"Okay, stop talking nonsense, time is precious!"

"What's this guy's name?"

Zaraki grinned:

"I'm Kenpachi Zaraki!!"

Yamamoto frowned:

"Kenpachi?"

"He calls himself that."

Soi-Feng thought for a moment and added:

"Emmm, his dream is Kenpachi."

After listening to Soi Fong's explanation, Yamamoto seemed to remember what Unohana had reported to him.

So he nodded slowly:

"Very good, very energetic!"

"Boy, let's start the lesson with you!"

“Ohhhhhhhh!——”

Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes lit up with fire and he shouted:

“I’m so excited!!”

....................................

Fifteen minutes later.

Kenpachi Zaraki sat on the ground with a dejected look on his face, muttering:

“It’s so cruel.”

"It's so sad."

“It’s so boring.”

Soi-Feng witnessed the entire process from the side and sighed:

"Isn't it..."

Yamamoto's kendo is very simple to say.

He had only one request:

While you are hitting someone, you won't be hit yourself.

But when applied in actual combat, Soi Fong witnessed with her own eyes Yamamoto striking six times in one second, each strike hitting the head, and knocking Kenpachi Zaraki so hard that he was at a loss.

This old man is still using a wooden sword today.

——He had the style of holding a stick and swinging it six times in one second, almost making smoke come out of it.

The key is to implement his swordsmanship:

You hit someone but you don't get hit yourself.

Moreover, to be fair, it cannot be said that Kenpachi Zaraki is too weak.

Although Zaraki's style is wild, it is extremely practical. Every move he makes is based on animal-like instinct, and his sword moves are dangerous and fierce.

But Lao Deng knew what it meant to boil a frog in warm water. His strength, speed and precision were always just a little bit stronger than Gengmu.

From striking one sword in six seconds to striking six swords in one second, Yamamoto was in control and won eleven games in a row.

The fight got even more intense, and Mu Jianbadao's heart was broken. He threw away his wooden sword, sat on the ground, and shouted that he would not fight anymore.

"Well, this little friend from the Zaraki district, Kenpachi, will stop here today."

Yamamoto put away his sword and stood up, his tone light:

"The day after tomorrow will be the same time and place."

"Remember to bring Yachiru along."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes widened in disbelief and looked at Soi Fong beside him:

"What did this old man just say?!"

Soi-Fong tried hard to keep her smile on her face and patted his shoulder in a sympathetic manner.

"The second class will be the day after tomorrow."

Seeing that Kenpachi Zaraki was in despair, Soi Fong couldn't help but finish him off:

"Oh right, kendo class—"

“Three sessions a week.”

Kenshin Zaraki looked ashen, stood up and left silently.

"where are you going?"

"I'm going to go to Yachiryu's table and calm down."

Kenpachi Zaraki sat at a table with the child, while Soi Fong walked into the center of the dojo.

An unsharpened standard katana flew over and was caught by Soi Feng.

Yamamoto's voice came:

"Warm-up is over, it's our turn to go to class."

"Come to think of it, apart from the first move I taught you, I didn't have time to explain it to you properly—"

"It was created by me, the [Elemental Flow]."

Seeing Yamamoto draw his bladeless katana and gather his strength, Soi Fong waved her hands repeatedly:

"Hey, old man, you're warmed up, but I'm not!"

"Speaking of which, I'm curious. Just now, when you were beating the sergeant, you unleashed six swords in one second."

"How many cuts can you make per second?"

Yamamoto stopped the knife, thought seriously, and asked:

"How many knives do you need?"

"what?"

"I mean……"

"How many hits can you take at most?"

Yamamoto held up his sword and said seriously:

"My school emphasizes teaching students in accordance with their aptitude."

"If you need six hundred dollars a second."

"Let's start with six hundred dollars—"

After hearing this, Soi-Feng felt a headache and shouted:

"Stop, stop, stop! Pretend I didn't ask!!"

"Can't we talk about some theoretical knowledge first?"

To Soi-Fong's surprise, Yamamoto sheathed his sword and nodded in agreement.

"makes sense."

“As the saying goes, thinking without learning is dangerous.”

"You've been swinging your sword based on intuition for almost three years now. It's time to catch up and use your brain."

Soi Bee: ???!

Damn it, this old man is teasing me in front of my face!

I will remember this grudge!!

Ignoring the sulking Soi Fong, Yamamoto asked:

"Tell me about it—"

"What's the difference between holding a knife with one hand and holding it with two hands?"

"In combat, what's the difference between one-handed and two-handed?"

"?"

Seeing that Yamamoto's question didn't seem like a joke, Soi Fong couldn't help but start thinking.

"One hand? Two hands?"

She suddenly remembered that the only thing Kenpachi Zaraki gained from the kendo class in the original work was "holding the sword with both hands."

With this move, Zaraki once held the knife in both hands and killed Nnoitra with one blow.

She suddenly realized that Yamamoto also wanted to teach her this trick now.

Chapter 151 One Hand and Two Hands

Instantly, Soi-Fong had the answer in her mind:

What's the difference between holding a knife with one hand and holding it with two hands?

One holds it with one hand, the other holds it with both hands!

What are the advantages and disadvantages of holding a knife with one hand or two hands in combat?

You can do Iai with one hand, but not with both hands!

Soi-Fong was full of confidence and came up with the answer at an extremely fast speed!!

But fortunately, her rationality finally helped her avoid blurting out the answer under the guidance of her suicidal spirit.

"Well, I can't tell."

Soi-Fong raised the sheath in her left hand and gestured:

"I always hold the sword with one hand, and my left hand is usually only used to hold the scabbard during Iai."

"..."

Yamamoto was silent for a while, his beard trembling, and he tried to make amends:

"It's okay, at least you're honest."

"Why don't you think about it again? Think about the pros and cons of both?"

Broken Bee poked her head out and said tentatively:

"So... one-handed is faster and two-handed is more powerful?"

"..."

Yamamoto was silent again.

Seeing this, Soi-Fong felt a little embarrassed and aggrieved:

You asked me to say it, old Biden!

Besides, isn't that how it is in the game?

The one-handed sword has a fast attack speed, average damage, and stable output numbers.

The two-handed sword has a slow attack speed, high damage, and large fluctuations in the numbers!

Yamamoto turned around, made a luck gesture, and then took a deep breath to adjust his state.

Soi Fong vaguely heard Yamamoto muttering something:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, being angry only makes you angry..."

"Although his brain is not good, at least this guy has good intuition..."

"Alas, I killed people in my previous life, and I teach pigs in this life..."

Broken Bee: ...

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