Naruto: Fallen Samurai

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At night, in the backyard of Daming Mansion, Jingujiquan, who was returning from offering incense, quietly waved his knife under the night.

There is a stone weighing ten kilograms on the blade. Although it is not heavy, it is still a burden for a six-year-old child who has wielded the knife thousands of times.The constant dripping of sweat on the ground is the best proof.

"One Thousand and 37, One Thousand and 38, One Thousand and 39"

Jingujiquan gritted his teeth and waved the small sword in his hand.Suddenly, the breeze blew with a hint of ominousness.

唰

Ding

Without hesitation, he slashed the knife behind him, making a clanging sound as the knife rubbed against him, sparks flying.A pair of eyes with a smile and satisfaction were reflected in Jingujiquan's eyes.

"Although the movements are a bit rigid, being able to react to the blow and respond accurately is already much better than those of the same generation. In addition, although tying stones to the blade is helpful for practicing arm strength, it is This will cause the weight of the sword in your hand to change, causing an uncomfortable feeling during battle, so I suggest that you use a sandbag to tie this weight to your arm."

The visitor was none other than Mifune, and this sword attack was just a casual test. However, this sword alone could roughly estimate the strength of Jingujiquan at this time.

"Admiral Mifune." Jingujiquan blinked, took off the stone from the blade and sheathed the sword, "You haven't gone back yet."

"I wasted some time talking about some government affairs with your father." Mifune nodded, and also slowly put the famous sword Kurosawa into the scabbard, and the sonorous friction sound of the blade and the scabbard reached his ears, "Young Master, you My heart is not at peace."

"Oh" Jingujiquan was stunned, a little confused by Mifune's words.

"No matter how rigid and routine the sword technique is, it can still reflect the heart of the person wielding the sword to a certain extent. Ninjas who give up their identity as living beings compared to tools will most likely not be able to read it. But samurai, cough cough Hey, why does this sentence sound a bit boastful or that a real samurai can understand the emotions in the sword through the docking of swords." Mifune was a little melancholy.

"Young Master, although you may appear mature and stable on the surface, much more stable than a child of your age, the knife in your hand shows that your heart is not peaceful."

"If your heart is really calm, how can you maintain your passion to pursue your dreams?" Jingujiquan frowned and asked in confusion.

"Hahaha, that's good, but you understand it in the wrong direction. The opposite of tranquility in my mouth is not blood and pursuit, but chaos." Mifune took a few steps in the fine snow, looking a little serious, "Your heart, It’s too complicated and messy. In other words, it’s just thinking too much, which is not good.

"If I hadn't received this knife from you, I wouldn't have thought that your heart would be so chaotic and chaotic to this extent. I have never seen a child at your age be so chaotic. What if you are confused? You can also concentrate on your practice.”

Jingujiquan said nothing, but nodded in agreement.

He was indeed, as Mifune said, thinking too much. After all, there were too many crises waiting for him in the world of Naruto.The following Third Ninja War, Uchiha Madara and Black Zetsu in the Dark, Infinite Tsukuyomi and Kaguya

At the same time, Jingujiquan met Mifune's serious gaze again, recalling those sincere and admonishing words, and understood that if he hadn't been the daimyo's son, Mifune would never have said this to him seriously.

"Well, you actually listened to it." Mifune suddenly looked at Jinguji Izumi's serious and serious expression with a strange look on his face, and shook his head strangely, "Isn't it true that brats of this age hate this kind of preaching the most?"

"What else can I say?" Jingujiquan twitched his lips and said seriously, "I dare to ask Admiral Mifune if he has any suggestions."

"Let's go fishing." Mifune suddenly grinned.

"Hmm" Jingujiquan tilted his head in confusion, and there were three more question marks on his head, "Fishing"

He had heard of people teaching people to practice hard, he had heard of people teaching people to tread water and climb trees, and he had heard of people teaching people to become bald, but this was the first time he heard of people teaching people to fish.

If the person who said this hadn't been the serious Mifune, Jinguji Izumi would have slapped him in the face.

"Looking at your tiger's mouth and the steps you took when you swung the sword just now, you must have done a lot of daily training, whether it was swinging a sword or running. Do you think that only training that is sweating like death can be called training?" Mifune gradually said Walking away, "Fishing is good, it can make people calm down. Especially after the future has a human life on its hands, the mind will be confused, and the murderous aura will leak out, and all the fish will run away."

