This cold weapons class was officially taught by Angers. No one was dissatisfied at all. Instead, everyone was very interested and eager to try it.
Miyamoto, who did the killing, distributed the bamboo swords to each student's hands with a smile and without saying a word. When handing them to Caesar and Lin Nian, he whispered: "
I am looking forward to the performance of the two of them, Gennaro Gattuso and Lin Nianjun."
Caesar showed no expression and ignored Miyamoto Isshin, while Lin Nian didn't say anything. The two of them seemed to be on the same page. Miyamoto Isshin didn't make any reaction, and he issued the bamboo sword respectfully.
After he finished, he returned to Angers with his hands behind his back, acting as a backdrop.
"Does anyone here know the art of swordsmanship?" Angers also held a bamboo sword in his hand. Only at this time can you see the thug figure of this old guy hidden under the gentleness and gentleman, a three-foot-nine-inch man.
Holding the bamboo sword in your hand is like grabbing a feather duster. Just looking at it gives you the illusion that it is weightless.
Five or six students among dozens of students raised their hands, and Lin Nian was among them. This ratio was considered normal, and the fact that there were five or six students was beyond Angers' expectations.
"Feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, hands." Ange slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand, forming a 'looking straight' gesture. Lin Nian's eyes lit up slightly in the crowd, even if
Anyone who has never studied kendo can see that Angers simple starting movement is full of charm and power.
After completing the eye-to-eye posture, Angers glanced at everyone, and every student subconsciously took a step back. For a moment, they all thought that the principal would step forward and strike with a sword in the next moment!
"Some people say that the importance of swordsmanship lies in the basics, steps, postures, and moves. If you practice diligently and continuously for fifty years, you can become a great talent." Ange slowly put down the bamboo sword: "But for you, five years
Ten years is too long, and this class only lasts for fifty minutes, so I will keep everything simple in my teaching. Has anyone read the Five Wheels book?"
No one raised their hands this time, and Lin Nian was no exception. He knew that "The Book of Five Rings" was one of Miyamoto Musashi's works, but he had never really read it. For him, kendo was just a temporary means of making a living.
One is not the whole of life, so naturally there is no intensive study of too much relevant knowledge.
Although no one raised their hands, Miyamoto Isshin quietly raised his hands after Anger. This is not surprising. As the head of the Kendo Club and a descendant of the Japanese branch of the Miyamoto family, he is familiar with everything about Japan's strongest swordsman.
It can be regarded as a required course.
"Yixinjun, do you think the Five Wheels Book or the Military Mirror is more important?" Anger asked.
"The five-wheel book is heavy." Miyamoto stopped and answered.
"Why are swordsmanship books inferior to war art books?" Angre laughed.
"The art of war comes first, and the art of swordsmanship comes second." Miyamoto smiled.
While everyone was at a loss for the conversation between Ange and Miyamoto Isshin, Lin Nian understood it. What Ange meant was very simple. Swordsmanship and technique are the means to win, and the art of war teaches how to win.
fundamental.
"Have you ever learned swordsmanship?" Angers asked.
"No, but I have learned some cavalry sword skills." Sigrid nodded.
"Then according to your accustomed starting position, what we are studying today is the theory of swordsmanship, not the basic skills." Angers waved his hand, and the students in the front row immediately stepped back to make way for an open space.
Sigrid took a deep breath and seemed to understand what was going to happen next. Caesar and Lin Nian behind the crowd all showed a fleeting look of envy in their eyes, and there were other people in the classroom who had the same look.
The third one is assistant coach Miyamoto Isshin waiting in the corner.
"Cossack cavalry swordsmanship like Systema?" Angers asked with a smile when he saw Sigrid holding the bamboo sword hanging down by his right hand.
"The principal is knowledgeable." Sigrid nodded.
"What is an opportunity?" Angers repeated the original question.
"To strike first is to take advantage of the opportunity." Sigrid replied.
"Then you attack first." Angers made a starting move.
Sigrid concentrated and stared at Angers, who was smiling. His steps did not move, and his whole body was as tense as steel. The whole classroom was watching him, thinking about the attack that might be launched in the next second.
At what angle, with what strength and speed?
There was a stalemate for about ten seconds. Sigrid stepped forward to break the deadlock. He drew his knife and slashed Angers' left thigh. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand to press the bamboo knife held by the principal, and slashed rapidly.
