If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

This cold weapons class was officially taught by Angers. No one was dissatisfied at all. Instead, everyone was very interested and eager to try it.

Isshin Miyamoto, who was responsible for the attack, distributed the bamboo swords to each student's hands with a smile and without saying a word. When handing them to Caesar and Lin Nian, he whispered: " I’m really looking forward to the performance of both of you, Gattuso-kun and Lin Nian-jun.”

Caesar showed no expression and ignored Miyamoto Isshin, while Lin Nian didn't say anything. The two of them seemed to be on the same page. Miyamoto Isshin didn't make any reaction, and he issued his bamboo sword with great respect. After that, he returned to Ange's back and put his hands behind his back to act as a backdrop.

"Does anyone here know the art of swordsmanship?" Angers also held a bamboo sword in his hand. Only at this time can you see the thug figure of this old guy hidden under the gentleness and gentleman, a three-foot-nine-inch man. Holding the bamboo sword in your hand is like grabbing a feather duster. Just looking at it gives the illusion of weightlessness.

Five or six students among dozens of students raised their hands, and Lin Nian was among them. This ratio was considered normal, and the fact that there were five or six students was beyond Angers' expectations.

"Feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, hands." Ange slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand, forming a 'looking straight' gesture. Lin Nian's eyes lit up slightly in the crowd. Anyone who has never studied kendo can see that Angers simple starting movement is full of charm and power.

When the eye-to-eye posture was completed, Angers glanced at everyone, and every student subconsciously took a step back. For a moment, they all thought that the principal would step forward and strike with a sword in the next moment!

"Some people say that the importance of swordsmanship lies in the basics, steps, postures, and moves. If you practice diligently and continuously for fifty years, you can become a great talent." Ange slowly put down the bamboo sword: "But for you, five years Ten years is too long, and this class only lasts for fifty minutes, so I will keep everything simple in my teaching. Has anyone read the Five Wheels book?"

No one raised their hands this time, and Lin Nian was no exception. He knew that "The Book of Five Rings" was one of Miyamoto Musashi's works, but he had never really read it. For him, kendo was just a temporary means of making a living. One is not the whole of life, so naturally there is no intensive study of too much relevant knowledge.

Although no one raised their hands, Miyamoto Isshin quietly raised his hands after Anger. This is not surprising. As the head of the Kendo Club and a descendant of the Japanese branch of the Miyamoto family, he is familiar with everything about Japan's strongest swordsman. It can be regarded as a required course.

"Yixinjun, do you think the Five Wheels Book or the Military Mirror is more important?" Angre asked.

"The five-wheeled book is heavy." Miyamoto stopped and answered.

"Why are swordsmanship books inferior to art of war books?" Angre laughed.

"The art of war comes first, and swordsmanship comes second." Miyamoto smiled.

When everyone was confused by the conversation between Anger and Miyamoto Isshin, Lin Nian understood it. Angers meaning was very simple. Swordsmanship and technique are the means to win, and the art of war teaches how to win. fundamental.

"Today I will only teach you one move in terms of technique." Ange stood the bamboo sword in front of him and pointed forward: "'Holding the sword in the middle', this is the starting position, and the subsequent changes are whether to raise the sword straight down, or Cutting diagonally, cutting against the cassock, or cutting the Buddha's face are all just cutting movements, so we won't go into details today."

The students in the gym automatically separated their positions, two meters apart from each other, and made knife-holding movements just like Angers. Miyamoto Isshin also stepped down and corrected them one by one starting from the first row. Details of action poses.

Caesar's position happened to be on the left side of Lin Nian. He took a look at Lin Nian's "midsection holding a knife" at this moment. It looked like a standard replica of Angers.

Lin Nian also glanced at Caesar's movements, and then glanced at Miyamoto Isshin, who had given wrong guidance, and walked slowly, and couldn't help but whisper: "Relax your shoulders, don't hold the knife upward, and move your right foot forward five centimeters. .”

