After Fuyumi finished shouting, she remembered that the "murderer" who beat her and cried was watching from the side, and she suddenly felt guilty.
Kitahara Hideji pretended not to hear, after all, it was all a matter of sesame seeds and rotten millet. There was no need to embarrass the little carrot head if he hit someone or not, or exposed his shortcomings.
But Xueli is an honest girl, and she is still very serious in swordsmanship. She directly retorted from the side: "Sister, your strength is indeed not as good as before. You seem to be hesitant and timid unconsciously when using the sword now. Although it is only
It's a little bit as thin as a hair, but my feeling is unmistakable. There should be something wrong with your sword's heart! My father often said that when practicing swordsmanship, it's not the sword, but the heart of the sword. The process of practicing swordsmanship is to polish it.
The process of changing the human heart is to make the human heart crystal clear, tough, sharp, hard yet soft, soft yet hard, and finally turn the human heart into a sword heart. From then on, holding the sword will be invincible..."
Xueli rarely spoke at length, and what she said was a bit confusing. Fuyumi was stunned for a moment - of course she knew about her twin sister. Although she didn't talk too much, she always told the truth. Could it be because of her current strength?
Has he really regressed? Something happened to that weird sword heart? Was it taken away by him?
She couldn't help but cast her eyes on Kitahara Hideji - could she be really afraid of him in her heart? Has this guy become her psychological shadow?
It seems that I no longer feel as solid as before when I hold the bamboo sword...
Thinking of this, the natural stubbornness in her heart suddenly rose. She tightened the bamboo sword in her hand and wanted to launch a direct challenge to Kitahara Shuji, to prove that although she had lost to him miserably, she was not loyal to him in her heart.
Those who are not afraid of him are just waiting for the opportunity to accumulate strength!
But she opened her mouth a few times, and then remembered the painful duel before. The despair that her efforts and sweat in the past ten years were meaningless, and that she was worthless in front of Kitahara Shuji quickly filled her heart.
I dare not propose a fair and just competition.
People who have never experienced a tragic failure will not understand the unwillingness to be defeated in person, the aggrievedness, and the feeling of blockage in the heart. They will not understand the self-denial caused by it - are my efforts worth it?
I have suffered so much and been so tired, will I be rewarded? Am I already doomed to be a loser?
It is not without reason that many people fall into despair after a major failure in life. No matter how good they were before, they sink into obscurity and become living zombies.
It is very easy to say that you should get up again after you fall, but it is not easy to stand the test of failure repeatedly. If you fail, you will feel uncomfortable, try hard, fail again, accept your fate, muddle along, and be eliminated from the game of life. This way
There are actually countless people, and there are so many people in this world.
Of course, Fuyumi's head-on crushing defeat by Kitahara Shuji was not a major failure in her life, but she was only sixteen years old, and this kind of failure was enough for her to drink.
She stood there blankly for a moment, holding the bamboo sword and lost in thought - was the heart of my sword really ruined by that pretty boy?
Naotaka Fukuzawa glanced at his eldest daughter and was helpless. He had never thought that his eldest daughter was talented in swordsmanship before, so he didn't want her to take swordsmanship too seriously. He just taught her casually and focused on her hobbies.
Train her so that she doesn't take it too seriously - this way you can win and lose and be happy, and no one will take it to heart if you just play around.
But the eldest daughter has a stubborn personality. She practices by herself when nothing happens, and doesn't want to admit defeat. It wasn't until she was easily defeated by her younger sister when she was twelve years old that she finally turned her attention to other aspects - being defeated by her sibling sister.
She could still accept it reluctantly. After all, her father spent several times more energy on her sister than she did. She didn't think it was her own problem if she lost.
But after being defeated by an outsider of the same age, it is a bit difficult to complete the psychological construction again.
Sometimes it is also a kind of courage to frankly admit that others are better than oneself, and understand that life is not a single competition, but a comprehensive competition, and you do not need to always care about your own shortcomings - Fukuzawa Naotaka has always hoped that his eldest daughter can understand, but it is a pity that her eldest daughter can
But always want to get into trouble.
