Vol 1 Chapter 1 (1/2)
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Episode 1 (Early in the morning)
May 8.
”Drive more in!”
An angry voice resounded early in the morning on the surrounding residential area.
The owner of the angry voice is an old man with white hair flown to his back.
His height is around 170cm. On his chest, one can see solid muscle which looks wonderful with him wearing a kendo uniform. His upper arm is very masculine, and in his right hand, he's holding a 2 shaku 8 sun length katana <tln: approx=”” 84cm 33inches=””>
Had there no wrinkles in his face and white hair, no one would believe that he's an old man, for having such wonderful body.
In front of the old man, a young man holding a sword in the same way as him.
”Old man. If I were to drive more in with sharp blade without pulling out, won't you die! I don't care if you die, but, I don't want to get in trouble with the police...”
The young man height who is spouting an abusive language is definitely exceeded 180cm. Possibly it already reaches 190cm.
With that height and his armor muscle, his weight will easily cross over 100kg.
Like this, people who approach him will look him with the look as if looking at a demon. But fortunately, one can guess that he was brought up well, having a face that exudes gentleness who will make the beholder feel a peace of mind.
”Funn... You brat? Killing me?”
The old man laughed while snorting his nose.
Even from his abusive language alone, one will believe his words... But what reflected on the old man eyes is full of affection.
”Now, I wonder? I've been practicing my sword too after all, don't you think there would be a time that you would fail at receiving my sword and die?”
”Hoo? You mean, your sword will exceed me, is it? Very well! At that time, I will exempt you from morning practice, and I will give you my inheritance!”
The old man laughed toward the young man, while the young man affixed his sword with welcoming eyes.
”Won't the morning practice and all the bulls.h.i.+t disappear naturally if you die, old man?”
While smirking, the young man prepares his 3 shaku katana with his hand in Seigan stance. <tln: 90cm=”” katana,=”” and=”” seigan=”” no=”” kamae=”” stance,=”” for=”” example klik=”” here=””>
”But, that's not bad if the inheritance is being included!”
The two eyes glared at each other. They entered their opponent field of vision while letting loose their focus.
In sword fight victory or defeat, it's not about defense = being on the defensive. Defense only exists in a match game of kendo. In real combat, it is about who cuts the opponent vital point precisely first. Being able to bring forth a certain kill move first, is what we call the deepest technique in sword art.
That's why, for the sake that the opponent won't find out where one line of sight aimed at, one does not necessary shows a focus eyes.
”Fuooo!”
”Kaaaa!”
Breathes leaked from the two mouth.
*Jariin!*
Sounds of iron rubbed against each other resounded, the moment the two people intersected their blade, red sparks scattered around.
After the two of them crossed each other and moved 2 meters and replace each other place, they both entered Seigan no Kamae stance once again.
”This brat! Did you just tried to cut my central throat seriously just now!?!”
The old man pressed closer to the young man.
Suddenly, they seem already forget about killing for the inheritance.
In the old man eyes, he can see the thirst for
blood coated the young man katana.
”There's the thing about a teacher teaching their students to kill their parents after all... or rather, aren't you also aimed at my throat when our blades clashed!”
The reason why the old man was angry must be not because of the young man sharp tongue.
After all, the old man is the one who hammered all the technique into the young man since childhood.
The moment the sword intersected is the moment you kill your opponent, the one who hammered such mental att.i.tude was the old man.
Of course, the young man feels angry toward the old man unreasonableness, despite him only carrying the old man teaching faithfully.
However, even with the young man pointed out reasonably, for the old man who has his blood rush to his head only sees it as bulls.h.i.+t.
”Of course it is! My technique is a one hit kill after all! I will only cross sword when I have the resolve to kill!”
”Like I said... That kind of dangerous thing, I won't be able to use it won't I?. in this j.a.pan, where on earth am I going to use it anyway? That kind of technique. In the first place, how are you going to teach a pupil with that kind of technique?”
