This Hokage is not bloody

Chapter 235 Iron Country III 55
General Ju Wen caught the biscuit and still did not leave: "Please enlighten me."

The clever boy was a little excited, and hurried to the owner of the real iron pavilion: "Master, master, they said that they must kick the pavilion today."

"Then give them 200 taels and find a place to drink some wine." The real iron owner waved his hand impatiently.

The clever boy was in a hurry: "Master!"

"go with!"

The boy walked out unwillingly, and threw the 200 taels in the fat man's face.

"Hehe, master... let's go, we have something to eat!" General Juwen put it in his arms contentedly, but when it was raining, he walked to the gymnasium: "Master... master... what are you doing!"

Whoa! ! !

A cold light flashed across, and the wooden door of the real railway hall was broken into four pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"Master, master, that's great... No, something is wrong... The door of the gymnasium was chopped down by the kicker!" The clever boy rushed into the inner hall with a loud voice, and he was a little excited in his words.

"Grand... Master! The owner of the True Iron Pavilion is good. He often helps some ronin warriors. We come to have some food and drink. Why did you cut off the door of his house? You are slapping him in the face!" General Ju Wen In a hurry.

Soon countless town residents gathered around with excited expressions on their faces. To be able to see Zhentie Fanxin make a move with their own eyes is definitely an anecdote that can be chatted for half a month.

The apprentices in the Zhentie gymnasium stopped their wooden swords and stood in a row excitedly, waiting for Zhentie Fanxin to come out to fight. The enthusiastic young people had nowhere to vent their enthusiasm. Always full of enthusiasm.

It's a pity that there is only one gymnasium in the small town. The people who come to kick the gymnasium are generally incompetent ronin. They speak beautifully and put on their posture well. They lose like dogs if they can't walk for a round.

The one who walked in was a cold-faced boy, not very strong, even a little short, holding a narrow and thin sword in his hand, he didn't look like a master at all.

Zhen Tie Fanxin with a resolute face walked out of the inner hall, met the young man's eyes without anger, and bowed slightly: "It's my fault for neglecting Your Excellency, please come in."

Yu Shi hates this kind of fake politeness, it's better to just draw the knife and cut it off, everyone saves time.

But as the Romans do, he came to the Iron Country not to perform missions or take revenge when it rained. He was just looking for more peak power and some problems.

So the two still sat at the same table, Zhen Tie Fanxin poured a cup of tea with his own hands, and the smoke was still steaming.

"Your Excellency is not a native of Iron Country?" Zhen Tie Fan asked.

"No." Yu Shi didn't intend to hide anything, whether it was his narrow sword or long knife and stitches, they were incompatible with the system of the Iron Kingdom.

As a neutral country, the Iron Country has not had a war for decades, and does not have much hatred or prejudice against outsiders.

"Then what advice do you have for coming to the Iron Country?"

"Feel the power of a warrior and seek a higher peak." Yu Shi said.

"Hehehehe... If you are looking for power, you have come to the wrong place. Now this land is the world of ninjas, you should continue to pursue the power of ninjas." Zhentetsu Shigenobu has seen through Yushi's identity, and said bitterly.

Although I don't want to admit it, countless facts have proved that samurai are inferior to ninjas.

"Ninjas pursue external power, and samurai develop their own potential, there is no conflict." Yu Shi was a little unaccustomed to such conversations, so he got up: "Please enlighten me."

Zhentie Fanxin looked at the untouched tea on the table, felt that today's battle was inevitable, returned to the inner hall, took the samurai sword on the knife rack in his hand, and walked to the training ground.

The apprentices immediately gathered around, a little nervous in their excitement, they rarely saw the host fight with real knives.

The two stood facing each other, Yu Shi held the narrow sword and pointed it at the ground, while Zhen Tie Fanxin pressed the sword in his hands without taking out the sheath, trying to end the battle with his best "Jihe Zhan".

"Drink!" The battle between the samurai is dignified and dignified, not like the sneaking between the ninjas, and the suppression of momentum is also a very important part.

After a burst of shouting, Zhentie Fanxin's entire aura changed. He, who was a hero before, burst out with an extremely powerful aura in an instant. The resistance brought by the long knife in the scabbard made this strike extremely fast.

wow...

Disappointed when it rains, if only to this extent...

The two passed by each other, Yu Shi was only short, Ju He Zhan easily dodged, his narrow sword cut Zhen Tie Fan Xin's front chest, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"Ahem... Thank you for your mercy." Zhen Tie Fanxin, as the person involved, clearly felt the boy's final strength.

"Two knives, two clothes." Yu Shi said.

It took Zhentetsu Shigeshin a few seconds to react, and he presented the two samurai swords in his collection to Yushi, along with two samurai uniforms.

"Sorry, Your Excellency is much stronger than me, I can't give you any advice." Zhentie Fanxin bowed his head.

"Is there any stronger one?" Although the language was arrogant, it was not Yushi's original intention.

"My teacher Tiefune Yoshiryu, a great swordsman of the generation! Although he has lived in seclusion, he is definitely the strongest in Iai Dao." Zhen Tie Fanxin said seriously.

"How does it compare to Sanfu?" Yushi asked.

"...I respect Your Excellency, but please don't insult my respected teacher with that traitor's name." Zhentie Fanxin frowned obviously very angry.

It seems that the contradiction between the new warriors and the traditional warriors has reached the point of irreconcilability, Yu Shi secretly thought.

Leaving the gymnasium in the rain, General Ju Wen, who was holding a new knife, was stunned for a long time, and he gritted his teeth and followed. The villagers who were lying on the wall and watching scattered, and went to the teahouse to chat about today's testimony.

The disciples of the kendo gym were a little disappointed. Their master was easily defeated by a young man, which made them doubt... Are ninjas really that strong?
……

"Master...wait for me!" General Ju Wen suddenly stopped in front of the blacksmith's shop, and after entering for a while, he actually sold his "Chrysanthemum Wen Water Cutting Knife" and happily hugged the new one that Zhentie Fanxin gave him. knife.

"Isn't that your family's inheritance?" Yu Shi still remembered the fierceness that the fat warrior erupted when he grabbed the knife.

"Hey...that's a broken knife, this baby 'Juwen Broken Mountain Blade' is our family's inheritance..." General Juwen smiled and gave his knife a famous name in an instant.

"Master, what's the name of your saber?" General Ju Wen said.

"No name." This is just a hundred-forged samurai sword. Although it can be worth tens of thousands of taels outside, it is just an ordinary sword and does not deserve a name.

"Master, the samurai's sword is their lifeblood, even more precious than their lifeblood. Everyone here will give themselves a name. If you can't name it, I can help you think of a loud one..."

"How about drilling a mountain?"

"Break water?"

"The chrysanthemum pattern is broken?"

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　Thanks to Fatty, the tail number is 4489, like a dragon coming out of the abyss, luminous and flowing sheng, come on, and cheaters for their rewards.

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