This cold weapons class was officially taught by Ange, and no one was dissatisfied in the slightest, but everyone was enthusiastic and eager to try it.

Miyamoto, who had made a hand, smiled and handed out the bamboo swords to each student without saying a word, and when he handed them to Caesar and Lin Nian, he whispered: "I'm looking forward to the performance of the two, Gattuso-kun, Lin Nian-kun." ”

Caesar was expressionless and ignored Miyamoto Yixin, and Lin Nian didn't say anything, the two seemed to be in the same breath, Miyamoto Yixin didn't react, and returned to Ange's back after sending the bamboo sword with respectful work, and acted as a background board with his hands on his back.

"Has anyone known about kendo?" Ange also held a bamboo sword in his hand, only at this time could he see the thug figure of this old guy hidden under Sven and the gentleman, and the three-foot-nine-inch man held the bamboo sword in his hand as if he had grabbed a feather duster, just looking at it had the illusion of lifting a weight.

Five or six of the dozens of students raised their hands, and Lin Nian was among them, this ratio was considered a normal level, and five or six were actually beyond Ange's expectations.

"Feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, hands." Ange slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand, forming a 'positive eye' starting move, Lin Nian's eyes in the crowd lit up slightly, even people who had not learned kendo could see that Ange's simple starting action was full of charm and power.

When the eye-facing pose was completed, Ange's gaze swept over everyone, and each student subconsciously took a step back, and for a moment they all thought that the principal would step forward and swing his sword the next moment!

"Some people say that the importance of kendo lies in the basics, steps, postures, moves, diligent practice, fifty years as a day, before you can become a great talent." Ange slowly put down the bamboo sword: "But for you, fifty years is too long, and this class is only fifty minutes long, so my teaching will be simple. Has anyone read the Five Wheels? ”

No one raised their hand this time, Lin Nian was no exception, he knew that the "Book of Five Wheels" was one of Miyamoto Musashi's works, but he had never really read him, for him, kendo was only one of the means to make a living temporarily, not the whole of life, so naturally he did not study too much related knowledge.

Although everyone did not raise their hands, but after Angers, Miyamoto Yixin quietly raised his hand, which is not surprising As the head of the kendo department and the successor of the Miyamoto family of the Japanese branch, it is a compulsory course to be familiar with everything about the strongest sword saint in Japan.

"Yixinjun, do you think the five-wheel book is heavier or the military path mirror is heavier?" Ange asked.

"Five-wheeled book weight." Miyamoto replied with a heartfelt hand.

"Why can't the swordsmanship book be compared to the art of war book?" Ange laughed.

"The art of war is the best, and the swordsmanship is the last." Miyamoto also smiled.

When everyone was at a loss for the conversation between Ange and Miyamoto, Lin Nian understood it, Ange's meaning was very simple, swordsmanship and techniques are the means to win, and the art of war is the foundation of teaching how to win.

"I'm going to teach you only one move in terms of technique today." Ange stood the bamboo knife in front of him and pointed forward: "'Holding the knife in the middle', this is the starting style, and the subsequent change of moves, whether to raise the knife straight down, or obliquely chop, reverse robe or Buddha face cut is just a chopping action, I will not repeat it today." ”

The students in the gym automatically separated their positions, two meters apart from each other, and posed with knives in the same way as Ange, and Miyamoto also walked down with his hands at this time, starting from the first row to correct the details of the movement posture one by one.

Caesar's position was just on Lin Nian's left, and he glanced at Lin Nian's 'middle sword' at the moment, which was like a replica of Ange.

Lin Nian also glanced at Caesar's movements, and then glanced at Miyamoto Yixin, who had misguided him, and walked slowly, and couldn't help whispering: "Relax your shoulders, don't hold the palm of the knife up, and move your right foot forward by another five centimeters." ”

Caesar immediately adjusted his posture when he heard the sound, and at this moment Miyamoto Yixin also walked in front of him, and after seeing this standard mid-section knife holding posture, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and then swept past Caesar and came to Lin Nian's face, but he just glanced at Lin Nian's posture and swept it again.

