I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Looking at the hundreds of Hirose warriors who wanted to take his life, Ogata recalled the days of practicing swords in Sakakibara Dojo.

It was a carefree and happy time.

Just remembering, Ogata couldn't help showing a little smile on his face.

"Ogata Yishi!"

A boom suddenly exploded.

The owner of the voice was Nanahara, who was firmly guarding Matsudaira Gennai at this time.

"Put down your knife!"

One after another, loud shouts scattered around with Qiyuan's tall and strong body as the center.

"Don't you think that with a certificate from Sakakibara Ichidou-style, you are unparalleled in the world!"

"No matter how good your sword skills are, can you still be so good that you can fight against hundreds of people at the same time?!"

Qiyuan's shouts made Ogata's thoughts gradually withdraw from the memory.

Ogata raised his eyes and let his eyes slide over the faces of the hundreds of warriors in front of him one by one.

Looking at the hundreds of enemies in front of him, Ogata had neither sadness nor joy on his face.

Ogata slowly raised the sword in his right hand.

The tip of the knife pointed directly at Matsudaira Gennai and Qiyuan surrounded by hundreds of warriors in front of them.

Ogata answered Qiyuan with his movements.

Looking at this movement of Ogata, Qiyuan could only feel the blood all over his body rushing to his head, and his face turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ogata Yishi!"

Qiyuan, who blushed from anger, shouted again.

"You are a rebellious person! As a subject of the Hirose domain, as a samurai, you want to assassinate your own lord!"

"I kindly gave you a chance, but you didn't appreciate it!"

"Do you still have the sense of shame to be a warrior?!"

Ogata quietly listened to Qiyuan's outburst.

Then he said in a calm tone:

"I didn't come here as a warrior today."

"Today, I stand in front of you as a man."

After saying that, Ogata slowly raised his left hand that was naturally hanging down.

It is placed on the wakizashi inserted in the left waist.

bass!

Then he pulled Wakizashi out of the sheath in one breath.

Under the light of the sky, the sword on Ogata's right hand and the wakizashi on his left reflected a cold light.

After pulling out Wakizashi, Ogata slowly assumed the posture of "Wuwo Two Swords Style".

Looking at Ogata holding two knives, Genuai Matsudaira was full of curiosity, while Nanahara's pupils shrank slightly, and he took a breath.

Qiyuan saw it accurately—Ogata made some kind of two-sword style swordsmanship.

Although he didn't know which genre of two swordsmanship this was.

"Ogata Yishi!" Qiyuan continued to yell violently, "You still use the two-sword style?!"

"When did you have the illusion that I only know the sword technique of 'Sakakibara Ichidou style'?"

"I must remove the dog's head of Matsudaira Gennai today."

Ogata, who had been expressionless since just now, finally revealed a shadow of murderous intent on his face.

"I'll see who has the guts to stop me!"

As if frightened by the aura that Ogata exuded at this time, many of the hundreds of Hirose warriors standing in front of Ogata involuntarily took half a step or even a few steps back.

"Hmph." Qiyuan snorted coldly, "Stubborn! Could it be that you doubled your strength by using an extra sword?! Warriors of Hirose! Smash this rebellious person into ten thousand pieces! part!"

Following Qiyuan's order, the hundreds of warriors from the Hirose Clan roared, raised their knives, and charged towards Ogata.

And Ogata also clenched the long and short swords in both hands without fear, and slowly greeted the hundreds of enemies in front of him step by step...

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4 months ago -

In the first year of Kanzheng (1789 AD),

May 3rd.

Hirose Domain, Sakakihara Dojo.

"Senior Ogata! Senior Ogata!"

Xu Yi heard someone calling him.

"Senior Ogata! It's a sword competition! Why are you in a daze!"

The volume of the male voice just now suddenly increased, making Xu Yi feel that his eardrums began to ache.

Eyes opened abruptly.

The first thing that came into view was a young man standing in front of him with a shaved Tsukiyo head and holding a wooden sword.

The person who kept calling Xu Yi just now was this young man.

——Where is this...? Shouldn't I be reading in my study at home?

Xu Yi thought secretly in his heart, while turning his eyes to look around him.

The Japanese-style dojo, the rows of wooden swords placed on the side of the dojo, the group of people kneeling on the edge of the dojo and looking at him with doubtful eyes, etc.

And a young man standing in front of him holding a wooden sword.

The man holding a wooden sword and standing in front of Xu Yi frowned again and said in a displeased tone:

"Senior Ogata! What's wrong with you today? Why are you in a daze? If it's a life-and-death duel, you're already dead!"

Obviously the young man spoke Japanese, but Xu Yi could understand what he was saying without any hindrance.

Only then did Xu Yi realize that he was also holding a wooden sword in his hand.

He is also wearing a kimono with dark blue as the main color.

——Ogata? Fighting swords?

——What kind of sword is it?

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Yi suddenly felt a lot of familiar and strange memories popping up in his mind.

His name is Ogata Yishi, 20 years old.

An ordinary samurai of the Hirose domain, who was a treasury officer who could only receive a meager salary of 50 koku per year.

In a kendo hall called "Sakakibara Dojo", practice the Ichidou style of swordsmanship - "Sakakibara Ichidou".

After work every day, or when I have free time, I would come to Sakakibara Dojo to practice swords.

And he is now fighting swords with his younger brother, Makino Bunshiro.

Compete with fellow teachers - this is one of the daily compulsory homework at Sakakibara Dojo.

While Xu Yi was still slowly digesting the memories that suddenly popped into his mind, an old voice suddenly sounded from the side of the dojo:

"Ogata, cheer up."

Xu Yi followed the reputation.

The person who spoke was an old man with gray eyebrows, beard and hair.

This old man is none other than the owner of Sakakibara Dojo and Xu Yi's master - Sakakihara Hanbei.

After Xu Yi's eyes turned to him, Sakakibara then said in a majestic voice:

"It's really not like you that you lost your mind during the sword competition."

"Master, I'm sorry..."

Xu Yi can guarantee that he has never learned Japanese.

But as if he was born with it, he kept jumping out of fluent Japanese.

Xu Yi slowly raised the wooden sword in his right hand, and then gripped the hilt tightly with both hands.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the eyebrows of his junior brother Muye in front of him.

Holding the hilt of the sword, the extremely familiar feeling emerges from the palm continuously.

Seeing that Xu Yi was no longer distracted, Muye also gripped the sword again, stretching all the nerves in his body to the extreme.

After the two stood facing each other for a while——

Makino took the lead in launching the first attack.

Makino turned the direction of the wooden sword in his hand and stabbed straight at Xu Yi.

Obviously it was the first time to hold a sword and compete with others, but Xu Yi felt that he knew how to hold a sword and how to compete with others.

Like a conditioned reflex, his body flexibly dodged Makino's stabbing sword.

Then a horizontal chop swept towards Makino's chest.

When the wooden sword was about to hit Makino's chest, Xu Yi stopped the force in time, only hurting Makino, but not hurting Makino.

"Well……"

Makino let out a dull cry of pain, and then fell to the ground.

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