In the mountains, the rain created a stream out of thin air. A leaf in the empty mountain crossed the stream. Jiuzang stopped on the other side of the stream in tacit understanding. Since the first competition, the gap between the two swordsmen has become wider and wider. Jiuzang has no martial arts skills.
Before the decisive breakthrough, he gave up all thoughts of competing with Kazuyo Sorayama and just practiced martial arts diligently day and night. But for a swordsman like him, it is so difficult to improve again!
Tiny raindrops gathered on the leaves, forming a large drop of water, and dripped towards the top of Ye Ye's head. Ye Ye leaned back slightly and stretched out his hand to catch it. The raindrops splashed in his palm and followed his fingers.
The seam flows into the creek at your feet and becomes part of the creek.
Jiuzang watched this scene in trance and said, "Kong Shan-kun, your martial arts have become more and more exquisite."
Sora Ichiyo stretched out his hands and let the rain wash away. He pondered for a moment and said: "This stream is made up of countless raindrops, and so is our martial arts. Every swing of the sword, every leap, every thought is a small
Raindrops, they fall from the sky continuously, and eventually become a stream. Jiuzang-kun, I believe you are not too far away from this day..."
"No," Jiuzang interrupted Kazuyo Sorayama: "There is no need to comfort Sorayama-kun. Since I watched you compete with Shichiroji a few days ago, I finally understand that even if I become a stream one day, you will have already
It’s the Sea of Whale River, and practice can never make up for this.”
"You are being too modest!" Sorayama Kazuyo firmly denied.
"Although my skills as a swordsman have not wavered, I am indeed unwilling to do so. Lord Kongshan, please forgive me for being presumptuous!"
While Jiuzang yelled out the word "I'm presumptuous", he arched his left knee and foot, tapped his toes lightly on the ground, slid his right foot back a big step, his left and right legs formed a powerful arch, and his right arm
Like a fully charged bowstring, when the sword is unsheathed, it is like a flying arrow formed by lightning, piercing the throat of Ye Ye in the sky.
At this time, Kuyama Kazuyo stretched his hands forward and was leisurely catching the rain. If he withdrew his hands and drew his sword to fight back, even with Kazuyo Kuyama's speed, he would never be able to draw the blade in time, and being pierced through the throat would be the only outcome.
Ordinary experts would have no choice but to close their eyes and wait for death when faced with such a sudden attack by Jiuzang.
Kazuyo Sorayama seemed to have anticipated this situation. He did not try to dodge or counterattack, but instead clasped his hands upwards, clamped Jiuzou's blade with a snap, and then clasped his fingers together in an instant, locking it firmly.
This lightning-like flying arrow was easily caught by Sora Kazuyo, preventing him from making any progress.
Jiuzang opened his mouth, his eyes showed unprecedented shock, and hissed: "Yagyu-ryu, no swordsman! Sorayama-kun, who are you!"
Ichiyo Sorayama held the blade between his palms, tilted it slightly to the left, and Kuzo's sword fell out of his hand and fell into Kazuyo Sorayama's palm. However, Kuzo, who was in shock, didn't care at all, but stared at Kazuyo Sorayama.
Wait for his answer.
Kazuyo Sorayama smiled bitterly and handed the sword back to Jiuzang. How could he answer it? Could it be that he told Jiuzang that he had studied the moves of Yagyu Shininryu countless times in later generations and was even more familiar with them than the internal disciples of their school?
Kazuyo Sorayama had to use a lie to make up for the completely unexplainable fact. His hoarse voice couldn't help but reveal a hint of helplessness: "I am Kazuyo Sorayama, Kuzo-kun. I have never practiced kendo under Yagyu Shishusai-sama."
Jiuzou sheathed the sword and said in a deep voice: "I'm being rude, but the method of taking it without a sword used by Sorayama-kun is the same as the secret of Yagyu Shininryu. I once practiced it for a period of time at the Kinki Yagyu Dojo.
