Chapter 611 The middle door is facing each other! The sword-drawing showdown! 【6600】
The knife used by Mamiya is not a cheap item that can be bought in the market.
The sword in his hand now is called "Wushu Jujuju Fujiwara Kazuichi". Although it is not a great sword that is powerful enough to make countless swordsmen go crazy for it, its quality is far superior to those ordinary swords on the market.
Above that, if you sell it on the market, it is not a problem to sell it for hundreds of taels.
However, this knife, which can be sold for hundreds of taels in the market, is now full of scars, but the Vairochana used by Wen Xian is unscathed.
Mamiya was not surprised by this result.
Although he had never used Vairochana, Wen Xian held the gesture of waving Vairocana, which he had seen countless times before.
Mamiya knew very well what a powerful sword the Vairocana was. It was a sword that his grandfather Asaemon Yamada, the Sixth Generation, took the initiative to use all his connections and spent nearly a thousand taels of gold to forge it with both toughness and toughness.
The sharp sword was not something that the mere "Wushu Juju Fujiwara No. 1" in his hand could compete with.
Mamiya, who had already expected that his sword must be scarred now, glanced at the sword in his palm, then turned his attention back to Wen Xian.
How...how to defeat him...
Mamiya's expression was serious now.
It was not because his eyes were damaged by the sword that his expression was solemn, but because his best sword-drawing technique, which he had just placed high hopes on, was easily blocked by Wen Xian.
"Your swordsmanship is different from before." Wen Xian suddenly said at this time, "Did you add your own new understanding to the swordsmanship I taught you? Also, your weird swordsmanship
What’s going on with the breathing rhythm?”
As soon as Wen Xian finished his question, Mamiya responded, but not with words, but with actions.
He switched his stance to the lower right stance and rushed towards Wenxian like a falling meteor.
"Don't you want to answer..." Looking at Mamiya, who was rushing towards him quickly, Wen Xian readjusted the knife with a calm expression, "Forget it."
In the basement, the sound of gold and iron clashing exploded again.
At the beginning of the battle, Mamiya, knowing that this was going to be a fierce battle, directly used the source of breathing that he rarely used to improve his concentration, and his chest rose and fell with a unique rhythm.
Mamiya changed his tactics at this time. He now targeted Wenxian's legs as the main direction of attack, trying to damage Wenxian's center of gravity by injuring his legs.
Whether it's unarmed fighting or sword fighting, "being able to stand firm" is everything.
If you can't even stand firm, then forget about victory.
Mamiya's plan was well designed, but in the face of the attack from below, Wenxian still defended it impeccably.
Seeing that the fierce attack on Wen Xian's lower body was ineffective, Mamiya gritted his teeth and switched his sword stance back to the upper position where he could easily make sharp cuts, trying to break through Wen Xian's defense with fierce attacks.
But the result was the same as the series of fights just now. His attacks were either blocked or dodged by Wen Xian.
While Wen Xian was defending, he was also like a poisonous snake, searching and waiting for the moment to counterattack. Just like now, when Mamiya retracted the chopped knife, his body accidentally exposed a flaw.
After noticing this flaw, Wen Xian's eyes immediately flashed with light, and he aimed a straight stab at the flaw that Mamiya accidentally exposed.
Fortunately, Mamiya dodged to the left in time and successfully avoided the direct thrust, but the tip of Vairocana's knife still picked up some of the flesh on his right shoulder.
Although this kind of injury is not fatal, it will still be very painful. However, Mamiya looked as normal, as if it was not an injury to his body. After avoiding this direct stab, he silently regrouped and continued to look for a way to
Ways to defeat the thought.
Mamiya just kept switching different tactics, trying to find Wenxian's weakness and defeat him.
However... no matter what kind of tactics he switched to, he couldn't do anything to Wen Xian.
Whether using Wen Xian's lower body as the main direction of attack or using a frontal attack to break through Wen Xian's defense, no matter what kind of tactics, none of them are effective. Until now, Mamiya has not been able to
Even if there was even one scar left on Wen Xian's body, his own body had already been injured in two places by Wen Xian.
Ah...no, it should be 3 times.