"Of course, it's just a family opinion. Remember, if you have any questions about your cultivation after arriving in Ping'an Capital, just go to the General's Mansion to find me."

The words gradually faded away, and Mifune disappeared in just the blink of an eye, leaving Izumi Jinguji alone in the fine snow.

Mifune did not return directly to the general's mansion, but returned to the main hall.In the main hall, Quanzang was also quietly watching the endgame on the chessboard.

"Young Master's foundation is quite solid, and his character is not bad so far, but he is still a little messed up. Thinking too much is not a good thing for him now." Mifune also turned his attention to the unfinished endgame. "Not only on the sword, but you can also feel it in the chess piece."

"So, I'm not worried that he won't work hard, but I'm worried that he won't be able to calm down." Quanzang knows how to play chess better than wielding a sword, and he can feel from this endgame that Mifune's words are true. "The more I think about it, The more you think about, the more you think about, the more you need to be still.

"Remember when we were kids? Whenever we encountered something we couldn't figure out, we would run to the river and catch fish all day long. At first, we were upset and the fish were frightened away. But then we figured it out. When you feel at ease, the fish will take the bait.”

"At that time, you were still not a daimyo, and I was still your personal bodyguard." Mifune seemed to be recalling his youthful years, and smiled with emotion, "When it comes to personal bodyguards, young master, who are you going to choose?"

"It's not urgent. Isn't he going to a samurai school? Let him make his own choice." Quan Zang withdrew his gaze from the chess game and fell into memories, "Back then, my father didn't agree with me going to a samurai school, so he asked me to be quiet. Jing studied tea ceremony at home, learned communication, learned operations, and learned management. It was not until later that I understood what Izumi had understood from the beginning. In this troubled world, fists are more important, just like Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.

"Although Senju Hashirama himself prefers conversations to fists. But if it weren't for his prohibitive strength, who in the ninja world, including Uchiha Madara, would buy his account?"

Quan Zang sighed, a little complicated.I lament that I didn't understand this earlier, but I'm also glad that my children understood it from the beginning.

"Mifune, I can't give Quan any advice on cultivation. As for him, please keep an eye on him."

"Don't worry." Mifune smiled slightly, pointed to the remaining game on the table, picked up a white stone, "I'll finish it on his behalf."

"Okay." Quanzang smiled softly.

The scene returns to the backyard of Daming Mansion, where the Jinguji Spring is located.

About an hour and a half later, Izumi Jinguji, who had completed a day of quantitative training but could not sleep, came to the backyard, dug a hole in the frozen creek in the backyard, moved a small bench and hooked the fish with the line. Send it into the small hole, hold the fishing rod and sit there quietly.

Like an Eskimo.

Oil-paper lanterns were hung on the snow-covered treetops, dimly lit.

Jingujiquan didn’t come to fishing entirely because of Mifune’s words, but also because the technology tree was crooked, and there were no suitable leisure projects in a world where there were no previous leisure methods. Naturally, fishing has become one of the few things that can be tried. project.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't this kind of thing really be done only after the seventh generation or eighty?" Jingujiquan, who was holding the fishing rod, unknowingly put on a pair of dead fish eyes, and soon there was a light in the eyes of the dead fish, and the fishing rod in his hand Trembling, "Yes, I took the bait."

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Beneath the ice, water gurgled.

"Let's add grilled fish for supper tonight. Wait, why is this still glowing? Could it be some kind of psychic beast?" As the fishing rod was pulled up, Jingujiquan discovered this fish hanging on the hook. The fish actually exudes a blue and strange luster.

The next moment, this ghost-like fish jumped up with a pair of dead fish eyes, rushed into Jingujiquan's body with a confused expression, and disappeared, as if it merged with him.

Jingujiquan touched himself up and down in confusion, wondering what happened. People who didn't know what he was doing would think that he was doing something to himself that only adolescents should do.Immediately, another vicissitudes of life voice sounded in his mind that made him confused twice.

“This fish travels across rivers and lakes in all realms, and only those who are destined can get it.

"Whoever catches this fish will fish all over the world alone."