379. Chapter 375 Art comes from life and is higher than life
Not long after, Tsuyoshi Fujiwara also arrived at the dojo, shouting loudly and urging the disciples to train.
Natsuki Amamiya walked out of the room in the dojo. He had already put on a set of dark blue sportswear. His long, light blond hair was tied into a neat ponytail. He also held a wooden sword made of hardwood in his hand.
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"Natsuki, why are you going?"
Fujiwara Tsuyoshi was stunned at first, his eyes fell on the wooden sword in Amamiya Natsuki's hand, and he suddenly realized something and hurriedly blocked her way.
"Get out of the way." Natsuki Amamiya said coldly, squinting at the tall Fujiwara Tsuyoshi.
"Are you going to fight again?"
Fujiwara tried to grab Natsuki Amamiya's wooden sword, but was forced back far by Natsuki Amamiya's sword.
"I'm not your disciple. You don't need to worry about what I do. If you don't get out of the way, I'll be rude to you."
Fujiwara Go's face turned dark, he pointed his bamboo sword at Amamiya Natsuki, made a fighting gesture, and said in a deep voice: "Master is no longer here, I can't watch you fall like this, if you want to get out of here today, come from me
Step over the dead body!"
Amamiya Natsuki sneered and said with a look of disdain: "That's fair and righteous, don't think that I don't know what your intentions are. If you want to pursue my mother, just pursue it openly. If you want to discipline me to please my mother, do you think you are?
Who? A guy like you who is full of muscles also wants to be my father? Stop dreaming!"
Huh? There is such big gossip?
Li Mengnan suddenly became energetic. He looked around and found that the other disciples looked as usual. It seemed that Fujiwara Go's crush on Amamiya Oriko was no secret here.
Being exposed in public, Fujiwara Tsuyoshi couldn't help but became angry. With a lightning strike, the wooden sword in Amamiya Natsuki's hand flew away, and then he swept with his backhand.
The bamboo sword stopped dangerously next to Natsuki Amamiya's cheek, and the wind caused by the sword raised a strand of hair on her forehead high, and it slowly fell down after a few seconds.
"Oh, you are worthy of being the acting master of Tiangong Dojo. He beat me, a little girl, so hard that I have no power to fight back..."
Amamiya Natsuki pushed away the bamboo sword next to her cheek with one finger, with a sarcastic smile on her face.
"Since you are so capable, go to Tanaka Dojo and challenge him! As long as you can defeat Tanaka Jun, I will kneel down and admit my mistake and call you daddy... The question is, do you dare?"
Fujiwara Tsuyoshi's face flushed red, his expression kept changing between anger and shame, and in the end all he wanted to say could only be turned into a helpless sigh.
Amamiya Natsuki raised her upper lip in disdain, bent down to pick up the wooden sword on the ground, and walked out of the dojo gate without looking back.
"Practice on your own... Zheye, you will teach Li Nan some sword moves and confrontation skills today."
Tsuyoshi Fujiwara seemed to have been drained of all his energy by Amamiya Natsuki's last words. He briefly explained a few words to his disciples and left the dojo with a lonely expression.
"Well, it's not easy to act as master." Tetsuya Ezaki curled his lips and smiled brightly at Li Mengnan, "Okay, let's not talk about this... Li Nanjun, I will give you some basic sword moves first."
Japanese swordsmanship was born out of the battlefield. It emphasizes killing with one hit, being simple and rough, focusing on speed and strength, without too many bells and whistles.
The so-called moves mainly refer to the hitting methods for different parts and the corresponding matching footwork.
For Li Mengnan, this routine-like thing is actually the easiest to master.
After only being taught once, Li Mengnan's movements were already as standard as a textbook, with no faults to be found. This made Tetsuya Ezaki, who became a master for the first time, very hurt.
"I hate geniuses like you the most. The meaning of your existence is to make us ordinary people constantly doubt the meaning of our existence, and then destroy the entire life..."
Of course, this is just a joke, Tetsuya Ezaki also knows that talent is something that cannot be envied.
What's more, he also saw Li Mengnan's efforts in swinging the sword ten thousand times a day. Those achievements were achieved with sweat, which made it impossible for him to feel jealous at all.
Once you are familiar with the basic moves, the next step is to fight.
Tetsuya Ezaki did not directly teach Li Mengnan the confrontation skills of Kendo, but first asked him to watch the battles of other disciples on the sidelines and understand it from the perspective of a bystander.
In any game, the person who can best tell the outcome is not the players inside the court, but the audience outside the court.
After watching the competition for a whole day, Li Mengnan suddenly discovered that if it did not involve a deeper level of kendo, the Japanese kendo was actually quite simple.
It can be summed up in two sentences: stand firm and take the lead.
To stand upright means to use brute force or skill to destroy the opponent's attack posture, leaving him unable to counterattack for a short period of time.
Taking the lead means changing moves to knock down the opponent before he can regain his ability to counterattack.
Of course, these two sentences are easy to say. If you want to truly attack like the wind and defend without flaws, you still need to accumulate a lot of practical experience.