Lin Nian's face was not shocked, he would practice this starting action hundreds of times with a su vibrating stick every time he was 'daily', even Ange couldn't find anything wrong, besides, for a veteran like him, there was no need to pick bones in the egg in the starting posture.

Soon, Miyamoto finished all the students and returned to Ange's back, and the headmaster bowed his head: "Can anyone tell me what is most important in the confrontation between the two and two?" ”

"Head start." Someone replied without hesitation.

"What's a head start?" Ange asked again.

"Preemptive strike." The man replied again.

"Out of the line." Ange said lightly.

The person who answered twice walked out obediently, Lin Nian recognized the person, because the other party had introduced himself to him, as if he was called "Sigrid", the name seemed to be French, the face of short brown hair was an authentic Caucasian race, the light green eyes were extremely good-looking, the body was tall and muscular, and there was a feeling of a French gentleman in his bones.

And what impressed Lin Nian the most was that this person was a member of the Lionheart Club, and there were very few students who could pass the Lionheart Club assessment in their freshman year, and they were basically all talents of the 'A' bloodline, and this Sigrid was no different.

"Name." Ange put down his sword and looked at the big boy in front of him with a smile.

"Sigrid Agren." The boy bows his head.

"Oh, descendants of Earl Agren, I remember you, you did very well in the 3E exam, a rare 'A' bloodline, I heard that you joined the Lionheart." Ange laughed.

"The descendants of the earls are insignificant, my motherland has abolished the monarchy, and the title or something is just to deceive the little girl." Sigrid was obviously a little flattered that he actually had an impression in the headmaster's mind, and he was very humble in the conversation: "As for joining the Lionheart, I was just lucky enough to pass the assessment. ”

"Learned kendo?" Ange asked.

"No, but I've learned some cavalry swordsmanship." Sigrid nodded.

"Then according to the starting style you are used to, today we are studying the theory of kendo, not the basic skills." Ange waved his hand, and the students in the front row immediately stepped back and made way for a clearing.

Sigrid exhaled deeply as if to understand what would happen next, and Caesar and Lin Nian behind the crowd all showed a flash of envy in their eyes, and there was a third person in the classroom who also showed such a look, that is, the assistant teacher Miyamoto Isshin who was waiting in the corner.

"Sistema-like Cossack cavalry swordplay?" Ange asked with a smile when he saw Sigrid holding the bamboo sword hanging down at his right hand.

"The principal is erudite." Sigrid nodded.

"What's a head start?" Ange repeated the original question.

"A preemptive strike is a preemptive opportunity." Sigrid replied.

"Then you attack first." Ange made a starting pose.

Sigrid stared intently at the smiling Ange, his footsteps unmoving, his body tense as steel. The whole classroom was staring at him, thinking about the angle, with what force, and at what speed the attack that might be launched in the next second.

The stalemate lasted for about ten seconds, and Sigrid stepped forward to break the deadlock, drawing his 'knife' and slashing at Ange's left thigh, while his left hand reached out and pressed the bamboo knife in the principal's hand, slashing quickly while trying to block the opponent's possible resistance!

Lin Nian in the crowd suddenly let out an exclamation sound.

Sigrid's head blossomed, the bamboo sword hit his head, his left hand grabbed an air, and even the bamboo sword in his right hand swung into the air, Ange was standing at Sigrid's side at the moment, holding the bamboo sword in both hands to maintain the action of slashing.

At this time, there was a neat exclamation in the gym, and everyone's eyes were focused on Sigrid, so no one could see Ange's movements clearly, he pierced through Sigrid's attack like a ghost, and smashed his sword on the opponent's head.

