I teach kendo in Tokyo

Dang and Ma hurriedly hurriedly, and finally arrived at the hospital before the sun went down.

As a result, at the entrance of the hospital, I met Masago Ueizumi who was pushed out by his wife in a wheelchair.

Kazuma saw at a glance that there was an additional word above Kamiizumi Masaru's head: Dying Breath.

There is no explanation for the entry, and such a simple and easy-to-understand word really does not need explanation.

Kamiizumi looked at Kazuma's expression and said with a smile: "Why are you so serious? I'm not dead yet."

But it’s faster to look at the entries above your head.

Of course Kazuma would not say that, and he also allowed himself to smile: "Well, then I was really at a loss for rushing here. When I received the news, I had just finished a big meal, and I was enjoying the meal beautifully. As for dessert, I rushed over in a hurry..."

"Huh, don't worry, I won't let you come in vain." Shangquan Zhenggang said with a smile, "Let's go to my little room. You really brought a lot of people here."

After he finished speaking, his wife said, "Don't worry, the bedroll is enough."

"Okay, that's good." Shangquan Zhengang nodded repeatedly.

But his wife added: "The room is just not enough. The children may have to sleep together in the dojo at night."

Kazuma quickly said: "It doesn't matter, we have no problem."

"Okay, it's like a dormitory!" Mikako said loudly, "Let's have a pillow fight tonight!"

Qingliu sighed: "Just like children, we can't have so much fun when there are patients."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Shangquanzheng just waved his hand, "I also like to see young people having fun. Let's go, Quan Jianlian's car is over there, where is your car?"

Kazuma pointed to the black luxury car parked not far away.

"Follow closely." Shangizumi said just now, and then made a "go" gesture to his wife.

Only then did Kazuma remember whether he should help the old lady push the wheelchair.

Just as he was about to speak, the old lady said first, "Let me do it. I probably don't have much time left to push him."

The old lady seemed to be saying that she would soon be unable to push anymore, but Kazuma, who knew the real situation through the entry, guessed that the hospital had probably informed the old lady of the fact.

As for Kamiizumi Masaka himself, the old man probably felt that his end was approaching, so he called Kazuma over.

Kazuma watched the old lady push the old man into Quan Jianlian's RV - that car also had a barrier-free design and could push a wheelchair directly up.

Kazuma waved to his disciples: "Let's go too."

**

Shangquanzhenggang's villa is indeed, as he said, a small house.

It is also a building with a dojo. This house is a whole circle smaller than the Kazuma family's Kiryu dojo.

And it seems that there is only a small attic on the second floor, which is completely unlike the Kiryu Dojo. There is also a row of houses on the second floor for the disciples who enter the house.

Old Mrs. Kamizumi pushed Kamizumi directly into the entrance hall, and then waved to Kazuma: "Come and help me."

Kazuma hurried forward and helped the old lady move the wheelchair up the steps of the entrance.

Then the old lady bent down and helped Quan Zhenggang take off his shoes.

Kazuma then took off his shoes and put them together with his disciples' shoes.

At this time, Kamizumi Masako suddenly said: "Kiryu, push me to the dojo."

Kazuma immediately stepped forward and pushed Kamizumi Masagoda towards the dojo.

Old Mrs. Shangquan helped him open the door of the dojo.

"Open the door to the courtyard." As soon as he entered the dojo, Shangizumi pointed at the door on the side and said.

Honami, who followed Kazuma in, immediately hurried to the door and opened it to the side.

Outside the door you can see the buildings of Kagoshima city, and a little further away is Kagoshima Bay. On the other side of the bay is the famous Sakurajima volcano.

Pillar clouds gathered at Sakurajima Pass today, looking like thick smoke.

Kazuma looked at Sakurajima and couldn't help but ask: "Is that an eruption?"

"No, geologists say that the volcano is not active now." Masahiro Kamizumi replied, "But even inactive active volcanoes still emit smoke like this from time to time. This is also a famous scene of Kagoshima City."

Kazuma said "Oh".

Masago Kamizumi continued: "So you see, the story in the novel "Sakurajima" cannot be true at all. Anyone who has lived in Kagoshima for a while knows that artistic creation is artistic creation."

According to Masato Ueizumi, the novel "Sakurajima" was set on Sakurajima at his suggestion.

