the field, and Asahina Taimo jumped into the field with a somewhat exaggerated posture, holding a bamboo knife and eager to go up and start fighting. He almost forgot to exchange names, so
Xuancai was stopped by Feicun Yangyu.
"Son, fuck that boy from the Okabe family! Let them see who among the Imagawa family samurai is who keeps his word!" Asahina Yasushi on the sidelines could see Okabe Otsuna present, and he immediately held back his full strength and attacked Asahina Yasuhiro.
shouted. At the same time, he took out two wine gourds from his arms, stuffed one into Asahina Taichao's hand, and opened the lid of the other, "Here, have a drink before going into battle to boost your blood circulation!"
"Okay, do it, daddy!" Asahina Taito also laughed and opened the lid. He and Asahina Taito clinked their glasses happily and drank several large gulps of wine. But next to him, Asahina Matsuchiyo was actually quite small.
He also held a mini version of the wine gourd, tugged on his father's trousers, and pointed the small gourd upwards from a distance, as if they were clinking glasses together, and then took a few sips.
Asahina Yasutomo and Okabe Motonobu are also happy enemies. They have been bitter enemies for many years. When they really confront each other, they will show no mercy. They will attack each other as soon as the needle points are pointed. Although Asahina Yasutomo also developed like Okabe in adolescence,
Motobubu is almost taller, but he is still a little older than Okabe Motobu. His martial arts and strength are slightly inferior, and his swordsmanship is inferior in a hurry.
But with so many people watching around him, how could the decent Asahina Taito bear such a tone? So, he simply stopped blocking, and swung every sword towards Okabe Motobu - as long as he didn't block, he would
There is no discernible difference in swordsmanship. The worst thing is that one person will be stabbed at a time to see who can endure the beating - the bamboo sword cannot kill anyone.
After all, Okabe Motonobu was more mature and calm than Asahina Yasutomo. He didn't want the grand kendo competition to turn into a barbarian fight between two people, so he tried hard to fend off Asahina Yasutomo's attack. But in this way, the scene was naturally awkward.
Falling into the inferior category - because blocking is often meaningful when combined with counterattacks, but Asahina Yasutomo didn't care about Okabe Motonobu's counterattacks at all, but continued to attack mindlessly. And Okabe Motobu's level was not high either.
To the point where he could block Taicha Asahina's attack while stabbing him quickly.
Finally, Okabe Motonobu was stabbed twice in the shoulder and forearm by the desperate Asahina Yasutomo. The crowd of onlookers at the side of the field immediately burst into cheers. Okabe Motobu's confidence suddenly burst into flames - any strong-blooded person
No samurai would tolerate an enemy who was inferior to him in martial arts to take advantage of him in this way. Therefore, Okabe Motonobu simply stopped blocking and slashed Asahina Yasutomo's thigh with a backhand sword, whipping Asahina Yasuto.
Staggering - the latter also struck with another unambiguous knife.
What was originally a kendo competition suddenly turned into a test of your ability to withstand blows with your sword and my sword. Imagawa Yoshimoto did not want to continue watching the "death fight" between these happy enemies, so he left the sidelines with a smile.
After walking around and coming to another venue, Imagawa Yoshimoto saw at a glance the Ginkgo he had brought with him - the latter was sitting on the futon next to him to rest, but Imagawa Goro who was supposed to bring her had disappeared.
Traces. Imagawa Yoshimoto looked back and forth, and found the small figure of Imagawa Goro - he was riding on the shoulders of Sena Ujitoshi, looking towards the wrestling dojo, and his two small hands subconsciously grabbed Sena Ujitoshi's shoulders.
The latter's bun was messed up.
"Goro, get off Sena-sama quickly." Imagawa Yoshimoto waved to Imagawa Goro and raised his hand to take him off. "How can it be inappropriate to rely on others? You are no longer a child."
"No, I'm going to have sex with Sena-sama!" Imagawa Goro pouted and made a face at Imagawa Yoshimoto.
"You will be blessed in the future, Sena, if you can please the future governor." Imagawa Yoshimoto then laughed and patted Sena Ujitoshi on the shoulder.
"When His Highness and his wife go out, Odai-den always asks me to serve the young master, and we have become familiar with him after going back and forth." Sena Shitoshi nodded slightly with some embarrassment, "How dare you mean to flatter me?"
"Sir, he just said it casually, why should Sena-sama care?" Ginkgo stood up with a smile, then took Imagawa Goro off Sena Ujitoshi's shoulders, put him on the floor, and touched his head and said
, "Goro, it's your turn to play, get ready and see who your opponent is."
"My child doesn't want to wrestle. I'll get all sweaty and might get injured." Imagawa Goro pouted again, making a pitiful look, and begged Ginkgo and Imagawa Yoshimoto coquettishly.
"Father and son are almost cut out of the same mold. There's really nothing we can do about it." Ginkgo smiled evilly and rolled her eyes at Imagawa Yoshimoto and Imagawa Goro.
"You are so lazy, I don't know who you are like?" Imagawa Yoshimoto naturally would not give in to Ginkgo verbally, and retorted, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
So Imakawa Goro was pulled by Imagawa Yoshimoto and Ginkgo, and reluctantly walked towards the field on the other side - there was a place for children in Weiyuan uniforms to compete. On the field, a man of the same age as Imagawa
A child about the age of Goro was warming up and getting ready to play. The child had a white hairband on his head, with patches of brown stains on it.