"First first, first first." Ange removed the bamboo sword from his student's head: "In battle, everyone wants to seize the initiative, this is the 'first', but we can be better than the 'first', in the first to win the state, in the opponent raised the knife, or the moment of step, see the opponent's intention to 'move first', and then take the first step to attack the opponent, this is the most advanced and most practical tactic among the 'three firsts'." ”

There was thunderous applause in the gym, Sigrid was still a little stunned at the moment, he didn't know how he lost, in ten seconds he constructed the optimal offensive line in his mind, and even thought of a way to counter the opponent's counterattack, but at the moment when he took that step, Ange read all his intentions clearly, and then won the victory with a better solution, if it was a real knife, now Sigrid has already opened his head.

Sigrid bowed and put away the bamboo sword and walked back to the queue, Ange continued to lecture with the bamboo sword in one hand: "So in the kendo match, there will always be a stalemate of tens of seconds or even minutes, observation, feints, feints, and recognition, before the sword is released, the battle has already begun, and that freezing point is the moment of 'first first', which is extremely dependent on observation, foresight, and the summary of combat experience, if you misjudge, you will be beheaded; If you judge correctly and your opponent falls to the ground, that's what I want to teach you in today's lesson. ”

Is the foundation of moves heavy or the art of war?

An answer was given in a simple duel, and the art of war was mastered, and then he won with moves.

"Try to see through and see through, and try to feint and deceive. Soldier, this course is to teach you how to survive on the battlefield, not to teach you the techniques that have been practiced for a hundred years" Ange smiled and glanced at all the students: "Does anyone still want to try it?" ”

Lin Nian and Caesar raised their hands at the same time, and the students who raised their hands together accounted for half of the entire classroom, even if the appearance of Sigrid's fiasco was vivid, it still couldn't stop everyone from wanting to challenge Ange, a living legend.

"That's a lot of people." Ange smiled: "Since there are many people, it is natural to set a threshold, Yixinjun." ”

Miyamoto in the corner walked quietly to the front of the stage, and Ange leaned over and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll go out and breathe for a while, the person who can win the first victory of the head of the kendo department, today's class will be considered passed, and I will come in again in a while to try to teach that genius." ”

The moment Ange walked out of the gym, something strange happened, and the raised arms were instantly counted.

Everyone knows Hilbert Jean Angers, but at the same time, they all know the head of the kendo department, Miyamoto Kazushin.

The freshmen's impression of Miyamoto Isshin was left on the Night Watch forum, when students with good deeds put together a series of videos of the Kendo club kicking the gym, and the main character is the curator Miyamoto Isshin himself.

One person and one bamboo sword will treat every battle as a life-and-death duel, the attack is extremely ruthless and merciless, the robe slash, the horizontal slash, the lion shows, all the moves are like the opponent is going to take the person to the plank under his feet to smash through the general fierceness, just watching the video can leave people with a sense of decisive impact.

No one wants to be hit by this kind of person head-on, not even a bamboo sword, because in the hands of this kind of guy, the sharpness of the bamboo sword is no different from the real sword, and no one likes to feel the pain of "dying once" during sparring.

However, while most of the people withdrew their arms, there were still two arms held high in the gym, and Miyamoto was not surprised by the smile on his face.

The people who raised their hands were Caesar Gattuso and Lin Nian, and in Miyamoto's heartfelt nod, the two walked out of the queue with bamboo swords in hand.

"As soon as I knew that today's freshmen had a cold weapons class, I took the initiative to apply for the position of teaching assistant." Miyamoto looked at Lin Nian with a gentle smile on his face.

"Senior, the trouble of people is to be a good teacher." Lin Nian walked to the front of the crowd: "I call you senior not to fear you, but to respect you, I hope you don't make a mistake." ”

"I've heard that Japanese people have a strong sense of class, but it seems that someone has brought customs to the wrong place." Caesar moved his wrist to grip his sword, as if to warm up.

"Has Gattuso-kun ever learned a sword?" Miyamoto looked intently at Caesar.

