I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

"Hahaha……"

There was a pain in the chest that seemed to tear the whole body apart... well, the body was indeed torn apart.

Should it be called luck in misfortune? Toyotomi Nobuhide's knife did not hit his stomach, but his chest.

If it was a knife in the belly... the stomach, kidneys, intestines and other organs would probably be cut to pieces, and then flow all over the ground along the wound.

When Toyotomi Nobuhide slashed down with the knife, Genichi raised the knife with all his strength to block it, deflected the path of the knife, avoided the sword in the forehead, and at the same time dispelled part of the force on the knife.

Immediately afterwards, the hard sternum and ribs blocked Yuan Yi's slash.

Thanks to Yuan Yi's defense with all his strength and the protection of his bones, the heart, lungs and other important organs were not too damaged.

But—although the important organs were not damaged, Yuan Yi's current state is by no means good.

Although the sternum and ribs helped Yuan Yi block the knife and relieved part of the force on Ji Guang's bones, they also suffered a lot of damage.

The left clavicle, sternum, ribs...the bones in the chest all suffered damage to varying degrees.

The pain from the bones made Yuan Yi feel almost fainted.

But the most troublesome thing for Yuan Yi... is the appalling amount of blood loss...

The blood flowed out from the wound unstoppably, and it couldn't be stopped.

The massive loss of blood made Yuan Yi's face look like gold paper, and his lips were frighteningly pale.

He tried to stand up and continue fighting, but the pain was so great that he couldn't even move his arms.

——Am I... defeated...

Genichi raised his head vigorously and looked at Toyotomi Nobuhide who was walking towards him.

——The person who took my head... Is it my blood relative...

--hateful……

——Is it just...so far...?

Genichi felt his eyelids getting heavier, and his eyes gradually became half-closed, and they might close completely at any time.

——I have devoted my whole life to the sword... In the end... I still haven't been able to touch the higher realm of the way of the sword before I die...

——What a pity...

While Genichi's eyes were slowly closing, the light in his eyes also slowly became dim...

But, at this moment——

"It's a pity that I wasn't born in the same era as you... Even though you are an enemy, I'm also a swordsman, and I really want to see how terrifying your strength is when you are at your strongest. "

Genichi suddenly heard - Nobuhide Toyotomi, who was walking towards him with unhurried steps, said this to him in an emotional tone.

"?!" Genichi felt as if two sharp needles had been pierced into his eardrum, his expression froze, his half-closed eyes slowly opened...

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(Who are you?! Why are you sneaking around in front of my house! Huh? Genichi Kinoshita? I don’t have a family member like you in my house! Go away! Go away! Ha? Are you my uncle? I No uncle! Go away!)

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"...ha...hahahaha."

...

Very abrupt - Genichi, who put the knife on the ground and knelt on one knee, suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"Huh?" Toyotomi Nobuhide cast a puzzled look at Genichi.

No matter what Toyotomi Nobuhide thinks, Genichi, who was severely stabbed in the chest, is now doomed - he really can't think of any reason for the Genichi who appeared now to laugh.

Toyotomi Nobuhide, who couldn't help being vigilant, frowned and asked Genichi:

"……why are you laughing?"

Genichi stopped laughing slowly.

"It's nothing... it's just... thanks to what you said just now, it reminded me of what I said to someone last night, and reminded me - I shouldn't be so weak that I just fell down like this right."

After speaking——

"Well……!"

Genichi leaned on the knife vigorously, stepped on the deck with both feet, and slowly raised his body.

I saw Yuan Yi's facial features twisted together due to pain.

Only Genichi's voice turned into a groan due to pain.

But even so, Genichi stubbornly stood up desperately.

"...Hey." Looking at Genichi who ignored the injury and pain, a look of astonishment appeared on Toyotomi Nobuhide's face, "Why torture yourself so much? Do you think you still have the strength to fight?"

"Exactly...so." Genichi, who was holding a knife in his hand, raised his head and grinned at Nobuhide Toyotomi, "I haven't... seen Xiaolin safe with my own eyes...I...can't just be like this Fell asleep……"

"...Oh." Toyotomi Nobuhide's face darkened, "Then I want to see what you can do with your old and seriously injured body."

