I teach kendo in Tokyo

Ueizumi Masago once again used rapid chops on Kazuma.

At first, Kazuma thought he was going to spit again and dodged his hand first, but the old man attacked directly and almost missed the first blow.

Then Kazuma finally managed to take on the blows like a storm, almost every blow was forced, and the last knife almost flew out of his hand.

Although Kazuma managed to hold the knife firmly in the end, Masago Kamizumi's blade still penetrated his defense and pressed against his neck.

At exactly this time, thunder sounded in the sky, and an even stronger wind than before poured in from the dojo gate. The heavy moisture in the wind reminded Kazuma of the most annoying trip back to Nantian in his previous life.

Everyone could feel that a storm was coming.

"Do you see clearly?" the old man asked.

"See clearly." Kazuma nodded.

"Then it's your turn to attack and see if you can win."

"clear."

Kazuma licked his lips and waited for Izumi to return to his seat.

At this time, the wind became stronger, and Kazuma's ears could hear Mikako exclaiming from outside: "Wow, I'm going to be blown away!"

Then came the voice of the old lady Shangquan: "Your skirt flies too easily. Go and change into pants! I'll lend it to you!"

It looks pretty lively outside.

"Get rid of distracting thoughts!" Kamizumi shouted to Kazuma, "Concentrate! Attack!"

Kazuma took a deep breath, dismissed distracting thoughts, and launched an attack.

He followed the old man's movements in his memory.

The first sword should be as fast as the old man's.

But the difference in speed was immediately apparent with the second sword. The old man seized the opportunity and counterattacked. The stainless steel knife hit Kazuma's arm directly, causing him to almost scream in pain.

"If I hadn't pulled back, your left hand would have been comminuted and fractured!" Shangquan Zhenggang shouted, "Faster! Only by connecting smoothly can you not give the opponent a chance to counterattack!"

Kazuma changed to holding the knife in his left hand and rubbed the area where he had just been hit with his right hand. It must be bruised, it hurts so much when I press it.

Just when Kamizumi saw Kazuma grinning, he turned to Honami, who was watching, and said, "There is a medicine box in the cabinet over there. There is a bruise medicine in it. Apply it to him."

Honami immediately ran to the cabinet, but Kazuma shouted loudly: "I want to continue!"

"Hmph, you have a very good attitude. Come on then!" Shangizumi Masahiro said once again, holding the knife in his midsection.

Kazuma attacked again, this time more focused and faster than the last time.

However, between the first and second blows, Masago Kamizumi seized the opportunity to fight back.

This time Kazuma was mentally prepared and directly used the guard of the knife to block the counterattack.

"Being able to prevent a counterattack is worthy of recognition. But from the beginning, you felt that you would definitely not be able to hit the second blow. I don't like this attitude." Masaru Ueizumi commented, "You don't even believe that you can do it. That definitely can’t be done!”

Kazuma retorted: "I just don't want another bruise on my hand. It's called a red heart and two hands."

"What a red heart!" Shangquan Zhengang suddenly launched an attack.

At the same moment, the strong wind from Kagoshima Bay roared in, making the doors and windows of the entire house rattle.

Amidst the harsh metal collision, Kazuma saw something crossing his field of vision.

It seems like a broken knife?

Kazuma thought that the Bizen Nagafune Ichimonmasamune was cut off by the old man, but the next moment he discovered that the old man's stainless steel knife was broken.

Because the sword was broken, the shorter blade broke through Kazuma's defense and was now pressed against Kazuma's belly.

But directly in front of Kazuma is the upper body of the old man with the door wide open.

Kazuma subconsciously pushed the knife forward and put it on the old man's neck.

Then he remembered that his knife had been sharpened and quickly took it back.

The old man laughed: "I never thought that I would lose in the end because I cut off my own knife."

Kazuma was speechless: "This...can't count you as losing."

"If you lose, you lose. At first glance, it seems to be the problem with my knife, but I am the one who decided to use this knife." Ueizumi just raised the broken blade in front of him and looked at it carefully, "Well, look at this cross section. When I just cut off another stainless steel knife, it had already suffered a lot of damage, but I didn't change the knife, so I lost and I couldn't blame the knife."

Kazuma complained: "Even if you want to change the knife, there is no knife to change. Is it possible to use my Murasame?"

Qingliu interjected: "You can also use my Qingyu."

"No," Shangizumi just shook his head, "I won't use the ancient sword anymore."

