Early morning, Tokyo.

Low-rent apartment in Kamiyagawa.

"Ahh "Huh!"

"Ahh "Huh!"

The bamboo knife was waved down over and over again, pulling the sound of hunting in the air.

This is Kamiyagawa's daily practice of Suzhen.

Every now and then, tiny droplets of sweat would drip down his cheeks or arms and land on the old wooden floor.

But Kamiya didn't care about any of that at all.

Just keep the original action and keep repeating the boring action of slashing.

With the rhythmic opening of the mouth "ah" and the closed mouth "smack" breathing method, the momentum of each air wave is very sharp.

Although in the strange world, you can hang up and brush the proficiency of [Wild Tai Knife Self-Manifestation Stream].

But in reality, as long as he is free, Kamiyagawa will practice a certain amount of sword swinging every day.

After doing 300 sets of Su Zhen, Kamiyagawa stopped the bamboo knife, raised his somewhat sore arm, and wiped the sweat from his cheeks and forehead:

"Not fast enough."

If you find a knowledgeable person to watch this set of Su Zhen that Kamiyagawa has just completed, then the other party will definitely not be stingy with praise and praise for this beautiful boy.

Kamiyagawa's basic swordsmanship skills are too solid.

At his current age, to be able to play such a group of Su Zhen, it must be the result of practicing kendo since he was a child and persevering for more than ten years.

The future of this son can be expected!

But Kamiyagawa himself is not satisfied with his current performance.

"Is this the only way to do it?"

By hanging up at the Red Oni Teacher before, Kamiyagawa has successfully raised the [Notai Sword Self-Manifestation Stream] to another level.

From [Proficiency Level] to [Proficiency Level].

The experience required for the next upgrade has also changed from the original 1,000 points to the unattainable 10,000 points.

"Originally, I thought that after mastering the proficient level of [Yetai Sword Self-Manifestation Stream], I would be able to smoothly comprehend the mysteries of swordsmanship for promotion, but it still didn't work."

"Tsk, what went wrong?"

To practice the school of swordsmanship of self-manifestation, in addition to the practice of physical methods, it is also necessary to master a set of corresponding mental methods.

The mind is about how to use the blade of the sword to divide time.

The corresponding units of time are "moment", "minute", "second", "silk", "sudden", "milli", "milli", "cloud", and the highest level of "cloud yao".

When I first met Hanako's family before, Kamiyagawa temporarily exploded into play, and Daigo realized the three flavors of the self-manifesting flow of the mind like an empowerment.

Successfully mastered the method of dividing time into "one thread" (corresponding to the modern 24-hour timekeeping method, about 0.134 seconds) with a blade, and mastered the corresponding sword skills.

However, this seems to be the limit of Kamiyagawa now.

"Divide the time to a flash, like the silk spit out by silkworms."

Kamiyagawa poured the bamboo knife into the corner of the wall and shook his head helplessly: "The mental mantra of the next realm is very easy to remember, but this is also too abstract and metaphysical. ”

According to the self-manifesting flow of mind, dividing time with the blade of a knife to "sudden" is an important watershed stage, and the practice of this point officially enters the stage of perceiving the mind.

To say that it is metaphysics is not too much at all.

The one who can break through this watershed is a well-deserved master of self-manifest swordsmanship.

It has to be a one-in-a-million swordsmanship genius to do it.

After entering the realm of "sudden" in the division time, you can master the mystery of swordsmanship that is more sharp and faster than a three-foot fight-

Silk beating.

The reality is always brutal, though.

The vast majority of swordsmen who practice the self-manifestation stream, and even many secular so-called self-manifestation masters, are unable to participate in the method of "ignorance" in their entire lives.

"It's always a bit less than a long way to master silk."

"Is it about to face another life-and-death situation? But one thing to say, I face a desperate situation of life and death almost every day, dead and alive, alive and dead......"

Kamiyagawa gently pressed his upper teeth against the thumb joint of his right hand.

"Or maybe it's just my physical fitness?"

"For example, my physique point or agility point needs to be a little higher, and then combine the technique of self-manifestation flow and the mental method to hit the silk?"

Thinking to no avail, Kamiyagawa went straight to the toilet, took a shower, washed off the stinky sweat, and was refreshed.

Then he put on his bag and went out of the house.

Today is the second day since he returned to Tokyo from Inunaki.

It's time to go to school and log in to the game.

In order to open a new map, I didn't push the game progress well this weekend, and there seemed to be ants crawling on my body.

……

I logged in to the game from the cherry blossom forest of Hanazu High School.

Then go through the god tp to the second map, Inuchi.

In the line of sight, the gray color blocks condensed and pieced together, the colors became more and more intense, and finally everything stabilized, forming an eerie and terrifying world.

"The dog barks, I'm coming!"

The login point on the second map is the same as the last time Kamiyagawa saw it.

The mouth of the pitch-black tunnel was open, like the jaws of a giant monster.

Behind him, the deserted road stretched outward, seemingly leading far, far away.

Forward, or backward, two directions of exploration.

"Legend has it that the Inuming Tunnel is a passage to Inuming Village, so it should be more dangerous to go inside the tunnel than to walk out of the road, right?"

Just as Kamiyagawa was pondering which direction to explore first, he suddenly felt something climb up his right instep and slap his calf.

This touch is definitely a living thing!

"Lost!"

Almost subconsciously, Kamiyagawa kicked his leg and turned the unknown object on his right foot into a pitch-black gorgeous parabola and flew away.

At the same time, he quickly pulled out the [blood-stained wood knife] and looked at the landing point of the thing.

"Abba Woo ......"

At the point where the parabola fell, a humanoid silhouette stood up with a humming voice.

Probably because it had just fallen so badly, the thing stood up and swayed in a daze for a while before it came to its senses.

After waking up, his first reaction was to run all the way, like a strange species, and sprint to the feet of Kamiyagawa.

That's right, at the feet.

This humanoid creature is only about 8 centimeters tall on the eye.

In appearance, he does look like a person, naked and naked. Bald, with a long beard and a wrinkled face, he looks like a little old man.

"The little thing looks pretty chic."

Because he didn't feel threatened, Kamiyagawa didn't attack the 8-centimeter-tall thing.

Moreover, he seemed to recognize the identity of the little thing.

I've been mixed in the forum of "Strange Talk and Hundred Ghost Friends" for so long, and there is a big guy like [Purple Above] who points out the maze from time to time, and Kamiyagawa's strange talk theoretical knowledge has also grown.

Little old man.

The name of this thing.

One of the urban weird stories, which basically appears as harmless and weak.

The little old man jumped and jumped around Kamiyagawa's feet.

"Uh, you look like you have something to say to me?"

Kamiyagawa lightly grasped the firewood knife and squatted down.

"Abba woohoo!" When the little old man saw that Kamiya had finally taken care of him, he jumped up excitedly and waved his hand.

Kamiyagawa: ......

What kind of nonsense is this?

As a well-known weird story in Japan, this little old man can't do it, far less than the popular weird talk Mary and Hanako.

Toilet ghost dolls and telephone spirits can still speak a few words that can understand people.