City Children's Palace, Musashi Kendo Training Center.

In the center of the field, two people wearing kendo armor and holding bamboo swords were facing each other.

The tips of the two bamboo swords are staggered, and the bamboo sword on the left side trembles slightly, not the cowardice of the sword wielder, this is a temptation, but also to hide the attack that he may launch in the next second, which is similar to the broken steps of taekwondo, sanda, and Jeet Kune Do.

But the person holding the sword on the right did not move, in every sense of the word. The bamboo sword in his hand was steady, his breathing was long, and only the steps under his feet were moving slightly between the steps to adjust the best position to meet and return fire.

The arena is very quiet, countless pairs of eyes are staring at this duel in the field, the competition of kendo is not a fight-like back and forth, the victory and defeat are often settled in an instant with the sound of spring thunder. If it was in the era when the ronin was in power, when the thunder settled, it would not be applause, but the silent red rain.

The arena was quiet for two full minutes, and the two people with swords did not move, but kept moving, moving forward and retreating, and no one swung the first sword.

In the third minute, the man on the left who had been tempting finally couldn't take it anymore, and there was a loud roar from under the shield mask, and the roar shook the hall - but he still didn't draw his sword.

The person on the right didn't disturb his mind because of this sudden qi, he didn't move, and he didn't even shake the bamboo sword in his hand.

After three minutes and twenty seconds, the person on the left finally launched an attack, and without the slightest warning, the bamboo sword raised high and responded with a downward slash that had been practiced tens of thousands of times on weekdays.

The sword-wielder on the right took out the sword at the moment when the opponent raised his arm, and the bamboo sword raised and slammed into the attack that fell in front of him.

Hit the face.

A duel that had been deadlocked for three minutes ended in less than three seconds.

There was thunderous applause from the sidelines, and... The cheers of the little ones.

This is the largest children's palace in the city, and of course there will be a lot of children.

Therefore, the duel that is happening now is not a world-renowned sword duel, but an exhibition match in the kendo training class of the Children's Palace, which was originally held to show the charm of kendo to the children and parents who come together, so as to carry out the spring enrollment of the Kendo class of the Children's Palace in the new season.

"If it weren't for the fact that my face was still a little stunned now, I would have thought I was dreaming just now." The left side of the field took off the mask and revealed the face of a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with emotion and incredulity on his face.

The side on the right side that won the duel also took off the mask, but below was a boy who was too young to be presentable, his face was full of calmness with black hair and black eyes, and he didn't have the joy of winning at all, he and the middle-aged man returned the salute and got up again and said: "The fist is afraid of being young and strong, and the same is true of kendo." ”

"It's still reaction and speed to eat, but your habit of not trying to hit the back hand at all has to be changed, and it's a disadvantage if you don't attack first." The middle-aged man hugged the mask on his right waist and looked at the boy in front of him, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, in amazement: "If it weren't for your foundation being fought by me, I would really think that you started learning swords in your mother's womb, and the sudden qi of that situation can't make you move up in a hurry." ”

Kendo in the Qi He refers to the sudden shouting of the middle-aged man in the duel, which has the effect of refreshing and intimidating, and now more people call that thing "war roar", as long as the voice is loud and suddenly bursts to shock the enemy so that it is exposed, you can seize the gap and defeat it in one breath.

"Coach, you're thinking too much." The boy finally showed a helpless smile on his face: "I really just reacted quickly, the fingers holding the sword when you were angry just now showed no signs of force, how could I be hit." ”

"You still know what to call me a coach." The middle-aged man glanced at the excited children on the sidelines and the parents who were groping with their pockets with pain on their faces, and sighed: "Anyway, I also took the sixth dan exam last year, but I lost to you, so I don't want to lose face." ”

"A disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher." The boy shook his head: "Besides, I taught it, doesn't this mean that the coach's skills in educating people are far better than your own skills?" ”

"Makes sense." The middle-aged man was thoughtful, but after a few seconds, he reacted and immediately took a sip and said: "It's only been a few times since you won me, you dare to say that you surpassed me, have you taken the test!" Have you practiced the standard of pace and posture? ”

