That summer, it was full of greenery.

The young Ji Guoyuan stood under the pine tree and watched his brother wave his sword with concentration.

"Brother's dream..."

"Are you the strongest samurai in this country?"

As if he had a heart-to-heart relationship, Yan Sheng happened to turn around and saw Yuan Yi's smile from the bottom of his heart:

"Then I will..."

"It's good to be the second-strongest samurai in this country!"

Bang!

Yan Sheng looked at Yuan Yi who was fluent in language, and the wooden knife in his hand fell off to the ground inadvertently.

Yuanyi showed his emotions to others for the first time with his expression like this, and he smiled slightly.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, his brother had no mood of happiness for him at all.

On the contrary, some disgust for my younger brother was born.

It's the kind of disgust that is ridiculed.

Yan Sheng stared at Yuan Yi blankly until Yuan Yi ran to his mother and slowly left with her left half of her body.

The disgust that had just grown in his heart was extinguished by his pity for Yuan Yi.

——Poor brother, do you cherish the time spent with your mother so much?

Even stick together every time...

Yan Sheng lowered his eyes, picked up the wooden knife on the ground, and continued to practice.

...

After that, Yuan Yi often observed and swayed around while Iwasaki was practicing, wanting his brother to teach him.

Until one day.

The father's subordinate who was responsible for teaching Iwakatsu, said something jokingly, "Yuan Yi, who was expressionless in front of him":

"Haha, come here, Yuan Yi."

"If you want to become a samurai so much, come and try it."

He handed a bamboo knife to the young Yuanyi and verbally taught him how to hold the sword:

"You have to hold the right hand close to the knife..."

Yuan Yi nodded slightly happy, and he held the hilt of the knife as the teacher said expressionlessly.

Yan Sheng stood aside, and as he looked at Yuan Yi holding the knife, he suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

This father's subordinate can easily crush himself within a few moves every time.

And Yuan Yi, who has never learned swordsmanship...

Iwasaki frowned.

As he said that, his smiling subordinate set out to put on his posture: "I'm here!"

"Yeah." Yuan nodded, then.

The next moment.

Whoosh-!!

The young Yuan moved his foot, and his figure instantly turned into a afterimage in his subordinates' vision!

Swish!

So fast!

His subordinates slowly opened their eyes wide and his pupils shrank.

But the young Yuanyi approached him quickly like a ghost!

"Oh no!" His lower pupils tightened. He realized something was wrong, and his body subconsciously reacted and wanted to retreat.

Yuan Yi's face was backlit, and he could not see his original red pupils clearly, and he could only vaguely see the conspicuous whites of his eyes.

The muscles of his subordinates' bodies were clearly in his eyes at this moment!

"Left waist!"

Yuan couldn't turn his eyes at all, and the bamboo knife in his hand was pulled out at a rapid speed!

Bang!

A force penetrated through the bamboo sword that stretched out to resist! But the fragile bamboo sword only persisted for half a breath and collapsed!

"Left shoulder!"

Bang!

"Neck!"

Bang!

Yuan Yi quickly observed the muscles that his subordinates were trying to move, and instantly predicted and interrupted his movements!

The bamboo knife in his hand poured on his subordinates like a storm!

at last!

"Right foot!"

Bang!

The huge force was poured into his ankles with the drawn bamboo knife!

The unconscious subordinate who had been hit was unstable in the center of gravity! He was actually beaten away by the young Yuanyi!

His subordinates swirled and rose into the air! Finally, they fell to the ground in a mess and fell into a coma.

Almost instantly!

This genius who had never held a knife cut out four accurate swords!

Yan Sheng stood aside in a daze, looking at Yuan Yi who had thrown the bamboo knife in shock.

His efforts over the years.

In front of fate.

It's like a child toddler.

This competition had an almost devastating blow to Iwasaki.

...

Later, Iwasaki, who was unwilling to give up, kept asking Yuanyi, and he thought Yuanyi must have mastered what method he had mastered.

But Yuanyi's answer once again caused a dimensional reduction blow to Iwasaki.

"Observe the breathing of the lungs, the flow of blood, the contraction of muscles, and the movement of bones, and then judge the actions the enemy wants to make."

"Just interrupt his movements before he makes the move."

The young Yuanyi seemed a little lacking in interest, and he said with his head down.

——What is he talking about?

——What blood? Muscles? Bones?

Iwasaki stared at his younger brother in horror, his mind full of confusion and jealousy.

He has always regarded himself as a high-ranking person and was self-righteous and pity his younger brother. He is actually the real clown!

The huge gap instantly threw Yan Sheng into the abyss.

At this moment, unparalleled jealousy ravaged Iwakari's internal organs like tyranny.

...

Until soon.

One night.

My mother's condition worsened, and she finally passed away slowly with her young Yuanyi.

The first line that tied the world to the first world was broken at this moment.

Yuanyi bid farewell to his mother whose heart had stopped beating. He wrapped the flute given to him by his brother and went to Iwasaki's room.

"I will treat him as a treasure as my brother and never give up."

After a brief farewell.

Yuanyi told Yan Sheng that he would go to the temple in advance.

In order to let Iwasaki succeed to the head of the family, Yuan Yi chose to leave the country.
To be continued...