I teach kendo in Tokyo

The current Kiryu Kazuma had a hard-working life in his previous life. He worked hard for many years before becoming a "business representative".

His classmates, regardless of whether they were from high school or university, all said that programmers had the hardest time, and they all thought that the business representative of a foreign trade company was a fat guy.

However, the business representative only has a great name, but is actually an errand boy.

There is not much difference between advanced errand running and running errands. Anyway, when you look up, you will find that life on the cloud is still so out of reach.

Kazuma had always wanted to become a master, but after graduating from college, this idea had long been replaced by "living an ordinary life."

I resigned myself to my fate, compromised, and got by. I originally thought that as long as I stuck my head in the ground and acted like an ostrich, without looking directly at the people above the clouds, without fantasizing about becoming one of them, the monster called "life" would disappear. Will give myself a break.

Unexpectedly, life caught up with him quickly, throwing the word "back wave" in Kazuma's face.

Listening to the "Qian Lang" on the screen talking about the life of "Hou Lang" in his imagination, He Ma looked at his own life in comparison and felt that he had probably been expelled from the ranks of young people.

Unhappy, very unhappy.

Kazuma doesn't feel that he is worse than others, he was just born late.

He imagined more than once that if he had been born in the era when reform had just begun, he would have been able to seize the opportunity and soar into the sky and become a master.

Then he can become a member of the "front wave" and say to the "back waves" with a gratified tone: "I look at you with envy."

Now Kazuma has really traveled through time and got a plug-in, so he must develop and become a master.

Now, Kazuma suddenly felt that he was too stupid to delay selling the dojo because he was concerned about Chiyoko's feelings.

——Just because Chiyoko is sensible and cute, I am confused and shaken. I am not pure enough either.

But it's not too late to discover this now.

Kazuma clenched his bamboo sword and prepared to convey his determination to his sister through the bamboo sword.

"The dojo is sold. If I make money in the future, I can buy a better place and open a bigger one. Memories and stuff are enough to keep in my heart.

"Chiyoko! You can't protect anything by stubbornness and sentimentality!" Kazuma yelled at Chiyoko, "Let me show you the determination of my brother! Let me put your childishness aside. Completely shattered!"

After making those bold words, the wind poured in just right from the open side door of the dojo.

Kazuma let the bangs on his forehead dance wildly in the wind, with no intention of sorting them out.

He stared at Chiyoko through her wildly dancing hair.

He understood Chiyoko's feelings for the dojo and the extraordinary significance of the dojo to her.

But selling the dojo and becoming a successful person is also of great significance to Kazuma.

He has obviously traveled through time and got the plug-in, but he no longer wants to copy his previous life in a mediocre way.

Kazuma just didn't think about this before and had a lot of worries. Now that he has figured it out, he has a clear idea.

Compared to Chiyoko's feelings, he tried to convince her with half-heartedness, but that was not a fool's errand.

Now is the time for Chiyoko to experience this realization.

Kazuma now guesses that the martial arts in this world are probably different from his original world. There is a high probability that this world can really make a sword to the heart.

He didn't bother to look at his own status. That required meditation, so it was easier to look at other people's status.

Even if this realization fails to form a BUFF now, Kazuma is still confident of defeating the wavering Chiyoko.

He stepped forward.

When the soles of his feet hit the floor of the dojo, there was a crisp sound, and wind pressure spread to the surroundings.

For those who practice martial arts, their lower body should be as steady as a jack.

"Chiyoko!"

Kazuma shouted and drew his sword.

**

Chiyoko felt shocked.

When she was a child, her father once told her that sword skills contain will.

She always thought this was the nonsense her father was talking about after drinking sake.

After so many years, Chiyoko has never felt the will in sword skills in a kendo duel.

The sword is a murder weapon, and kendo is a killing technique. Now it has become a competitive technique.

How can technology embody will?

Do not make jokes!

However, at this moment, Chiyoko felt it.

There was an indescribable cold aura surrounding his brother Kiryu Kazuma. He just stepped forward without making any other actions, making Chiyoko feel strong pressure.

——This sword will be very powerful!