Kazuma was about to ask him why he suggested this, but Masahiro Ueizumi added: "When I was young, there was no house like this on this hilltop, it was all wild land. I like to sit here and look at the smoky Sakurajima .

"At that time, I was already the strongest swordsman in Japan. If it were in ancient times, I might have become a guest of the Daimyo.

“But in this modern age with cannons and machine guns, my martial arts skills are useless. Not to mention being a swordsman for big shots, even the military doesn’t want me who can only wield a sword.

"No matter how powerful I am, I can kill dozens or hundreds of enemies from the sky. The scale of modern warfare is different from before, and the casualties of dozens or hundreds of people are not worth mentioning at all.

"During the Russo-Japanese War, there could be tens of thousands of casualties in one day. Machine guns and artillery were much stronger than swords in this regard."

Kazuma wanted to interrupt, but after looking at the Dying Breath entry above the old man's head, he finally chose to listen honestly.

"Then it was here, facing Sakurajima, that I suddenly figured it out." Ueizumi suddenly stopped and looked at the Sakurajima volcano and fell into silence.

Kazuma waited for a while and then said: "Senior Kamiizumi?"

The old man came back to his senses and waved his hand: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered the scene at that time. In short, that day I suddenly decided to give up the real sword duel that I had been insisting on and join the All Sword Federation to promote kendo as a fitness sport."

Kazuma said "Oh". In fact, he was very curious about how the old man had such a change of thought, but he couldn't interrupt the old man.

"Since then, more than sixty years have passed. I bought this land and built this small house. When I have nothing to do, I come back here to see the Sakurajima volcano.

"At the same time, I will also wave the real sword here to prevent myself from forgetting the skills that I regarded as a treasure in the first thirty years of my life."

Kazuma looked around the dojo and suddenly realized that there was no sword rest or swords on display in the dojo.

"Um," he couldn't help but ask, "I don't see any swords in this dojo."

"There used to be some. Then I took my saber and went to the islands in Southeast Asia to participate in the war. When I boarded the transport ship returning to Japan, I threw the sharpened knife into the sea.

"It belongs there."

Kazuma glanced at Seiryu. She was carrying Seisame Tokiki who had taken it out from the sword room on her back, and in her arms were Bizen Nagafune Ichimonji Masamune and Murasame who were still in the sword room.

Kazuma asked himself, he probably couldn't bear to throw the famous sword that fought alongside him into the sea.

I still can't understand this kind of behavior based on my own level.

Kamiizumi just looked at Sakurajima and fell into silence again. If it weren't for the piercing eyes of the old man, Kazuma would have suspected that he had fallen asleep.

Just when Kazuma was about to speak, the old man sighed: "Looking back now, it is really a good knife. Kanako! Bring the knife here!"

"Here we come." The old lady Shangquan entered the dojo with two Japanese swords in her arms. She walked up to Shangquan Zhengang and put the two knives into the old man's hand. "You, can't you have a good rest now that you're like this? ?”

The old lady complained, then glanced at Kazuma.

Kazuma felt the old lady's eyes saying: "Just stay with him."

So he nodded slightly.

The old lady then turned and left.

Kamiizumi Masashi handed one of the two swords to Kazuma.

Kazuma quickly took it and asked casually: "This knife is..."

"Modern factory-made knife, stainless steel blade."

Kazuma said "Oh".

"Why, do you still think it's an ancient sword?"

Kazuma smiled awkwardly. He really thought it was some kind of precious ancient sword just now, and he was looking forward to it a little.

Masago Ueizumi continued: "The knives produced by modern technology are actually better than most ancient knives. Many ancient knives curl up after a few cuts, and they are not as durable as stainless steel.

"It's just that knives forged with modern machinery and craftsmanship do not contain the faith of the craftsman, so no particularly powerful and famous swords will be born."

After hearing this, Kazuma suddenly had an idea and said, "According to your opinion, the strongest sword should be a knife hand-forged by modern craftsmen using modern technology, right?"

Ueizumi Masato smiled and said: "Theoretically, this is true. However, the things made by the knife makers I know are not better than the things mass-produced by the factory. I don't know whether it is because modern craftsmen have less roots, or it is something else. Something is wrong."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tamamo sitting in the corner.

Is it because mystery is declining?

Kazuma's thinking was interrupted by Kamizumi Masaru standing up from his wheelchair.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, but the old man stopped him: "Don't move! Take the knife and stand on the opposite side."