At the same time, it is intended to block the attack that the other party may resist!
Lin Nian in the crowd suddenly made a sound of surprise.
Sigrid's head exploded. The bamboo sword hit him in the head. His left hand was missing, and even the bamboo sword in his right hand was missing. Angers was standing beside Sigrid, holding both hands.
The bamboo sword maintained its downward slashing motion.
At this time, there was a uniform exclamation in the gym. Everyone's eyes were focused on Sigrid, so no one could see Angers' movements clearly. He penetrated Sigrid's attack like a ghost, and then
A sword hit the opponent's head.
"First, first, first." Ange moved the bamboo sword away from his student's head: "In a battle, everyone wants to seize the initiative. This is 'first', but we can be better than 'first', in the
The winning attitude of being first and first is to clearly see the opponent's "first strike" intention at the moment when the opponent raises his sword or takes a step, and then attacks the opponent first. This is the most advanced and practical tactic among the "three first" tactics.
."
Thunderous applause rang out in the gym. Sigrid was still a little confused at the moment. He didn't know how he lost. In ten seconds, he constructed the optimal attack route in his mind, and even counterattacked his opponent.
He had thought of all the ways to counterattack, but the moment he took that step, Angers read all his intentions clearly and won the victory with a better solution. If it were a real sword, Sigrid would have his head ripped open by now.
Already.
Sigrid bowed, put away his bamboo sword and walked back to the queue. Angers held the bamboo sword in one hand and continued his lecture: "So in a kendo battle, there will always be a stalemate for tens of seconds or even minutes, observation, feints, and fake moves.
, see through, the battle has already started before the sword is drawn, that period of freezing point is the "first before the first" snatching moment, which relies heavily on observation, foreknowledge, and the summary of combat experience. If you make a wrong judgment, you will be cut down.
Head; if your judgment is correct, your opponent's head will fall to the ground. This is what I want to teach you in today's lesson."
Which moves are more focused on basics or tactics?
Angers gave the answer in a simple duel. He advanced in the art of war and finally won with his moves.
"Try to see through, see through, and also try to feint and deceive. Soldiers, deception, this course is to teach you how to survive on the battlefield, not to teach you skills that have been practiced for hundreds of years." Angers glanced with a smile
All students: "Does anyone still want to try it?"
Lin Nian and Caesar raised their hands at the same time, and half of the students in the classroom raised their hands together. Even though Sigrid's tragic defeat was still vivid in his mind, it still couldn't stop everyone from wanting to challenge Angers, a living legend.
"There are a lot of people." Angre smiled: "Since there are many people, it is natural to set a threshold, Mr. Yi Xin."
In the corner, Isshin Miyamoto quietly walked to the stage. Angers walked sideways and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going to go out for a while to breathe. Anyone who can win the first victory of the Kendo Club Minister, today's class will be considered a success."
After passing the test, I will come in again later and try to teach that genius a thing or two."
The moment Angers walked out of the gym, a strange thing happened, and the number of raised arms was instantly reduced.
Everyone knows Hilbert Jean Angers, but they also all know Isshin Miyamoto, the head of the Kendo Department.
The freshmen's impression of Isshin Miyamoto was left on the Night Watch Forum, where a student with some nefarious intentions compiled a series of videos of the Kendo club kicking the gym, and the protagonist was the director himself, Isshin Miyamoto.
One man and one bamboo sword treat every battle as a life-and-death duel, and his attacks are extremely cruel and merciless. Kasaya slashes, horizontal slashes, and lion manifestations are all as vicious as if the opponent is to be smashed through the wooden board under his feet.
, just watching the video can leave people with a sense of impact of decisive killing.
No one wants to be hit by a sword from the front by such a person, even if it is a bamboo sword, because in the hands of such a guy, the sharpness of the bamboo sword is the same as that of a real sword, and no one would like to practice with it.
Sometimes I personally experience the pain of "die once".
However, when most people retracted their arms, there were still two arms raised high in the gym. Isshin Miyamoto was not surprised at all with a smile on his face.
The people who raised their hands were Caesar Gattuso and Lin Nian. With Miyamoto Isshin nodding, the two walked out of the queue holding bamboo swords.
"As soon as I learned that there was a cold weapons class for freshmen today, I took the initiative to apply for the position of teaching assistant." Miyamoto looked at Lin Nian with a gentle smile.