Caesar immediately adjusted his posture after hearing the sound. At this moment, Miyamoto Isshin also walked in front of him. After seeing the standard mid-section knife-holding posture, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head, then passed Caesar and came to Lin Nian's In front of him, he just glanced at Lin Nian's posture and then passed by again.

Lin Nian's face was calm. He had practiced this hand movement hundreds of times with a vibrator every time he "daily" did it. Even Ange couldn't find anything wrong with it. Besides, for him, For experienced players, there is no need to be picky about the starting position.

Soon, Miyamoto Isshin went through all the students and returned behind Angers. The principal nodded: "Who can tell me what is most important when two people are confronting each other?"

"Have a head start." Someone answered without hesitation.

"What is an opportunity?" Angers asked again.

"Pre-emptive strike." The man replied again.

"Get out of the queue." Ange said calmly.

The person who answered twice walked out obediently. Lin Nian recognized the person because he introduced himself to him. His name seemed to be "Sigrid". His name sounded like he was French, and he had short brown hair and an authentic appearance. He is of Caucasian race, has very beautiful light green eyes, is tall and muscular, and has the feeling of a French gentleman in his bones.

What impressed Lin Nian the most was that this person was a member of the Lion Heart Club. There were very few students who could pass the Lion Heart Club assessment in their freshman year. They were basically all 'A'-level elites. This Sigrid did not Such is the case outside.

"Name." Ange put down his bamboo sword and looked at the big boy in front of him with a smile.

"Sigrid Agren." The boy nodded.

"Oh, descendant of Earl Agron, I remember you. Your 3E exam results were excellent. You are a rare 'A' grade bloodline. I heard that you joined the Lionheart Club." Anger smiled.

"The descendants of the earl are insignificant. My country has abolished the monarchy. Titles are just a trick for little girls." Sigrid was obviously a little flattered that he actually had an impression in the headmaster's mind, and he seemed very humble during the conversation: " As for joining the Lionheart Club, I was just lucky enough to pass the exam."

"Have you ever learned swordsmanship?" Angers asked.

"No, but I have learned some cavalry sword skills." Sigrid nodded.

"Then follow the starting position you are used to. Today we are studying the theory of swordsmanship, not the basic skills." Angers waved his hand, and the students in the front row immediately stepped back to make way for an open space.

Sigrid took a deep breath and seemed to understand what was going to happen next. Caesar and Lin Nian behind the crowd all showed a fleeting look of envy in their eyes, and there were other people with the same look in the classroom. The third one is assistant coach Miyamoto Isshin waiting in the corner.

"Cossack cavalry swordsmanship like Systema?" Angers asked with a smile when he saw Sigrid holding the bamboo sword hanging down by his right hand.

"The principal is knowledgeable." Sigrid nodded.

"What is an opportunity?" Angers repeated the original question.

"To strike first is to take the initiative." Sigrid replied.

"Then you attack first." Angers made a starting move.

Sigrid concentrated and stared at Angers with a smile on his face. His steps did not move, and his whole body was as tight as steel. Everyone in the classroom was watching him, thinking about the angle, strength, and speed of the attack that might be launched in the next second.

There was a stalemate for about ten seconds. Sigrid stepped forward to break the deadlock. He drew his knife and slashed Angers' left thigh. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand to press the bamboo knife held by the principal, and slashed rapidly. At the same time, it intends to block the attack that the other party may resist!

Lin Nian in the crowd suddenly made a sound of exclamation.

Sigrid's head exploded, and the bamboo sword hit him in the head. His left hand was missing, and even the bamboo sword in his right hand was missing. Angers was standing beside Sigrid with both hands. The bamboo sword maintained its downward slashing motion.

At this time, there was a chorus of exclamation in the gym. Everyone's eyes were focused on Sigrid, so no one saw Angers' movements clearly. He penetrated Sigrid's attack like a ghost, and then A sword hit the opponent's head.