He let his eldest daughter think there, but his eyes turned to Kitahara Hideji, and asked with a smile: "Kitahara-kun, I never had the chance to ask, have you read the book "Ono Itto-ryu Okuji Jie"?"
His eldest daughter was going to participate in a sports competition. He didn't care too much and let her make her own way, but he was quite concerned about Kitahara Shuci. He thought Kitahara Shuci was the only genius he had seen in his life, and he was quite happy to see him——
It is said that famous teachers are hard to find, but sometimes it is not easy to find talented successors. Every time I look for them, they are just stupid and stupid.
Fortunately, he had some luck and gave birth to a talented child, which finally prevented his tributary from being cut off from the inheritance. But it was a pity that he was a daughter and had congenital limitations...
"I have studied it carefully, Mr. Fukuzawa. I have learned a lot. Thank you very much." Kitahara Hideji could only reply so politely. He couldn't be so kind as to give him a book. He said, "I haven't read that thing, so I just threw it there."
Okay—then let’s just say that we won’t be friends anymore.
"How many techniques have you mastered? Have you started practicing?" Fukuzawa Naotaka is still very concerned. After all, no one wants the techniques of their own school to be lost. It doesn't matter if one more person learns them, and swordsmanship is already declining in modern society.
The momentum is weakening,
"This... I have roughly mastered it and done some practice." Kitahara Shuji was embarrassed to say that he had basically mastered it. He had already used those techniques to meditate and kill people.
"Have you roughly mastered it?" Naotaka Fukuzawa murmured and repeated. The book he gave to Kithara Hideji was written when he was at his peak. Although it is not very sophisticated, it is the essence of his half-life sword practice, but it was written out of love.
The heart of talent was given to Kitahara Shuji, but less than a month has passed and this young man has already roughly mastered it?
Are you really talented or are young people just ignorant of what they say?
He pondered for a moment, and then asked Kitahara Hideji: "I just have time today. Kitahara-kun, would you mind letting me see how much I have mastered this rough grasp? I'm sorry, I'm a little curious as I get older..."
Kitahara Shuji didn't care. The books were all given by the other party. It didn't matter if he showed them to him. After all, he was also the boss of the current part-time job. He also took good care of himself as an international student and a foreigner. He would definitely give face to any small request.
He smiled and said: "Then please give me more advice."
Fukuzawa Naotaka was not modest either, and said with a smile: "If I just talk about Ono Itto-ryu, I do have a lot of experience. If Kitahara-kun is interested, I will naturally tell you everything."
As he spoke, he looked around at his daughters, but he couldn't choose a suitable opponent for Kitahara Hideji - his body was basically broken, and at most he still had the power of one blow, so he couldn't take it personally. It seemed like
The only choice was to send the second daughter on the field, but the second daughter's strength was equal to that of Kitahara Hideji. When the two of them were fighting each other with all their strength, it was a bit embarrassing and seemed inappropriate to ask the other to demonstrate the techniques they had just learned.
But he really wanted to see how far the difference between geniuses and ordinary people was. He hesitated and ordered Xueli: "Second daughter, you come to serve as Kitahara-kun's foil."
Yuki was a little happy to be chosen, but as soon as she heard about the background, she immediately complained: "Ah, you want me to be a target?" Her father asked her to only defend and not attack as much as possible to cooperate with Kitahara Shuji's techniques. Of course she was not happy.
What she hopes is to have a good fight with Kitahara Shuji, "I don't want to do it, I want to fight him to a bloody fight! That would be fun!"
Kitahara Shuji pretended that he didn't hear Yukiri's nonsense. Just listen to the meaning of what these two idiots said, and there was no need to pick out the words. However, it didn't matter to him whether Yukiri was a foil or not. He was just very proficient in using Ono's Itto-ryu techniques. So what?
How about it? I shamelessly said that I just have a super strong learning ability and a peerless talent in swordsmanship. I can't just label myself as an alien and have myself scientifically dissected just for this kind of thing!
He was about to tell Fukuzawa Naotaka not to be polite and let that silly girl Yuki go all out, but Fuyumi next to him suddenly spoke up and said firmly: "Father, please let me be his opponent!"
Naotaka Fukuzawa glanced at Fuyumi and said helplessly: "Daughter, let your sister do it!"