"Senior, the trouble with people is that they are good teachers." Lin Nian walked to the front of the crowd: "I call you senior not to fear you, but to respect you. I hope you don't get it wrong."
"I heard that the Japanese have a strong sense of class, but it seems that someone brought the custom to the wrong place." Caesar moved the wrist holding the sword as if to warm up.
"Have you ever learned swordsmanship, Gattuso-kun?" Miyamoto looked at Caesar intently.
"A little bit, I want to try recruiting with the principal and get some advice." As soon as Caesar opened his mouth, he told everyone what it means to be proud and fearless. When he said this, he was as relaxed as if he was going to have afternoon tea.
The words went directly beyond Miyamoto and pointed directly at Angers.
"Good momentum, Lin Niansang, this is the 'sharp' I told you. At first, I thought you were as proud as Gattuso-kun." Miyamoto took a step forward, and all the students behind him stepped back.
Everyone can see that the situation in the gym seems to have changed from a teaching bureau to a grudge bureau, and no one wants to interfere in this atmosphere.
The rising star of the Gattuso family and the 'S' class student fight against the head of the kendo club, which sounds very interesting.
"I'll go first," said Caesar.
Lin Nian did not fight, but took a step back and entered the spectator seats.
"Did Gattuso-kun come first?" Miyamoto nodded wholeheartedly: "Has Gattuso-kun understood the actual combat idea of 'first, first'? This is the foundation of the basics of kendo combat."
"I remember that you Japanese are a very hierarchical nation. In the workplace and in school, the stratification between superiors and subordinates is extremely obvious. This stratification is embodied in all aspects of your life. The most obvious one is the title.
." Caesar unbuttoned his school uniform jacket, holding the bamboo sword in his right hand and hanging it naturally by his side: "The title 'Jun' can be used between close friends, but it seems that the two of us are not friends."
Miyamoto said nothing and just smiled.
"And another way of using it is as a term for seniors to juniors, and superiors to subordinates." Caesar took his left hand out of his school uniform jacket, changed his stance, and pointed sideways at Miyamoto Isshin, staring at the Japanese man coldly.
Said: "Who are you looking down on?"
Miyamoto Isshin's eyes widened slightly. From his perspective, he couldn't see Caesar's way of holding the bamboo sword or the direction of the bamboo sword. A simple gesture hid all of Caesar's offensive ideas in the darkness.
, his own figure was reflected in those sea-blue eyes, as if countless blades had been pointed at his vital points.
Now the majestic power coming out of Caesar is so strong and chilling. What is hidden in the darkness is not a bamboo sword, but a real blade that can kill people. The moment he takes action, even if it is made of steel
It can also be cut open!
Principal Ange said it right, "Be first, first" is a theory of war, not a technique. A successful theory can be applied to all scenarios, regardless of technique or method, just to seize the opportunity.
In the deepest part of Miyamoto Isshin's eyes, he slowly put away his contempt for the noble son of the Gattuso family, and an unabashed smile of joy appeared on his face. He has always been a joyful person.
He would be excited when he met a strong enemy, and he would be scornful when he met a mediocre person. When he met Lin Nian for the first time, he couldn't hold back his joy and smiled. What I didn't expect today was that he showed the same smile when facing Caesar Gattuso.
expression.
Because of the lazy and indulgent style of study at Kassel College, he did not look down on most people, so he had never understood Caesar Gattuso, but he felt that today, at this moment, was the best way to interpret it.
Is this proud emperor a genuine genius or a mediocre person?
"This is the first time we meet, I am Miyamoto Isshin." Miyamoto Isshin tapped the hilt of the sword with his index fingers, relaxed the rest of his fingers, put away his smile, and looked at Caesar seriously.
"Caesar Gattuso." Caesar said, and then he took action without hesitation! He shot out like a crossbow, starting so fast that it was difficult to react. He stepped and sprinted, and his determination completely exploded, making everyone
The suffocating sense of oppression poured over Miyamoto Isshin, and everyone in the gym couldn't help but lean back to avoid the invisible oppression. It was a symbol of the powerful blood flowing in the blood vessels that brought everything to the extreme.
!
First, first, first!
With Caesar hiding his sword in his arms, the enemy could not clearly see his offensive. Whenever he took the first step, he would be the first to do so!