Kazuma said "Oh", and then couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked: "What kind of knife is the knife you sunk on the Pacific island?"

"A very good knife." Ueizumi Masagi gave the same answer as he said and did not say, "I don't know who forged it. There is no inscription on it, not on the blade, nor in the handle. .”

"Have you taken the handle apart to look at it?" Kazuma exclaimed.

The handle of a Japanese sword is also considered to be part of the entire sword, like the Bizen Nagafune Ichimonji in the hand of Kazuma. The so-called "Ichimonji" refers to the decorative pattern "Ichimonmon" on the handle.

Therefore, generally speaking, the handles of ancient knives that have been preserved to this day are not disassembled.

Shangquan Zhengang smiled and said: "I was curious at that time. With such a useful knife, I naturally wanted to know its origin. Just like if you are very happy with a girl, you will naturally want more. You know her well, don’t you?”

Kazuma: "This..."

Shangquan was about to say something else, but he coughed violently.

Upon seeing this, Honami put down the medical kit she had just taken out, and ran to the door to the courtyard of the dojo, intending to close the door.

But Kamizumi stopped her loudly: "No need to turn it off! Just leave it open like this. I haven't had such a comfortable wind in a long time."

Kazuma looked back and found that there were dark clouds outside the house.

It's August now, and given Japan's latitude, it should be a good time to watch the sunset, but now it's completely dark.

The lights of Kagoshima City outline the shape of Kagoshima Bay, and the sea beyond is pitch black.

Sakurajima volcano was also hidden in the dark night, completely invisible.

The wind blowing from the sea continued to roar, making the doors and windows of the house flutter.

Kazuma could even hear creaking sounds coming from certain parts of the house.

He couldn't help but look up.

There are many wooden houses in Japan, especially single-family houses, many of which are wooden houses.

Ueizumi Masato reassured Kazuma: "Don't worry, this house was built by me myself. It is very strong. It has experienced countless typhoons over the years and it remains firm and motionless, just like me."

Kazuma glanced at the "dying breath" entry above the old man's head, thought for a while and said nothing.

Qingliu stood up and said, "Go and help. It seems that the typhoon is going to land early. I don't want to sleep in a house with the windows blown away by the wind."

Honami also nodded: "Yes, me too."

When Hema saw that the two girls were going to help, he thought that it was unreasonable for him, a grown man, not to help.

He looked at Shangquan who was about to speak when the old man took the initiative and said, "You should go and help too. I am too anxious to teach you this trick. It won't be troublesome to teach you if you are ready to deal with the typhoon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mikako hurried into the dojo: "Kazuma! Who is this?"

Kazuma: "Who's coming?"

"That's who it is! That one, Ina! No, it's..." Mikako looked like she was racking her brains, but she suddenly understood, "Shita Inaba! Shimo Inaba is here!"

Shangquan Zhengang asked seriously: "Is it me or my son who is here?"

"Son, son, son!" Mikako said three sons in a row, "I forgot what his name was, it's the one Kazuma defeated."

At this time, Kazuma remembered something that Toda-senpai said this morning. Inaba Akira was found missing early in the morning.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Shangquanzheng just strode towards the gate of the dojo: "Did you actually run here by yourself? How many times have I told you that I will not accept him as my disciple!"

Mikako asked curiously: "Why? Isn't it good to sell face to the police director?"

"Because I think my strength is not enough to turn rotten wood into pillars." The old man said.

Kazuma thought to himself that this old man was indeed a vicious man.

As long as he is gentler, he will not let Inaba Akake get the Seven Deadly Sins entry.

While thinking this, Kazuma followed the old man carrying the Bizen Nagafune Ichimonmasamune.

After taking two steps, he remembered that his knife had been sharpened, and it was obvious that if he brought it out like this and let the neighbors see it, they might get the wrong idea.

Shangquanzheng had just lived on this hilltop and there were not many neighbors. Moreover, everyone had made good preparations for the storm, and the doors and windows were boarded up.

But what if someone sees it?

Kazuma turned around to look for the scabbard, but couldn't find it after searching around. Then he remembered that he had just launched the scabbard and knocked down a painting of old man Ueizumi.

He raised his head and was about to run to the innermost part of the dojo, when he saw Qingliu coming over with a scabbard.

"Give."

"Thanks."

Kazuma took the scabbard and inserted the knife into it. Just then, Masago Kamizumi shouted angrily from outside the house: "Who asked you to come here! I have said many times that I will not teach you, a student!"

