Rebirth of Japan's Sekiro Legacy

Chapter 438
"I'm a little curious about your uncle now." Kotaro put down the bamboo knife.

I thought that Nozomi Arakawa was just practicing for a long time, but now it seems that is not the case.

Only a teacher with superb swordsmanship can teach such an excellent disciple.

"Really?" Arakawa Wang laughed, "It's not worth mentioning, my uncle doesn't practice kendo either, he just likes such weapons as knives and guns."

In fact, in terms of swords, he has already defeated wolves and reached the realm of "empty".

The reason why I came to the dojo was partly to qualify for the competition, and partly to become familiar with the rules of kendo.

If I had to describe it, he is now a car god, with superb driving skills, but he has not passed subjects one and four, so if he drives on the road, he will most likely be invited to drink tea...

Kotaro smiled, he could see that Arakawa Nozomi didn't want to talk more about it.

After all, his uncle had passed away, so it seemed somewhat disrespectful to talk about the dead in front of the living.

So he changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, you are the No.13 student of Hoshino Dojo."

"No.13 batch? That's a long history."

"Well, don't look at this ashram that has only been built for about ten years. In fact, it took me nearly half my life to rebuild it."

"Rebuild?" Arakawa looked interested.

Could it be that this dojo has closed down before?
No, since it was rebuilt, it should have been destroyed.

"Yeah, you're not a native of Fuyuki City, are you?"

"Yeah." Arakawa nodded.

"No wonder."

Kotaro lit a cigarette and talked about the past.

"More than 20 years ago, a large-scale gas leak was suspected, and a fire broke out in Fuyuki City. The fire burned for a long time, and very few people survived in the city. My father died in that fire... The dojo passed down from my family was burnt to ashes, and at that time, I escaped a catastrophe because of my school trip in Okinawa."

Kotaro slowly exhaled smoke rings: "My father's dream is to carry forward the dojo passed down from generation to generation in my family. Now that he is gone, I think I have to shoulder this responsibility, so I gave up my dream of going to Dongdae University and graduated from high school. After that, I practiced kendo while working part-time, and finally built this new dojo.”

"Oh, very inspirational!" Nozomi Arakawa rubbed his hands.

This should be a son inheriting his father's legacy, right?

"But is it really good to just give up the chance to go to Tokyo University?" Arakawa asked.

Kotaro was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"To be honest, it doesn't matter if I don't go to college or not for a person like me who loves what he does. Running a dojo is actually quite fun."

Having said that, he looked at Arakawa with a certain desire in his eyes.

That's right, Nozomi Arakawa is very strong. If he can win the championship, he will definitely bring a lot of fame to the dojo.

How many people should come here admiringly by then?
Money has been earned and fame has also been gained.

Presumably my father will also become a Buddha with a smile on his face, right?

But having said that, Kotaro is not actually a person who does what he does and loves what he does.

It's just that kendo has been familiar to him since he was a child, and there is no conflict...

The most important thing is that he couldn't get into Tokyo University.

As I said before, going to East University is just a dream.

It is precisely because of the gap with reality that dreams are dreams.

"But the whole city is on fire, so there should be a lot of gas leakage, right?"

"I don't know about that. After all, the fire will spread. For example, clothing stores, furniture stores, shopping malls, etc. Once a fire breaks out, the fire will spread quickly." Kotaro sighed, "Have said so much, I want to tell Yours is... Although Fuyuki City is beautiful, it is not suitable for settlement. There are too many gas leaks, too serious. Do you know? Twenty years ago, a young man was killed by a sniper at Fuyuki Bridge. More than ten years ago, there was an explosion near Liudong Temple, and the light, tsk tsk, was simply amazing, if it wasn't because I was reluctant to part with the dojo, I would have taken Fengta and left Fuyuki long ago."

"Sniper? Explosion?"

The former sounds like an assassination, the latter sounds like a terrorist attack.

But Nozomi Arakawa knows that this may have something to do with "mystery".

Anyway, after getting the holy relic, go back and ask Rin about the fourth battle.

The fire 20 years ago that Kotaro talked about always made him feel a little concerned.

... * ...

The next morning.

Nozomi Arakawa finished washing early and was sent by Kotaro to participate in the competition at the Kendo Gym.

When I came to the Kendo Hall, apart from the live broadcast on the TV station, there were not as many people as I thought.

But even so, except for the designated venue, the dojo is almost full of people.

The process of the competition went smoothly, and by noon, Nozomi Arakawa had successfully entered the final.

He already knows how to make a shot that is not a foul.

After studying all day yesterday, he has mastered the rules proficiently.

Not only that, but his outstanding performance has attracted everyone's attention.

While other people's games averaged 1 minute, he was finished in the first few seconds.

This kind of vigorous style of play was called "a man like wind" by the reporter of Fuyuki TV. His shots are so smooth and full of comfort, which makes people extremely happy.

The finals started in the afternoon, and the contestants had to eat to replenish their energy at noon.

Nozomi Arakawa sat in the lounge, eating a bento he bought from a convenience store.

The original lunch was the rice ball brought by Kotaro, but after hearing that it was made by Kotaro himself, Fengta immediately threw it into the trash can quietly.

Usually this kind of behavior can be explained by saying "my son doesn't like the rice balls made by the sloppy old man and finds it awkward", but Fengta's expression tells Arakawa Wang that this is no small matter.

So Nozomi Arakawa didn't eat.

After that, taking advantage of Kotaro's time to go to the bathroom, Fengta explained the whole story to him.

Nozomi Arakawa sighed and threw the rice ball into the trash can.

Your sister, who makes rice balls and adds fermented bean curd to them?

Fengta was also very helpless about this, as his old father liked this kind of thing.

Originally fermented bean curd is a Chinese food, but Kotaro fell in love with it after trying it in a Chinese restaurant.

Not only that, according to Fengta, Kotaro has recently fallen in love with something called snail noodles, and he can't stop eating it.

Although the smell is smoky, but I can't stop it.

Fortunately, due to Fengta's strong request, Kotaro has restrained himself a little recently.

After lunch, there is still more than an hour of rest time.

During this period, Kotaro looked at and greeted Arakawa, and he could not be more frequent in his hospitality.

The way he looked at Nomo Arakawa was as if he saw a peerless beauty.

Feng Tai covered his face, feeling so embarrassed.

Fortunately, this is in the lounge, if someone saw it outside... He couldn't imagine it.

...My father was still a priestly teacher when he first came here, but in less than a morning, his attitude and expression changed 180 degrees.

It is only natural that it will become like this.

Although he didn't have too much expectation for Nomo Arakawa at the beginning, Nomo Arakawa's performance far exceeded his imagination!
This has reached the finals!
Don't talk about the first, it's okay to work hard to get the second and third!

He seemed to have seen countless beautiful girl disciples waving to him.

Although this is just a middle-aged man's delusion, there are still quite a lot of girls learning kendo now!
While everyone was relaxing, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Um?Who will it be at this point in time?

Arakawa stood up curiously.

(End of this chapter)