City Children's Palace, Musashi Kendo Training Center.
In the center of the field, two people wearing kendo protective gear and holding bamboo swords were facing each other.
The tips of the two bamboo swords are intertwined, and the bamboo sword on the left is trembling slightly. This is not the timidity of the sword holder, but a test, and at the same time, it is also a way to hide the attack that he may launch in the next second, which is different from Taekwondo, Sanda, and Taekwondo. The broken steps of boxing have the same effect but different approaches.
But the man holding the sword on the right didn't move, not in any sense of the word. The bamboo sword in his hand was very stable, and his breathing was long. Only the steps of his feet moved slightly in order to adjust the best position to attack and counterattack.
The court was very quiet, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at the duel in the court. The kendo competition was not a back-and-forth battle like fighting. The outcome was often decided in an instant with the sound of spring thunder. If it were the era when rogues were in power, when the thunder settled, what would be heard would not be applause, but the silent red rain that moistens everything.
The field was quiet for a full two minutes. The two men holding the swords did not move. They just kept moving, advancing and retreating, but no one swung the first sword.
At the third minute, the man on the left who had been testing finally couldn't bear it anymore. He let out a loud roar from under his protective mask, and the roar shook the venue - but he still didn't draw his sword.
The person on the right was not disturbed by the sudden sound of Qihe, and did not move. The bamboo sword in his hand did not even shake.
Three minutes and twenty seconds later, the person on the left finally launched an attack. Without any warning, he raised his bamboo sword high and made a downward slash that he had practiced tens of thousands of times.
The sword holder on the right drew his sword the moment his opponent raised his arm. He raised his bamboo sword and struck hard at the attack that was coming towards him. This fatal blow was deflected, and he took a step forward. Before the opponent could prepare his movements, he made a clean downward slash.
Hit the surface.
A duel that lasted for three minutes ended in less than three seconds.
There was thunderous applause and... cheers from children.
This is the largest children's palace in the city, so of course there will be many children.
Therefore, the duel taking place now is not a world-famous duel between sword masters, but an exhibition match in the kendo training class of the Children's Palace. The original intention of holding it is to show the charm of kendo to the children and the parents who came together. This will lead to the spring enrollment of the new season of kendo classes in the Children's Palace.
"If I hadn't been shocked and confused now, I would have thought I was dreaming just now." The person on the left side of the venue took off his mask, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, about forty or above, with a With emotion and wonder.
The one on the right who won the duel just now also took off his mask, but underneath was a boy who was too young to look good. His black hair and black eyes were full of calm, and there was no joy at all about winning. He and the middle-aged boy The man returned the courtesy and stood up again and said: "Fist is afraid of young people, and the same is true for swordsmanship."
"What matters is reaction and speed, but you have to change your habit of not testing at all and only playing second-hand. If you don't attack first, you will suffer a lot." The middle-aged man held the mask on his right waist and looked at him in amazement. A boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old: "If I hadn't laid the foundation for you, I would have thought that you started learning swordsmanship in your mother's womb. The sudden combination of energy in that situation wouldn't even disturb your steps."
The qihe in kendo refers to the sudden shout from the middle-aged man in the duel just now. It has the effect of refreshing and intimidating. Nowadays, more and more people call it a "battle cry". As long as the voice is loud and a sudden roar is heard, it can shock the audience. If the enemy exposes a flaw, you can seize the gap and defeat it in one go.
"Coach, you are overthinking." A helpless smile finally appeared on the boy's face: "I really just reacted quickly. When you were qi-filled just now, your fingers holding the sword showed no signs of exerting force. How could I have been hit?" trick."
"You still know how to call me coach." The middle-aged man glanced at the excited children on the sidelines and the parents who were fumbling with their pockets with pain on their faces and sighed: "Anyway, I passed the sixth-dan exam last year. As a result, I lost to you, and I still have to lose face."
"Disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers." The boy shook his head: "Besides, you taught me. Doesn't this mean that your skills in educating people are far better than your own?"
"It makes sense." The middle-aged man thought thoughtfully, but he reacted after a few seconds and immediately took a sip and said: "You have only beaten me a few times, and you dare to say that you have surpassed me. Have you passed the exam? !Have your steps and posture become standard?"
