Chapter 121 You are so ugly like this
"Niten Ichi-ryū sword technique, please give me more advice."
Musashi held the sword tightly in both hands and stepped forward. His seemingly old body stood still. He adjusted his breathing and gaze, and the boiling fighting spirit in his eyes was restrained and he gathered strength. He said in a deep voice: "Tsukimi Sato Kumokawa."
This was the first time he called Kumokawa by his full name, which showed his respect for a swordsman.
Kumokawa only had a shallow smile on his face. He responded with the opening move of Kendo. He held the sword in his right hand, stretched out his left hand, lowered his body slightly, and said softly, "Xinyou sword technique, please teach me."
Xinyou swordsmanship, also known as Qi family swordsmanship, combines the "Yagyu Shinkage-ryu" and learns from the foreigners to defeat them. It is specially designed to break the Japanese swordsmanship.
Fierce and vicious, violent and brutal, he would kill with one strike.
The starting posture of this set of swordsmanship has already explained Kumokawa's attitude.
The solemn look in those dark blue eyes concealed the only trace of immaturity on that face.
Just then, the door of the tea room was pushed open.
Click.
"Cover your ears." Musashi said.
These words were said to Yoshitaka who pushed the door open.
"What?" Upon hearing this, Yoshitaka, who had a little anxiety on his face, was stunned.
But the next moment, the figure moved.
Yoshitaka stared at Kumokawa when he entered the door, but even so, he still felt dizzy at that moment.
In his eyes, Kumokawa became a hazy shadow in the air, a gust of wind blowing towards the lake with dead leaves.
The sword in his hand lost its shape due to the extreme speed, and only the blade light with a thin halo of moonlight could be seen.
The sword was swung so fast that it was impossible to see the entire sword. All that could be heard was the terrifying and sharp whistling of the wind breaking through the air!
Groan!!
Musashi's muscles tensed up in an instant, and his eyes were filled with a burning light!
His eyes, which were gradually filled with bloodshot, clearly saw Kumokawa's slash.
From the left shoulder to the right thigh!
This is a blow that pierces the robes!
BANG!!
Musashi crushed the wooden board on the ground with one foot and raised the sword in his right hand to block.
The original Niten Ichiryu was supposed to use the small sword to block and then use the long sword to kill.
Because it was the right hand that held the latter, it meant that the force of the cut was greater.
The ronin and samurai of the previous era were very fond of this kind of violent slashing and liked to cut off the enemy's body directly.
This kind of thing is called "Dokiri", and cutting a few pieces of Flesh into pieces is called Dokiri.
But Musashi did not dare to be arrogant. What he wanted was victory, the victory he had pursued all his life. He abandoned his past arrogance and won without leaving any room for compromise.
So after raising his sword to block the direction where the sword was about to fall, Musashi stabbed Kumokawa's heart with the small sword in his left hand without hesitation.
This is the essence of Niten Ichi-ryū, abandoning the power and speed of holding the sword with both hands, combined with his eyes that can see through tricks.
Start later, but arrive first.
clang!!
The clear sound of swords resounded throughout the Japanese-style teahouse, and the blooming sparks were like a silver bottle exploding, splashing on every wall and every inch of space!
"Ugh!" Yoshitaka came back to his senses from his shock, covered his ears in pain, and felt his brain buzzing and vibrating.
Musashi, who took the blow head-on, lowered his center of gravity slightly, and the sword placed horizontally in front of him emitted sparks like fireworks.
The tatami under his feet was suddenly lifted by the strong wind, and his steps involuntarily moved back three centimeters!
However, his small sword had already stabbed out.
Slowly! Break! Quickly!
This sword was so vicious that it pierced through the black robe without even the sound of wind, and was about to pierce the heart.
"Die!" Musashi's eyes were full of brilliance and murderous intent.
But when his pupils moved slightly upwards and looked at Kumokawa's face, he suddenly felt creepy.
Kumokawa was still smiling, with a curve at the corner of his mouth, joy in his eyes, and his left hand stretched out to his side!
Suddenly, Musashi heard the sound of wind coming towards him, and his sight that was locked on the other person's face shifted, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision!
A sword that could never appear here and cut towards him!
The sword had clearly been blocked by him. How could he possibly swing it a second time in such a split second?
Could it be that the other party has hidden a second sword?
The next moment, he felt a slight pain between his eyebrows and a drop of blood fell down.
In the middle of the eyebrows, a thin bloodstain silently split open, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down the nose.
Xinyou swordsmanship, Qi family swordsmanship, the sword moves in a straight line, the sword force is fierce, only advances and never retreats.
Maximize power and speed by switching between the Left hand and the Right hand with the wrist.
When Musashi stared at Kumokawa's heart, he used the katana to block.
--broken.
The broken half of the blade spun rapidly in the air, reflecting Musashi's constricted pupils. Kumokawa's free left hand stretched out as if he had expected it and tightly grasped the broken tip of the blade.
Immediately, almost at the same time as Musashi, they fiercely stabbed each other's hearts!
At this moment, Musashi felt the great threat and fear of death, and almost driven by his body's instinct, the hand that stabbed the small sword suddenly lightened and dodged to the side.
Puff!
The broken blade pierced Musashi's body, instantly sending him flying backwards.
He was lying on his back on the cracked and collapsed floor, with a horrible collapsed hole in his chest. One could almost see the shattered left lung lobe, and blood was flowing out of it uncontrollably.
However, faced with such a fatal injury and feeling his life slipping away, Musashi's face was angry and distorted, but there was not a trace of fear.
"I, I avoided it."
Thinking of his actions just now, he had never felt so humiliated. His face was distorted and he roared, "How could I avoid it? How could I avoid it?!"
The final blow of life and death should have dragged his opponent to death together!
However, he actually avoided it.
Or...
"You're scared." Kumokawa came over and whispered, "You ran away."
The black robe on his chest was also cut, and the skin underneath was cracked into scarlet stripes.
"You are so ugly like this."
Kumokawa walked to Musashi's side, looked down at him who was in such a state of embarrassment, and said in a deep voice: "Escape will never solve the problem, it will only solve yourself."
Musashi looked up at the long sword which Kumokawa was slowly raising, and his originally angry eyes gradually became calm.
Immediately, he whispered in a hoarse voice: "Hanzo will lead the Land of Rain into the abyss."
He didn't say what would happen to Kumokawa, but he denied Hanzo's path.
"I know, so I came." Seeing the peace and calmness in Musashi's eyes, Kumokawa nodded slightly and chuckled, "Well, this look is worthy of the name of the former 'hero'."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in Kumokawa's hand fell.
Phew.
Blood splattered on the broken wall and the ground.
"What about you?" Kumokawa put the sword in the scabbard. He turned around and looked at Yoshitaka standing in the distance, and smiled, "Do you want to come with me?"
Yoshitaka watched this scene silently, and from beginning to end, he did not say a word or step forward to stop it.
"Hanzo can't save the Land of Rain, but I want to see how far you can go."
After a moment of silence, he half-knelt in front of Kumokawa and said respectfully: "Please allow me to see Lord Musashi off for the last time."
"Um."
Kumokawa nodded slightly, watching Yoshitaka stand up, his consciousness sinking into his mind.
Looking at the template, the corner of my eye couldn't help but jump.
[Kill Musashi [Amegakure Leader], chance to trigger, get a new template]
[Name: Ichimaru Gin [Spiritual Arts Academy]]
[World: Bleach]
[Quality: Green]
[Advanced: Can be advanced → Ichimaru Gin [Official] (blue) → Ichimaru Gin [Bankai] (purple)]
(End of this chapter)