The three people sat down again on the tatami mat.
Terashima Moriyoshi asked, "I don't think I've ever seen the swordsmanship that Duanmu just demonstrated before. May I ask where Duanmu's teacher is from and what school of swordsmanship he belongs to?"
This was a question he desperately wanted to know, because in his memory, no other swordsmanship school seemed to have such precise yet elusive swordsmanship, and it was also very much in line with the aesthetics of the "Hokushin Itto-ryu". It seemed that even the most ethereal and unpredictable "Shinto Munen-ryu", which was called "meditation", did not have such "freehand" techniques.
It's a feeling that's almost "Zen-like".
Terashima Moriyoshi felt that whether it was a person or a sword, there should be an origin. Could it have just sprung out of a crack in a rock? What he wanted to know and ask was this origin. He really wanted to know who created such a powerful technique, who was practically a master of swordsmanship.
Terashima Moriyoshi, a "master of kendo", really wanted to meet and spar with another "master of kendo", even though he knew he might not be able to defeat him. After all, he couldn't even handle his own student, let alone his teacher personally!
However, this does not hinder his desire for the Way, which is the Way of the Sword.
However, he was destined to be disappointed. As soon as Terashima Moriyoshi finished speaking, Wei Yue laughed and said, "Teacher, you don't know this, but Duanmu-kun's swordsmanship is not entirely inherited from one family or one person. Instead, he draws on the strengths of many and has created his own style, known as 'Falling Cherry Blossom Style'."
Duanmu Ci's face darkened.
Terashima Moriyoshi asked in surprise, “'Sakura Ryu'? I’ve never heard of it before.”
Wei Yue laughed and said, "Of course the teacher has never heard of it, because this style was created by Duanmu Jun himself."
Then he told Terashima Moriyoshi about what they had done in Kabukicho and what happened afterward.
Terashima Moriyoshi's eyes lit up. "Truly, the younger generation is formidable! When I was Duanmu-kun's age, I hadn't even left my teacher's dojo yet, but Duanmu-kun has already established his own school. I'm truly ashamed! If Duanmu-kun could have lived in the same era as Miyamoto Musashi, they would have created a brilliant spark, and future generations would have been blessed."
Duanmu Ci humbly replied, "Senior, you flatter me." Although he had indeed lived in the same era as the Sword Saint Miyamoto Musashi at a certain point in history, they were in different places! One was in the Celestial Empire, and the other was on the Japanese island.
"Don't mention it." Terashima Moriyoshi shook his head, then asked, "Do you still have that video? I really want to see it."
Wei Yue took out her phone from her inner pocket and smiled, "Of course I do."
Then he pulled up the video.
Although the video wasn't very clear, and you couldn't even see the face clearly, Terashima Moriyoshi still watched it very attentively. His cloudy but not dull old eyes were fixed on the figure holding the black umbrella, and his white eyebrows twitched from time to time, showing that he was quite interested.
It was quite a fascinating scene. In the solemn and ancient shrine, the shrine's head priest and kendo master knelt upright in front of a plain white screen, his posture as dignified as ever, but his eyes were fixed on a mobile phone screen. Beside him were two young juniors, all watching the small screen together, their expressions as serious as generals about to go into battle.
The videos provided by Weiyue's mobile phone were not only leaked from the Tokyo Police Department, but also collected from the Internet. After all, there were many onlookers that day, so the number of mobile phone videos was probably as many as the number of onlookers.
The videos recorded by onlookers have sound.
"Handsome guy, I'm Sakurai Kosuke from the Akiyama Yosōkai family. Welcome! It's free!"
"Your Akiyama Yomimori Association is too low-class! Don't insult other people's taste! If you want to come, come to our Yotsuki-kan! As long as a handsome guy comes and stays overnight, you can pick any girl you want! They are all the most popular girls on the streets of Shinjuku!"
"You are all incredibly audacious! How could a powerful man like him be interested in women from nightclubs? You are so rude! If you want to come, come to our Tezuka Club. Our president only has one daughter. If you are willing to marry into our family, you will be the future president of our Tezuka Club!"
"What they're saying is all nonsense. If you're willing to sleep with me, I'm willing to give you a dowry of 100,000 yuan!"
"..."
The sounds from the video drifted out in a jumbled mess, echoing through the empty rear hall of the shrine, and everyone's expressions suddenly became somewhat awkward. They were supposed to be watching swordsmanship, a serious matter, but suddenly so much risqué stuff had appeared; the stark contrast was truly unsettling.
Terashima Moriyoshi straightened his back, trying his best to adopt a serious and dignified attitude, as if he were not affected at all. However, his gray eyebrows, which were twitching up and down from time to time, betrayed his true feelings.
This is absolutely ridiculous...
The video ended frame by frame in this awkward atmosphere.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.
After watching the video, Terashima Moriyoshi closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly sighed deeply, "Truly unparalleled!"
I don't know if he was referring to the unparalleled swordsman or the unparalleled man wielding the sword; perhaps it was both.
"You call this 'Falling Cherry Blossom Style'? Hmm, not bad. Although the name was given by an outsider, it truly captures the essence. 'The enemy is like a flourishing cherry blossom; though numerous, every strike hits its mark, and those that do fall.' How apt, how apt!"
With Terashima Moriyoshi's words, the "Sakura Ryouju" school was officially established.
Although there was only one cultivator, Duanmu Ci...
Duanmu Ci said softly, "Actually, Yuan Jun did very well too. He was surrounded by thousands of troops but was unstoppable and managed to fight his way out."
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