Crimson Blade

Time passed in a blink of an eye, the next morning was sunny, and the square opposite the exhibition hall was full of people. Some people came to admire the demeanor of the kendo masters, while others came to watch the high school kendo finals.

"But why did you come here with me? Why are you suddenly not interested in your Lord Kidd?"

The black peaked cap cast a shadow on his face, and Himura Ren was wearing casual clothes, leisurely looking at the lively scene around him, and then casually asked Sonoko beside him.

"Ah~"

Suzuki Sonoko, who drooped her head listlessly, sighed and said in a tone full of disappointment, wearing a simple and elegant skirt:

"Because Mr. Kidd said that when he watched it closely yesterday, he found that the gem in my house was not the one he was looking for, so he canceled today's magic show."

cancelled?

Pressing the peaked cap with his hand, Himuraba smiled and blinked, more or less guessing why Kaitou Kidd did this.

Finding that the gems don't meet your requirements is one of them. The most important thing is to be afraid of bumping into Yiyong again, right?

Tsk, it seems that last night's bravery brought him a heavy psychological shadow...

"But there are so many people in this final...Ah!"

Looking at the bustling scene in the square, he didn't pay attention to the garden under his feet while sighing with emotion, and suddenly tripped on the other side, and his body fell in one direction involuntarily.

Seeing this, Fei Cunren stretched out his hand to grab his own master, and then turned his gaze to the corner that was heavily shadowed by the tree.

There was a young man who looked like a high school student. This young man was lying lazily sleeping in the shadow of a tree, and the reason Sonoko fell just now was because of this young man's outstretched foot.

"Why is there someone sleeping here?"

Sonoko, who was about to fall down, said obviously a little unhappy, and the young man who was sleeping under the shade seemed to be awakened by it. He touched his wooden knife with his right hand, then stretched his waist and said complainingly:

"Come here early in the morning to participate in the competition, I just haven't slept enough to find a secluded corner to catch up on sleep, is there any problem?"

"And I didn't expect someone to walk without looking at the road!"

"I…"

His face darkened in an instant, and Yuanzi, who really hadn't looked at the road just now, rolled his eyes. After holding back for a long time, he could only utter one word, but he couldn't find any words to refute.

"Who would a normal person come here to sleep in the morning?"

A strong Kansai accent sounded from not far away, and the dark-skinned young man in a jacket poked his ears out and said with a slightly speechless expression:

"Obviously there will be a competition in the future, only you, Okita, are so weird."

"That's because Hattori is too weak, so I came here to sleep because I was bored."

Souji Okita, who was the main player of the final team, yawned, his right hand was always touching the handle of the wooden knife, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"This guy is too embarrassed to speak..."

Sonoko muttered and then turned his gaze to Ran who was following Hattori Heiji, but Himura Ren looked up and down at Souji Okita who was still sitting on the ground, and maintained his appreciation for the fact that he could always hold the handle of the knife.

"Why are you here, Yuanzi?"

The greetings among the girls rang in the ears. Hattori Heiji glanced at Himura Ren who was wearing a peaked cap and couldn't see his face clearly, and pulled Conan who was next to him to cheer for his game and asked in a low voice:

"Who is this guy?"

Although Hattori Heiji thought he had lowered his voice enough, Himura Ren, who was sensitive, still heard the other party's question clearly, and then took the initiative to say:

"I'm Yuanzi's friend, and my name is Zaomen Shinta."

Hattori Heiji scratched his head in embarrassment and said hello, while Okita Souji, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to be attracted by something, suddenly stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks and asked:

"Is that the one in the coal and construction business?"

Um? !Why is there another person who knows the surname Zaomen...

Fei Cunren didn't know how to answer the words, he hesitated for a while and could only nod his head, and mixed in with a vague answer, while thinking in his heart a little dumbfounded:

Inexplicably, it feels a bit good. Uncle Tanjuro, who originally sold charcoal for a living, went to do coal business or something.

"I heard that although the Zaomen family is a businessman, everyone in the family is very good at swordsmanship, and even has their own school. I wonder if this is true?"

Weighing the wooden knife in his hand, Souji Okita said with an eager expression.

"Haha, it's actually just a rumor."

His eyes were a little weak, and he felt that if he agreed to the other party, he would definitely ask for a competition, so Fei Cunren said dryly:

"Besides, what I learned is not from the Zaomen school."

"is it?"

Okita Souji, who was only interested in kendo masters, was a little disappointed, while Himura Ren heaved a sigh of relief, but then he frowned slightly because of the noise in the distance.

"The ancient swordsmanship of Feitian Yujianliu is just a superficial one, maybe it has already fallen behind this era."

A middle-aged man in a dark green striped kimono was talking about his views not far away, but there were still many people watching around him.

"Sure enough, I guessed that there would be such a person."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words of slandering his school, the frowning Himura Ren didn't say anything, but Okita Souji, who seemed extremely lazy just now, snorted coldly and said to himself On the other side, he strode towards the middle-aged man.

"No wonder that guy Okita is carrying a wooden knife, so that's how it is!"