Although I have seen Yagyu's disciples use this move many times when performing martial arts, the secret has never been taught to me so far. It is a secret and cannot be passed on to outsiders unless I am a disciple."
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded: "Yes, but what I use is not the secret of Yagyu Shininryu."
Seeing that Kuzo was about to stop talking, Kazuyo Sorayama waved his hand and said, "My father has been friends with Lord Kamizumi Ise Nobutsuna for many years. When I was young, I was taught swordsmanship by Master Nobutsuna for a few days, so..."
"So that's it." Kuzou looked at Sorayama Kazuyo in ecstasy and murmured: "No wonder Sorayama-kun can reach the level of a swordsman at such a young age. It turned out that he was taught by the world's best swordsman, Kamiizumi Isemori-sama.
That's it. After all, Yagyu Ishishusai-sama also learned swordsmanship from Isemori-sama, and was even awarded the Shinin-ryu seal by Isemori-sama. No wonder you rarely kill people, Sorayama-kun. It must be because of Isemori-sama's influence.
The influence of the secret art of war of 'Living Sword'."
Seeing Kuzo "analyzing" such a detailed experience for himself, Sorayama Kazuha could only nod and smile bitterly. However, Kamizumi Nobutsuna should have been dead by this time. After all, according to Kuzo, Yagyu Sogan had already become a senior in kendo.
As the master, the possibility that Kamiizumi Nobutsuna is still alive at this time is not high.
Kuzo bowed deeply to Kazuyo Sorayama and said: "I made a sneak attack rashly. Although I know Lord Sorayama will be able to deal with it calmly, as a samurai, it is extremely dishonorable. Please forgive me."
Sorayama Kazuyo waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't have to be like this, Jiuzang, I believe you also know very well that at my current level, it doesn't really make a big difference whether I have prepared for the battle in advance, but your sword was really wonderful, and I also
I just took it reluctantly."
Jiuzang sighed: "Kongshan-kun, you have an excellent talent as a swordsman, and you are also personally guided by the sword master. It is not surprising that you can achieve such an achievement, but I would like to ask, in your opinion, as the best sword master in the world,
What's the difference between the Isemori-sama of 2011 and you at this time?"
Kazuyo Sorayama closed his eyes and pondered, seemingly recalling the past, but actually he didn't know how to answer. After all, how could he have met the ancient Kamiizumi Nobutsuna! However, is there a difference between a swordsman and a swordsman...
Sorayama Kazuyo carefully organized his words and said: "I was still young at that time, and my swordsmanship was just beginning, so I didn't feel any qualities of a swordsman from Master Nobutsuna. I just thought he was a kind-hearted middle-aged samurai. But now.
Looking back, the biggest difference between him and me now is that no one has the desire to attack him!"
"Is that so..." Jiuzang frowned deeply, then shook his head and said: "The gap between you and me is still so big, so we should go so far to explore the realm of the sword master. It is really ridiculous! But Kongshan-kun
You are different, I believe that sooner or later you can reach the realm of Ise Mori-sama, you are born with the sword."
Kazuyo Sorayama breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of deceiving friends does make people feel guilty, but the helplessness in reality is like this. Sometimes you have to make up lies, because the truth is often harder to believe than lies.
Just as he was about to speak, Kazuyo Sorayama's ears twitched, and he concentrated for a moment to listen to the sounds in the forest. Seeing this, Jiuzang immediately ducked behind a tree, and looked at Kazuyo Sorayama to tell him what he had discovered.
Kazuyo Sorayama whispered softly: "There was a voice. A man... um... and a young woman." When Jiuzang heard that there was a woman, he relaxed his vigilance a little, walked to Kazuyo Sorayama and said, "Maybe
Villagers, why do you come to the mountains in such weather?"
Sorayama Kazuyo said: "Let's go and explore and see who is here."
It was still Sorayama Ichiyo in front and Jiuzhidao behind. The two of them cautiously stepped forward and walked in the direction from which the sound came.