Kazuma hesitated for a moment, but still let go of his left hand holding the handle of the wheelchair. With his right hand holding the knife that Izumi had just handed him, he walked towards the opposite side of the old man.

When he reached his position, he turned to face the old man.

Shangquan Zhengang didn't look like he was on his deathbed at all. He stood there with great momentum.

The old man raised his leg and kicked the wheelchair behind him, then held the knife in his hand flat in front of him and slowly pulled out the blade.

The shining blade reflected the light of the setting sun outside the dojo.

Kamizumi just threw away the scabbard, turned his right hand, and the blade was pointed straight at Kazuma.

"Draw the sword, let me see what you are capable of." He shouted sternly.

As he finished speaking, Kazuma heard a thunderous sound behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a new plume of smoke erupting from the top of the Sakurajima volcano in the distance.

What the hell?

The wind picked up, and strong wind poured into the dojo from the door, tearing Kazuma's clothes.

Although reason told Kazuma that an eruption of this magnitude could not create the strong winds that swept across Kagoshima Bay. This wind was just a coincidence.

But Kazuma still felt that the wind carried the burning heat of the crater.

Kamiizumi just raised his voice, his voice like a bell: "Draw out your sword, Kiryu Kazuma!"

Kazuma pursed his lips and silently held the hilt of the sword.

The knife had obviously been carefully cared for, and it was pulled out of the scabbard with just a slight effort.

He threw the scabbard to Honami who was closest to him, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and took a mid-section stance.

"Let me explain first," Ueizumi grinned, "Although this knife is not edged, it will still cause severe fractures and serious injuries if it is hit."

Kazuma was speechless: "Then I can only try not to get hit."

Kamizumi burst out laughing, then stepped forward——

Kazuma originally thought that the sword master's attack would be in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye, just like what was shown in those animated comics.

He was even a little surprised to see that the Sword Master was still following the laws of physics.

But it's one thing to see clearly, and another thing to be able to react.

He Ma Kankan blocked the sword from the front, and the sword was almost knocked away.

At the moment when the blades of the blades collided, Kamizumi directly raised Kazuma's sword with his backhand and kicked upwards at the same time.

This move was so smooth that Kazuma was kicked so hard that he staggered back several steps.

"Well, I'm really old." Shangquan just sighed inhumanely, and followed quickly with another sword strike.

Kazuma's lower body was unstable, and he was very reluctant to block this time.

But he was so anxious that he held the knife in one hand instead, and grabbed the old man's clothes with his free hand.

Unexpectedly, the old man's headbutt came at the next moment.

Kazuma was hit so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, and he was kicked again in a hurry.

"Every part of a true swordsman's body is a weapon," Masago Ueizumi said loudly. "Focusing only on the sword is the benevolence and justice of competitive kendo."

Kazuma took advantage of the old man's lecture to regain his posture and calm down.

But he knew in his heart that just now the old man continued to attack without preaching, and his head was in a different place.

So strong, Sword Master.

Kazuma felt that the old man was not exerting his full strength now, after all, he was on his deathbed, but beating himself was still like playing.

Is this the pinnacle of Japanese Kendo?

In other words, is that guy Uesugi Soichiro stronger than this?

When he thought of that remnant of the old Japanese army, Kazuma's fighting spirit was high.

He said loudly: "Senior Shangquan, please continue to teach me!"

Shangizumi just smiled: "Of course!"

He rushed towards Kazuma again.

Almost at the same time, the muffled sound of Sakurajima volcano erupting came from behind Kazuma.

The strong wind hits from behind, echoing the roaring blade from the front!

This time, Kazuma still blocked it very reluctantly.

"Too slow!" Kamizumi shouted, trying to raise Kazuma's sword again.

Kazuma starts directly.

Unexpectedly, the sword master stepped back and avoided Kazuma's kick. At some point, the sword he retracted struck Kazuma's leg horizontally.

Kazuma quickly fell backwards and rolled to avoid the knife.

Shangquan was just starting to catch up.

But Kazuma's back roll was followed by a forward slash.

This knife interrupted Masago Ueizumi's offensive, and he blocked it.

"Hmph, I don't know where you learned this trick, but it really reminds me of a lot of things." Shangquan said happily.

Yes, elated.

"Very good!" He took two steps back and regrouped, "You win this round!"

Kazuma couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He knew that he didn't win at all, he just dealt with it passively.

You have to attack.