A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

About a few decades ago, Dad Ronin was still human.

As I doubted my strength, I was suffering from the grid of not being able to meet a man stronger than me. He was the father of such a young day, but the day will come when his nose like a heavenly dog will also be snapped.

Father Ronin learns that there is a certain small country west of Midnia called Kensei. Father at the time heads to the mountain where the kamiizumi are, in order to ascertain the strength of the sword saint, but there he has a shocking experience.

For the first time in my life, I met a man stronger than myself.

The man was nothing but a poor old man from the side.

Both cheeks soiled with dirt in the mistletoe cotton clothes, the sword was better suited for the garment, and in fact, even when Ronin saw the garment, he farmed the garden with one hand.

I didn't think very much of him as an old man nicknamed Kensei, but it did say 'Kamiizumi Stream' in the splendor where he lived.

Ronin looks at the old man surprised, but should not be fooled by his appearance, offers him a battle.

The field job comes to a halt, challenging an old man with a grip on his cheek.

"You are the sword saint Kamiizumi."

"I don't know."

"Poor grandfather, but I heard his strength is the best in this country"

"That's a good story."

The old man puts his head on the bright side.

"What. Is it still what it looks like? There's no way an old man like you is the best in this country."

"Exactly. My strength is not the best in the world."

"... what?"

Ronin frowns at too much grand a language.

"Jizzy, tell me. I'm kind to the old man, so I thought I'd give him a break just to get a sign."

"What. You broke a dojo."

"It's not such a big deal. I'm just looking for a man stronger than me."

"I see, have you come this far just exploring strength"

"That's right. I want to be stronger."

"Then shall I make him my apprentice? I just wanted you to be young for your salary."

"You think I'm the salary? Don't lick me, motherfucker."

"Wasn't he nice to the old man?"

"It depends on people. I don't like jizzies who speak big words."

"I don't think you'd like me to do that either. But I have to tell you that this world is still wide open. That's what I've been trying to do as an anchor to the path of the sword."

Old Kamiizumi says so, he brings a dagger from behind the barn house. No, I'll bring you a poor knife that you can't even call a dagger.

"No way, you're going to do it with me with a fruit knife like that"

"No way."

Ronin irritated by the word. But old Kamiizumi doesn't look like he cared, and sets up a fruit knife.

"If you take the path of the sword to the extreme, it will be such a knife and an unbeatable sword to the Holy Sword. Not to mention if you're not as strong as you are, if you're not as handy as you are."

"... shit jizzy"

Ronin hands the knife on his hips.

"You're not a mumbling wrath. Can I control my sword over something that I can't control my emotions? - Well, I don't care what you say now."

Old Kamiizumi let Ronin pull out his sword when he said so. Ronin, who had already erased his spirit of reverence and other things, was slashed by a kamiizumi when he pulled a knife from his waist.

Regardless, it wasn't an intentional blow, but it was meant to hit me enough to slash my arm off. It was a blow on the assumption that the old man would be as prepared if he were also a swordsman, but there was no way that a sweet blow could have passed to 'Sword Saint'.

Old Kamiizumi stuck a fruit knife at Ronin's neck with a smooth behavior that integrated with the wind as he exchanged Ronin's slaughter in a running water-like motion.

Ronin didn't even blink in too natural a move.

(Then, stupid. What a move. He has sharper eyes than an eagle, and I couldn't even react...)

Too often, Ronin was immediately grounded when he noticed a difference in strength between the old man and himself. When I rub my head on the ground, I spit words out of my body that leaked naturally.

"Please, make me your disciple"

Old Kamiizumi, a man stronger than himself. I was also attracted to its strength, but I was also impressed by its deep humanity everywhere.

This is a good man to teach a sword to. No, it has to be this guy. I felt so destined.

Old Kamiizumi also acknowledged Ronin's talent. This arrogant young man stretches out everywhere. Later in life, old Kamiizumi also said he felt heavenly destiny.

Thus the old man Kamiizumi took the apprentice of the 'second'.