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

Chapter 53 First, First, First ([-] in [-])

This cold weapon class was officially replaced by Angers, and no one was dissatisfied at all, but all of them were enthusiastic and eager to try.

Miyamoto, who started the fight, handed out bamboo swords to each student with a smile on his face and without a word. When he handed it to Caesar and Lin Nian, he whispered: " Looking forward to the performance of the two, Gattuso Jun, Lin Nianjun."

Caesar was expressionless and ignored Miyamoto Yixin, while Lin Nian didn't say anything either. The two seemed to be on the same page. Miyamoto Yixin didn't react at all. After that, he returned to Angers' back side with his hands on his back to act as a background board.

"Does anyone here know kendo?" Angers also held a bamboo sword in his hand. Only at this time can he see the thug figure of this old guy hidden under the gentleman and gentleman, a three-foot-nine-inch male Holding the bamboo sword in his hand was like grabbing a feather duster, and just by looking at it gave the illusion of lifting a heavy weight.

Five or six of the dozens of students raised their hands, and Lin Nian was among them. This ratio was considered normal, and it was beyond Angers' expectations to have five or six.

"Feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, and hands." Angers slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand, forming a 'right-eye' gesture of starting hands. Lin Nian's eyes lit up in the crowd, even if Anyone who has not learned kendo can see that Angers' simple starting action is full of charm and strength.

When the straight-eyed posture was completed, Angers glanced at everyone, and each student took a step back subconsciously. For a moment, they thought that the principal would step forward and swipe the sword in the next moment!
"Some people say that the most important thing in the way of swordsmanship lies in the basics. Steps, postures, and moves can only become great talents if you practice diligently for 50 years." Anger slowly put down the bamboo sword: "But for you, 50 years It's too long, and this class is only five or ten minutes long, so I will keep everything simple. Has anyone read the five-wheel book?"

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

Although no one raised their hands before, Miyamoto Yixin quietly raised them after Ang warmed up. This is not surprising. As the head of the Kendo Department and the descendant of the Miyamoto family of the Japanese branch, he is familiar with everything about the strongest swordsman in Japan. It's a compulsory course.

"Yixinjun, do you think the five-round book is heavy or the military mirror is heavy?" Anger asked.

"Five rounds of books are heavy." Miyamoto answered with a single heart.

"Why can't the swordsmanship book be as good as the art of war book?" Ang Ge laughed.

"The art of war is the best, and the swordsmanship is the last." Miyamoto Yixin also smiled.

When everyone was at a loss for the dialogue between Angers and Miyamoto Yixin, Lin Nian understood it. Angers' meaning was very simple. Swordsmanship and technique are the means of winning, and the art of war is the teaching of how to win. fundamental.

"Today, I will only teach you one movement in terms of techniques." Angers stood the bamboo sword in front of him and pointed forward: "'holding the sword in the middle', this is the starting position, and the next move is to raise the sword straight down, or Oblique slash, reverse cassock or Buddha face cut are all just slashing movements, so I won’t go into details today.”

The students in the gym automatically separated their positions, two meters away from each other, and posed a knife-wielding motion like Angers. At this time, Miyamoto Yixin also stepped down and started to correct one by one from the first row. Details of action poses.

Caesar's position was right on Lin Nian's left. He glanced at Lin Nian's 'knife in the middle' at the moment, which was almost like a replica of Angers.

Lin Nian also glanced at Caesar's movements, then glanced at Miyamoto Yixin, who was instructing the wrong one, and walked slowly, and could not help but whispered: "Relax your shoulders, don't put your palms up while holding the knife, and move your right foot five centimeters forward. ."

When Caesar heard the sound, he immediately adjusted his posture. At this moment, Miyamoto Yixin also walked in front of him. After seeing the standard knife-wielding posture in the middle, he couldn't help laughing and shaking his head, and then passed Caesar to Lin Nian's place. In front of him, but he just glanced at Lin Nian's posture and passed by again.

Lin Nian's expression was calm. He would practice this movement with the Su-Vibrator hundreds of thousands of times every time he 'daily'. Even Angers couldn't find any faults. For a veteran, there is absolutely no need to nitpick in the starter posture.

Soon, Miyamoto passed all the students with one heart, and returned to Angers' back. The principal nodded: "Who can tell me what is most important when the two confront each other?"

"The opportunity." Someone answered without hesitation.

"What is the advantage?" asked Angers again.

"Preemptive strike." The man replied again.

"Get out." Angers said lightly.

