Although the names of kendo schools are as numerous and confusing as Japanese names, after all, the names can be used to distinguish its general inheritance, especially the famous dojos in the Edo period. The inheritance is basically intact and is still very prosperous even in contemporary times.
There are many kinds of "mind" as the flow, such as the flow of spiritual thoughts, the flow of non-thoughts, the flow of empty thoughts, the flow of remembrance... and even the flow of mental thoughts, but what the hell is the flow of remembrance? The flow of empty thoughts!
Kazuyo Sorayama, an "industry insider", really doesn't know what kind of inheritance the so-called "Sorayama Kamikawa" belongs to. The most important thing is why it is Sorayama instead of Akiyama, Nishiyama, Katayama, Hirayama, Okayama, Takayama, Uchiyama, and Ze
Mountain, Black Mountain, Yamagishi, Okuyama... so much so that the name of this genre makes me sound very uncomfortable.
However, looking at the dilapidated appearance of the gymnasium, it has never been a big trend, and it may have disappeared in later generations.
After receiving a set of blue gi uniforms that were standard in Kian-ryu, Sorayama Kazuyo put them on skillfully and tied the Ichimonji knot casually. The skillful movements made the curator Ohno Fuji look thoughtful: This technique must not be that of ordinary villagers or ordinary people.
Businessmen are either warriors or masters who have been practicing in gyms for a long time!
"I would like to ask Mr. Sorayama, why did you come to our scene? Why did you suddenly fall into the water again?" Teacher Kira asked.
Kazuyo Sorayama's expression remained calm and he replied calmly: "I'm sorry, I can't explain it clearly."
"This..." Everyone was stunned.
In fact, this kind of answer is quite unreasonable. Appearing at someone else's dojo out of thin air and refusing to tell the reason is equivalent to breaking into someone else's house. When the owner wants to ask for the reason, he replies "I won't tell you." It is a very provocative behavior!
If he hadn't seen the aura emanating from Kazuha Sorayama, Kira would have stood up and taught this ungrateful guy a lesson without hesitation.
Director Ohno Fuji waved his hand to stop the commotion of the disciples, and said warmly: "In that case, please help yourself. The clothes of the dojo will be given to you. As long as you don't wear the Taoist uniforms I want to do, you can do anything wrong."
, after all, 'things in the world are impermanent, thoughts arise from fate', so it may be a good word to say goodbye to you."
Kazuyo Sorayama glanced at Ohno Fujiha in surprise. Originally, he had already prepared to rush out after a disagreement. For the sake of the other party saving his life, he would not hurt them and seek repayment in the future.
I never expected to be sent out as a gift like this.
He would pay at his own risk that if someone just broke into his dojo and dared to be so unreasonable, it would be the end of his kindness to not beat him up and throw him out the door.
Interesting and interesting. Sorayama Kazuha chuckled: "My surname is Sorayama, and it seems that I am destined to be with your gym. How about this, I can give you some guidance as a thank you gift for saving me and giving me clothes."
"guide?"
"good."
In Kazuyo Sorayama's view, there are only two teachers in black in the entire gym who can be called swordsmen. The gym leader is also a master, but his martial arts skills are still far behind the Ronin Sanjuro in the previous world. He uses his own cultivation as a guide.
It can be said that they have a great opportunity for this gym.
But in the ears of the curator, this is not the case at all!
Ohno Fuji frowned slightly and said to himself: "In front of you, there is Serizawa who is fighting hard, and in the back, there is this person in front of me who does not know what is good or bad. What is wrong with the world? Do you think that my dojo is in ruins and you don't care? I just want to pass on the inheritance.
The senior martial arts are just trying to carry forward the school."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and anger in his heart, and said: "Your Excellency Kongshan, although my Kongshan Nianyan Ryu is not well-known, it is also an ancient swordsmanship passed down to this day from the Warring States Period. Although the secrets of the school cannot be said to be earth-shattering, in
This school in Edo is also said to be extremely powerful. May I ask which school you practice? Swords have no eyes, so please don’t be impulsive."
What Ono Fuji means is, don't look down upon our dojo since you were young and think it was the wild fox style in the Edo countryside. We have the inheritance! If you are not good at martial arts and still force yourself to perform, don't blame me if you get hurt.
Sorayama Kazuyo smiled slightly, "I practice 'Wo-ryu'."
I flow means taking "I" as the flow!
"Arrogant! How unreasonable!" Torataro couldn't help shouting, jumped up, grabbed a wooden sword from the shelf and threw it to Sorayama Kazuha. He also walked to the center of the hall holding the wooden sword, "Let's make a move.
Let me see how you direct!”
The fiery Torataro doesn't care whether Sorayama Kazuha is a master or not. It's not like he has never competed with curator-level figures. Although he failed mostly, there is still hope of winning when the tricks are exchanged. Therefore, even after the recent "violent tiger"
Serizawa Kamo, a master of Shinto Muken-ryu who is famous throughout Edo, dares to fight him!