After all, Toyotomi Nobuhide quickened his pace towards Genichi.

"Are you old and seriously injured..." Genichi softly repeated what Toyotomi Nobuhide said just now.

A faint smile, following Yuan Yi's upturned mouth, emerged on Yuan Yi's cheeks——

"Don't be complacent...boy..."

"...do you think...who is the person standing in front of you?"

"At this age, I'm not... so easy to deal with..."

"You just said: You want to know how terrifying my strength is when I am the strongest?"

"Didn't you...have you seen it long ago...?!"

Genichi, who was grinning loudly, had completely straightened his body at this moment.

It was obviously covered in blood, but it still stood upright on the deck like a mountain.

"My strongest moment—"

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last night--

"Gan Shi, what's the matter? You suddenly pulled me here with a serious face." Yuan Yi casually placed his left hand on the Yangshen Saber at his waist, and put his right hand behind his back.

"It's nothing important." Feng Mo wrote lightly while kneading his lower back that was still sore, "I just want to stand in the position of a friend and tell you some heartfelt words."

"Talking about yourself?" Yuan Yi chuckled a few times as if he was amused, "Look at your serious face, I thought what were you trying to do, so you just wanted to talk to me."

"Okay, then I'll be all ears."

Yuan Yi pouted in the direction of the temple gate.

"But keep it short. We're leaving for Koyasan soon."

Feng Mo nodded lightly: "There is no need to 'all ears'."

"I'm not going to start a long story."

"I just want to remind you: always pay attention to your body, don't forget that you are an old man now."

This simple sentence from Feng Mo made Yuan Yi raise his eyebrows slightly, and his expression changed slightly.

Ignoring the change in Yuan Yi's expression, Fu Mo continued:

"If I remember correctly, Yuan Yi, you are already 65 years old this year."

"I'm older than you, so I know very well what it means to be 65 years old."

Feng Mo, who was slightly hunched due to the back pain, let out a low self-deprecating laugh.

"This is... not an age where we can toss our bodies at will."

"Physical strength, strength, senses, reactions...all are completely weakened."

"Many movements that were easy to do when I was young are extremely difficult to do now, or I can't do them at all."

"In the eyes of outsiders who are not familiar with you, most of them will think that you don't look like an old man at all, and think that you are still the invincible 'sword master'."

"But in the eyes of me who knew you when you were still unknown..."

At this moment, Feng Mo pursed his lips as if he couldn't bear to speak any more.

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"...No matter how powerful Yuan Yi was when you were young, you are still a mortal, and there is no way to stop time from engraving the marks of time on your body."

"According to my estimation—whether physical strength or strength... Your current physical strength is not half of what it was in your prime, right?"

"I don't want to use 'old age' as an excuse to stop you from saving Xiao Lin."

"I just want to remind you here: don't forget that you have passed your prime, you are no longer a young man, and you don't have the power you had when you were young."

Feng Mo sighed lightly.

"I'm afraid that when you went to rescue Xiaolin, your blood surged for a while, you forgot your physical condition, and did something that an old man like you should not do..."

Yuan Yi has been quietly listening to Feng Moyan's sincere and thoughtful words, without interrupting, just listening to the end in silence.

Until the voice of Fumo completely fell——

"Hahaha……"

Genichi, who has been maintaining the posture of holding the knife with his left hand and his right hand behind his back, chuckled a few times with a hint of glee on his face.

"It's been a long time since I heard someone ask me to pay more attention to this aging body."

Yuan Yi sighed softly.

"The last time I heard someone ask me to pay attention to my age... It seems to be on a night half a year ago. Xiaolin asked me to drink less wine and drink more health-preserving soup."

After teasing himself, Yuan Yi pursed his lips, then raised his head, looking up at the full moon that was about to rise to the highest point above his head.

"It's not young anymore...it's past its prime..."

He softly repeated the words that Fengmo had said just now.