The person who answered twice came out obediently. Lin Nian recognized the person because the other person had introduced himself to him. He seemed to be called "Sigrid". He sounded like his name was French, and his face with short brown hair was authentic. Caucasian race, light green pupils are very good-looking, tall and muscular, with the feeling of a French gentleman in his bones.

What impresses Lin Nian the most is that this person is a member of the Lionheart Club. There are very few students who can pass the Lionheart Club assessment in their freshman year. They are basically talents of 'A' level blood. Outside it is.

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

"Sigrid Agren." The boy nodded.

"Oh, the descendants of Earl Agren, I remember you. Your grades in the 3E exam were excellent. You are a rare 'A' bloodline. I heard that you joined the Lionheart Club." Ang Ge laughed.

"The count's descendants are insignificant, my country has abolished the monarchy, and the title is just to deceive little girls." Sigrid was obviously a little flattered that he had an impression in the headmaster's mind, and the conversation seemed very humble: " As for joining the Lionheart Club, I was just lucky and barely passed the test."

"Have you studied kendo?" Angers asked.

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

"Then according to the way you are used to starting hands, today we are studying kendo theory, not 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 both showed a fleeting envy in their eyes, and there were people in the classroom who also showed such expressions. The third one is Isshin Miyamoto, the teaching assistant waiting in the corner.

"Sistma-like Cossack cavalry swordsmanship?" Angers asked with a smile when he saw Sigrid's bamboo sword hanging down to his right hand.

"The principal is knowledgeable." Sigrid nodded.

"What is the advantage?" Angers repeated the original question.

"Pre-emption is the first opportunity," replied Sigrid.

"Then you go first." Angers put on a starting gesture.

Sigrid stared at the smiling Angers, his feet unmoving, his body tense as steel.The entire classroom was watching him, thinking about the angle, strength, and speed of the attack that might be launched in the next second.

The scene was deadlocked for about ten seconds. Sigrid took a step forward to break the deadlock. He drew a 'knife' and slashed at Angers' left thigh. At the same time, it also intends to block the attack that the opponent may resist!
Lin Nian suddenly exclaimed in the crowd.

Sigrid's head blossomed, the bamboo sword was right on his forehead, his left hand grabbed the air, and even the bamboo sword on his right hand waved air, Angers was standing beside Sigrid at this moment. The bamboo sword maintained its downward slashing action.

At this time, there was a neat exclamation in the gym, everyone's eyes were focused on Sigrid, so no one could see Angers' movements clearly, he penetrated Sigrid's attack like a ghost, and then A sword smashed into the opponent's forehead.

"First come first." Angers removed the bamboo sword from his student's head: "In 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, first, and the moment when the opponent raises the knife or takes a step, clearly sees the opponent's 'first move' intention, and then takes the lead to attack the opponent. This is the most advanced and most practical tactic among the 'three first'. ."

There was thunderous applause 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 offensive line in his mind, and even countered the opponent. The method of counterattack was thought of, but at the moment when he took that step, Angers read all his intentions clearly, and then won the victory with a better solution. If it was a real sword, Sigrid would now have his head open. .

Sigrid bowed, put away the bamboo sword, and walked back to the queue, while Angers continued to lecture with the bamboo sword in one hand: "So in the kendo battle, there will always be a stalemate for tens of seconds or even minutes, observing, feinting, and feinting. , See through, the battle has already begun before the sword is drawn, and that freezing point is the moment of 'first, first', and it is extremely dependent on observation, foreknowledge, and the summary of combat experience. If you judge wrong, you will be cut off. Heads; if you judge correctly and your opponents fall to the ground, that's what I want to teach you in this class today."

Is the move base heavy or the art of war heavy?

Angers gave the answer in a simple duel, the art of war went up, and then the move won.

"Try to see through and see through, and also try to feign and deceive. Soldiers, bewitching way, this course is to teach you how to survive on the battlefield, not to teach you techniques that have been practiced for a hundred years." Angers glanced with a smile. All students: "Anyone want to try it now?"

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

"There are a lot of people." Ang Ge smiled: "Since there are so many people, it is natural to set a threshold, Yixinjun."

Miyamoto in the corner walked quietly to the front of the stage, Angers turned sideways and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll go out for a while, and the person who can win the first victory of the head of the Kendo department, today's class is even After passing the test, I will come in later and try to teach that genius one or two."

The moment Angers walked out of the gym, a strange thing happened, and the raised arm was instantly counted.

Everyone knows Hilbert Jean Angers, but at the same time they also know Isshin Miyamoto, the head of Kendo.

