Yukimura, danger!

At four o'clock in the morning, Sanada Genichiro had already got up, holding a bamboo knife and began to practice slashing in the courtyard.

For him, the power of the god of death is an accidental gain, and it is no regret to lose it now. Only the way of swordsmanship is the foundation of his standing in this strange environment.

However, today was different. No matter how long he practiced in the courtyard, people watched him for as long as possible.

Two hours later, Sanada finally couldn't bear it and walked towards the man sitting in the corridor watching him, "Senior, why have you been watching my practice? Did I disturb you?"

The black-haired man in front of him was pale, of medium build, slightly thin, and looked listless. However, Sanada knew that the man must be an official member of the Shinsengumi, that is to say, even if the man was too good-looking , must be a swordsman with blood on his hands.

The man yawned listlessly, and said lazily: "Boy, your kendo is quite similar to that, but in fact, you can't watch it at all! One-sword style is not practiced like you."

Sanada was not surprised that the other party could see the martial arts school he had learned. In fact, any ancient kendo inheritance in the present world evolved after the end of the Bakumatsu period. However, since he was 4 years old, what he learned Yidao Liu was belittled to the ground so easily by the sitting man in front of him, which he couldn't accept humbly anyway.

"Since seniors have different opinions, can you enlighten me?" Sanada stood in front of him with cold eyes, pointing the wooden knife in his hand at him.

This is what it means to learn from each other.

The black-haired man raised his legs from the clogs and wrapped them in the slovenly team uniform. He looked at him blankly and said, "You are very similar to Beichen Yidao style. Among the swordsmen I know, there seems to be no swordsman who can teach it." It’s your style. But judging from your foundation, it’s probably... seven or eight years of learning! Although I don’t know who taught you, you must have never killed anyone, right?”

Sanada frowned and observed the other party. His guess was basically right. He always felt that the man's tone of voice was not as simple as his appearance.

After being stared at for a long time by Sanada, the black-haired man finally

Standing up, "Yeah, I really can't do anything about young people! Since we are in the same genre, let me teach you a little bit!"

The two came to the middle of the courtyard, and Sanada, who was a junior, gave his name politely.

The black-haired man pressed his thumb on his saber, and looked at Sanada without any posture, "The real sword-drawing technique is one-hit kill, so, are you ready to be killed by me, Sanada?" juvenile?"

"Please advise." If it was Sanada in the past, he might have some concerns, but after becoming a god of death, he immediately went to the world of corpses and souls to fight countless gods of death, and even the captain of the thirteen divisions of Goutei. He is confident I already have the level to fight against the kendo masters of this era.

"remarkably brave."

When this seemingly ordinary man stretched his whole body and relaxed his muscles, the aura around him climbed to the extreme of martial arts in an instant, and his lifeless eyes were like the aura of a falcon hunting, coldly blocking all imaginable counterattacks by Sanada.

Sanada was affected by the opponent's powerful mental power, and he was immobilized like a prey. Just when he sensed the danger, a knife light hit his neck like lightning and flint.

"Ah!!" The combat experience he had trained twice at the Urahara store finally came in handy at this time. Sanada was overwhelmed by the opponent's mental power for a moment, but his body consciousness instinctively retreated. He leaned back, and his footwork followed the "Shunpo" instructed by Urahara Kisuke, avoiding this sharp slashing blade.

Everything happened in less than a second. Cold sweat broke out from Sanada's team uniform, and he realized: Just now, this man was really relentless and wanted to kill himself.

The knife drawing technique is fatal with one blow, the enemy is not dead, and the black-haired man did not follow up to make up for the second strike, but calmly put the knife back into its sheath, and stood there looking at him.

There was also a trace of surprise on Sanada's face in the face of crisis and his ability to respond at a critical moment.

"Your name is Genichiro Sanada, right? Well... How about being my disciple?" After a moment of confrontation, the black-haired man asked with his little finger out of his ear, feeling a little uncomfortable.

face first meeting

Sanada almost didn't know how to react when he almost killed the olive branch of his mysterious master.

"Ah, is Saito-san actually bullying newcomers? It's so rare!"

A light baritone voice came from the other side, and the two men with the same solemn expressions looked over at the same time, and saw Souji Okita in a white bathrobe sitting on the threshold of the courtyard door with his chin resting, and beside him was a young man in a restored youthful attire. The charm of Xiuzao.

The expression of the black-haired man immediately returned to a weak look, he scratched his head and said, "So it's you, Director, he is also the child you picked up!"

Okita looked at him with a smile, and his eyes were full of complacency, "How is it? I'm lucky, right? Going out casually, I picked up such a talented child!"

Seeing the other party's proud appearance, the black-haired man showed a distressed expression, "However, if you want to point out this child, with all due respect, he may not be suitable for natural flow of mind!"

Okita Souji's smile deepened, "Ah, is Saito-san trying to steal someone from me?"

"I didn't say that." The black-haired man looked at Sanada with a look of sympathy in his eyes, "If you rob someone, you will definitely be found by the deputy head of the devil. What's more, these three The boy's background, probably hasn't been investigated yet, right?"

Director Okita walked up to him teasingly, "Saada boy's kendo and your 'Iai Zhan' are inherited in the same line, right? So, if you suspect that the other party is a spy, will Captain Saito kindly point out the other party?"

Sanada, who had been silent while listening to the conversation between the two, suddenly came to his senses and looked at the unkempt "Saito-san" in shock, "Could it be that...you are the famous 'Iai Slash' master, Xinxuan Mr. Kazu Saito, the captain of the team's third team?!"

After being picked up by the genius swordsman Okita Souji, the most pleasant surprise for Sanada is undoubtedly seeing this master of "sword drawing".Saitoichi's "Tooth Protruding Zero Style" has always been the highest level of martial arts he has dreamed of.

"If it's Mr. Saito, I hope I can become your disciple!" Sanada saluted respectfully.

His reaction seemed to calm down the two who were chatting, "Is it famous...? Are you talking about me?" Saito pointed to himself with an unexpected expression to confirm.

Okita Souji then repeated, "He's talking about the captain of the Shinsengumi's [-]rd squad, so it should be Mr. Saito."

"So I'm such a famous swordsman?" Saitoichi's expression became a little complicated.

"It seems that this kid is an admirer of Saito-san. If that's the case, then I won't compete with Saito-san as an apprentice. But if you say that, Yukimura seems to have said that he admires me!"

Souji Okita's eyes suddenly turned to the quiet little tail, "Xiu-chan, where is Yukimura boy now?"

Meishang Xiuzao stared speechlessly at Okita who obviously wanted to take in students on a whim, and replied: "He just went to the kitchen."

"Very good!" Souji Okita clenched his left fist and smashed the palm of his right hand, and announced to the others, "Then, if Mr. Saito accepts Sanada as his disciple, I will also teach my unique skills to the yukimura boy. Go first. Let's go!"

Hidezao Meishang followed behind Souji Okita, looked back at Sanada, who seemed to have renewed fighting spirit, and pondered in his heart: Although Yukimura has the fighting power of a saint, but when it comes to systematic swordsmanship, he is still just an amateur.

It is said that Mr. Okita learned swordsmanship at the age of nine, and at a young age he became the captain of the first team of the Shinsengumi, and was also in charge of the team's swordsmanship guidance. If it hadn't been for the premature death of tuberculosis at the age of 26, his fencing achievements may not be lower than Saitoichi.

It is probably the most suitable arrangement for such a talented swordsman to personally teach Yukimura swordsmanship.

The author has something to say: The new copy of "Shinsengumi Strange Records" is also one of the white moonlights that I can't get tired of reading.