Just now, Wen Xian caught another flaw that Mamiya accidentally exposed, and slashed his chest, leaving another one on Mamiya's chest. Although the depth was not deep, a lot of it still popped out.
Bloody wounds.
"Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Mamiya, who was holding the knife tightly, was facing Wenxian a few steps away while adjusting his breathing.
Wen Xian did not take advantage of the opportunity when Mamiya was adjusting his breathing to attack because he was also adjusting his own breathing.
However, Wenxian did not breathe heavily like Mamiya, it was just that the breath exhaled from the nose became more rapid.
Why can’t my physical strength improve?
Mamiya thought bitterly in her heart.
He himself also knows that his biggest weakness is his lack of physical strength.
Mamiya has also tried different methods to try to correct this weakness of his, but I don't know if it is due to his physical constitution or some other reason, but it seems that Mamiya's physical strength has already reached its maximum value and cannot be improved no matter what.
Looking at Mamiya who was facing Wen Xianyao now, Yoshitomo's face was filled with anxiety.
Even people who have no knowledge of swordsmanship can see that Mamiya is completely at a disadvantage in the current battle situation.
None of Mamiya's series of attacks just now was effective. Mamiya's current physical strength is obviously not as strong as Fumaki's, and the sword in his hand is also full of scars. If he fights for a few more rounds, he may be broken.
Downwind. Undoubtedly downwind.
If we don't think of something quickly, we will definitely fail.
At this time, Yoshitomo's expression was extremely complicated. A little determination slowly appeared in his eyes. He raised his hand and put it on the hilt of the saber on his left waist.
He could no longer care about what Mamiya had just ordered, "He must settle things with his father."
He had made a decision: when the last resort came, he would rush forward to help his brother.
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Even an outsider like Yoshitomo could tell that Mamiya had fallen behind, let alone the person involved.
Mamiya clearly knows what condition his body is in and what condition his sword is in now.
We have to... decide the winner as soon as possible.
Next, if victory cannot be won quickly, then Mamiya will end up either because his body cannot hold on anymore, or the sword breaks first.
His breathing of the source is far from being practiced to the extent that he can freely enter the state of selflessness like Yuan Yi, so the strategy of relying on the "selfless state" to defeat Wen Xian was defeated by Mamiya at the beginning of the battle.
It was rejected.
Mamiya had already used the tactics that seemed to be effective.
All his lifelong learning and every sword move he made could not hurt Wen Xian in the slightest.
At this moment... Mamiya only has one last trick left and has not yet used it.
Mamiya took a deep breath.
I can only... use this trick...
Mamiya held the sword in a crotch, then slowly put the sword back into its sheath with a backhand grip, and slowly lowered his body's center of gravity.
"Oh?" Wen Xian raised his eyebrows. With such a classic posture, could he tell what move Mamiya planned to use? "Are you planning to use the sword-drawing technique... How did I stop your sword-drawing technique just now?
, you probably haven’t forgotten, right?”
"You actually used the sword-drawing technique to deal with me, who is the best at drawing swords... You are very brave."
"Okay! Then let me... come and compete with you!"
After saying that, Wen Xian also put Vairocana in his palm back into its sheath and lowered his body's center of gravity.
The two men, only a few steps apart, were in similar stances for drawing swords.
Yoshitomo looked in shock at the unheard and unseen sword-drawing duel that took place right in front of his eyes.
When he saw that Yoshitomo actually planned to start a sword-drawing duel with him, Mamiya's face also showed some shock, but this shock was quickly dissipated due to Mamiya's high concentration of mental power.
Mamiya's left hand grasped the scabbard near the sword, and his right hand gently rested on the handle of the sword. His eyes were fixed on the mountain-like mountain in front of him, maintaining the stance of drawing the sword, motionless.
A few drops of cold sweat broke out from Mamiya's forehead, and then slid down Mamiya's cheeks.
Can...defeat Wenxian?
Mamiya asked himself loudly in his heart.
Mamiya knows better than anyone how powerful Wen Xian's sword-drawing skills are.
Because his sword-drawing skills were taught step by step by Wen Xian.
