Moto Sekai Ichi’i no Sub-chara Ikusei Nikki

"That's right ... how about urashima and mamushi?"

I look over the dojo and nominate them.

Juro The old man Urasima of the Ryukyu family had a steep expression, and the mamushi of the Ryukyu family was one step ahead with "Yay" and Norinori. Okay, apparently they don't seem to refuse.

"Okay, then we're both at the same time. If you use a wooden sword just in case, it won't matter."

Tell them while handing a wooden sword to them. Immediately afterwards, the air in the dojo felt nervous.

"... Wait. Did you say I and Mammushi at the same time? Are you OK with Miroku?" "Cicci, it's a really nonsense question, Mr. Urashima. I didn't see the two battles just before. "What? Mamushi-sama, from when I began to speak left to me" "This is rude. But the fact is true. If Me and the teacher do not cooperate, one minute "Do you not have me?"

They are like a dog monkey. A few seconds However, the viper seems to be well aware of the reality, but Urashima seems to have no idea. I guess this is Seki no Yama.

"Akaneko, Masamune, Thistle. Be ready. Next time I'm not a minute." "What do you mean ... Isn't it a three-to-one?" Oh, me too?

After two to one, three to one. No more for a demonstration.

I hope this makes you feel like going out of the island for a bit. Well, what happens?

"Thanks to each other"

Urashima and Mamushi confront Miroku and command it.

After the bow, they kept a little distance and sat down. Miroku, on the other hand, is meditating with his back straight and upright.

"--start"

Now it's time to start the game.

* * *

An unusual sight spread in the dojo.

Confronting the twentieth-generation Iemoto Miroku, also known as the jinjin god, is the Iemoto of the Juro-style and Tennan-ryu.

Iemoto is the pinnacle of the historical school and is one of the seven samurai representing Tohachi no Kuni.

An unprecedented ancestor, the two of them challenge themselves.

No matter where I looked in the past up to this day, I have never traveled with two people. In the long history of the island, there have been numerous invasions of people and monsters, but it all suffices to have one of them.

"start"

With the second command, training begins.

―――― The next moment.

One fell down. One of them lost a wooden sword from his hands-

After a beat, a wooden sword falls on the tatami mat.

“…………”

A drop of cold sweat came down on Urasima's stiff cheek with a wooden sword.

"Until then"

...... 4 seconds.

That was the time to settle.

"Sa, San, Kusu ..."

A viper is standing up and holding bows to bow.

Following that, Urashima, whose eyes were out of focus, rolled his back and left the dojo.

"... I see, now," "In front, absolutely," "I'm the one ..."

The samurai who watched the game tell their impressions.

For the first time, they knew the "difference" between them and them.

Ikemoto, who had no teeth even when they were bundled, beat Miroku, who had no hands or feet even with two people, without any danger.

The composition is really easy to understand. The dimension of strength is different.

And I think like this. Everyone thinks like this.

If they traveled to the continent and trained, would they be able to do that too?

"Next is red cat, Masamune and thistle. Good luck."

Moreover. The second beats.

Akaneko, a super-high-class swordsman who has decided on the next Imamoto in Kabuhara style, Masamune, a genius who became independent after only 16 years old, and Azami Azami, the best efforter on the island.

They try to make these three opponents at the same time.

In effect, these three were better samurai than Urashima and Mamushi. Urasima, who has died since he did not win, and Mamushi, who pursues only unexpectedness. In comparison, the three are young, honest, brilliant, and greedy for training. It has already been completed as a samurai and is still trying to show even greater growth.

These three samurai attack Miroku at the same time.

You can't beat it by thinking normally. Until now, the samurai would have thought so. The opposite, but now ... Even three people can't win. I came to think like this.

so. The second aim was quietly successful.

In this short time, the samurai had a broader view of nature and nature. Above was to be considered as above.

"--start"

The command resounds mercilessly.

"Ho"

Miroku's eyebrows moved. I felt the energy of the three.

"Don't shame in front of the Lord"

And for the first time-Miroku.

… It was early.

The breakdown is Masamune and thistle. The two are separated in such a way as to pierce the awkwardness between them, and a two-to-one and one-to-one composition is created as early as possible.

In the next blow, kill thistle, bounce off the red cat, treat it with Masamune, defeat the red cat, push the Masamune, and defeat it.

The three could not take advantage of this advantage, and they fell down on tatami mats.

"Until then"

Twenty seconds. The second rate this as "the one who has it".

He knew. Miroku knows the secrets of Kabubaryu and Kichisho. This is because Miroku should have absorbed their ancestors. Therefore, the hands of the two, except Masamune, were clear.

There is one way they can win. Develop a strategy centered on Masamune, whose secrets are not revealed, and make the best use of the number of people. Watching Miroku's reaction to Bensai-ryu while carefully and safely finding out that Kabubaryu and Kichijo-ryu do not pass through from the beginning, putting out Masamune in a scene where they use anything as a decoy, And stab. Without this, there was no victory.

"Sweet!"

The game is over, Second says.

It is not for the three red cats. Against Miroku.

"I've just rocked. Forgive me."

Miroku seemed to know the contents, and bowed quietly.

"Set, second. What are you talking about?"

What was sweet? Masamune, wondering, wakes up and opens her mouth.

A little, "No, I wonder if this guy was serious? I was exploring the rough of the Benzai style while piercing the weak points of the Kabubaryu and Kichijo styles. I can't do that."

The red cat says with anger.

The second continued, saying, "Wait wait."

"The idiot is the opposite. It's like saying," I'm still not sure of the secrets of the dialect style. "Then you have a chance to win. , Just give your seriousness. Don't give your opponent a chance.

"I am just as the Lord said. I tried to do my best halfway. I'm sorry to them. I'm sorry."

