In a small village in Japan, people make a living by fishing, but there are also fishermen who grow seafood on the sea. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in the same way, they all go out to sea every morning and return with the sunset, and every year they live on this sea.

The sea is always the most grateful and awe-inspiring for the people here.

However, there is one person who is different, he thinks that the sea is very boring, no matter how long he has seen it, it is the same sea, water, sky, fish, birds, nothing else.

"Hey, give me some energy! Don't be lazy!"

Shinichiro Suzuki, the name of this eight-year-old child, was sitting on a rock near the sea at the moment, facing the sea that did not change every day, and he moved his body a little impatiently.

The scolding came from an uncle next to him, who looked a little similar to him.

"It's always like this, how do you inherit our kendo school!Hurry up and sit up!It's over in an hour"

"Got it, Teacher, I'm annoying, after all, what does it have to do with watching the sea and kendo here every day..."

Zhenichiro muttered, and glanced at his teacher very impatiently.

"Hmph, young! Do you know how our Reverse Heaven Flow was born?"

The teacher raised his eyebrows and glared at Zhenichiro, but the latter still looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, so he was helpless.

"I know, how many times have you said it!"

"Tell me about it?"

"It is the pioneer of the reverse slashing of the heart of the sky to see the sea every day, cut the waves, and finally take the sword as a hundred rivers that merge into the sea, after the epiphany, it seems to have traced all the way back to the source of the river, that is, the source of the sea, and the reverse slash waves, which created the reverse slashing sword technique, which is a genre that can cut the enemy's strength back"

Zhenichiro reluctantly retold the story he heard since he was a child, to be honest, when he was a child, he was still very longing for this kind of romantic story, so he put forward a request to learn kendo, but he didn't touch a sword for three years, every day is just looking at the sea, slowly, time wears out his hot pillow, and now his training is just a look, plus he has received a lot of modern information, he has long stopped taking kendo seriously.

"How is this kind of old-fashioned story possible, now everything has to be scientific, teacher"

"You bastard boy!"

"Ouch."

The teacher punched Zhenichiro on the top of the head, and he screamed in pain.

"The way of the sword that we have passed down for many generations is definitely not fake! These are all engraved on the sword inscription stone, the real inscription! Don't insult it!"

The sword inscription stone is a boulder in the gym, with many notches on it, all of which were drawn by the inheritors of the reverse slashing of the heavens in the past dynasties, representing a strong heart that is more resolute than iron and stone.

Zhenichiro has always wanted to mark his own mark on it.

"If it's true, why don't you teach me? Why don't you let me use a sword?"

"Reverse slash Tianxinliu, you only saw the reverse slash, and you don't understand why the word Tianxin was added at the end, so you can't hold the sword yet, only when you don't hold the sword, but you are strong enough, it can be handed over to you"

A sharp gaze shot out of the teacher's pupils, and the deep tone made Zhenichiro feel a burst of pressure.

"I'm not weak! All the boys in the village can't beat me!"

A strong desire compelled him to say something like this, yes, it was a desire to be recognized, and the teacher wanted to identify with his powerful desire.

"Then take all your strength away, will you still be able to beat them?"

"But these strengths are my own! I have trained them myself! This is proof of my strength!"

Zhenichiro stood up, but the little man looked at the teacher without giving in, his eyes full of stubbornness.

"Hmph! You are not allowed to eat today! Think about your mistakes here!"

The teacher turned around, ignored Shinichiro, and left the place alone.

"If you don't eat, you don't eat.."

And Zhenichiro also sat down unconvinced, and continued to stare at the sea that made him boring.

Time is fast, and it has always been a galloping wild horse, never looking back at the flowers it has stepped on.

The teacher hid in the distance behind Zhenichiro and silently looked at the stubborn boy.

He didn't blame Zhenichiro for fighting with the boys in the village, because he knew that it was all for him.

Not long ago, a self-proclaimed texturer came here, with an incredible and strange trick that can summon a huge stream of water from the sky, and he wants to recruit a faction here.

The people who did good things soon called him to come to the gym to compete.

As a result, it was miserable, and Zhenichiro watched his teacher be defeated with his own eyes, and from then on, the boy in the village no longer longed for kendo, but went to learn texture from that person.

It was already late, and many fishermen returned to the shore one after another, and they also saw Shinichiro on the rocks.

A boy of about the same age walked up.

"Yo! Zhenichiro, have you made a mistake again and been punished? hahaha!"

"No road race! I'm looking at the sea!"

In the face of ridicule, Zhenichiro was naturally embarrassed to admit that he was punished, so he had to say that he was still practicing.

"Watching the sea?"

The exaggerated question of the person on the other side is also a kind of mockery.

"I said Zhenichiro, what's the use of watching the sea? You better give up kendo early and go with me to learn the art of texture! This old-fashioned thing like kendo should have been eliminated a long time ago!"

Zhenichiro was silent, he also felt that the texture was stronger, and he wanted to learn, but he couldn't make up his mind, after all, his teacher lost, and if he even ran to learn the texture over there, there would always be a sour feeling.

"How's it going? You saw it in the last competition, right? The texture is much stronger than kendo! There are a lot of boys in the village who have gone to learn."

"You're not allowed to mention that competition!!"

Zhenichiro stood up angrily, he didn't allow anyone to mention it in front of him in that competition, which is why he beat up all the boys in the village.

"Okay, don't mention it, don't mention it, I'll go first, and I'm going to practice controlling the texture today"

The other party was obviously frightened by Zhenichiro, and shrank up suddenly, but he still left a sentence before leaving.

"Continue to watch the sea! I look forward to you becoming a world-famous swordsman! Hahaha!"

The people are gone, the sun has set below the sea level, and the whole coast is only the waves crashing against the rocks with a loud crashing sound.

Zhenichiro lay on the rock, listening quietly.

Even if you learn textures, it's not like you can't beat me now?

Although thinking like this, he still felt that his heart was blocked, this feeling of being defeated by them at any time was very uncomfortable, and his future might be weaker than all of them, as soon as he thought of this, Zhenichiro had a feeling of unconvinced, and there was a desire to not lose to them, so he wanted to hold his own sword early.

Although, kendo is not as strong as texture, this is the opinion of Zhenichiro.

"It would be nice if I could learn texture, and combine texture with reverse slashing flow"

But immediately he remembered his stubborn teacher, and a wave of boredom rushed over him.

"Ahhhh

In this way, Shinichiro lay down on the rock and fell asleep.

"Someday you'll understand... Zhenichiro, I believe in you, even if I am no longer there that day, you will definitely understand"

A figure hiding in the distant reef keeps an eye on Zhenichiro, and that is his teacher.