Every move he had just made had no effect on Wen Xian, and whether his secret sword-drawing technique could work... Although he was reluctant to admit it, Mamiya still had to face this reality: he had no idea at all.
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All we can do is fight!
After suppressing some uneasiness in his eyes, Mamiya gritted his teeth and clenched his right hand tightly on the handle of the knife.
But just then
(Don’t be confused!)
Mamiya suddenly heard a loud shout in his head.
This sudden loud shout made Mamiya's expression stagnant.
This voice... Mamiya is so familiar.
It's Wen Xian's voice...
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"Father, how can I use the sword-drawing technique with such great power like you?"
In the woods, Jiulang, whose voice became a little strange because he was using a voice changer, asked Wen Xian in front of him.
"Otherwise, just practice diligently. But if there is any other secret... it would probably be to not be confused when drawing the sword."
"Don't feel confused?"
"The most important thing to avoid when wielding a sword is confusion. If you want to swing a powerful slash, you must apply all the force in a straight line. The direction of the blade and the direction of the force when slashing down must be completely consistent."
After finishing speaking, Wen Xian faced a large tree in front of him that required an adult to hug the trunk.
"Once you are confused, the path of the knife will be incorrect and the power will be lost. On the other hand, as long as you are not confused at all when you swing the knife..."
Keng!
The clang sound of the blade being unsheathed was heard.
Wen Xian aimed at the big tree in front of him and slashed with his sword so fast that it was difficult for the human eye to catch it. After the big tree let out a series of "wails", it slowly fell towards the ground, and its fractures were extremely neat.
"So, Kuro, you must remember not to be confused at any time!"
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The chest rises and falls with the rhythm of Yuan Zhi's breathing, squeezing out the turbid air from the lungs one after another.
"Don't be confused... don't be... confused..."
Mamiya murmured, repeating what Wen Xian once taught him.
This sentence seems to have some magic power. Every time it is repeated, the uneasiness in Mamiya's eyes will dissipate.
After only a moment, there was no longer any unnecessary emotion in Mamiya's expression and eyes, only calmness remained.
Wen Xian, who was confronting Mamiya, immediately noticed something strange about Mamiya at this time.
He first looked confused because he didn't understand why Mamiya suddenly changed so much. Then his expression slowly became serious, and he continued to relax, tightening his right hand that was holding the handle of Vairocana's sword.
He instinctively felt that Mamiya in front of him could no longer be treated lightly.
Wen Xian now felt every hair on his body stand on end.
He smelled danger from Mamiya's body.
It was like facing a large beast.
But Wen Xian didn't feel the slightest fear.
On the contrary, now he just feels eager to try.
His left thumb, which was gripping the scabbard area close to the sword's tang, lifted up and pressed against the tang of the sword, pushing Vairocana's blade out of the sheath just a few inches.
At almost the same moment, Mamiya used his left thumb to push the blade out of the sheath.
In the five years since he left the Asaemon Yamada family, Mamiya has continued to add his own understanding of the swordsmanship he learned from Bungen. While improving most of the moves, he also added many of his own creations.
New move.
For example, the trick he was about to use on Wen Xian now.
Mamiya once used this move to kill Feiyan who was swooping down. This feat made Mamiya decide on the name of his new style of swordsmanship, Feiyan Zanshinryu, which was born out of the swordsmanship taught by Wen Xian!
As if the two of them had agreed in advance, Mamiya and Wenxian stepped hard on the ground with their hind feet at the same time!
The two of them rushed towards each other!
Both of them kept their center of gravity low and rushed toward each other at a speed that seemed like they were moving instantly!
6 steps!
5 steps!
4 steps!
3 steps!
The two have similar wingspans and the same blade length. They entered each other's attack range almost at the same time!
Keng!
The two sounds of drawing swords sounded almost indiscriminately.
Because it was only for a moment, Wen Xian did not see the strange light passing through Mamiya's eyes at the moment when Mamiya drew the sword out of its sheath.
If Genichi were present and saw this light in Mamiya's eyes, he would definitely be very happy. This is the unique bright light after entering the "selfless state".
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Two sword lights, one white and one purple, burst out.
Mamiya and Wenxian pass by each other.