Three people who can bow their heads to Miroku. But they did not yet understand what Second and Miroku were saying.

The same goes for the samurai in the dojo. Everyone has eyes on them.

"That means ... there is a hole in Miroku's sword line that even the person himself recognizes ...?"

Someone muttered somewhere.

And everybody thinks in his mind.

On this occasion, did only the second see through it?

Nobody thought it was a lie. In fact, if the Second were fighting instead of the three, they would have spotted it instantly, treating Miroku like a rag, also spilling "sweet".

He defeats Miroku, who defeated three samurai representing Tohachi no Kuni in just 20 seconds. The samurai in the dojo were suddenly vertigod, no matter how ridiculous it was.

However, no matter how much confusion, you end up here.

I want to be that way too. Is the world so wide?

Everyone remembers even being moved. I am struck by the strength at a height.

The second argument, "Every netoge begins with a longing" was about to be proved.

After all, samurai is samurai. A gathering of those who fall in love with sword-drawing techniques from the bottom of their hearts and bet on their lives with their aim to get higher. That is Tohachi no Kuni, a human nature called samurai.

That's why it's worth inviting. Come to the continent quickly. He solicits with a smile.

Hiko: "I'm done with the demonstration. I want to cross the continent, come to me later, because I'm in an abandoned house."

Second left it alone, and when he repatriated Miroku, he left the dojo.

The starry night sky greets him after a job.

The rain had been rising.

* * *

"Is this the house of Meriken ..."

Return to the abandoned house of Hiko style and look around again. When I think Okan once lived here, I am deeply moved.

The uncomfortable feeling that I didn't remember when I first saw it was plain Japanese, but now it's terrible.

Should we call it Japanese-style architecture that foreigners think of Japanese culture? Somehow it looks like a ninja mansion.

"There are some tricks."

Laughing haha, I entered from the entrance.

“…………”

No, no way. But just in case ...

“……………”

The more you think about it, the more consistent it becomes.

The red cat said: "It is a vacant house that no one is using or willing to approach."

I understand why. Mr. Okan who settled on this island and started the Hiko school. It must have been a great genius. Smooth sailing, everyone must have expected his future. One day, suddenly, someone died. And [absorbed].

I know what happens to the absorbed object. It is. Being sucked inside, it looks like a mummy. This is a good reason for the samurai on the island to see the unusual appearance at night or at the funeral, and feel that it is a "curse".

As a result, no one approached the Hiko style residence.

“…………………”

Maybe

I searched all over the abandoned house.

Turn the tatami upside down, look into the attic, hit the wall and go around ...

"Ah"

And found.

At first glance, just a wall.

However, it was a sliding door, and once lifted and slid to the side, the stairs to the basement appeared.

"Surely a ninja mansion ..."

Solid among solids. Go down the stairs with a little surprise.

At the end, there was a small room that could not be entered without yielding.

I open the door of the small room while pounding.

"Wow"

What appeared was a shiny silver tea room.

Is it a “silver tea room”?

Even though it should have been hundreds of years, its shine is a wonderful word. The light of Kantera in my hand is reflected and dazzling.

"Hmm……?"

As I looked over the inside of the tea room, a hanging scroll came into my eyes.

Man Ukiyo-e style portrait painting. Despite being drawn there, I always felt familiar.

Silver hair stretched to shoulders, strong nose, sharp eyes, long eyelashes. this is……

"... I am?"

Not the second. seven.

My silver scroll in a silver tea room. In other words, this is my tea room prepared for me.

...... That bastard will do it. Do you want to do this? usually.

"I was a fan of you." I'm a big fan! ! (← happy)

"... I'll get this ..."

I draw very well. The silver tea room could even seem to be a supporting role to complement this picture. An expression that embodies the admiration of his present day. I remember just looking at it. That hot and intense reddish era ...

I removed the scroll from the wall, carefully rolled it, and finished inventory.

"eh"

Behind the scroll.

This is also a sticky device, but it was a little concave and had one lever attached.

Oaky Dorky. If you come this far, you have to pull.

I lowered the lever at once.

There's a sound of something opening.

The mechanism seems to be alive even after several hundred years.

"This is it."

I look at the person who made the sound.

There was a furnace there.

I see, under this. I remove the furnace. Then, as expected, there was a space below it.

I slip into the gap that can be barely passed by one person and go down slowly.

After going down for a while, it came out into a fairly wide cavity.

A lantern and a torii. A double door with stairs and a small shrine.

Shrine Apparently it looks like this.

“…………”

Behind the door, on a rock pedestal.

There was a swing sword there.

Take it in a frightening hand.

The durability of the equipment was reduced to the limit. It is one step before breaking. To use this requires considerable repairs. However……

"It's amazing. It's a sword I've never seen.

Equipment that I have never seen in my long and long mevion history. Even if it was tattered, it was a beautiful sword that was eye-catching.

Yes, maybe.

Original “……”

"Original weapon" made by Okan.

[Blacksmithing] All of the skills are nine steps, tremendous experience value, material and time can be poured and it can only be made with a few percent probability, longing for an advanced person.

Such a thing, why in such a place.

I ended up in the inventory for the time being, and then looked at the sword information.

The name of the seventh ring sword is "".

And in the description of the item-

"Hope to beloved seven and to fight together again. From 0k4NN "

………….

Finally, my eyes got hot.

I keep the Seven Rings in the inventory carefully and stand on the spot for a while.

I remembered his last words.

It's not about how much you regret, but how much you stretch and die.

He said that for me it was a much more future story.

Idiot. You can't help but think so every day.

"... I'll fight again."

To recover lost days. To reproduce our youth.

Now, surely, the scene of the hot, dazzling, vivid and glorious glory of that time revived in this breast.

Hopefully, again in this world.

Let's jump into the world and fight together again.