I'm having fun in Tokyo

The strong naturally exude an aura of power.

This imposing aura, like a ferocious beast poised to attack, naturally instills fear in people's hearts.

Some say it's malevolent energy, while others say it's just a psychological suggestion, but it definitely exists and gives people an irresistible sense of oppression.

They had this feeling when they faced the test from the dojo master, Ichiro Takeda, in their own dojo.

The elderly man, with his gray hair and wrinkled face, looked like a lion baring its fangs the moment he raised his bamboo knife. Just one look from him was enough to make people tremble and want to turn and run away.

But at this moment, Morikawa Yu's aura was even stronger, more oppressive, and more terrifying than the gym leader's.

If the curator is still considered a ferocious beast, then this young man is like a storm in nature.

They were now standing before the storm, with dark, heavy clouds looming before them, as if they were mountains.

As the wind picked up, the clouds were gradually torn apart, swirling around and transforming into a tornado. With a thunderous roar, it crashed down like a collapsing mountain, as if it wanted to crush everyone in it.

"cut."

With a soft shout, a heavy thud suddenly echoed through the dojo hall.

Many students lay down on the ground, dropped their bamboo knives, and covered their heads with their hands. Some knelt on the ground, their knees trembling and their bodies shaking.

Keiko Takeda was slightly better, but she still collapsed to the ground, barely holding onto her bamboo sword with one hand, while the other hand shielded her face. Her face was pale, and her eyes were tightly closed.

However, they waited for a long time, but the storm they had expected never came.

Morikawa Yu stood still and gently shook her head.

He had only noticed their strange expressions and wanted to use his manifestation technique to shout something, but it had scared them so much that it was quite an exaggeration.

However, he felt that this was how it should be, since this time he had used his sword intent and condensed his sword aura when facing humans, which was a rare occurrence.

In the past, when he fought against others, he never used sword techniques; he simply swung his knife.

I only do this when I'm facing a monster.

They are just ordinary people after all, so it's normal that they can't hold on.

But, given how badly these guys have fared, does that mean they've lost?

What about experience?

Chapter 128 The first sprout

He waited for a long time, but did not hear the system's voice.

Morikawa Yu frowned.

Does this arrogant system think it's bullying a group of ordinary high school students and using its strength to oppress the weak, so it's too lazy to give experience points?

No, it shouldn't be.

The most likely explanation is that his own soft shout, combined with the force of his sword, shattered the fighting spirit of these students in the dojo.

The battle ended before it even began, so of course there was no experience.

Knowing the reason is one thing, but being able to accept it is another.

We need to think of a way to at least train one guy.

He glanced at Keiko Takeda and the students beside her, narrowing his eyes...

On the other side, Keiko Takeda sat on the ground, finally letting out a light breath and opening her eyes.

There were no heavy, mountain-like dark clouds before him, nor any storm rushing towards him; there was only a young man standing in the middle of the dojo, his bamboo sword touching the ground, exuding a gentle and easygoing demeanor.

The opponent had already sheathed their sword, acting as if nothing had happened.

But she understood exactly what she had just been facing.

That was an enemy she was absolutely powerless to resist.

The other party's casual shout was enough to frighten him and the people in his own dojo into giving up the fight.

No wonder Grandpa said he didn't know these things before.

Grandpa was probably afraid that he would be discouraged by the other person and lose confidence in practicing swordsmanship.

However, she still felt despair.

She understood that the gap between herself and the other person was one that could never be bridged by effort and willpower alone.

Even if I spent my entire life trying, I probably wouldn't be able to reach such a height.

Thinking about her earlier thoughts of wanting to defeat him, all she wanted to do was find a place to bury herself.

If she had been holding the famous Soza Samonji sword passed down in her family instead of a bamboo sword, she would have wanted to commit seppuku.

However, she had this idea.

I'm afraid Grandpa wouldn't want to see this happen.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the old figure sitting by the French window, only to find that the other person was sitting upright and holding the sword beside him.

"He demeaned himself, provoked a group of children, and even used sword techniques."

"Is this the so-called world's greatest swordsman? It's rather disappointing."

Takeda Ichiro sighed, seemingly with some regret.

He gripped his beloved knife, intending to get up, but saw Kondo Goro beside him waving at him.

He paused for a moment, then looked toward the center of the dojo and saw Morikawa Yu walking toward Takeda Keiko and the dojo students, shouting as he went.

"stand up!"

"Everyone stand up!"

"If I hadn't stopped, hadn't sheathed my sword, and had instead picked up my knife to kill you all one by one, would you all be sitting on the ground like this, waiting to be killed by me?!"

His voice was deep and powerful, and he seemed very angry.