"First, first, first." Ange moved the bamboo sword away from his student's head: "In a battle, everyone wants to seize the initiative. This is 'first', but we can be better than 'first', in the The winning attitude of being first and first is to clearly see the opponent's "first strike" intention at the moment the opponent raises his sword or takes a step, and then attacks the opponent first. This is the most advanced and practical tactic among the "three first" tactics. .”

Thunderous applause rang out in the gym. Sigrid was still a little confused at the moment. He didn't know how he lost. In ten seconds, he constructed the optimal attack route in his mind, and even counterattacked his opponent. He thought of all the ways to counterattack, but the moment he took that step, Angers read all his intentions clearly and won the victory with a better solution. If it were a real sword, Sigrid would have his head ripped open by now. .

Sigrid bowed, put away his bamboo sword and walked back to the queue. Angers held the bamboo sword in one hand and continued his lecture: "So in a kendo match, there will always be a stalemate for tens of seconds or even minutes, observation, feints, and fake movements. , see through, the battle has already started before the sword is drawn, that period of freezing point is the "first before the first" snatching moment, which relies heavily on observation, foreknowledge, and the summary of combat experience. If you make a wrong judgment, you will be cut down. Head; if your judgment is correct, your opponent’s head will fall to the ground. This is what I want to teach you in today’s lesson.”

Is the basic moves more important or the tactics more important?

Angers gave the answer in a simple duel. He advanced in the art of war and finally won with moves.

"Try to see through, see through, and try to feint and deceive. Soldiers, deception, this course is to teach you how to survive on the battlefield, not to teach you skills that have been practiced for hundreds of years." Angers glanced with a smile All students: "Does anyone still want to try it?"

Lin Nian and Caesar raised their hands at the same time, and half of the students in the classroom raised their hands together. Even though Sigrid's tragic defeat was still vivid in his mind, it still couldn't stop everyone from wanting to challenge Angers, a living legend.

"There are a lot of people." Angre smiled: "Since there are many people, it is natural to set a threshold, Mr. Yixin."

In the corner, Isshin Miyamoto quietly walked to the stage. Angers walked sideways and patted his shoulder: "I'm going to go out and breathe for a while. Anyone who can win the first victory of the kendo club, today's class will be considered a success." After passing the test, I will come in again later and try to teach that genius a thing or two."

The moment Angers walked out of the gym, something strange happened. The raised arms were instantly numerous.

Everyone knew Hilbert Jean Angers, but they also knew Isshin Miyamoto, the head of the kendo department.

The freshmen's impression of Miyamoto Isshin was left on the Night Watch Forum, where a student with some good intentions compiled a series of videos of the kendo club kicking the gym, and the protagonist was the gym director Miyamoto Isshin himself.

One man and one bamboo sword treat every battle as a life-or-death duel, and his attacks are extremely ruthless and ruthless. Kasaya chops, horizontal chops, and lion displays are all moves that are as ferocious as smashing the opponent through the wooden board under his feet. , just watching the video can leave people with a sense of impact of decisive killing.

No one wants to be hit by a sword from the front by such a person, even if it is a bamboo sword, because in the hands of such a guy, the sharpness of the bamboo sword is no different from that of a real sword, and no one would like to practice with it. Sometimes I personally feel the pain of "die once".

However, when most people retracted their arms, there were still two arms raised high in the gym, and Isshin Miyamoto was not surprised at all with a smile on his face.

The people who raised their hands were Caesar Gattuso and Lin Nian. With Miyamoto's nod, the two walked out of the queue holding bamboo swords.

"As soon as I learned that there was a cold weapons class for freshmen today, I took the initiative to apply for the position of teaching assistant." Miyamoto looked at Lin Nian with a gentle smile.

"Senior, the trouble with people is that they are good teachers." Lin Nian walked to the front of the crowd: "I don't call you senior to fear you, but to respect you. I hope you don't make a mistake."

"I heard that the Japanese have a strong sense of class, but it seems that someone brought the custom to the wrong place." Caesar moved the wrist holding the sword as if to warm up.

