I teach kendo in the ninja world

"Is it……"

Feeling the wound on his left arm that had begun to heal and the burning pain in his soul, Araki took a deep breath and said, "I have learned a lesson."

The light in his pupils shone brightly, like two small suns. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands at the same time and swung it forward fiercely.

There is no need to summon the holy beasts from all directions, a sword pillar reaching the sky and the earth sweeps out, and the golden divine wind immediately sweeps away, reaching everywhere, penetrating into every hole, and dissolving everything.

[The Mysterious Essence of Wu Ming Shen Feng Liu Huang Long]!

Araki's mastery of Wumingshen's romantic swordsmanship has already reached the point where he can do whatever he wants. Even the ultimate secret can be mastered at his fingertips without any prerequisite steps.

Such a powerful attack also made Unohana Retsu's eyes light up. The Zanpakutō in her hand was covered with more and more blood, and she faced it without any hesitation.

clang! ! !

Gold and blood continued to collide and blend in the air, dividing the entire space into two halves.

Half of them were roaring with strong winds and dazzling light, while the other half were filled with seas of blood and piercing murderous intent.

This is the most direct and essential collision of swordsmanship between the two sides.

Unohana Retsu, whose real name is Unohana Yazenryu, was once an unprecedented villain in the Soul Society. Countless souls died under her sword.Although Ronghui claims to have mastered all the swordsmanship in the world, there is no doubt that her own swordsmanship is more inclined to the way of killing Shura. She can be said to be an out-and-out sword ghost.

But Araki is different.

Nowadays, he has mastered quite a few swordsmanship schools, and whether it is Feitian swordsmanship, wind swordsmanship, or Wumingshen style, etc., they are all extremely excellent schools, and their quality is not inferior to Unohana Retsu. The top one among the eight thousand schools he has mastered.

However, compared with the other party's Shura Kendo, which is very clear and has been immersed in Shura Kendo for thousands of years, Araki seems to have not been able to truly find the will of Kendo that he wants to spend his whole life practicing.

Why did he wield the sword?

free?guard?Kill?

They all seem to have something to do with each other, but none of them are pure enough.

Unohana Retsu can sacrifice his life for a powerful opponent and a satisfying fight, and he is happy to do so.

Can I do it myself?

Araki asked himself, is he willing to pay the price of his life to protect Kirigakure Village or a specific person?

I'm afraid not.

Can you fight the enemy to your heart's content and die without regrets?

Maybe, not sure.

When it comes to the most essential and pure sword fight, his will that is not firm and pure enough becomes the most fatal flaw.

Judging from the scene, the golden divine wind is gradually being eroded by the sea of ​​blood.

Minute by minute, slow, but unstoppable.

This is because Araki was overwhelmed by Unohana Retsu in his belief.

"Even in such a battle, can't you implement your beliefs? How sad."

Sister Hua pushed her Zanpakutō forward slowly, a look of regret flashing in her eyes.

"Then just die!"

The bloody blade was getting closer and closer to Araki's body, and the scarlet blood sea had eroded three-quarters of the space.

"die?"

Araki gritted his teeth and resisted the opponent's oppression. For some reason, he should clearly remember that he would not really die in this consciousness space.

But at this moment, I really felt the threat of death.

It seems that Unohana Retsu's words are not a joke. If he fails this time, he will really die!

will die!

dead!

dead!

This word kept repeating in his mind, magnifying infinitely.

Suddenly, Araki's eyes widened, and he shouted from the depths of his heart that contained his most sincere wish: "I don't want to die, I want to live!"

boom!

The tyrannical will instantly penetrated the whole body, and then spread to the entire space.The golden kamikaze, which had been squeezed into a corner by the sea of ​​blood, seemed to have been injected with a shot in the arm. Not only did it tenaciously hold on to its last territory, it even launched a ferocious counterattack.

There will always be people who say that for those who have died once, death is no longer scary, so they can look down upon everything and have no desires or desires.

actually not.

Death is the most primitive and deepest fear in life.

People who have died once are not afraid of death anymore?

On the contrary, just like some things, once you try it once, you will never want to try it a second time.

After truly experiencing the pain of death, few people want to experience it again.

So they will cherish the chance of living more.

At the very least, Araki is such a layman.

Generally speaking, people who are not afraid of death are not because they are not afraid of death, but because they are more afraid of other things than unknown death.

For example, losing a loved one, or losing your faith, etc.

This is because they have seen how painful it is for people who have lost their loved ones, and how people who have lost their faith are like a walking corpse.They fear that they will be like that in the future, so they choose death.

But no one has ever seen what people look like after death.

Is it painful or not?How painful is it?These are all unknowns.

Is the unknown the biggest fear?

This sentence is sometimes true, but sometimes it is not completely true.

In addition to the fear that the unknown brings, it often also contains a glimmer of hope.

Is death painful?

I don’t know, maybe it’s not that unbearable.

Because no one can ever tell others exactly what death feels like.

Therefore, after Araki learned about the truest desires and demands hidden deep in his heart, he was not too surprised or unacceptable.

It is human nature to seek survival.

"Whoever doesn't let me live, I will let him die!"

With this belief, the two sides launched a new round of confrontation.

The swordsmanship mastered by both of them was very complicated, so the two long swords flew up and down in their hands, dancing like an airtight one.Between the changes in swordsmanship, secret techniques of various schools emerge in endlessly.

Sometimes it is as strong as a pine, as fast as the wind, profound and unpredictable; sometimes it opens and closes widely, powerful and domineering; sometimes it is like a violent storm, continuous and pressing; sometimes it is insidious, cruel, weird and cunning, Use everything.

Unknowingly, the golden realm belonging to Araki has regained the territory that was previously eroded by the sea of ​​blood.

And it continues to move forward.

There is a saying that goes well in sports competitions. When the technical and tactical levels are similar, whoever has a stronger desire to win is more likely to win.

Never underestimate the heart of a champion.

In fact, it's almost the same when it comes to fighting.

People with deeper obsessions are more likely to create miracles.

Unohana Retsu's belief is to fight happily, even if he dies, it doesn't matter.

This may allow her to play more freely and fully display her abilities.

But without the most important obsession with winning and losing, it will be difficult to perform beyond the standard, and many times there will be a feeling of unfinished business.

But Araki is different. In order to implement his belief in living, he can constantly squeeze himself and surpass himself.

In the end, everything calmed down, and Araki's long sword [Yachiryu] penetrated the old wound on Unohana Retsu's collarbone, just like the failure she had suffered back then.

After the battle, Sister Hua regained her gentle and gentle temperament. She narrowed her eyes and smiled and said: "For a villain like me to die in your hands, it is a good ending!"

Araki lowered his head, feeling a little complicated about the teacher who had been with him for the longest time.

"What? Do you have anything else to say to me in the end?"

Sister Hua looked at the way Araki's lips moved and asked softly.

"I'm just practicing to say goodbye."

Before he finished speaking, Maozhihualie turned into pieces of light feathers with a smile on his face.