Unparalleled Double Harmony

"Misako, wake up."

An old voice sounded in Mizusa Sahara's ears, and at the same time something cool touched his face.

He struggled to open his eyes, and immediately saw the familiar ceiling of the dojo, as well as the wrinkled, condescending face of his master.

"Master...I..." Meizuo raised his eyes and looked at Master, wondering, "Am I asleep?"

"No." Master shook his head, "You fainted."

Hearing this, Mimasaku realized that he was lying on the ground in his dojo training clothes, and his whole body, including the floor beneath him, was soaked with his own sweat.

However, even in this state, his right hand still did not let go of the training spear.

Snapped--

At this time, the master tapped Meisaku on the shoulder with the bamboo sword that had just touched her cheek.

"Uh--" Meisaku's already very sore body was hit by such a blow, and an electric shock-like pain suddenly spread from his shoulder. The pain made him grimace and his whole body trembled.

"It seems that you are fine." However, Master looked relieved when he saw Mimasaku's reaction. "Next time, don't practice alone here all night. If no one is around when you faint, it will be dangerous. .”

But when Meizuo heard this, he was silent for a few seconds, then slowly turned his head, looked at his frozen right hand holding the gun, and said: "Master, I am really as you said. Are you saying... that he is a person with mediocre martial arts skills?"

"Ah..." Master replied in a deep voice, "Of course you are. Your qualifications are probably two or three lower than those of children from peasant families, and even further behind those of children from other samurai families. ” He said this, paused, and then said, “Even if you practice extra hard every night, you are still a weakling who can only barely follow everyone. Isn’t this the best evidence?”

The answer itself was cruel, but what was even more cruel was the master's calm and honest tone.

"Then why...don't you just get rid of this useless piece of trash like me?" When Meisaku asked this, there were already a few tears pouring down from his temples along with the sweat on his face.

"Whether you leave or not is not decided by the teacher." The master's tone still sounded so cold, "Only when you want to give up, is the time for you to leave..." He said, slowly turned around, and pulled He pulled the haori draped over his nightgown and coughed lightly, "A teacher should preach, teach, and resolve doubts... As long as the apprentice wants to work hard for a day, the teacher will teach you responsibly for a day. That's all. That’s all.”

"Master!" Meisaku regained some strength at this time. He turned over and sat up. He knelt there and looked at the back of his master and shouted, "I will... I will definitely become a master enough to protect Zuo Yuan! Even for a mediocre person like me. For me, it will take ten or a hundred times more hard work than others... I will never back down!"

The master paused, turned his head and glanced back at Meizu: "Ha... I believe you can do it, master. After all, there may not be any fool who works harder than you in this world..."

…………

An extremely clear childhood memory flashed before my eyes.

But in reality this is only a moment.

Maybe this is the revolving lantern that people see before they die.

"Hey...Master is really stupid. There is such a fool...here is one..." Misaku Sahara slowly turned her head, looked at the gun head that was deeply pierced into her left collarbone, and smiled bitterly. After leaving these last words, he breathed his last breath.

A few seconds ago, when he fired his gun at Keijiro who was charging towards him, he never thought that he would be defeated in such a way.Meisaku originally thought that with his ability to wield a gun and his armor, he would be able to deal with such a reckless man who rushed up to him with bare hands, just like picking something out of a bag.

Unexpectedly, Keijiro, who was extremely familiar with the weapon Zhu Qiang, seemed to be able to sense the path of the weapon in advance at the moment of the confrontation between the two sides. He used a move that was considered suicidal by common sense to forcefully get closer, and used The three points of the wrist, elbow, and armpit rotated to relieve the force, and the beautiful and confident spear style was transformed into the body with bare hands.

The second after the move was completed, Keijiro used his right arm to grab the gun and grabbed the back of Mimasaku's head with his left hand, and then used the opportunity to hit the opponent with a forehead-to-forehead headbutt.

This kind of gangster fighting style is quite unfamiliar to a military commander like Mimasaku who comes from an orthodox dojo and mainly has battlefield experience, which makes him suffer a big loss.

The next second, in a burst of surprise and dizziness, before Meisaku could recover, Keijiro used his left hand to pull downwards and tilt his head.

Keijiro then used his right hand to pick up the newly recaptured Vermillion Spear, held half an inch behind the head of the spear, and thrust the head of the spear like a dagger into the exposed joint of Mimasaku's shoulder and neck.

All this happened in four seconds. Even Huang Donglai, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't find any room to intervene, and the battle was over.

Keijiro immediately calmed down after killing his opponent. After he drew his gun and fought back, he almost instinctively supported Mimasaku Sahara's body, first letting it kneel down slowly, and then lying on its side. This was considered his death. The last bit of respect for your opponent.

"Hey - Keijiro!" At this time, Huang Donglai ran out from behind the big tree in the distance and shouted, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Keijiro was stunned when he heard this, and his nerves that had just relaxed became tense again.

He immediately followed the sound, and after seeing that the person coming was Huang Donglai, he lowered his guard again.

"It turns out to be Brother Huang... um..." Keijiro breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then suddenly knelt down on one knee, covering his right rib, with a look of pain on his face.

Blood also penetrated the right half of his clothes at this moment.

Huang Donglai was not surprised by this, because he had clearly seen from the side just now: Although Keijiro's magic move looks very extreme and wonderful, it is actually... not perfect.

A real master will have a better way to deal with this move, and the result will still be winning without getting hurt.

Keijiro's method seems to be to defeat the enemy with one move, crisp and clear, as if he has the potential to crush the enemy, but in fact his strength is not much higher than Sahara Misaku.

He was able to win mainly through the courage to sacrifice himself and the unexpected response...and behind these two things, there was also the support of "talent".

Just like what Misaku Sahara's master said, Misaku's martial arts talent is mediocre, so even if he became the number one master of Sahara in a certain period through unremitting efforts, when facing a highly talented opponent like Keijiro, he would have to be at some extremes In the changes of offense and defense under the situation, he could not defeat the opponent's sudden operation by relying only on muscle memory and reaction.

Of course, Keijiro's physical strength was not much different from Sahara Misaku's, so his injuries were not considered minor.

Fortunately, Huang Donglai, a person with medical capabilities, was nearby, which was a big help.

But no one knows at this moment... Huang Donglai's appearance and intervention have actually had an irreversible impact on some things. The two time and space affected by the tide have taken this as an opportunity to begin to collapse.