"A little bit, I want to try to recruit with the principal to receive some advice." As soon as Caesar opened his mouth, he told everyone what it meant to be proud and without reverence, and when he said this, he was as relaxed as if he were going to have afternoon tea, and between his words, he went directly past Miyamoto and pointed directly at Angers.

"Good momentum, Lin Niansang, this is the 'sharpness' I told you, at first I thought you were a proud man like Gattuso-kun." Miyamoto took a step forward, and the students behind all retreated, and everyone saw that the situation in the gym now seemed to have changed from a teaching bureau to a grievance bureau, and no one wanted to interfere in this atmosphere.

The new star of the Gattuso family and the 'S' class student face off against the head of the kendo department, which sounds very interesting.

"I'll come first." Caesar said.

Lin Nian didn't fight, took a step back and entered the spectator seat.

"Will Gattuso-kun come first?" Miyamoto was single-minded: "'First first, first first' practical thinking, has Gattuso-kun comprehended?" This is the foundation of the basics in the actual combat of kendo. ”

"I remember that you Japanese people are a very hierarchical people, and in the workplace and school, the stratification between superiors and subordinates is very obvious, and this stratification is embodied in all aspects of your life, and one of the most obvious is the title." Caesar unbuttoned his school uniform jacket, grabbed the bamboo sword in his right hand and hung it down naturally: "The title 'Jun' can be used between intimacy and friends, but it seems that the two of us are not friends. ”

Miyamoto didn't say anything, just smiled.

"And another usage is the name of seniors to juniors, superiors to subordinates." Caesar pulled his left hand out of his school uniform jacket, changed his standing posture, turned sideways at Miyamoto Isshin, stared at the Japanese man with both eyes, and said coldly, "Who are you looking down on?" ”

Miyamoto's eyes widened slightly, from his point of view, he couldn't see Caesar's way of holding the bamboo sword, as well as the direction of the bamboo sword, a simple posture hid Caesar's offensive ideas in the darkness, and his own figure was reflected in those sea-blue eyes, as if countless blades had been aimed at his vital point.

Now the mighty power that gushes out of Caesar's body is so tough and killing, what is hidden in the darkness is not a bamboo sword, but a real knife that can take people's lives, and the moment it is shot, even steel can cut it!

Principal Angers is right, 'the first to the first' is the theory of the way of war, not the technique, and the successful theory can be applied to all scenarios, regardless of the technique and method, just to seize the opportunity.

Miyamoto's deepest eyes for the eldest one Gattuso family's contempt for the noble son of the Daichi Gattuso family slowly put away, and his face was even more unconcealed with a happy smile, he has always been a happy person, he will be excited when he meets a strong enemy, and he will be contemptuous when he meets a mediocre person, he can't hold back his joy and smile when he first meets Lin Nian, what he didn't expect today is that he also showed the same expression when facing Caesar Gattuso.

Because of the lazy and indulgent style of the Kassel Academy, he did not look down on most people, so he never knew Caesar Gattuso, but he felt that it seemed that the best way to decipher whether the proud emperor was a veritable genius or a mediocre man.

"The first time we met, in Shimotomiyamoto Ichishin." Miyamoto tapped the index fingers of both hands on the hilt of the sword, and the rest of his fingers were loosely cocked, and he looked at Caesar with a smile in his face.

"Caesar Gattuso." Caesar said, and then did not hesitate to do it directly! He shot out like a crossbow arrow, starting so fast that it was difficult to react, he stepped forward, sprinted, and exploded with determination, and the suffocating sense of oppression poured into Miyamoto Ichishin, and the people in the entire gym couldn't help but lean back to avoid the invisible oppression, which was a symbol of the powerful bloodline flowing in the veins to bring everything to the extreme!

First first, first served!

Caesar with the sword hidden in his arms, the enemy can't see his offensive clearly, and whenever he takes the first step, he is the first to take the first step!