The reddish-golden afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the path in front of Ishida. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It is a winding path up the hill with moss clinging to stone steps and lush woods on either side. At the intersection of the mountain, there is a torii gate with a wooden sign erected next to it. The distance was too far, and the daylight was dim, and Ishida couldn't read the words on it.

Where is this? How is it so familiar......

"Senior brother, hurry up. The master told us to go up. ”

Ishida was shocked to find that there was a boy about 15 years old standing under the torii. He was dressed in purple clothes, and he stood under the shade of a tree, which was not easy for people to find. After the boy shouted these words, he turned and ran up the hill. The whole time, his face was buried in the shadows.

Ishida came to the side of the torii gate and saw the words written on the wooden plaque - Kagami Akechi-ryu.

Hehe, I said why is it so familiar. This is where I learned kendo. I haven't been back for ten years, and I can't remember it. Is that what your creativity is, Devil? Ten years ago, I was not afraid of here, and ten years later, I am wearing the sacred clothes of the young lion and holding the sacred sword in my hand.

Ishida was extremely confident at this time. He hung Mura Yumaru around his waist, pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and slowly walked up the steps.

The sun sank behind the treetops, giving the path up the mountain a gloomy, desolate look. The mysterious scenery hidden in the dense shadows on both sides could not distract him in the slightest. His eyes were all focused on the top of the mountain, the kendo hall shrouded in a white miasma.

As he stepped into the kendo arena with both feet, the door slammed shut behind him.

The kendo hall was already full at this time. The white-clothed beginners, the purple-colored mid-level disciples, the high-ranking senior brothers in dark blue, and the masters in black kendo uniforms all knelt on their futons. The lights in the kendo hall were dim, and the faces of these people could not be seen clearly.

He saw that the second place in the line after the blue-clad people was empty. Ishida knew that this position was his own, and he walked over and knelt on the futon as well. Sitting here, looking at the statue of Elder Judan, the founder of this dojo, Kenichi Takeda, hanging on the wall in front of him, he felt as if he had returned to ten years ago.

At that time, he was only 12 years old, younger than many teenagers in purple clothes. He is 3 years younger than the senior brother who sat in the first place. What a good age, if I could use the True Sword at that time, I would definitely be able to carry forward the Mirror Heart Wisdom Stream.

Wait, real sword...... This environment, this formation......

Ishida suddenly noticed that the scene began to overlap with a painful memory that he had buried in his heart for a long time. His memories began to churn like boiling water, and all the deep, almost forgotten things came to him.

"No......," he snorted.

However, all this did not stop, and an emotionless, unusually stiff voice spat out from the mouth of the master in black in the middle: "Now start this year's evaluation...... This year, he was promoted to the rank of blue coat, and the real sword was awarded to the ......"

"No......," he shouted again.

But the master had already said the name of the boy - the boy who sat next to him and called himself up the mountain. He had now gotten up and walked to the front for the sword ceremony.

"Why him!" Ishida yelled, "I won him in 'Trial and Killing'!" ”

Ishida rushed to the master's side and roared, "I'm stronger than him......"

No one paid attention to him, and his senior brother had already drawn a knife in his hand, and the snowy blade shone so brightly that Ishida could barely open his eyes.

"Master, why don't you let me use a real knife, I'm obviously stronger than him...... Woo...... "This tall and strong man in the bronze Saint Seiya suit turned out to be like a child who had been robbed of a toy, and he was crying in pain.

And no one around paid attention to him, and everyone gathered around his senior brother to congratulate him. At this moment, he felt boundless coldness and loneliness.

No, I want to take back my honor and the sword that rightfully belongs to me. "I'm going to duel him!" Ishida pulled out the Mura Rain Maru.

The surrounding scenery changes again. This is a kendo place in the depths of Senzan. A tombstone, three incense burners, and unfathomable gloomy woods. His brother has been barricaded inside. And he pointed obliquely at the sword, unstoppable.

Everything on this mountain is back to ten years ago, but the only thing that hasn't changed is himself. The holy clothes, artifacts, and exercises make this duel without suspense. A puddle of water washed away the blood stains on the knife's body, and the diluted blood flowed onto the young man who was already in a different place.

"I killed him, I'm stronger than him, the real knife is mine, haha......"

"Shuo Ishida, your murderous intent is too heavy. You still need to sharpen it before you can use a real knife! The old, dry voice sounded again.

Ishida finds himself back in the kendo arena. He stood in the middle, surrounded by all his other fellow disciples.

"Because of this, I can only use bamboo knives, and they can use real knives?"

"You have made a great mistake, do you not repent?"

"Big mistake?" Ishida asked, and then burst into a raging laugh, "Yes, yes." I remember, I duel with you one by one, and you have all been killed by me! All those who were there that day were killed by me! I don't allow anyone to see how down I look! I'm the strongest! ”

Ishida raised his arms and laughed wildly, and the flames of the young Leo rose sharply, and the sword dojo was full of light for a while.

But this brilliance did not affect the people around him.

"Did you really kill me?" A grim voice came.

The young man who had obviously been beheaded in a different place actually appeared in front of him again, but what he had in his hand was a bamboo knife. He swung his bamboo knife and slashed at Ishida.

A flash of silver light, the bamboo knife broke, and the young man shook.

"Did you really kill me?" Voices rang out all around.

Everyone, regardless of status, slashed at Ishida with a bamboo knife.

"Shuo Ishida, there is a way in his heart, as sharp as a bamboo knife."

It was a battle with no retreat, and countless bamboo knives rushed up and fell; Get up, rush up again, and go back and forth.

Ishida's flames are getting thinner and thinner, and the rain in the village of Mijin Sword is getting more and more sluggish. During a slash, the artifact suddenly broke off from it.

"No...... My real knife, I'm going to use a real knife......"

A bamboo knife fell on him. The holy garment couldn't hold on anymore and cracked. He was beaten to the point that his skin was torn apart, and he fell to the ground and curled up in a ball. The people around him drowned him.

One of his bloodshot eyes could be seen through the crowd. and the last cry of blood and long roar: "Why don't I have a real knife ......"

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In the eyes of the three members of Tianzhou Team 3, the fat Ishida finally twisted into a small ball, his hands were entangled, his skin was constantly cracked, and his whole person turned into a mess of rotten meat. When his head finally slammed downward, his breath finally disappeared. The holy clothes on his body turned into streamers and converged into the storage ring.

The emotionless voice of the main god sounded in everyone's minds: "The captain of Dongzhou Team 2, Ishida Shuo - dead. Release one Captain. Its team members are automatically converted to: Scattered. ”