"Okay, okay, okay." The boy wisely chose to avoid the topic: "But why didn't you invite Senior Brother Chu Zihang, coach, and asked me to come back to hold this exhibition match?" ”

"Aren't people taking the college entrance examination this year?" The coach shook his head and said: "And I don't know him very well, if it weren't for you, that kid wouldn't have been in contact with me at all, after all, he didn't come to school after graduating from elementary school, and he just occasionally came back to perform as an honorary graduate." Besides, what am I asking him to do? Isn't it useful to have a ready-made coolie like you? ”

"Won't I take the college entrance examination if he takes the college entrance examination?" The boy sighed and said, "And I think Chu Zihang is more handsome than me, and he can be a little more appealing in the exhibition match, so that your kendo hall can balance the yin and yang a little more." ”

"Nonsense, you are also very handsome, no worse than him. But speaking of which, do you have any plans for going to college in the future? The coach smiled and showed his snow-white teeth, grabbed the boy with his left hand, and faced the parents and students on the sidelines, and took several photos with a click, and in the crowd, there was a beautiful blonde foreign girl with a camera to shoot at the two.

"It's coming." The boy in front of the camera also smiled, and immediately put away his fake smile after taking the photo, and said calmly: "Whatever, leave it to fate." ”

"How can you leave it to fate?" The coach patted the boy on the shoulder: "The book still has to be read, broaden your horizons, and you are born with fast reactions and strong body coordination, if you are interested in the future, you can develop in kendo, I can help you introduce, you coach me is a six-dan." ”

"Forty-three-year-old six-dan." The boy stabbed the knife in front of him: "When are you going to take the seventh dan exam?" ”

"It's been five years, the rules are there, it's a pity that the rules are too rigid, otherwise I estimate that with your ability, there should be no problem in practicing more before the age of thirty to become a sword saint." The coach rubbed the boy's hair vigorously and smiled.

"Don't kill me, after all, kendo is just a hobby now." In the face of the coach's optimism, the boy is obviously lacking in nature.

"Grasp your youth well, fall in love in high school and save some experience, so that you won't be blacked out when you go to college in the future." The coach said with emotion: "I heard that there are many luxury cars at the door of Shilan High School on rainy days, and everyone in the school has gone to the sea, so hurry up and harm one or two of your college tuition fees." ”

"What kind of tiger and wolf words are these? I didn't see that the coach is still a scumbag who eats soft rice and cheats on feelings. The boy looked at the coach in surprise.

"If I could eat it, I would definitely eat it, but it's a pity that the years are not forgiving, but it's a pity that you don't eat soft rice with this face." The coach said seriously.

"I have a good stomach, I like to eat dry food, and I don't have any interest in that, and no one likes me." The boy shook his head.

"Okay, okay, don't be humble, you think I don't know how sought-after you are in school? There are more people who like you, and young people have less sour ink in their stomachs that are dissatisfied with the world, and more butterflies in spring flowers. The coach pushed the boy and kicked him in the ass again: "What should you do, go ahead, and the front desk will get the salary in a while." ”

"And get paid? Didn't you say a volunteer exhibition game? The boy looked back for a moment.

"Do you have enough tuition for the start of school next year?" The coach raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it too early?" The boy smiled helplessly.

"It's not early, concentrate on studying in the second year of high school, and then go to the girls, don't delay the good years on the part-time job." The coach waved his hand and walked to the children who couldn't wait on the sidelines and said, "Get out, study hard, go up every day, I'll look for you next time there is an exhibition match, remember to release water for me." ”

The boy was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, just smiled and turned away.

"Oh yes, Lin Nian." The coach suddenly shouted at the boy.

"What?" The boy asked, looking back.

"It's nothing, just to tell you, my daughter said that she saw your sister in a newly opened café in the high-tech zone a few days ago." The coach said.

"Are you working?" The boy froze.

"Yes, I'll tell you." The coach nodded.

"Got it." The boy said, "Let's go." ”

"Hmm."

After that, the boy left the venue with a hood and a bamboo sword, but his back was much heavier for no reason.