The two people passing by each other maintained their sword-drawing postures and stood at their original positions.
No one moved.
Time seems to have frozen at this moment.
It wasn't until a long while that someone finally broke the silence that seemed to be under the magic of "time stopping".
"...Nice job."
The corners of Wen Xian's mouth curled up.
"Have you lost to...your boy...cough! Cough cough!"
A few mouthfuls of blood spurted out as Wen Xian coughed.
A blood line from Wen Xian's left shoulder to his right rib suddenly appeared, and then a cloud of blood sprayed out from the wound.
"That move just now... was it your unique stunt...?" Wen Xian, still smiling on his face, turned his head and asked Mamiya.
Mamiya, who had slowly stood up straight at this time, swung the knife and shook off all the blood attached to the blade.
"Feiyan Canxinliu"
mysteries
moment."
"Setsuna...a nice name..."
Wenxian withdrew his gaze from Mamiya and cast it on Vairocana in his palm.
After giving Vairocana a deep look with complex and elusive emotions, he slowly took Vairocana back into its sheath.
"It should be very happy that you will be its third owner... In this way... I will be able to live up to my father's entrustment to this knife..."
Wen Xian swung Vairocana's sword behind him with its sheath attached.
After the knife made a beautiful parabola, it fell straight to Mamiya's side.
Mamiya looked at Wenxian who threw Vairocana to him with a look of astonishment. After throwing Vairocana to him, Wenxian was not that tall, but it made Mamiya and the others feel like a giant.
The mountain-like body fell heavily towards the ground...
When he fell to the ground, Wen Xian used his last strength and said:
"Okay...come and take my head..."
Mamiya looked at Wenxian who fell to the ground with a complicated expression.
Wenxian fell to the ground, his chest still rising and falling slightly.
Mamiya held the knife and walked slowly to Wenxian's side.
Then...raise the knife high...
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Next day, early morning
Yamada Asemon Residence, in the room where Mamiya’s mother’s Buddhist altar is placed
Mamiya, whose injuries had been treated simply, knelt down in front of his mother's Buddhist altar.
On the tatami between him and the Buddhist niche, the sword that Bunxian gave him last night was neatly placed, a family treasure that Yamada Senemon had inherited for two generations: Vairocana.
Mamiya sat in front of his mother's Buddhist shrine for a long time. When he entered the room, the moonlight that poured into the room through the window was still the moonlight, but now it was sunlight that poured into the room following the call.
(Kuro, you have to remember: human life is regardless of high or low, and human life cannot be measured by numbers. If you use numbers to measure the value of human life, you will only become less and less human.)
His mother's teachings to him during her lifetime echoed in his ears.
Although my mother is the daughter of a samurai family, she has absolutely no idea that "everyone other than a samurai is a human being".
Mamiya couldn't help but think: Maybe it was the completely different educations they received when they were young that made the ideological opposition between him and his father so sharp.
The decisive battle between him and his father has been foreshadowed since he was a child...
Wow...
At this time, the paper sliding door behind Mamiya was slowly opened, and the person who opened the door and entered was Yoshitomo.
"Those servants at home are really annoying." After entering the house, Yoshitaka took the lead and smiled bitterly at Mamiya, "Just now they kept asking me, 'How did the master of the house get injured?', and I spent a lot of effort to get them all sent away.
Already."
Mamiya slowly opened his eyes at this time: "...how is father?"
"The treatment is over." Yoshitaka faced the Buddhist altar and knelt down beside Mamiya. "He saved his life, but because of the serious injury, he will have to lie in bed for at least half a year, and the doctor said
:This injury destroyed the vitality of my father's body, and even if the injury heals, his strength will be greatly reduced."
"Is that so..." Mamiya said softly, "...Yoshitomo, if I cut our father like this, will you resent me?"
"Of course not." Yichao sighed softly, "Actually, last night, I was mentally prepared that my father would be killed by you, my brother..."
"I also want to thank you..."
"Thank you for sparing my father's life..."
"Although my father did very bad things...but...after all, he is my father who has a close relationship with me that is thicker than water..."
