The next day, Ifu woke up early, and before she could see the color, she got up and practiced her sword in the courtyard.

During the sword practice, I heard some rustling sounds in the distance, as if the wind was rubbing against the leaves.

Is it a swordsman from Takekoshi Michieda?

With the idea that they could learn from each other, she climbed over the courtyard wall and searched for the source of the sound.

Between the bamboos in the woods, there was an ink-colored figure holding a sword, Yifu saw the figure throw something from a distance, and then kicked away from the surface, like a gust of wind, and she couldn't even see where the sword in the man's hand went, such a big movement, but the bamboo next to it did not move, and when the man landed, she saw the sword again, and the man was holding other things in his hand.

"Don't peek, come out. ”

It is the voice of Takekoshi Michieda.

Yifu looked around, only to realize that it was him, so he stepped forward to greet him.

When she came to the front, she saw Takekoshi Michizhi holding a tea cup, and a few bamboo leaves fell into it.

"I heard movement just now, I thought it was someone else practicing swords, thinking if I could learn a lesson or two, but I didn't expect it to be you, sorry, I didn't mean to peek. After that, she looked at the tea cup again: "Is this for making tea?"

"You can talk to other people, but you can't talk to me?"

He ignored her question about making tea and asked.

"Huh?" she didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"I, why don't you want to 'learn from each other' after you see that it's me here?"

Knowing what he meant, she drew her sword.

"I also ask the teacher to give me advice. ”

"It's a private sparring where you can use the skills you're good at. ”

Ifu appreciated his concerns and smiled back at him, "Let's start." ”

If the figure of Takekoshi Michie is a clear spring in Takegoshi, then his sword is the wind that brings everything into the gloomy wind.

Clean, without a trace, she was overwhelmed by his attack and fled into space, but he was like a keen goshawk, always able to accurately catch her traces, and then cut open the cracks where she was hidden.

Even if she found an opportunity to attack him, he always managed to take every move from her, even if it was her moon-based magic, he could crack it, or use the sword wind to reflect back to her.

After a few rounds, she struggled, and he saw an opportunity to attack her again, but when he reached her, he didn't strike, but struck her lightly on the shoulder.

"You're very unfamiliar with space-time magic, and it seems that another magic hasn't been used in actual combat for a long time, so why didn't you use what you're good at?"

“...”

His sword was obviously light, but when it hit her shoulder, it made her feel painful.

Perhaps his words hit her in the sore spot, and she pursed her lips slightly, very hesitant.

"Don't you want to?" he put away his sword, but did not leave.

"My best move was taught to me by my father, but because of many things, the family relationship between the two of us broke down, and all that was left was hatred. ”

"So, is it because you can't use that ability anymore after the break, or do you not want to use his knowledge?"

"The latter. ”

"If that's the case, I don't think you need to worry so much, there are some similarities between us, my swordsmanship was taught by my father, but then I also drifted away due to different beliefs, but I never gave up the sword, I believe that under the nourishment of coexistence with the sword and each actual battle, it has completely become my thing, so..."

He paused, then continued, "Father has only led you through this door, and I am sure that what you have learned now must be entirely your own. ”

Hearing this, Yifu looked up at him in shock.

"If your father invented the sword, would you still think so?"

"If so, then I will be grateful to him, for he created the sword that is most important to me, and which protects me in the world. ”

His words were like a gust of wind in the bamboo forest, blowing away all her confusion, even if it was a flat tone, it still made her clear and heard the stirring in her heart.

"Thank you, but... I hope you won't regret persuading me. ”

She laughed, a burst of lightning surged on her body, she lifted her sword, and once again prepared her offensive posture-

After that, the swordsmen who were fortunate enough to pass by to observe this exchange took this as their boasting point.

...

In the next few days, Takekoshi Michieda patiently instructed Yifu's pure swordsmanship, and also shared his experience of learning swords with her.

Yi Fu was also very competitive, and after he read some points, she immediately remembered them, and quickly got started, and then through practice, turned them into swordsmanship with her own characteristics.

Canary and Iseti are usually called by her to practice in addition to cheering for Yifu.

The two of them sometimes walked in the hall of Takekoshi Michieda, and they could hear people around them talking about Yifu, who had defeated the Devouring Rank and the Divine Rank Who...

When she gets serious, she will be the focus of the whole process, the brightest light in the sky.

Soon, three hundred and seventy swordsmen in the Takekoshi Daozhi had been defeated at her hands, and only one person remained.

He is also the most difficult one to beat.

So when the opponent was left with only Takekoshi Daozhi, Yifu almost didn't close his eyes again, and he danced in the bamboo forest every time, constantly replaying his sword in his mind.

Even with the use of thunder and lightning, she could only barely fight to a tie with him, and if she wanted to defeat her with swordsmanship, she would need to put in too much effort.

But for some reason, she always feels like she's reached a bottleneck lately, and no matter how much she pays, she still stays where she is.

Takekoshi sometimes watched her practice, and even though her movements had made everyone else high-five and cheer, he never praised her.

This night seemed to have moonlight shining through, and the whole bamboo forest was much brighter.

She gasped for breath to rest, and when she wanted to practice again, Michieda Takegoshi came to her side, his sword in his hand.

"Tonight, I'll be your opponent. ”

In the face of his attack, she was already able to defend well and fight back, and gradually, a trace of pressure was born in her sword wind and passed on to him.

It's just that in the end, she still failed.

"You have a distraction, so it is difficult for you to have a deeper understanding, I ask you, what are you here for?"

"In order to... Let Takekoshi Michie support Xinjun. She brushed the light sweat from her forehead and replied.

"As long as you have this idea, you will never be able to defeat me. ”

He slapped his sword.

"If you want to practice the sword to the extreme, you have to make the sword your own heart, and facing it is like facing your own soul, what you are seeking is to make me surrender to the new king, not the sword, so you can't win me. ”