Fuyumi said softly but firmly: "I have been practicing Ono's Itto-ryu technique for almost ten years. Am I not worthy of being his opponent?"
She didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, she just wanted to face Kitahara Shuji again to see if she could dispel the haze in her heart and regain the sword heart in her sister's mouth. She tightened the bamboo sword in her hand and said to her again
Kitahara Hideji asked: "This is not a competition, there is no winner or loser, please allow me to be your opponent?"
Kitahara Shuji was not interested in beating the little carrot head, but he just showed off his skills and didn't care who the target was. He looked at Naotaka Fukuzawa to see what he meant.
Fukuzawa Naotaka pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly at Kitahara Hideji: "Kitahara-kun, go change your clothes and protective gear. You can use mine."
Kitahara Shuji was polite and went straight to the locker room. Naotaka Fukuzawa turned around and wanted to tell his eldest daughter a few more words not to let her act recklessly, but found that his eldest daughter had already gone to the court and knelt down in the middle of the field with her back straight.
You have to stay upright, close your eyes and stay still, and gather your energy.
Xueli didn't feel that her sister had snatched her opponent. Anyway, she was not interested in being a target at all. She just waved her hand and complained: "Dad, please drink less! It tastes so strong. You can't feel dizzy after drinking so much."
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Naotaka Fukuzawa led her to the side and sat down. He smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do if I don't drink. But I have indeed drank a bit too much in the past few days."
Xueli was very close to her father and said bluntly: "Please be careful. I think you are not far away from drinking until you become confused."
Naotaka Fukuzawa didn't listen at all. He took out the flask and took another sip. He just smiled and said: "I know!" He is quite gentle to his daughters now. He is probably really old - his mentality is old.
Haruna led Akitaro to sit down on the side, and put him in a seated position to show respect for Kitahara Shuji and Fuyumi, while two unlucky ones, Natsori and Natsusa, were crowded in a corner of the dojo, covering their buttocks and staring.
Fuyumi, who had her eyes closed and was concentrating on the field, was almost ready to cheer for Kitahara Shuji later so that she could take indirect revenge.
It took a long time for Kitahara Shuji to come out. Although he could be said to be a great swordsman now, he had no experience in wearing protective gear. He was sweating profusely in the locker room. Naotaka Fukuzawa did not expect him to be like this.
Such a strange thing, no matter how delicate his mind was, he never thought of sending his daughter to help. When he came out late, he thought he was hiding in the dressing room to rest.
Kitahara Shuji also stood in the field holding a bamboo sword and shouted to Fuyumi: "Please give me some advice, Fukuzawa-san!"
Fuyumi opened her eyes, and with a flash of starlight, she took a serious look at Kitahara Hideji, put on a headscarf, put on a visor, tied the laces tightly, slowly stood up with the sword, and bowed solemnly: "Please give me some advice, Kitahara-san.
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Her attitude has changed. The opponent she has to fight today is not Kitahara Hideji, but the haze of failure in her own heart, and the pair of cold eyes that Kitahara Hideji left in her heart.
She wants to get Kenshin back from Kitahara Shuji!
This is not a competition, and no one is giving orders. Kitahara Shuji performs a middle stance - the middle stance of Ono's Itto style. The sword is relatively closer to the body, and the tip of the sword is lower than other styles. It looks quite restrained. Wait.
He looked at Fuyumi, but Fuyumi did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, she closed her eyes again, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she took a big breath of air.
Fuyumi was currently defenseless, but Hideji Kitahara was not a graceless person. He didn't think of stepping up to give her a blow to the forehead, but just maintained the structure and waited patiently.
Fuyumi remained motionless, closing her eyes and meditating for a full five minutes. She bowed and bowed to Kitahara Shuji again, indicating that it was time to start. Then she suddenly jumped back in small steps, distanced herself, and knelt down directly on the edge of the field.
Put the bamboo sword into your waist, hold the sword handle gently with your little hand, lower your head and lower your eyes, so that the wind cannot move.
Xueli looked on and was a little surprised and said: "Ah? Why did sister use Iai to start her hand? Why are you showing weakness like this?"