"Have you ever learned swordsmanship, Gattuso-san?" Miyamoto looked at Caesar intently.

"A little bit, I want to try recruiting with the principal and get some advice." Caesar told everyone what it means to be proud and fearless. When he said this, he was as relaxed as if he was going to have afternoon tea. The words directly went beyond Miyamoto and pointed directly at Angers.

"Good momentum, Lin Niansang, this is the 'sharp' I told you. At first, I thought you were as proud as Gattuso-kun." Miyamoto took a step forward, and all the students behind him stepped back. Everyone can see that the situation in the gym seems to have changed from a teaching bureau to a grudge bureau. No one wants to interfere in this atmosphere.

The rising star of the Gattuso family and the 'S' class student fighting against the head of the kendo club sounds very interesting.

"I'll go first," said Caesar.

Lin Nian did not fight, but took a step back and entered the spectator seats.

"Will Gattuso-kun come first?" Miyamoto nodded wholeheartedly: "Has Gattuso-kun understood the actual combat idea of ​​'first, first'? This is the foundation of the basics of swordsmanship in actual combat."

"I remember that you Japanese are a very hierarchical nation. In the workplace and in school, the stratification between superiors and subordinates is extremely obvious. This stratification is embodied in all aspects of your life. The most obvious one is the title. ." Caesar unbuttoned his school uniform jacket, holding the bamboo sword in his right hand and hanging it naturally by his side: "The title 'Jun' can be used between close friends, but it seems that the two of us are not friends."

Miyamoto said nothing and just smiled.

"And another way of using it is as a term for seniors to juniors, and superiors to subordinates." Caesar took his left hand out of his school uniform jacket, changed his stance, and pointed sideways at Miyamoto Isshin, staring at the Japanese man coldly. Said: "Who are you looking down on?"

Miyamoto Isshin's eyes widened slightly. From his perspective, he couldn't see the way Caesar held the bamboo sword or the direction of the bamboo sword. A simple gesture hid all of Caesar's offensive ideas in the darkness. , his own figure was reflected in those sea-blue eyes, as if countless blades had been pointed at his vital points.

Now the majestic power pouring out of Caesar is so tough and chilling. What is hidden in the darkness is not a bamboo sword, but a real blade that can kill people. The moment he takes action, even if it is made of steel It can also be cut open!

Principal Ange said it right. "Be first, first" is a theory of war, not a technique. A successful theory can be applied to all scenarios, regardless of technique or method, just to seize the opportunity.

In the deepest part of Miyamoto Isshin's eyes, the contempt he had for the noble son of the Gattuso family slowly disappeared, and an unabashed smile of joy appeared on his face. He had always been a joyful person. He would be excited when he met a strong enemy, and he would be scornful when he met a mediocre person. When he met Lin Nian for the first time, he couldn't hold back his joy and smiled. What I didn't expect today was that he showed the same smile when facing Caesar Gattuso. expression.

Because of the lazy and indulgent style of study at Kassel College, he did not look down on most people, so he had never understood Caesar Gattuso, but he felt that today, at this moment, was the best way to interpret it. Is this proud emperor a true genius or a mediocre person?

"This is the first time we meet, I am Miyamoto Isshin." Miyamoto Isshin tapped the hilt of the sword with the index fingers of both hands, and relaxed the rest of his fingers. He put away his smile and looked at Caesar seriously.

"Caesar Gattuso." Caesar said, and then took action without hesitation! He shot out like a crossbow, starting so fast that it was difficult to react. He stepped, sprinted, and his determination completely exploded. A suffocating sense of oppression poured over Isshin Miyamoto, and everyone in the gym couldn't bear it. Lean back to avoid the invisible oppression, which is a symbol of the powerful blood flowing in the blood vessels that brings everything to the extreme!

First, first!

With Caesar hiding his sword in his arms, the enemy could not clearly see his offensive. Whenever he took the first step, he would be the first to take the lead!