The next moment, Kiryu Kazuma rushed forward, so fast that Chiyoko couldn't see it at all, and he just blocked with muscle memory——

The feeling of the bamboo knives hitting each other came together with the crisp sound of the collision.

Although she was overwhelmed in momentum, Chiyoko did not delay in her response.

She took half a step forward, hoping to close the distance to neutralize the subsequent attack - the length of the bamboo knife was close to that of a katana, and the space needed to swing it was not as close as possible.

However, Kazuma's sword had already hit Chiyoko's hand!

——Wait, when did he use the second sword?

The excruciating pain in her hand almost made Chiyoko let go - dropping the sword was a big no-no.

Kiryu and Ma had distanced themselves and resumed their confrontation.

The cold aura still lingered around him.

Chiyoko even had the illusion that the wind coming in from the open sliding door was swirling around her brother.

She remembered a TV program she had watched before, in which a Chinese Tai Chi master practiced boxing in a temple-like place (actually a Taoist temple). The wind blew withered yellow leaves and swirled around the master, as if echoing the master's flowing movements.

I remember at the end of that program, the master finished practicing and stopped, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground, forming a pattern similar to Tai Chi on the ground.

Chiyoko always thought it was fake, just like the kendo master's performance of cutting leaves, it was fake.

But now, she's not so sure.

At this time, Kiryu Kazuma spoke: "What's wrong, Chiyoko? Where was your momentum just now? Your sword has become dull."

Chiyoko glanced at the bamboo sword in her hand and almost blurted out the complaint.

Kazuma attacked again, still as fast as before.

The bamboo knives collided together and made a crisp sound.

It’s an unpretentious blow from the previous paragraph.

Chiyoko's left hand holding the tail of the sword almost came loose.

Chiyoko couldn't help but think of the Shigen-ryu master she met at the last national kendo competition.

That guy is said to be the daughter of a police officer from the Osaka Prefectural Police. She has been learning Kesen-ryu from her father since she was a child - Kesen-ryu is an officially certified style by the Metropolitan Police Department.

After the Meiji Restoration, the police system was mainly controlled by the feudal lords of the Satsuma Domain, and the base of Kegenryu was in the Satsuma Domain.

The force of Kiryu Kazuma's attack has already reached the level of a master of sekami-ryu!

But Chiyoko knew that Kazuma's way of exerting power was not gengen-ryu.

There are subtle differences between the upper-level attack and the general upper-level and lower-level attack, which is not obvious to those who practice swordsmanship.

Chiyoko distanced herself and held the bamboo sword firmly again - although the blow just now did not make Chiyoko's bamboo sword fly out of her hand, it also caused some dislocation of the position where Chiyoko held the sword.

In kendo fighting, this misalignment can lead to deformed movements that require readjustment.

"Why not pursue?" Chiyoko asked.

"Because I don't want to defeat you," Kiryu and Ma responded loudly, "I want you to understand my point of view!"

"What are you talking about, meaning Waganai! (Unknown meaning)"

Chiyoko roared, and launched an attack with some abandonment - she knew that if she continued to defend passively, she would definitely be defeated.

The knife was easily lifted away, but Chiyoko felt like "Oh, it really is so" in her heart.

——I should obviously be the stronger one.

Kazuma's counterattack came as expected.

Chiyoko reluctantly sheathed her sword and dealt with it.

In the blink of an eye, Chiyoko's bamboo sword flew high and landed on the floor not far away, making a crisp sound.

Echoing the sound, the patter of rain could be heard outside the dojo, and within seconds it turned into a downpour.

Chiyoko stood there, maintaining the posture of holding the sword, looking at her brother Kiryu Kazuma.

Kazuma used the tip of the bamboo knife's head to gently poke her throat.

"You lose." He said, "I'm going to sell the dojo. If you have any objections, defeat me before the people from Sumitomo Construction come. I will accept your challenge all day tomorrow."

Chiyoko couldn't help but ask: "Why? There are obviously many precious memories here for my brother!"

"Didn't I say it? Keeping the memories in my heart is enough. I will not be restricted by past memories. Chiyoko, we should embrace the present and look to the future."

Chiyoko stared at Kazuma for a long time, then she sighed: "I lost. I agree to sell the dojo."