As soon as Yoshitaka finished speaking, Mamiya slowly raised his right hand and gently stroked his left cheek, which had been caressed by Fumaki's rough hands when he returned home yesterday.
Last night, facing Wenxian who was still breathing, Mamiya raised his sword...but he couldn't chop it down.
Because when he raised the knife, Mamiya recalled the scene when Wen Xian touched his face when he returned home after five years...
Immediately afterwards, various past experiences with Wen Xian flashed in Mamiya's mind...
"I...can't escape the shackles of family love..." Shimong murmured and put down the knife in his hand...
"...Where is Atake's child?" Mamiya put down the hand that was caressing the left side of his face and asked.
"She is sleeping soundly now." A smile appeared on Yichao's face, "It has been a long time since I had a peaceful sleep. She probably won't wake up for a while."
Last night, after successfully bringing Atake out of the basement, Yoshitomo and Mamiya explained the reason why Atake was in good mental condition: every time Wenxian gave Atake courage, he would first let Atake drink a strong drink.
The drug minimized the pain.
When Azhu is regenerating his gallbladder, he is unconscious and does not feel pain or itching.
In fact, a piece of human gallbladder can be used for a long time, so Wen Xian takes human gallbladder from Ah Zhu's body only once every five days on average. Therefore, so far, the number of times of bile harvesting from Ah Zhu's body is not too many.
Combining all the above reasons, A-Zhu's current mental condition is quite normal, and he is not mentally unhealthy due to experiencing pain too frequently.
"Brother," Yoshitaka suddenly asked, "When Atake wakes up, are you going to take her away directly?"
"Yes." Mamiya nodded, "Azhuruo and I have stayed here for too long. It's not convenient for you to explain to the waiters at home, right?"
"And I now have a new extended family."
A smile appeared with the corners of Mamiya's slightly raised lips.
"If I leave them for too long, they will be worried."
"Yoshitomo, what about you? What are your plans?"
"What plans can I have?" Yoshitomo smiled and shrugged, "Of course I want to stay here and prepare to become the head of the Yadaime Yamada Asaemon family in the future."
"Anyway, my father has to stay in bed for half a year." Yoshitaka said in a half-joking tone, "It will take one or two years to fully recover."
"In a short period of time, I will have the final say in this family, and my father will not be able to do anything to me. You don't have to worry about whether my father will be so angry that I let A-Zhu go, that he will draw a sword and chop me."
"... Then you can accept this sword." Mamiya suddenly raised his hand and moved Vairocana in front of him to Yoshitomi, "I am no longer a member of the Yamada Asaemon family. This sword
It should belong to you who is destined to inherit the position of head of the family in the future."
Yichao lowered his eyes and glanced at Vairocana in front of him.
"...Brother."
Yichao said seriously every word.
"You have always been smarter than me. Don't you remember your grandfather's entrustment of this knife, and don't you know what your father's purpose was when he entrusted this knife to you last night?"
"'This sword should be passed down from generation to generation, to the most outstanding one in each generation of the family.' This was my grandfather's personal instruction before he passed away."
Yoshitomo paused at this moment.
"The following is my guess. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I think my guess is not impossible..."
"I think...my father entrusted you with this sword...perhaps he wanted to say 'I did something wrong' in disguise for depriving you of Yamada Asaemon's family name five years ago due to a sudden fever."
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"Father, in his heart, he should have always recognized that you are a member of our Yamada Asaemon family, so he followed my grandfather's instructions during his lifetime and handed Vairocana to the younger generation of the family in his eyes.
You are the most outstanding..."
"So it should be you, my elder brother, who should accept Vairocana..."
After finishing speaking, Yoshitomi picked up Vairocana, held it with both hands, and handed it to Mamiya with a smile.
"Besides, I have always recognized you as a member of our family in my heart."
"If I don't follow Grandpa's instructions and let you, the most outstanding person, hold this sword, I will feel uneasy about my conscience."
"And since you hold Vairocana, I believe that not only me, but even my mother will be happy to see this scene."
Hesitation appeared on Mamiya's face, and he looked at the knife handed to him by Yoshitomo.
Then he looked at the Buddhist niche next to him.
Finally he stretched out his hand and held Vairocana firmly in his hand.
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