"'Kiichi'! It seems that his Sorayama Kanzaki-ryu should belong to the Itto-ryu inheritance. I thought he also belonged to the Shinto-ryu." Saito Shintaro murmured.
Japanese swordsmanship schools are extremely complex and diverse, but they are mainly derived from the three major schools of Itto-ryu, Shinto-ryu, and Yin-ryu. Although in the early days, the core of almost all swordsmanship schools was "killing the opponent before being killed", but after a long period of time,
In its development, new ideas have gradually been added. The most typical example is the new Yin-ryu that Nobutsuna Kamizumi has transformed on the basis of Yin-liu. Its core is the "living sword", which does not have the ultimate goal of killing people.
The so-called One-Sword Style does not represent the number of knives, but adheres to the core martial arts concept of "one hit to kill", which is to kill the enemy with the fewest moves in the shortest time and avoid being killed. Like Beichen One-Sword Style
It also belongs to the Itto-ryu school of ancient swordsmanship.
Saito Shintaro frowned in thought. Almost all the famous disciples in the gym yesterday failed and returned. When he heard the news, he could hardly believe it. There were nearly a hundred people. Even if it was not a siege, each challenge was not physical.
Mortals can bear it! Swordsmanship is not a master-disciple sparring, it requires a lot of energy, let alone defeating them all with one move.
Not only could he not be able to do this himself, but even his father could not!
Human energy is limited, and swordsmen are also human. The more violent the movements, the more folic acid will be in the muscles. In the end, it is not certain whether you can raise your hand. Unless...unless the gap in martial arts between the two is so big that it can be seen by the naked eye.
The degree of the gap is unobservable. Could it be that one leaf of Nakong Mountain has reached the realm of Sword Master?!
The more Shintaro Saito thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He had no way to deal with this matter. He compared the martial arts of both sides and realized that he couldn't win at his own expense. To be honest, he didn't even have confidence in whether he could catch Ichiha Sorayama's moves.
If the competition really failed in such a shameful way, the training hall would be over. As the second-generation master of the training hall and the recognized second-generation leader of the Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu clan, his identity had already destined him not to lose.
Never before has he hated his lack of skill like this. Shintaro couldn't help but recall his father's past teachings... "Ancient swordsmanship is a murderous sword. You can never become a swordsman just by training in a gym! Who are those famous swordsmen in the war era?"
There are hundreds of lives in your hands!"
"Do it again! Maybe you think it's okay to take a small step back to dodge the incoming sword, but this is a gym. If you were to put it on the battlefield and take one more step back, you would have been killed by your opponent's companions!"
"Do you know why I am still studying Orchidology in my forties? Because the battlefield in the future will be a battlefield of guns and cannons. A hundred swordsman squadrons composed of one hundred Saito Yakuro can't withstand a cannon!
But did you know that it takes forty years to create a swordsman, but it takes four days to build a cannon! The era of swords will eventually be eliminated. Japan can live without swordsmen, but it must not live without cannons. Unfortunately,
There are too few people who can see this now, too few..."
Father, although the decline of swordsmanship is a fact, that is in the future. At this time, can we use cannons to blast that small gym and that terrible swordsman into ashes? Or, should we hire ninjas to kill him secretly?
Saito Shintaro was shocked by his thoughts and blamed himself. When did he lose the dignity of the martial arts family? Can he still be considered a swordsman?
"It's not good! It's not good, Master!" A disciple hurriedly ran from outside the door, "The disciples of the sect who came from all over Edo have already flooded Sorayama with thoughts of them. I heard that there are still disciples coming from all over the country.
Come here and swear to kill 'Ghost One' to wash away the sect's shame."
Saito Shintaro was shocked, "What?! No, send someone to stop them quickly, I will leave immediately." "Someone has already stopped them, they are the chief ministers of the shogunate, and some were defeated by 'Kiichi' yesterday.
A disciple of our sect.”
Shintaro Saito felt a little relieved. If they really let them rush in and kill Ichiyo Sorayama, the Shinto Musen-ryu would probably be removed from Edo from now on. No matter how much the generals and daimyo admired his father, they would not tolerate this.
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After all, in the eyes of those in power, every swordsman is a precious asset belonging to all of Japan, and is no longer just a swordsman. "Gather all the disciples immediately and follow me!" Shintaro immediately ordered. Hope is not too late, but
Don't let anything happen...
Kazuyo Sorayama was sitting by the pond of the dojo, leisurely feeding the koi carp inside, paying no attention to the noisy shouting and cursing outside. He could hear clearly what everyone said, and it was nothing more than "Everyone rush in and kill."
"Kill all the empty mountains to miss the flow", "Have the guts to let the 'Kiichi' come out" and so on.
So what if he really came in? He wanted to escape, and another hundred people wouldn't be enough. If he really formed a formation on the battlefield and surrounded this place to echo each other, he would probably be killed based on his martial arts, but this is Edo,
In later generations of Tokyo, in such a densely populated and core area ruled by the shogunate, who would dare to do this? I'm afraid they would have been wiped out by the shogunate's army before they could rush in.
He was not worried about the bluff of these tough-looking guys, but he was very dissatisfied with his nickname! What the hell is "鬼一"? Why can't he avoid the word "鬼" everywhere, even though he didn't kill anyone? Or is his Japanese so poor?
No other words?
Ohno Fuji was obviously not as calm as Kazuyo Sorayama, he kept circling around Kazuyo Sorayama, looking miserable as he hesitated to speak.
"Don't worry, Director Ohno. They don't dare to rush in. I will kill anyone who dares to draw a sword. Don't worry." That's why I don't worry! Ohno complained silently, hesitated for a moment and finally spoke to persuade.
: "Senior Kongshan, should I go out and explain to them..." "No! Just stay here quietly." "But..."
Kazuyo Sorayama no longer paid attention to Ohno. After yesterday's sparring, it can't be said that it was a sparring match. In fact, it was just his unilateral abuse. Kazuha Kurayama has already understood the general level of martial arts in this era, which is far from even comparable to the world of Seven Samurai.
In comparison, it can be said that he was quite disappointed.
It’s not an illusion caused by my increased cultivation, but the swordsmen of this era don’t smell of blood! In the war-torn times, any ronin who wasn’t a determined and ruthless person would have wary eyes whenever he looked at them on the street.
Drawing a sword to kill someone after a disagreement is as easy as drinking water. Even Kanbei, who looks like a generous elder, can kill dozens of people in his hands, let alone a master like Jiuzang.
From Kazuyo Sorayama's point of view, even if all those who challenged him yesterday were to gather together to fight against the bandits, they would not be able to escape the outcome of the entire army being annihilated. Kazuyo Sorayama's idea of competing with Yakuro Saito has mostly disappeared. He is now
It was almost certain that the other party was definitely not his opponent, so what was the point of sparring? He didn't want to drive the Shinto Muken-ryu out of Edo.
"Let Torataro and Kira go out and tell those people that if they want to challenge, they must win all the people who wrote on the wooden cards yesterday. Otherwise, don't come in and humiliate yourself. Those weak opponents are not worthy of my sword.
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Ohno Fuji agreed, but of course he couldn't say the last word!
"Also, if Saito Yakuro comes, just invite him in directly." Although I no longer want to spar with him, I am really curious about this swordsman who will be famous in later generations. I am also witnessing history.
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However, Kazuyo Sorayama obviously underestimated the Shinto Muken-ryu. Not to mention others, Katsura Kogoro's reputation was obviously much greater than Saito Yakuro's...