As if he had figured something out, Hattori Heiji murmured, a look of sudden realization appeared on his face, and Conan, who was standing aside and short in stature, asked after a little thought:

"Does that Okita admire Himura Kenshin?"

"Yeah, don't look at that guy who doesn't pay attention to this game, in fact, he is more nervous than anyone else."

With his hands crossed behind his neck, Hattori Heiji curled his lips while striding forward, and continued on the other hand:

"After all, he has always wanted to apprentice under that sect, and this is a rare opportunity to show himself."

"No wonder, that's why he was so angry that someone slandered Himura Kenshin." Conan said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.

"Hey, but didn't that middle-aged uncle say that the genre is backward?" Yuanzi, who was also in the group, asked a little confused.

"Because the Feitian Yujian style is that school!"

A group of people gradually approached the noisy place just now, and Hattori Heiji showed disdain for the middle-aged man on his face, and then explained:

"It's probably because that person's status is relatively high, so some people dare not speak directly to slander, so they can only speak insinuatingly."

"Boy, I warn you not to talk nonsense."

The middle-aged man in the dark green striped kimono had an ugly face, and said in a threatening tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, isn't it you?"

"I knew it was rare for Master Feicun to come out to host the competition this time, and it would always attract some people who didn't know what to do."

Okita Souji is now like a sharp long knife, not at all the lazy look just now.

"Who doesn't know what's good?"

Seeing people around him start pointing at him, the middle-aged man's face became even more ugly. He cleared his throat and shouted confidently:

"Did I say something wrong just now? The Feitian Yujian style is indeed behind. Otherwise, why has no one except Master Feicun been able to inherit this style for so many years."

"It's not that the master didn't recruit many disciples, but in the end none of them could inherit swordsmanship. Isn't that enough to explain the problem?"

That's because if the successor of Feitian Yujian School wants to become a teacher, he must defeat his teacher, but people now live in a peaceful age, so how can they defeat Jianxin who was the swordsman of hundreds of people?

The noisy words in the ear continued, but Himura Ren just listened quietly with his eyelids slightly closed, feeling emotion in his heart but at the same time he didn't want to intervene.

Because Feitian Yujian style is essentially a swordsmanship born for killing, it is really not very suitable for this peaceful era.

"And before Master Feicun, who has heard of the school of Feitian Yujian?"

Seeing that some people in the surrounding crowd began to nod frequently, the middle-aged man first raised his voice quite proudly, and then lowered his voice seemingly unintentionally but muttered on purpose:

"In addition, Master Feicun has never made a move in the past few decades, and several masters who praised his strength have passed away one after another. Who can say clearly about some things?"

Heh, if you give three points of color, you will open a dyeing workshop!

Glancing at the middle-aged man who was talking eloquently, Himura Ren looked around, and found that there were still many young guys in samurai uniforms with expressions of approval on their faces.

Of course, most of those who can agree with the views of middle-aged men are young guys who already represent a genre, while some sixty-year-olds just look on with cold eyes.

Turning his eyes to the middle-aged man who was talking vigorously, Himura Ren said in a voice that was not very loud but enough for everyone present to hear:

"I only dare to talk about it in private, but it's just some idiots."

"You say everyone is a rat?"

The middle-aged man deliberately exaggerated the meaning of the words, but Himura Ren just didn't care, instead tilted his head and sneered and said:

"Oh, isn't it?"

"I think I have to explain. First, you haven't heard of the Feitian Yujian style decades ago. It's not because it doesn't exist, but because your strength is simply not qualified."

"Secondly, I think that Master Feicun didn't make a move, probably because he lived in the war-torn era. Once he made a move, the enemy would definitely be hurt!"

All the eyes around him were focused on him, and he walked slowly in front of the middle-aged man. Himura Blade, who didn't feel any pressure at all, continued provocatively:

"Thirdly, the Feitian Yujian style may not be suitable for this era, but it does not mean that it is backward and has no suitable inheritors, just because it has stricter requirements for inheritors."

"My strength is not enough?"

The middle-aged man seemed a little annoyed, but Okita Souji, who was already upset with this guy, looked at Himura Baba as if he saw a confidant, and then pointed the wooden knife pointing at the middle-aged man's nose and said with great momentum:

"That's right, I can fight ten like you, do you dare to come and have a try?"

Hey, this is a bit exaggerated!

At first, he was a little surprised at Himura's utterance, and then Hattori Heiji made some speechless complaints about Okita Souji's big talk.

That middle-aged man also represents a certain genre, so it's not that easy to defeat, right?

"No, I think that as a contestant in the finals later, you still need to conserve your energy now."

Seeing that the middle-aged man and the people around him who had just been provoked by him seemed to agree, Himura Ren walked slowly to Okita Souji, pressed the acupuncture point on his wrist casually, and smiled after easily grabbing the wooden knife said:

"So why not, I will fight you instead of him."

"Oh yes, by the way."

Rubbing his chin with his hand, deliberately pretending as if he remembered something, Himura Ren pretended to add unintentionally:

"I'm not talented. Although I can't inherit the Feitian Yujian style, I just happened to learn some superficial aspects of this style."