"Okay, okay, okay." The boy wisely chose to avoid the topic: "But coach, why don't you invite Senior Brother Chu Zihang and invite me to come back to host this exhibition match?"
"Isn't he going to take the college entrance examination this year?" The coach shook his head and said, "Besides, I'm not very familiar with him. If it weren't for you, that kid wouldn't have any contact with me at all. After all, he didn't come to school after graduating from elementary school. Yes, I just invite him back to perform occasionally as an honorary graduate. Besides, what should I ask him to do? Isn’t it easy to use a ready-made coolie like you? "
"If he takes the college entrance examination, I won't take the college entrance examination?" The boy sighed: "And I think Chu Zihang is more handsome than me. He can be more attractive in exhibition matches and balance the yin and yang of your kendo gym."
"Nonsense, you are handsome too, no worse than him. But speaking of which university do you have any plans to attend in the future?" The coach smiled, showing his white teeth, and picked up the boy with his left hand, facing the parents and students on the sidelines. After snapping a few photos, there was actually a beautiful blond foreign girl in the crowd holding a camera and taking pictures of the two of them.
"Soon." The boy in front of the camera also smiled. After taking the photo, he immediately put away his fake smile and said calmly: "Whatever, let it be fate."
"How can you resign yourself to fate?" The coach patted the boy on the shoulder: "You still need to read books to broaden your horizons. Moreover, you are born with quick reactions and strong physical coordination. If you have the intention in the future, you can develop in kendo. I can I’ll help you make a recommendation, your coach is at least 6th Dan.”
"Forty-three-year-old sixth-dan." The boy stabbed him openly: "When are you going to take the seventh-dan test?"
"It will be five years later. The rules are there. It's a pity that the rules are too rigid. Otherwise, I guess with your ability, you should be fine if you practice more and become a sword master before you are thirty." The coach rubbed it hard. The boy's hair smiled.
"Don't flatter me. After all, kendo is just a hobby now." Faced with the coach's optimism, the boy obviously lacked character.
"Seize your youth carefully, fall in love in high school and gain experience, so that you won't be blind when you go to college." The coach said with emotion: "I heard that there are so many luxury cars at the entrance of Shilan High School on rainy days, it's like a car show. , All the ladies in the school are gone, just do one or two of them and your college tuition will be paid for."
"What kind of talk is this? I didn't realize, coach, that you are still a scumbag who cheats on your feelings." The boy looked at the coach in surprise.
"If I could eat, I would definitely eat. It's a pity that time is not forgiving, but it's a pity that you don't want to eat soft food." The coach said seriously.
"I have a good stomach and like to eat dry food. Besides, I have no interest in that and no one will like me." The boy shook his head.
"Okay, okay, don't be self-effacing. Do you think I don't know how popular you are in school? There are so many people who like you. Young people should have less sour ink and ink dissatisfied with the world in their bellies and more spring. A butterfly in the flowers." The coach pushed the boy and kicked him on the butt: "Just go ahead and do whatever you have to do. I'll collect the wages at the front desk later."
"Do you still get paid? Isn't it a compulsory exhibition match?" The boy was startled and turned around and said.
"Have you collected enough tuition for next year's school?" the coach raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't it still early?" The boy smiled helplessly.
"It's getting late. In the second year of high school, concentrate on your studies and then go out to pick up girls. Don't waste your good years working part-time." The coach waved his hand and walked towards the impatient children on the sidelines and said: "Go away, study hard, go up and down every day." I'll see you again next time there's an exhibition match, remember to give me some slack."
The boy was stunned for a moment, said nothing, just smiled and turned around to leave.
"Oh, by the way, Lin Nian." The coach suddenly shouted to the boy.
"What?" the boy turned around and asked.
"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that my daughter said she saw your sister in a newly opened coffee shop in the High-tech Zone a few days ago," the coach said.
"Are you working?" The boy was startled.
"Yes, let me tell you." The coach nodded.
"I know." The boy said, "Let's go."
"Um."
After that, the boy left the venue holding his hood and bamboo sword, but his back became much heavier for no reason.
