"This...isn't this appropriate?" Kitahara Hideji hesitated. This seemed to be a unique skill of the sect. Is it really okay to give it to an outsider?
Fukuzawa Naotaka didn't care, he leaned over and pointed at the wall of the study room, laughing at himself: "It doesn't matter, Kitahara-kun, don't look at me like this, I have permission to teach."
Kitahara Hideji looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a frame hanging on the wall. Inside was a thick-covered document like a certificate, with a large vermilion seal on it - Do not pass it on.
Kitahara Shuji was no longer a layman who knew nothing about swordsmanship. He was very surprised after he looked at the words on the document clearly.
This kind of thing, "Everyone is allowed to pass it on without permission" is not a popular thing.
In general, swordsmanship schools will divide disciples into several categories, such as paper cutting, catalogue, all-passing, all-passing, etc. If you insist on describing it, cutting paper is equivalent to a disciple who has just started. During the inspection period, just practice the basic skills.
, and the catalog is listed on the door wall, and formal learning has begun, and certain techniques within the school can already be acquired; Mageden means that the skills within the school have been fully acquired, and are also allowed to submit in external competitions.
The name of her own school - Fuyumi, for example. She didn't dare to sign up directly and say she was Ono Itto-ryu's Fuyumi Fukuzawa before competing with others. She could only dare to say that she practiced Ono Itto-ryu when asked by others.
Techniques, because they don’t have the title of Kyokuden, I’m not qualified to say it - the last one is even more powerful, it means that you can teach the skills of your school to outsiders without getting permission, that is, you can become a master.
, has the qualifications to open a dojo and accept disciples.
On this basis, you can even establish a sect and create a new branch such as Fukuzawa Itto-ryu.
Naotaka Fukuzawa didn't pay attention to Kitahara Hideji's surprised look. Instead, he was in a trance when looking at the "Important Letter", as if he was recalling those prosperous years in the past. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and turn his head.
Looking at Kitahara Shuji, he smiled and said: "So take it, this is my summary of Itto-ryu swordsmanship. Take it back and read it to relieve your boredom. That book "Rigid Body Technique" was left by a good friend I knew when I was young.
, he is long gone and has no descendants. It is rare to meet a young man like Kitahara-kun who is willing to learn ancient techniques on his own. I think he also hopes that the manuscript will be seen by Kitahara-kun."
He finally said calmly: "But we can only take a look. Modern society has no place for these things."
Kitahara Shuji didn't know what happened to Naotaka Fukuzawa in the past. He always felt that he was very old and had lost his enterprising spirit. But it was not convenient for him to ask. He rubbed the cover with his hand for a moment and felt that it would be okay if he took it.
, after all, this was not for him to bear any responsibility - this middle-aged man was generous and shrewd, and it was impossible for him to hand over this rare book to him - so he lowered his head and thanked: "Then I will be ashamed to receive it."
Fukuzawa Naotaka secretly reached out to touch the wine bottle again, and said with a smile: "It's easy to talk about."
Seeing that he was about to drink again, Kitahara Shuji had no intention of persuading him. He thought he might be trying to drown his sorrows with wine, but he couldn't get over it like this, so the bully's eldest daughter forced him to drink mash.
He felt that there was nothing to do if he stayed here, so he bowed and said, "Mr. Fuze, I'll take my leave first."
Fukuzawa Naotaka had no intention of getting up to see him off. He just bowed his head and said, "Kitahara-kun, please go slowly."
Before leaving, Kitahara Shuji looked back at the room and found Fukuzawa Naotaka lying crookedly again, with a slightly swaying shadow on his body. The whole person looked extremely gloomy. He couldn't help but shook his head slightly - although he was not a swordsman.
, but he could feel that the man in the room could no longer hold the sword. Maybe it was his physical weakness that caused him to lose his self-confidence, maybe it was the repeated failures that destroyed his fighting spirit, maybe it was the loss of his beloved wife that made him feel despair. In short,
, he no longer had the energy to hold the sword forward and cut through everything.
Based on his current state, Kitahara Shuji suspected that he might not be able to defeat that little carrot-headed Fuyumi. At least that annoying guy was very competitive and wanted to take revenge even after being beaten until he burst into tears.
