After a martial arts competition with Jiuzang, Kazuyo Sorayama felt more comfortable than ever before. In this strange world, the kendo he had been pursuing still existed. In his opinion, this was just a change of environment, just like earlier
Going abroad in 2011 is similar to competing with European swordsmen, although now traveling through time and space is much further than going abroad...
The joyful mood seemed to make him hungry faster. He had just returned to the hotel, glanced around, and saw two strange warriors sitting on the floor, but he didn't pay much attention to it, because these two warriors,
I haven't experienced the natural vigilance that arises when meeting Jiuzang at all. This means that their martial arts or temperament are not a big threat to me, so I don't need to pay too much attention to them.
After taking off his sandals and walking to his seat, Kazuyo Sorayama said to Yohei who was clearing away the dishes: "I'm hungry, go and get ready." After saying that, without waiting for Yohei's reply, he took out the sword from his waist and put it next to him.
Carefully recalling the details of the duel with Jiuzang, in his mind, he kept changing his stance to find flaws in Jiuzang, calculating the distance between the two, the length of the weapon, and the speed of the attack. In the end, Sorayama Kazuyo discovered that no matter whether he used a real sword or a bamboo
Sword, maybe he will get the upper hand, but he will definitely not be able to defeat Jiuzang unscathed.
[It seems that there are masters in every world.] Kazuyo Sorayama sighed silently. [Unknown wild samurai like Jiuzou are already so powerful. How powerful are those swordsmen and even sword masters who are famous all over Japan?
If you have the opportunity, you must go and learn from each other]
When he came back to his senses, he saw that Yoping did not present the cooked food as quickly as usual, but stood aside quietly, looking at the two samurai frequently. Kazuyo Sorayama frowned slightly: "What's going on?
Seeing this, the middle-aged samurai Kanbei looked at Kabei Sorayama, stood up and walked towards him with his katana in his left hand. The young Katsushiro hurriedly followed. Kabei Sorayama turned his eyes to Kanbei and the two, but he didn't
Whatever precautions he took, he was far less vigilant than when he first saw Jiuzang.
[The older warrior has a steady pace. Although there are no big flaws, his every move is a bit heavy. Judging from his body movements and breathing, his skills are slowly declining. He may not even be able to catch a move from me; the younger one's muscles are stiff.
, shortness of breath, just like trying to chop a bamboo, wood, and straw mat, not worth mentioning]
Well, in the eyes of Kazuyo Sorayama in his current state, there are only two types of samurai with swords. One is an opponent who can fight with him, and the other is a passerby who can't even get interested. The only criterion for distinguishing is the strength of force.
or not.
Walking in front of Sorayama Kazuyo, the middle-aged samurai bent down and bowed respectfully: "Shimoda Kanbei, we have agreed to the farmers' request and are determined to recruit samurai to fight against the bandits. May I ask, sir..." It's no wonder that every person who meets him in this era
No one in Sorayama Ichiyo regards him as an ordinary samurai. In fact, his temperament is too special for this era.
Just as people today look at the 1950s as "rustic". Five hundred years ago, when ancient people saw him as a modern man, they thought that perhaps only the legendary Gongqing family far away in Kyoto could have similar "nobility" and "handsomeness".
It is definitely not something that ordinary dirty and smelly ordinary samurai and ronin can have.
Sorayama Kazuyo stood up and handed the sword to his left hand, with the handle pointing back and the blade upward. He nodded slightly to Kanbei and said, "I'm very grateful for your help. I'd like to ask you, Kuyama Kazuyo." He extended his hand to indicate that he could sit down and chat. The three of them knelt down opposite each other, Kanbei.
Bingwei asked curiously: "Does Lord Sorayama also intend to help those farmers? Then why..." Sorayama Kazuyo waved his hand: "I am really ashamed. I am not an adult, but a homeless wanderer! I have traveled to the four islands and sixty places.
Liu Guo practices swordsmanship, and he was taken care of by the farmers in this village some time ago. He couldn't bear to be robbed by bandits, so he started this practice."
Kanbei rubbed his bald head and said with a smile: "That's great! Sorayama-san, how many families are there in this village, and how many men are there in their prime who dare to fight? Also, do you know anything about mountain bandits?" Sorayama Kazuha looked embarrassed.
After opening his mouth, a few words made him realize the huge difference between a warrior who was good at war and a swordsman like him.
The so-called fight against the bandits, according to his original plan, he just wanted to fight with the bandits with swords, and if he couldn't fight, he would retreat and fight again. He had no intention of organizing and leading the farmers to fight back against the bandits.
[It seems that I still have a lot to learn!] Sorayama Kazuha put away his contempt and said to Kanbei: "To be honest, I don't know anything about war. Except for a little martial arts, other talents are not worth it.
By the way, in addition to practicing swordsmanship in the village, there are only two or three people who talk to the villagers. I have no experience in recruiting warriors. I just rely on surveying soldiers and guards."
Kanbei couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard that, and thought: Sure enough, the other party is probably from the Gongqing family, or the kind of person who doesn't like to talk about things and only cares about practicing swordsmanship. Most of these people have no worries about food and clothing throughout their lives. In Kyoto, Nara
Waiting for the big city to disappear, far away from the war and without worldly experience.
He thought for a while and said: "In this case, Kongshan Sang, in my opinion, if you want to fight against the bandits, you need at least seven warriors, including you and me, and you need to recruit five more people..." "Master!" Sheng on the side
When Shiro heard this, he interrupted eagerly: "I am also a samurai! I also want to join the war."
Kanbei shouted: "Stop talking!" Seeing Katsushiro's expression of excitement, Kanbei slowed down: "You have only just entered the Yuanfu, and your martial arts skills are not good. The battlefield is not a child's play. Even if you are not careful with your martial arts skills, you will lose your life."
.You can practice with me and return home after the war."
Katsushiro opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He glanced at Kanbei and then at Sorayama Kazuha opposite him. Suddenly he seemed to have discovered something. He stood up and said, "This samurai looks older than me."
Too many, why can he participate in the war but I can't!"
Kanbei was furious and shouted: "You bastard! Shut up! The most basic ability of a samurai is observation. Sorayama-san's swordsmanship is as sharp as a mountain cliff, which is daunting. It's just that your cultivation level is too low and you didn't notice it."
That's all." After saying that, he bowed apologetically to Kazuyo Sorayama: "My disciple is young, so please don't blame Sorayama Kazuyo."
A slight smile appeared on Kazuyo Sorayama's stern face. Wasn't he the same when he was Katsushiro's age? When he first learned kendo, he could feel the power of his opponents by looking at those opponents who were a little stronger than him; but when he looked at those opponents who were several times better than himself,
A great master of series, but it feels very ordinary.
Just like the mountain peak placed in front of the ant, how can it measure the height? Only when you reach the level of jackals, tigers and leopards do you realize that the mountain is so high and insurmountable!
With a hint of ridicule in his hoarse voice, Sorayama Kazuyo said: "It doesn't matter, I'm just young and energetic." He looked up at Katsushiro and said: "Boy, I'm thirty now, and I'm old enough to be your teacher. Listen to me.
Master, practice diligently and don’t waste your life.”
Kanbei was slightly taken aback, as if he had not expected Kazuyo Sorayama's true age despite his youthful appearance, but he was relieved when he remembered his guess about Kazuyo Sorayama's parentage.
Looking at Katsushiro who ran out of the store and was sulking alone, Kanbei smiled bitterly and said, "Katsushiro, he is still a young man after all!" He seemed to be recalling all the misfortunes he had suffered when he was young, and looked at Kazuha Sorayama.