On December 30, the eleventh year of Tenmon (1542), the Imagawa family held a martial arts conference in the Imagawakan Honmaru, allowing the relatives and martial arts masters of all families and tribes in the Imagawa family to show off their skills, and also to encourage martial arts in the family. wind.
Yes, this suggestion was made by Shouguini. She felt that under the influence of Imagawa Yoshimoto, the family governor who indulged in poetry, calligraphy, painting, flowers, birds, and the moon, the Imagawa family was moving closer to the culture of the public servants. In the long run, their armaments would inevitably be weakened - especially considering that the young master Imagawa Goro's favorite was Cuju is a hobby, and the Imagawa family will not see an opportunity to rebuild their martial ethics in the future. In order to shake up the family's decline, Shou Guini organized this martial arts conference.
"Do I have to participate too?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was still thinking about it while he was sorting out his military uniform with the help of Ginkgo - he hadn't worn a military uniform for a long time.
"You have already chosen the easiest 'bow skill', don't you just don't want to sweat. If you, the superintendent of the house, don't go to any one of them, wouldn't mother scold you to death?" Ginkgo gloated at the side with a bad smile, Obediently helped Imagawa Yoshimoto tighten his clothes.
"There is really no way..." Imagawa Yoshimoto sighed, reluctantly walked out of the door, and pulled Ginkgo out at the same time.
"What are you doing, sir? I still want to take a nap." Ginkgo also looked resentful.
"Go and cheer for Wulang, don't even think about being idle."
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With Ryuumaru on his left side, Sosanzumon on his right side, and a folding fan on his waist, Imagawa Yoshimoto walked into the main hall inside Honmaru humming some music. He did not go through the main entrance, but quietly slipped in through the side door, wanting to avoid the scene of a bunch of hormonal muscular men cheering for him.
The dojo is divided into several areas. Some areas are for archery competitions, some are for kendo competitions, and there are several areas on the side for wrestling competitions. According to Shouguini's arrangement, Imagawa Yoshi will be allowed to compete next time. Yuan took his family members to the outskirts of Imagawa Hall for hunting to test their riding and archery skills - Imagawa Yoshimoto felt troubled just thinking about it.
Imagawa Yoshimoto quietly walked to the edge of the kendo area, wanting to see how the current battle was going, but unexpectedly found that several martial arts disciples with bloody heads were being helped to the edge for bandages.
"What's going on?" Imagawa Yoshimoto frowned - he clearly remembered that before the start of the martial arts competition, he emphasized that this time he must click to the end to avoid hurting anyone. Imagawa Yoshimoto walked to the wounded and looked on the large tatami where the competition was held, and heard helpless complaints in his ears:
"Okabe-sama is too cruel."
"Sakyo Okabe really knows how to teach children. He beat my nephew like this without any seriousness."
"This stupid kid doesn't even know how to stop."
Imagawa Yoshimoto saw Okabe Motobu standing in the dojo. The latter was holding a bamboo sword stained with some blood in his hand. He stood meticulously at one end of the big tatami, waiting for the next challenger to arrive. The light yellow tatami was spattered with blood, and one glance showed how ruthless Okabe Motonobu was. In the spectator seats, Okabe Oyatsuna could be seen standing aside with his hands behind his back - not expressing dissatisfaction with his son's behavior.
"Okabe-sama, please pay attention to one thing or two. Everyone in the Imagawa family knows about your martial prowess, but you must not hurt the harmony!" Himura Ueha, who was making the decision on the side, couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly stepped forward and reminded, "As far as you click, as long as you click."
"What's the point? Fighting is about having a good time. Warriors don't know each other unless they fight, and it's better to have a bloody brotherhood!" Akai Kurotaka sneered at Himura Uyoha's remarks and snatched away his referee's hand. Position, "Go down and let me be the referee."
"Not using your full strength in a duel is disrespectful to your opponent. This is the most harmful thing." Okabe Otsuna was quite satisfied with Okabe Motonobu's behavior, and he protested loudly to Himura Uitoha.
"Yes, fighting with all your strength is the way for warriors to show their affection." Okabe Motonobu also said, and at the same time he turned to look at the other warriors aside, trying his best to put on a kind smile on his face: "Tell me a joke, 'Hit me. It's kissing and scolding, it's love, I'm loving you."
it's too cold……
A few years later, instead of improving Okabe Motonobu's ability to tell jokes, Imagawa Yoshimoto almost shivered from the cold.
"Come on then, I'll fight you with all my strength!"
At this moment, a loud roar came from the side of the field, and Asahina Taimo jumped into the field in a somewhat exaggerated posture, holding a bamboo knife and eager to go up and start fighting. He almost forgot to exchange names, so Xuancai was stopped by Feicun Yangyu.