Kazuma and Seiryu looked at each other and ran out of the dojo at full speed.

Shangquan was standing in the yard just now, glaring at "that person" standing at the door.

A black mist lingers around Inaba Akira's body.

Kazuma knew something was wrong as soon as he saw the fog.

Akira Inaba might be possessed by something.

Kazuma immediately turned to look for Tamamo, and then saw her holding a stool next to her. On the stool, an old lady was installing baffles for the windows.

While the old lady was busy talking, she said to Izumi Masato: "Old man, why are you so mean! Can you still drive people away in this weather? The nearest bus station is at the foot of the mountain, and there are no taxis to stop on this road. , It’s going to rain again soon, so let the kids come and stay for one night!”

Kamiizumi just sighed: "Oh, that's right. Come in."

Kazuma said loudly: "Wait a minute! I have a question for Inaba-san!"

Kamizumi just glanced at Kazuma and was about to speak when raindrops fell, and in the blink of an eye it turned from a light drizzle to a downpour.

"Let's talk after we come in." Shangquan Zhengang waved his hand, turned around and walked into the venue.

Kazuma glanced at Tamamo.

Tamamo's expression was very serious, and it was almost certain that something was wrong with this guy.

Old Mrs. Kamiizumi jumped down from the stool and said to Tamamo: "I'm going to put on a raincoat. You boys are free now. Come and help me seal the windows."

Kazuma glanced at Inaba Akira, who was still standing at the door in the heavy rain, and hesitated for a moment before replying: "Okay, I'll put on my raincoat right now."

The old lady Shangquan ran into the edge, shook the water on her head under the eaves, and looked at Shimo Inaba who was still standing at the door: "My child, what's wrong with you? Come in quickly! You'll catch a cold in the rain!"

Lightning crossed the sky, lighting up the yard and street, and of course Akira Inaba. Only then did Kazuma realize that this guy had a knife on his back.

The old lady Shangquan was speechless, and she rushed into the rain and ran towards Inaba: "What is this child doing?"

Kazuma shouted to stop the old lady: "Wait a minute! Mrs. Kamiizumi, something is wrong with him!"

Soon enough, another lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder followed one after another, exploding in everyone's ears.

The moment the light of lightning disappeared, a cold light flashed behind Inaba Akira.

Kazuma reacted quickly and directly drew his sword and used the Black Dragon.

The scabbard quickly took off Inaba's face and collided with the cold light in the air.

The electric light flashed again, and thunder exploded.

Half of the sleeves of old lady Kanako Kamiizumi's kimono cracked and fell off. Kazuma's interference caused the sword to miss the mark!

The old lady Shangquan covered her bare arms and stepped back, staring at Inaba Akira in front of her in horror.

"X-Mr. Inaba?"

Akira Inaba laughed loudly, took a step forward and swung his sword again——

Kazuma had already rushed forward, and in the light of lightning, Bizen Nagafune Ichimonji Masamune drew an arc and took off Inaba Akira's chest!

Got it!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed between Kazuma and the rice leaves. The lightning flashed across the rain-covered ground, and Kazuma's body became paralyzed——

Damn it, can it still be like this?

Shimo Inaba was completely unaffected and stepped forward, slashing Kazuma's chest with his sword.

Sui Shi Qingyu suddenly appeared and blocked the knife.

"What are you doing?" Seiryu shouted to Kazuma while dodging Inaba's second sword, intending to use his petite body to rush into the opponent's attack range.

However, a second bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

Kazuma flew up and kicked Qingliu away, but he was electrocuted and became numb again.

That's not right. Kazuma actually has time to think about it. The power of this lightning is wrong. A normal lightning strike would kill me!

At this moment, Akira Inaba arrived in front of him, holding up the long sword in his hand.

Lightning like a swimming dragon in the sky illuminated the shining long knife.

"Kazuma Kiryu! I am the chosen one!" Akira Inaba roared angrily, swinging his knife at the paralyzed Kazuma.

Fire splashed.

Kamizumi, who was holding a broken blade, just stood in front of Kazuma, and deflected the sword that struck him with thunderous force.

"I am really looked down upon, old man." The old man sneered, "Who gave you the courage to dare to make trouble in front of my house?"

As he finished speaking, Sakurajima volcano, which was originally in darkness in the distance, erupted violently, and red magma rushed into the sky.