"...Gan Shi, I have dedicated my whole life to the 'Sword'."

"Huh...?" Fumo looked at Yuanyi in confusion, who suddenly changed the topic to a direction that had nothing to do with what he just said.

Genichi ignored the confused Fuma, and continued on his own:

"Ever since I held a wooden knife for the first time in the sword hall that taught no outflow, I have fallen in love with swords and swordsmanship hopelessly."

"In order to study swordsmanship, in order to achieve the 'extreme swordsmanship', I did not hesitate to break with my father, disregarding the so-called 'toyotomi revival' that should have been carried by my eldest son, and ran away from home, wandering around, honing swordsmanship."

"My life is dedicated to the sword, and it is also a life of traveling and fighting."

"In the past 65 years, I have hacked all kinds of people. I have challenged all kinds of masters."

"The swordsman who is obsessed with swordsmanship like me, the evil monk who fell into the devil, the obsessed ninja, the pirate in England, the French musketeer who claimed to be a knight, the former Pope's guard who served in the Vatican, and the tyrannical Cossack Cavalrymen, Indians who nearly took my head off with a tomahawk..."

"I love swords more than anyone."

"But it's a pity—the sword doesn't seem to love me."

A wry smile appeared on Yuan Yi's face.

"I have painstakingly practiced swordsmanship. In order to hone my swordsmanship, I don't know how many times I have risked my death to challenge strong opponents."

"But... since about 20 years ago, I feel like my sword skills have completely stagnated."

"It's like bumping into a huge wall, and you can't get any further."

"After realizing that I seemed to have fallen into a bottleneck that was difficult to break through... To be honest-at that time, I was quite depressed."

"I am very puzzled: I have dedicated everything I can to the sword, why not let me climb a higher 'mountain' and see a new 'landscape'?"

"I can't improve my swordsmanship-this is a very frustrating result for someone like me who has dedicated my life to the sword."

"I'm very scared."

"I'm afraid that my swordsmanship level has stagnated like this, and I can't make any progress."

"But the changes in the world are always so wonderful."

"When you are depressed and hopeless, a turning point may come unexpectedly and quietly."

"It didn't take long after I realized that I was stuck in a bottleneck that was difficult to overcome, and I finally got on the boat to go back to Japan, and set foot on the homeland I hadn't seen for 30 years."

"Not long after returning to Japan... I met Xiao Lin."

Genichi stretched out his hand and compared it to his thigh.

"When I first met Xiaolin, Xiaolin was only 9 years old, only this tall, a tiny one...ah, although she is also a tiny one now."

"When I first met Xiaolin, I suffered a lot."

Yuan sighed helplessly.

"Xiaolin has quite a big prejudice against me, an uncle who only listened to his name and never saw him, and never showed up after his family lost all their profitable labor force and encountered great difficulties."

"As soon as you see me, you roll your eyes at me, or speak ill at me."

"Don't call me 'Bo Gong', but call me 'this who' and 'that who'."

"However——even though Xiao Lin treated me so badly, I couldn't help but give all my patience and tenderness to her."

Yuan Yi slowly put away the helpless look on his face, and replaced it with a gentle smile.

"I dedicate my time, energy...everything I can to the 'sword'."

"The 'love' that should have been given to a certain woman, I also gave it to the 'sword'."

"In the end, I didn't start a family until my head grew silver threads. I had no wife, no children, and no daughters."

"I've been alone for most of my life—until I met Xiaolin."

"When I think that there is such a child who can call me 'Uncle' in this world... I really can't express how I feel."

"She is obviously just a little girl...but I have experienced feelings that I have never had before in this little girl."

The smile on Yuanyi's face became softer.

"In addition to this emotion, I also gained... new power from Xiao Lin."

"This power is stronger than any power I have had before!"

A gentle smile still hung on his cheeks.

But at this moment, Yuan Yi's pupils burst out with a "sharp" light that contrasted sharply with the "soft" on his face!

"When I think about Xiaolin, and when I think about it for Xiaolin, I feel that I might even be able to cut off the top of Mount Fuji!"