But that anger didn't seem like mockery of the loser; it was more like a frustrated anger at someone's perceived lack of progress.

"Look at you guys! Before the battle, you're all so confident, like you can defeat anything, are afraid of nothing, and can trample everything under your feet."

"But when you find that your opponent is stronger than you, so strong that you cannot resist, you are like a spineless wild dog, lying on the ground, not even having the courage to bark at me, surrendering to slaughter."

"It's ridiculous."

"Do you really think I want to compete with you? To fight you?"

"Are you worthy?"

"I just want to see how many of you can actually hold a knife, how many of you know what swordsmanship represents, and how far you can go!"

"And that's it?"

He chuckled loudly.

Keiko Takeda's face flushed red and then turned pale as she gripped her bamboo sword tightly. The other dojo students also had flushed faces, their anger evident in their expressions.

However, they still didn't dare to stand up, looking up at Morikawa Yu, angry but not daring to speak out.

"What, are you angry? Will it help? Anger stems from incompetence. What can you do besides get angry?!"

Seemingly not seeing the desired result, Morikawa Yu's tone became increasingly sarcastic.

"Can you stand up and raise the knives in your hands against me?"

"Do you dare to stand up and roar?"

"Do you dare?"

"After all I've said, do you understand now?"

"Do you understand what swordsmanship is now!?"

"The way of the sword is the belief that even when facing a powerful enemy, one must firmly grasp the sword in hand, prove oneself, and defeat the enemy!"

"The way of the sword is to be prepared to die with honor, but never to live with shame!"

"The way of the sword is the heart!"

"It's the determination to face everything!"

"It's something that you good-for-nothings simply don't have!"

"So, do you understand?"

"Stand up! Everyone who understands, stand up!"

With his fierce shout, a figure finally got up, gripping a bamboo knife in his hand, and charged at him recklessly.

"what!"

A scream turned into a hoarse cry, followed by a desperate thrust, aimed at his face.

Morikawa Yu swung her bamboo sword, effortlessly deflecting the opponent's thrust, and kicked the girl away.

She fell to the floor, the bamboo knife falling to the side, but she immediately got up, grabbed the bamboo knife again, and charged at him with her life on the line.

Morikawa Yu also repeated the same action, picking up her knife again and kicking her aside.

But the girl still got up and gripped the bamboo knife once more.

She charged again, only to be kicked to the ground by Morikawa Yu once more, her body rolling more than ten meters away until it reached the door of the dojo hall, where even the bamboo sword showed faint cracks.

This time, she finally fell silent, only soft sobs could be heard intermittently.

"Give up? That's fine, saves you from suffering for nothing."

Morikawa Yu shook her head.

Reality is ultimately not a tragicomedy that can be changed by one or two attempts.

Even if he is determined to nurture her, he still needs her to be able to persevere.

He sighed sadly, but the girl struggled slightly after hearing his sigh.

The morning sunlight slanted in, illuminating the gate and casting a shadow on her body as she slowly rose, leaning on her bamboo knife.

The body and shadow were together, and it swayed as it stood up, like a branch that was blown by the wind but still stood tall.

"what!!!"

Another delicate shout rang out, but this one was even hoarser than the previous one.

The girl stumbled and rushed towards Morikawa Yu, swinging the bamboo sword in her hand as if she were going to unleash all her strength!

"it is good!"

Morikawa Yuya finally smiled and blocked the girl's bamboo sword.

With just a little force, without even using sword techniques, he could crush his opponent.

But he didn't do that, nor did he kick the other person to the ground. He simply parried the other person's bamboo knife and remained standing in place.

Soon, the girl's attack came again, but he easily parried it once more.

But she persisted, once, twice, dozens or hundreds of times, as if she would never get tired.

As Morikawa Yu watched the girl's actions, his smile deepened.

He could see two words slowly appearing above the girl's head.

The two words were somewhat transparent, but with each swing of her knife, they gradually became clearer—"First Sprout".

Finally, the girl stopped moving, as if she could no longer wield the bamboo sword. Her body swayed, and it seemed that she would collapse if someone blew on her.

Morikawa Yu extended his hand to her, his smile like a gentle breeze under a clear sky after a sudden rainstorm.

"That's fine, I see your determination."

The girl was slightly taken aback by his words, and her eyes lit up as she looked at his outstretched hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief and finally reached out her hand to Morikawa Yu. The moment they touched, her body swayed and she fell softly forward.

Chapter 129 finally didn't disappoint me.

Morikawa Yu reached out and supported the girl's body.

He turned to look at his own kendo club, and two or three girls immediately ran over, caught her, and helped her to a nearby area to rest.