The first-year students' impression of Miyamoto Isshin was left on the Night's Watch Forum. It was a good student who compiled a series of videos of Kendo club kicking the hall. The protagonist is the curator Isshin Miyamoto himself.

One person and one bamboo sword treat every battle as a life-and-death confrontation. They are extremely ruthless and ruthless. The cassock slash, the horizontal slash, and the lion show, all moves are as vicious as if they want to smash through the wooden planks under their feet. , Just watching the video can give people a sense of decisive impact.

No one wants to be hit with a sword by this kind of person, not even a bamboo sword, because in the hands of this kind of guy, the sharpness of a bamboo sword is no different from that of a real sword, and no one likes to practice against each other. It's time to experience the pain of "dying once" firsthand.

However, when most people retracted their arms, there were still two arms raised in the gym, and it was no surprise that Miyamoto Yixin smiled.

The people who raised their hands were Caesar Gattuso and Lin Nian. With a nod from Miyamoto Yixin, the two walked out of the queue with bamboo swords in hand.

"As soon as I knew that the freshmen had a cold weapons class 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 lies in being a good teacher." Lin Nian walked to the front of the crowd: "I called you senior not 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 has brought their customs to the wrong place." Caesar seemed to be warming up by moving his sword's wrist.

"Has Gattuso-kun learned swordsmanship?" Miyamoto looked at Caesar wholeheartedly.

"A little bit, I want to try and accept the advice from the principal." Caesar told everyone what it means to be proud and without awe. When he said this, he was as relaxed as he was going to have afternoon tea. The words directly crossed Miyamoto's heart and pointed at Angers.

"Good momentum, Lin Niansang, this is the 'Feng Rui' I told you. At first, I thought you were a man as proud as Gattuso." Miyamoto Yixin took a step forward, and all the students behind him retreated. Everyone can see that the current situation in the gym seems to have changed from a teaching bureau to a grievance bureau, and no one wants to intervene in this atmosphere.

The new star of the Gattuso family and the 'S' class student against the head of the Kendo Department, it sounds very interesting.

"I'll come first," said Caesar.

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

"Is Gattuso-kun coming first?" Miyamoto nodded with one heart: "Does Gattuso-kun understand the actual combat idea of ​​'first come first'? This is the foundation of kendo actual combat."

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

Miyamoto didn't say anything, just smiled.

"And another usage is that seniors call juniors, and superiors call subordinates." Caesar took his left hand out of his school uniform jacket, changed his standing position, turned to Miyamoto Isshin, his eyes fixed on the Japanese man coldly Said, "Who are you looking down on?"

Miyamoto Yixin's eyes widened slightly. From his perspective, he couldn't see Caesar's way of holding the bamboo sword and the direction of the bamboo sword. A simple gesture concealed Caesar's attacking ideas in the darkness. , his figure was reflected in those sea-blue eyes, as if countless blades had been aimed at his vitals.

Now Caesar's mighty power is so tough and chilling, what hides in the darkness is not a bamboo sword, but a real knife with a blade that can kill people. The moment he shoots, even steel Can also be cut off!

Principal Angers said it well, 'first come first' is a theory of tactics, not a technique. A successful theory can be applied to all scenarios, regardless of tactics or methods, just to seize the opportunity.

Miyamoto Yixin's contempt for the noble son of the first-year Gattuso family in the deepest part of his eyes slowly disappeared, and a happy smile appeared on his face. He has always been a happy person. He would be excited when he met a strong enemy, and he would be contemptuous 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 he didn't expect today is that he also showed the same when facing Caesar Gattuso. expression.

Because of the lazy and indulgent style of study at Kassel Academy, he does not look down on most people, so he has never understood Caesar Gattuso, but he feels that it is the best way to interpret this moment today. Is this proud emperor a veritable genius or a mediocre person.

"It's the first time we met, it's Miyamoto Yixin." Miyamoto Yixin tapped the hilt with the index fingers of both hands, and lifted the rest of the fingers loosely, putting away his smile and looking straight at Caesar.

"Caesar Gattuso." Caesar said, and without hesitation he went straight to it!He shot out like a crossbow, and the start was so fast that it was difficult for people to react. He stepped, sprinted, and broke out with determination. The suffocating sense of oppression poured on Miyamoto Isshin, 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 bringing everything to the extreme!

First come first!

Caesar, who hides the sword in his arms, the enemy can't see his offensive at all, no matter when he takes the first step, he is the first!
(End of this chapter)