Chapter 85: Wind-controlling Swordsmanship! Elder Su Ma's inheritance
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The ruthless and heavy sound of the door closing echoed in the air, and one of Yongen's hands was still stretched out in the air.

"Brother, why did they reject us?" Little Yasuo behind him scratched his head, his childish voice full of confusion.

In order to learn from the masters, they set out from home before dawn, thinking that their early arrival and waiting would allow the masters to see their sincerity.

But unexpectedly, the other party didn't even let them in, but directly rejected them coldly.

Yongen withdrew his hand. He wanted to try knocking on the door again, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't muster up enough courage.

He shook his head and sighed:
"Brother, there aren't so many whys in this world."

“They refused, perhaps because they felt we were not qualified.”

"How about we climb over the wall over there and learn secretly? I just observed that place and it's easy."

"Ouch—"

Before little Yasuo could finish his words, Yongen raised his hand and tapped him on the head.

"I've taught you so many times not to be so rude and impolite when speaking or doing things."

Little Yasuo covered his head with his hands, wanting to cry but unable to. "But last night we were still dreaming about our happy life as sword masters and famous people in the future. Are we going to give up so easily?"

Hearing this, Yongen trembled slightly.

He looked up at the plaque of the swordplay dojo, and listened to the sounds of the disciples training inside, feeling very upset.

Yeah, become a sword master.
Protect your family
Isn't this his dream?

"Then wait here until they are willing to open the door!"

Yongen is unwilling to accept it, and neither is Yasuo.

So they stood quietly outside the temple, from morning to afternoon, from sunrise to sunset.

Towards evening, it started to rain.

Yongen and Yasuo were still standing outside the kendo arena. The rain had soaked their clothes, and their thin figures looked shaky.

"Brother, I'm hungry." Little Yasuo pulled Yongen's sleeve and pointed at his stomach pitifully.

Seeing his brother's thin face, Yongen felt a little bit sorry.

Looking back at the tightly closed door, he gave a wry smile.

After all, it still can't impress them?
"Let's go, Yasuo."

"Let's go back."

Just as Yongen was pulling little Yasuo and preparing to leave.

Just listen to a "crunch".

The door opened.

Yongen and Yasuo turned around and looked at the gray-robed old man who walked out of the door in surprise. He showed a compassionate expression.

"Come in, child."

"You have suffered."

"I was turned away."

"Is the kendo field so ruthless? Even if they don't accept it, they should invite them in and explain the reason. What's the point of ignoring them?"

"The two brothers are pretty good. Although they have different personalities, they also have something in common. They are both very strong-willed."

"I think the elder of the kendo field is deliberately testing them."

"It's hard to agree with this. They are both children. Just let them stand there for a day."

"Stop arguing, as long as the ending is good."

"Yasuo and I waited outside the door for a long time, and the rain soaked our thin shirts."

"We were exhausted physically and mentally, hungry and cold, and it was almost impossible to hold on."

"But fortunately."

"When we were about to leave, a kind elder opened the door and took us in. "

"Perhaps they were moved by our sincerity. After we entered the kendo field, the other elders did not reject our arrival. Instead, they took good care of us two brothers."

““They seemed to see our potential and were willing to give us a chance.” ““So, we finally became one of their disciples.”

"During our training at the kendo gym, Yasuo and I studied side by side and learned from each other."

"My little brother always gives us unexpected surprises."

"We haven't been training for long, but he has already shown an extraordinary talent in swordsmanship."

“When he first learned swordsmanship, I saw him pick up the sword for the first time and he was able to make the weapon come alive.”

"As time went by, I often heard whispers among the elders."

“They compared Yasuo to the older generation of sword masters, praising him as a sword genius that has not been seen in hundreds of years.”

"His outstanding performance amazed everyone, and this--"

""This also made him the only one among several generations of apprentices who received the attention of Elder Su Ma.""

""Elder Suma is the last great master of the Wind Control Sword Technique.""

“The old man saw great potential in Yasuo and wanted to take him in as his apprentice.”

"But the development of things is always unpredictable."

"Faced with Elder Suma's personal instruction, Yasuo actually chose to refuse."

"No surprise, he's still as conceited and arrogant as ever."

"As a brother, I certainly know what it means for Elder Suma to personally accept you as a disciple."

“So I begged him to put aside his arrogance and gave him a maple seed.”

“The seed symbolizes humility and expresses my support and encouragement for him.”

"Yasuo was very obedient to my careful advice."

""that's all.""

"The next morning."

"He officially became Elder Suma's apprentice and also served as Elder Suma's personal bodyguard."

"At that moment, I was really proud of him."

"But at the same time, I have doubts about Elder Suma's wisdom and judgment."

""because--""

“Yasuo is brash and impatient. I worry that his impulsive nature will prevent him from achieving great things.”

"But then I thought about it."

"Elder Suma is highly respected and never makes arbitrary judgments."

"So I put my mind at ease, put aside all distractions, and continued to practice my dual sword techniques."

"Everyone, come and see! Yasuo and Yongen are sparring with each other again!"

"Really? Really? Where is it?"

"It's right at the training ground, let's go there quickly!"

When the disciples of the Kendo Academy heard the news, they dropped their work and rushed to the training ground.

The midday sun shone on the training ground, giving the ground a golden glow.

Yasuo drew his sword, his figure light as autumn leaves swaying in the wind. His steps were like a phantom in the wind, approaching Yongen step by step.

When his last step was on the tiles on the ground to the right of Yongen, his figure suddenly disappeared and turned into a gust of wind and went around behind Yongen.

"Hazard!"

A sharp sword energy created a tornado and headed straight for Yongen's back.

Yongen held a sword in each hand, with the tips of the swords flashing with cold light and slanting on the ground on both sides of his body.

Sensing the danger behind him, he glanced sideways, then turned around and leaped back.

In mid-air, he crossed his swords, forming an impeccable defensive network, easily blocking Yasuo's surprise attack.

(End of this chapter)