"You just said: I am no longer a young man, I have passed my prime?"

"Then you are wrong."

"Ganshi, once upon a time, I also thought that my heyday was when I was still young, when I was still in my prime!"

"But I didn't realize until now that my hair was gray-my strongest moment was not when I was young, not when I overthrew Iga no Sato by myself, not when I repelled the Cossack army One night."

"My strongest moment—"

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"—It is now that there is no longer anything but a sword!"

Yuan put a sword in front of him that he had dedicated most of his life to the past!

The awe-inspiring temperament burst out!

"Bring it on, boy!" he said.

...

(...You are finally no longer attached to the 'sword'.)

(In this way...the door of 'the ultimate in martial arts' can finally be opened to you.)

...

--Ok?

Yuan Yi stared blankly at everything in front of him.

It's still raining.

The wind is still blowing.

But everything in front of me... no, what the eyes see, is completely different.

He can clearly capture the trajectory of every wind and every drop of raindrops.

Everything within the field of vision is invisible to him.

This feeling……

It's like the world is transparent!

But what shocked Yuanyi the most was not the world that suddenly became transparent in front of him, but the voice that suddenly came out from the bottom of his heart just now.

It was a voice he would never mistake--it was his own.

Too many doubts popped up, filling Yuan Yi's mind.

He also has no time to take care of these doubts——

"Heh, the injury is too serious, you're not even clear-headed?" Toyotomi Nobuhide sneered at Genichi.

At the same time he sneered, he was already in a position where his knife could hit Genichi.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, and slashed at Yuan Yi's head!

Toyotomi Nobuhide is very confident in his blow.

With this blow, he didn't hold back anything.

With Yuan Yi who is seriously injured now, it is impossible to avoid his knife no matter what.

He smiled smugly.

He looked proudly at the blade that was getting closer and closer to Yuan Yi's forehead.

However——just as his blade was about to hit Yuan Yi's forehead, the smug smile on his face froze for an instant.

In his prediction, Yuan Yi, who was impossible to escape his blow no matter what, actually moved half a step sideways, easily dodging his attack.

Not only did he dodge, but he also launched a counterattack!

Genichi retracted the Yan Rong in his left hand into the sheath, grasped the Yangshen with both hands, swung the Yangshen from bottom to top, and slashed at Toyotomi Nobuhide's chin at an extremely tricky angle.

"Tsk...!" Toyotomi Nobuhide, whose expression changed drastically uncontrollably, quickly jumped to the right and rear, avoiding Kaigenichi's teasing.

Nobuhide Toyotomi, who jumped back, had just touched the deck with his feet when he saw Yangshen's blade stabbing at his throat again!

--what happened? !

Toyotomi Nobuhide hastily erected Yoshikogushi, trying to block Genichi's stabbing blade.

But just when he erected Jiguang Gushi, Yangshen's blade slammed——

--Fake action!

Seeing Yangshen who suddenly stopped, Toyotomi Nobuhide quickly reacted to the source—what was going on.

He subconsciously jumped to the rear right, trying to increase the distance between himself and Genichi.

But Yuan Yi seemed to have predicted which direction he would retreat in, Yangshen turned a stab into a slash, and first Toyotomi Nobuhide slashed in the direction of his retreat!

Toyotomi Nobuhide, who had no time to change his movements... was like a prey that jumped into a trap.

As soon as he retreated to his planned retreat location, he saw Yangshen's blade cutting towards his head!

The sword light of the sword in the palm of the "Sword Master" illuminated the demon's eyes full of astonishment!

Like the moonlight that disperses the night!

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The author wants to explode the update today, but this chapter is really more difficult to write than expected.

However, it is difficult to write, and it is difficult to write, and the final shaping of the role of "Sword Master" Yuan Yi has been successfully completed.

People who have devoted their whole lives to the "sword" finally get the favor of the "sword" when they no longer wield the sword for the purpose of "improving swordsmanship", and step into the "extreme" as they wish.

Although there is no update today because the chapters are too difficult to write, the author still wants a monthly pass! QQ

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