Hearing the young man natural opinion, blue vein appeared on the old man forehead.
”Argh Shut up! You can just be silent and practice!”
The old man swung down his sword while roared.
If by any chance, the young man failed to receive his attack, the slas.h.i.+ng power is enough to split open the young man head.
”Like I said! Even though this is just practice, why are we putting our life on the line!”
*Gatsu!*
Dull sounds resounded from two swords clas.h.i.+ng each other within the residential area. It comes from 16,530 square meters plot of land filled with bamboo thicket which is rare in the present day of j.a.pan. Though they did not disturb the surrounding residence, they are indeed two lively people.
Gigigigi.
The sounds of the two competing against each other resounded repeatedly.
An old man and A young man. The outcome of the battle is gradually tilted toward the young man.
If it's only in pure strength, then the old man definitely have no chance. No, it is even surprising for the old man to have enough power to keep competing against the young man up until now.
The more the young man power pushed in, the more the blades approach the old man neck.
*Shu!*
The old man must have judged that if one only uses power in this battle, that would be disadvantageous.
When the old man change his way handling his sword with both hands and separate his left hand from the sword, he aimed at the young man eye. As one might expect, the young man pulled his body in surprise.
”You b.a.s.t.a.r.d old man! For practice, that's playing dirty! Aren't you already an adult!”
The young man patience will soon hit its limits too. From the old man mouth, come out foul words.
”Funn. Practice without an actual fighting has no meaning! Like I care about being dirty or any bulls.h.i.+t!”
In the old man eyes, an actual battle is something dirty I guess.
He's not even shy to use his bare hand in a sword fight. In the first place, the reason why the young man can evade that surprise attack might be due to that kind of thing being a normal occurrence.
One can say that their practice battle is similar to that of actual battle from a long
long time ago. The old man then flew backward and withdrew his katana, and then leaned his katana on the bamboo near him.
And then, he relaxed his body naturally.
”Come, I will do it barehanded! I will teach you that such strength is useless!”
”Fine by me! I will keep you company! But, are you trying to fight me without a katana after can't win with one?”
Words of ridicule escaped from the young man mouth. However, the old man only signaled with his chin to store away the katana.
After the young man had put his katana on a nearby tree, he turned toward the old man.
He pulls his left fist near his chin, his right hand down to hide the median line. Putting his center of gravity on his left foot, and then pull his right foot tip of toes inside. He takes the stance where he can do offense and defense to cover his vital part, and being able to use kick and fist consecutively. <tln: i=”” can=”” imagine=”” it,=”” but,=”” G.o.d,=”” describing=”” it=”” in=”” english=”” is=”” one=”” h.e.l.l=”” of=”” a=”” nightmare.=””>
*Guuuuu.*
Abruptly, the young man stomach rumbled.
He wakes up 5 o'clock in the morning, and it has been one hour since the lesson start. It was natural for his stomach to rumbled from hunger. However, that grandparent won't stop the practice just because the grandchild is hungry.
(d.a.m.n it! I'm starving... this d.a.m.n grandpa, won't he end it already?)
However, the young man prayer was gone in vain, seeing there's no opening in the old man stance. He seems to be in full motivation. By the moment the young man relaxed his stance, the old man would most likely rush attacking.
”Please end it already~~! even though I've worked hard making the breakfast, won't it turn cold now!”
At that time, an angel flew down gently rescuing the young man.
”Geez~. what are the both of you doing fawning with each other so early in the morning?”
Before the young man eyes, a girl was wearing an ap.r.o.n with her long black hair being tied in a ponytail style.
Her height is around 175 I guess? A charming girl with strong willed brown eyes. <tln: wtf...=”” what=”” is=”” this=”” sense=”” of=”” crus.h.i.+ng=”” defeat=”” inside=”” my=”” heart.=””>
Kiryuu Asuka... That is the name of the girl.
”Fawning? With this gramps? Please don't joke around...”
”Then? What are you both doing?”