In order to thank Tetsuya Ezaki for his dedicated guidance, Li Mengnan treated him to a beef hot pot meal after the day's training.
After a few glasses of sake, Tetsuya Ezaki became a little drunk, and his chatterbox opened up, and he talked endlessly.
"Oh? Ask Miss Amamiya, haha, she is a great beauty... Otherwise, do you think Master Fujiwara Dai can work hard and stay in the dojo without expecting anything in return? This is the power of love!"
"Of course, Natsuki is also very beautiful, but she has a bit of a temper... However, the previous Natsuki was quite cute, and she was just a replica of Miss Amamiya. It's a pity... you know."
"I'm not embarrassed to admit it. I like Xia Shu, but Xia Shu likes strong men. I don't have the talent like you, Li Nanjun. It's impossible for me to win Xia Shu's favor in this life..."
What young man is not sentimental? The seventeen-year-old Tetsuya Ezaki is at the age where he knows Mu Shaoai, and almost every word he speaks never strays from Amamiya Natsuki.
It's just that this kid, like Fujiwara Tsuyoshi, has never confessed his feelings to Amamiya Natsuki face to face.
Really deep love.
"Don't Miss Amamiya and Natsuki usually live in the dojo?" This question is too easy to be misunderstood. Li Mengnan also asked Ezaki Tetsuya while he was drunk.
Tetsuya Ezaki was stunned, as if he felt something was wrong. Out of his trust in Li Mengnan, he didn't think much about it and said: "Since Master Soun passed away, Miss Amamiya and Natsuki moved away from the dojo, probably because they didn't want to stay.
This is a sad place, I don’t know exactly where it has been moved... Well, originally I came to learn swordsmanship for Natsuki, but now I may not be able to see her in a month."
Li Mengnan didn't listen to Tetsuya Ezaki's bitter complaints, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Since Amamiya Oriko never comes to the dojo, there is no need to worry about the embarrassment when the two parties meet.
When we came out of the restaurant, it was already dark.
Tetsuya Ezaki was drunkenly talking nonsense, crying and laughing on Li Mengnan's shoulder.
Well, this time I am complaining about the college entrance examination. It seems that this young man still has a little bit of ambition.
Li Mengnan had been to Ezaki Tetsuya's house as a guest and clearly remembered his home address, so he called a taxi and took him directly back home.
Japanese people have a very special mentality and regard drinking parties as a sign of a man's broad interpersonal relationships.
After picking up the drunk Tetsuya Ezaki, Tetsuya's family did not embarrass Li Mengnan, but instead thanked him profusely for sending Tetsuya home in person.
After coming out of Tetsuya Ezaki's house, Li Mengnan suddenly felt anxious.
Sure enough, I drank too much sake.
He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a public toilet in a small park on the street not far ahead, and hurriedly ran there to solve his physical problem.
Perhaps he was too heavily influenced by some short movies. Every time Li Mengnan saw this kind of street public toilet, he would have the illusion that when he opened the door, he would find a woman or a vagina wearing a windbreaker.
But this kind of thing has never happened before. Originally, Li Mengnan had really little expectations.
Perhaps this is the so-called art comes from life but is higher than life.
When Li Mengnan looked melancholy at the toilet, a sudden harsh roar made his hands tremble, and he almost dropped the urine that flowed down onto his pants.
He was so frightened that he quickly lit a cigarette to calm down.
Just kidding, Li Mengnan has actually become accustomed to this kind of sound.
In Japan, there are already hundreds of thousands of bosozoku, large and small, and every night you can hear loud noises like bombers passing through.
Speaking of Bosozoku, many people's first reaction is that they are a group of delinquent teenagers wearing fat special attack suits, exaggerated airplane haircuts, and arrogant faces.
Although they look scary, these people are actually no different from the shirtless young men who drink and brag in Chinese street food stalls. As long as they don't deliberately seek trouble, they are even safer than those old ladies who dance in the square.
At least when there's a conflict, these bosozokus won't lie on the ground and blackmail you for tens of thousands.
Normally the roars and strange screams of the Bosozoku would pass by quickly, but today they unexpectedly stopped.
Li Mengnan poked his head out of the public toilet with his trousers lifted, and saw a dozen motorcycles lined up outside the small park, their bright car lights illuminating the small park as bright as day.
Li Mengnan's first reaction was to look back to see if he had entered the wrong women's restroom.
But then he realized that the bosozokus were not the police, and it was not their business to maintain social norms and arrest idiots.
He probably caught up with a gathering within a certain Bosozoku organization.
Just like ordinary people can't stand Shamat, the Bosozoku group is also extremely xenophobic.
Especially in private gatherings like this, outsiders are absolutely not allowed to watch.
Li Mengnan didn't want to have anything to do with these bosozokus, and was about to leave quietly in a low-key manner. He accidentally glanced in the direction where the car lights were gathering, and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.
Tengu Natsuki.
The swing made a squeaking sound, and Natsuki Amamiya stood up, with the wooden sword in his right hand hanging naturally at an angle, and walked towards the group of bosozokus under the headlights.
In the lead, a thin young man with an airplane head held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Amamiya Natsuki's well-proportioned figure with great interest.