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"Come again!"

"Tiger·[-]!"

"Come again!"

"Tiger Twenty-Two!"

"Come again!"

"..."

The bearded uncle challenged Mizuhara Makoto again and again, and he was defeated and defeated again and again. Although his fighting power lacked a bit of meaning, his tenacious spirit was still quite admirable.

"How many times has he challenged this?"

"110 three, oh no, he just launched another attack. This should be the 114th challenge."

"How many moves has he survived at most?"

"Ah, this, well, not a single move was successful."

"Oh."

At some point, a meticulous old man wearing a warrior robe with a gray beard joined the crowd of spectators.

After asking some questions to the disciple next to him, he nodded and continued to watch the battle.

At this time, the topic of discussion among the audience changed from whether Mizuhara Makoto could pass the test to join the gym, to when the young gym leader would let Mizuhara Makoto use his second move.

After a long time, they realized that this possibility seemed unlikely.

As a result, the topic gradually became when the young gym leader would choose to give up the challenge, but soon they discovered that the young gym leader was too resilient.

I became discouraged when I kept seeing it, and gradually lost interest in watching it.

After all, a battle of equal strength is the most interesting to watch. Although it is very amazing to see a sword in a split second, you will get tired after watching it for a long time or too much.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

There was only an old man left and a little kitten still watching the battle.

"Meow!"

The little kitten yawned loudly. In fact, she couldn't understand what was there to fight about. Or was it that the winner would get small fish to eat?

Unlike the little kitten whose body is here but whose mind has long since flown to the fish pond, this old man looked at it very seriously and did not miss almost every detail of the battle.

As the Tiger Gym Leader.

The old man was not one of those ignorant disciples. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that every sword strike from Suihara Makoto cut into his son's flaws very naturally.

There is no trick to win!

Behind the big beard, he used all his strength to attack every time, and the fight was hearty, but he was never able to survive the first move, which inevitably made him a little frustrated.

"How did you do it?" Holding the wooden knife, the bearded man asked while breathing heavily.

"How did you do it?" Suihara Cheng was a little confused.

"Just, well, why are you so strong at such a young age? Is there any special method?"

"Oh, this!"

"Can you tell me?"

"Alas! Young people, don't always think about taking shortcuts. You have only seen how strong I am now, but have you ever thought about the efforts behind me? Let's put it this way, have you ever seen the night sky at four in the morning?"

Suwon Cheng said in an old-fashioned way.

"I've seen it!"

"Ok?"

Mizuhara Makoto originally wanted to talk about how hard he worked to practice step by step and become so powerful today, but he didn't expect that the bearded uncle seemed to work harder than him!

I said it was four in the morning, but I stayed up until four in the morning.

After he came to this world, except after he bought a new book and was eager to read until then, he slept for eight hours on time at other times.

"I started practicing swordplay when I was four years old and became obsessed with it. I would practice until dawn the next day..."

"Very good! Love and hard work are just necessary."

Mizuhara Makoto felt that he had chosen the wrong topic and could not continue talking about hard work. Otherwise, if his uncle asked him what else he had done to practice hard, let him try it too?

How do you answer yourself?

Does he wash dishes, do laundry, and clean every day?

There needs to be some metaphysical stuff.

Got it!

Mizuhara Makoto suddenly thought of a set of words that could hold the cup and deceive people, oh no, it could also continue to guide the bearded man in the direction of progress.

But before that, let him ask a small question.

"Why did you swing the knife?"

"Why are you swinging the knife?"

The bearded man had obviously never thought about this, and the old man seemed to be suddenly awakened. Only the kitten jumped up on Mizuhara Makoto's head and continued to yawn.

"Yes, if you want to reach the highest level of swordsmanship, you can't even know why you are swinging the weapon in your hand!"

"Kojiro, think about this seriously!"

Seeing that the bearded man was a little confused, the old man hated him very much and said.

He has already understood something from these words, and he feels that once he understands it more deeply, he will be able to achieve further qualitative changes.

"Sometimes spiritual practice is more important than physical practice. For example, my daily sword training (cutting vegetables) is done with a grateful heart..."

"a thankful heart?"

"That's right, every day I swing my sword a thousand times with gratitude!"

"Meow meow!"

Suwon said with sincerity, and the cat above his head raised his paws and meowed, as if to testify for his man again.

Everything Mizuhara Makoto said, she witnessed with her own eyes.

Because she likes to eat fish, but it is not good to eat small dried fish all the time, so when she was still in the Land of Fire, Mizuhara Makoto would often go to the rivers and lakes to catch fresh fish for her to eat.

And she is an elegant cat.

When eating this kind of fresh fish, you don't just pick it up and chew it. Naturally, you have to slice it into sashimi and savor its fresh and tender taste.

Every time Mizuhara Makoto slices sashimi, he always pays a thousand dollars with gratitude.

Because the fish fillets produced by a thousand blades are as thin as cicada wings and crystal clear, and the size is just right for her mouth, so no food is wasted.

Regarding being grateful, Mizuhara Makoto also gave her special education on this point.

He said that we should always have a grateful heart for things. The most painful thing in the world is to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. Fish have endured this pain in order to fill our stomachs.

So we should thank him for his contribution to us!

"Meow meow!"

Speaking of which, sashimi is so delicious, and I don’t know when I can eat it again. The little cat licked his lips and paws, feeling nostalgic in his heart.

Fish!

Have you grown up since your reincarnation? I miss you so much!

“Sir’s realm is really unfathomable!”

In the heart of the old man, Suihara Makoto's figure grew taller. There is no age or youth, and those who are successful come first. In his opinion, Mizuhara Makoto is the kind who walks in front.

He couldn't tell exactly what state he had reached.

He didn't know how Mizuhara Makoto managed to wield the knife with gratitude. After all, not everyone's knife skills were learned through chopping vegetables.

But he understood that as long as he understood why he was wielding the sword.

He won't have any hesitation in swinging the sword, and his moves will become faster and sharper. At that time, the tiger swordsmanship may undergo a transformation.

It has become comparable to those sword skills that have been passed down for a long time.

"I, Fujiwara Ichiro, thank you for your advice."

Fujiwara Ichiro gave a big salute to Mizuhara Makoto.

"You're welcome, you're welcome!"

Mizuhara Makoto was actually just talking about it. He thought the bearded man was a nice guy, warm and sincere, so he pretended to be a little bit based on some novels he had read in his previous life.

Unexpectedly, it seems to be really useful.

It's nice that people in this world are invisible, but fortunately he has a system to "force" him to have an epiphany...