This man even jokingly calls himself a swordsman, but in fact he is just a decadent middle-aged man - without his sharpness, without the sword of will that cuts through everything in his heart, even if he holds a peerless magic weapon in his hand, he can only hold a sword.
It's just a metal rod, so you can't really be called a swordsman.
Kitahara Shuji shook his head and went to change clothes, then found a big plastic bag and carefully wrapped the book. Then he stood in front of the Pure House and scratched his head while looking at the heavy rain - the weather was bad today and the business hours ended early.
, he doesn’t intend to just hang out here to make money, but now it’s windy and rainy, do he want to go back in the rain?
"Are you leaving?" He was upset when he heard Haruna's calm voice behind him.
Kitahara Shuji had a good impression of Haruna. He didn't like Fuyumi to vent his anger on others. In his opinion, both Yuki and Haruna were pretty good children. He smiled and replied: "Yes, it's the rain..."
The rain outside the door was blown by the wind, sometimes standing upright, sometimes slanting, and sometimes sweeping across. It was really useless to hold an umbrella.
Haruna silently took out a split raincoat with sleeves for him, and handed him a bag of broken meat bones to feed the dog. She said quietly: "The dog food is packed, and the raincoat was given to me by my eldest sister.
your."
"who?"
"Sister Fuyumi."
Kitahara Shuji burst into laughter. He dared to bet his head that this was absolutely impossible. How could that little carrot head be so kind? It would have been nice if she didn't stand on the second floor and pour a basin of water on his feet while he was in the rain, and also gave him a raincoat?
joke!
Haruna said with rare seriousness: "It's true. My eldest sister has a bad temper and has some problems, but she has a very kind heart and takes good care of the people around her... She has an awkward personality, but she is not a bad person."
Kitahara Shuji didn't argue with Haruna. Kind? That little carrot head was just a bastard plus level 3 stuff. He just chuckled and said: "Thank you, Haruna."
"I'm not going to get it for you, it's really my eldest sister."
"Whatever you say!" Kitahara Xiuji only thought that she wanted to ease the conflict between him and the little carrot head, but he didn't take it seriously. He took the raincoat and put it on, thanked the dog food, waved to Haruna and rushed away.
We got into the heavy rain, but the wind was very strong. After running for two steps, I was almost blown back by the wind. I could only hold on to the hood of my raincoat and slowly walk towards the station against the heavy rain that covered my head and face.
Haruna watched Kitahara Shuji disappear into the rain and closed the store door immediately. When she returned to the second floor and walked to Fuyumi's door, she hesitated when she looked at the cartoon character "1" on the nameplate held by the little bear on the door.
He opened the door and said, "Sister, I gave him the raincoat."
Fuyumi was studying, she didn't even raise her head, she just said "I understand".
Haruna sighed softly: "Sister, why don't you go and apologize directly?"
Fuyumi then turned around, took off her black-rimmed glasses, and said with a strange expression: "What are you talking about? I didn't give him the raincoat to apologize! I was afraid that he would come here with a cold and infect our whole family.
Now the medicine is so expensive, the whole family can still die from the loss if they take the medicine together."
"Sister, can't you be more frank?"
"Where am I not being frank? Haruna, let me tell you, as a human being, I would rather let others hate you and fear you, even if they hate you, but I must not let others despise you! The more he hates me, the happier I am. I am happy when he makes me happy.
I feel uncomfortable, but I have absolutely no intention of apologizing!"
Fuyumi's expression was very serious. After teaching her sister her life creed, she curled her lips and said, "Besides, he is my lifelong enemy. I have told him a long time ago. He deserves to be unprepared. It was him who got stabbed."
I asked for it, I have no reason to apologize! I’m still cursing him for falling into the sewer! Hahahaha!”
She looked up to the sky and laughed three times. She turned around and put on her glasses to read a book. She waved her hands behind her back and said, "Go, go, I'm going to study. I have a lot of housework to do later! Find me a note before going to bed."
Me, help me pull my legs, persistence is the most important thing, I must grow to 1.5 meters this year, and then I will make those who laugh at me look good!"