"Son, fuck that Okabe boy! Let them see who among the Imagawa samurai is who keeps his word!" Yasushi Asahina on the sidelines could see the presence of Okabe Otsuna, and he immediately held back his full strength and attacked Yasushi Asahina. yelled. At the same time, he took out two wine gourds from his arms, stuffed one into Asahina Taichao's hand, and opened the lid of the other himself, "Here, have a drink before going into battle to boost your blood circulation!"
"Okay, do it, Dad!" Asahina Taichao also laughed and opened the lid, clinked glasses with Asahina Taino happily, and drank several gulps of wine. Next to him, Asahina Matsuchiyo, who was even smaller, actually held a mini version of a wine gourd. He tugged on his father's trousers and held the small gourd up from a distance, as if they were clinking glasses together, and then drank a few Big mouth.
Asahina Taitomo and Okabe Motonobu can be regarded as happy enemies. They have been sworn enemies for many years. Naturally, they show no mercy when they really confront each other. Although Asahina Yasuomo also grew up to almost the same height as Okabe Motonobu during adolescence, he was still a little older than Okabe Motonobu, and his martial arts and strength were slightly inferior, and his sword skills fell behind in a hurry.
But with so many people watching around, how could the proud Asahina Taito tolerate such a tone? So, he simply stopped blocking, and swung every sword towards Okabe Motonobu - as long as he didn't block, there would be no difference in swordsmanship. The worst he could do was that one of them would be stabbed once, and it would be up to him to see who could endure the beating - Bamboo Sword You can't kill anyone.
After all, Okabe Motonobu was more mature and calm than Asahina Yasutomo. He didn't want the grand kendo competition to turn into a barbarian fight between two people, so he worked hard to fend off Asahina Yasutomo's attack. But as a result, the situation naturally fell into a disadvantageous situation - because blocking often has to be combined with counterattacks to make sense, but Asahina Yasutomo didn't care about Okabe Motobu's counterattacks, but continued to attack mindlessly. And Okabe Motonobu's level was not high enough to be able to quickly stab Asahina Taichao while deflecting the latter's attack.
Finally, Okabe Motonobu was stabbed twice in the shoulder and forearm by the desperate Asahina Taichao, and the crowd of onlookers at the edge of the field immediately burst into cheers. Okabe Gen's confidence suddenly became angry - no strong-blooded samurai would tolerate an enemy whose martial arts skills were not as good as his own to take advantage of him in this way. As a result, Okabe Motonobu simply stopped blocking, and slashed the thigh of Asahina Taimo with his backhand, making Taimo Asahina stagger - and the latter also hit him with another unambiguous knife.
What was originally a kendo competition has suddenly turned into a test of your ability to resist blows with one sword and one with mine. Imagawa Yoshimoto didn't want to continue watching the "death fight" between these happy enemies, so he left the sidelines with a smile.
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After walking around to the edge of another field, Imagawa Yoshimoto saw Ginkgo who was brought with him at a glance - the latter was sitting on the futon next to him to rest, but Imakawa Goro who was supposed to bring her was missing. trace. Imagawa Yoshimoto looked back and forth, and found the small figure of Imagawa Goro - he was riding on Sena Ujitoshi's shoulders, looking towards the wrestling dojo, his two small hands subconsciously holding Sena Ujitoshi's hair bun. , which messed up the latter's bun.
"Goro, get off Sena-sama quickly." Imagawa Yoshimoto waved to Imagawa Goro and raised his hands to take him off. "How can it be shameless to rely on others? You are no longer a child."
"No, I'm going to have sex with Sena-sama!" Imagawa Goro pouted and made a face at Imagawa Yoshimoto.
"You will be blessed in the future, Sena, if you can please the future governor." Imagawa Yoshimoto also laughed and patted Sena Ujitoshi on the shoulder.
"When His Highness and his wife go out, Odai-den always asks me to serve the young master, and we have become more familiar with him after going back and forth." Sena Shitoshi nodded slightly with some embarrassment, "How dare you mean to flatter me?"
"Sir, he just said it casually. Why should Sena-sama care?" Ginkgo stood up with a smile, then took Imagawa Goro off Sena Ujitoshi's shoulders, put him on the floor, and touched his head and said , "Goro, it's your turn to play, get ready and see who your opponent is."
"My child doesn't want to wrestle. I'll get all sweaty and might get injured." Imagawa Goro pouted again, looking pitiful, and coquettishly begged Ginkgo and Imagawa Yoshimoto.
"Father and son are just cut out of the same mold. There's really nothing we can do about it." Ginkgo smiled evilly and gave Imagawa Yoshimoto and Imagawa Goro a white look.
"You are so lazy, I don't know who you are like?" Imagawa Yoshimoto naturally would not give in to Ginkgo verbally, and retorted, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
So Imagawa Goro, pulled by Imagawa Yoshimoto and Ginkgo, reluctantly walked towards the field on the other side - there was a place for the children in the Weiyuan uniform to compete. On the field, a kid about the same age as Goro Imagawa was warming up and getting ready to play. The child had a white hairband on his head, stained with patches of brown.