Kazuyo Sorayama took the wooden sword and did not stand up. He lowered his head and knelt down with the wooden sword in his hand. His hoarse voice was indescribably casual: "If your sword touches me anywhere, you will win. If you can force me,
You win if you leave where you are."
All the disciples in the hall were shocked when they heard this and couldn't help but show angry faces. No matter how well-mannered Ohno Fuji was, he couldn't help but have veins jumping on his forehead. He made up his mind that once this extremely arrogant guy was defeated, he would be severely humiliated.
Torataro was so angry that he didn't care about etiquette and shouted angrily: "Watch the move!" The wooden sword stabbed Sorayama Ichiha's front door directly. Sorayama Ichiha didn't even raise his head, but turned slightly to avoid the wooden sword.
, let the opponent's sword wind lift up a few hair strands.
At the same time, raise your elbow and raise your sword diagonally upward with your backhand, with the tip of the sword pointed at the opponent's abdomen.
This sword is not fast, it can even be said to be quite slow. It is just a matter of raising the arm. As long as the limbs are intact and the body is healthy, no one can do it. Even ordinary people who have not practiced kendo can do this action easily. Among all people,
It seems that Torataro ran into it entirely on his own initiative!
The curator, Ono Fuji, was shocked. Torataro was taught by himself, so he missed the disciples of Ryuuchiden. How could he not know his disciple's martial arts!
The degree of completion of this direct stab at Kotaro was quite high. No matter the pace, breathing, strength, or speed, they were all well coordinated. Even he had to deal with it seriously.
It is absolutely impossible to dodge as softly as Sorayama Kazuha and at the same time kill with one blow. You must know that if you dodge for a moment early, Torataro can change his moves, and if you dodge for a moment late, you will be hit. How precise judgment is required, how much
Confident attitude! Besides, he didn't raise his head, could he just rely on his feelings? It's scary!
As his opponent, Torataro was even more shocked. He took a few big steps back and gasped for air. Is it an illusion? This guy clearly didn't even raise his head. How could he... He must have been too careless!
"Come again!" Torataro didn't believe that he had lost so easily, but he also refused to give in. He took a deep breath, held his wooden sword upside down and bowed towards Kazuha Sorayama, saying: "I miss Sorayama Kotaro, the Ryuu Master. Please give me your advice.
!" "Come on." Kazuyo Sorayama took back his wooden sword and still sat in an upright kneeling posture. But this time, no one dared to show any contempt.
Torataro carefully formed the middle part of his stance, with the tip of the sword always pointed at Sorayama Kazuha's eyes, and his body slowly circled around Sorayama Kazuha, while concentrating his momentum, he looked for the opponent's weaknesses, and finally launched a fatal blow.
"The opponent's use of this posture may be a unique move in the school, and it must not be underestimated like just now. Then... if I raise the sword to strike, the opponent can block it with the sword horizontally on the head, and the same goes for sweeping the waist; stabbing above the chest,
The opponent can dodge sideways... right there! Even if he gets up to dodge, it's never too late!"
Torataro walked around behind Sorayama Kazuha, slowly adjusted his breathing, took advantage of the blind spot in the opponent's sight, and kept applying pressure. 10 seconds, 30 seconds, 2 minutes... Sorayama Kazuha remained motionless, and everyone's eyes kept wandering around Torataro and Sorayama Kazuha.
, and brought themselves into the environment of the two of them, they both believed that Kazuyo Sorayama would never win, without any reason! Only the curator Ohno Fuji stared at Kazuyo Sorayama with a frown.
Torataro decided to take action. He exerted force on the arches of his feet and touched the floor with his toes. In just one step, he stepped behind Kazuha Sorayama, and the tip of his sword pierced Kazuha Sorayama's tail vertebrae.
Finally, there was still something to be said for it. Kazuyo Sorayama nodded secretly, but his hand movements were not slow at all. His right hand holding the sword struck flatly backward from the right side of his body, just like a scabbard across his lower back, making a gesture of sheathing the sword and returning it.
The movement was normal, and the tip of the wooden sword just hit the horizontal hand position of Torataro's wooden sword.
Torataro felt the wooden sword in his hand shake violently. The strong force even made his hands lose their intuition for an instant. Fortunately, because of his strength, the wooden sword was not directly knocked away, but his body couldn't help but hold the wooden sword tightly and spin half a circle.
The sole of his foot slipped, and he fell on his back with a thud. He refused to get up for a long time.
There was a deathly silence in the hall. Everyone seemed to have invisible hands strangling their necks. No one dared to lift their breath. The only sound in the entire space was the heavy breathing of Torataro lying on the floor.
Sorayama Kazuyo stood up, moved his hands and feet, looked around, and whispered: "You guys come together, if you avoid my move, I will teach him the secret method of swordsmanship, and if you hit me, I will teach him the secret of my sect.
However, I want to remind you that being hit by me is very painful..."