Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

The old man's words made Matsumoto Akira's eyes clearly focused on the other person's movements, even his breathing.

But there was no head-on confrontation. After all, how could a beginner have the ability to fight with a swordsman who could cut steel with a wooden sword?

But as he continued to dodge, Matsumoto Akira clearly felt that he had become more adapted. After another dodge, Matsumoto Akira finally clenched the wooden sword in his hands with both hands.

The wooden sword in his hand seemed to have become an extension of his own hands in an instant, and with a horizontal slash of the sword, he actually blocked the old man's wooden sword.

A golden light flashed in the old man's eyes, and the next moment an attack like a violent storm was launched.

Matsumoto Akira put up a somewhat awkward resistance at first, but as the attack continued, he was able to find the rhythm and adapt to the intensity.

The old man also cooperated in increasing the intensity, not raising it to a level that Nakamoto Ming could not accept.

A wooden sword cut through the sky, going straight for the vital point like lightning. Matsumoto Akira leaned sideways and gently poked the wooden sword, hitting the middle point and deflecting the old man's wooden sword.

The two finally separated, and the old man stopped attacking.

"Not bad, very good. You are indeed the one I just met. Whether it is attacking or defending, you have no method at all, but your physical talent is really too strong!"

Even the old people couldn't help but marvel and envy Matsumoto Akira's body. His physical fitness and reaction ability were simply unparalleled.

When he was young, he was also a famous genius in this country. Although it is impossible for him to become a sword saint at his age, he can still be considered one of the best swordsmen.

But if I had such physical fitness and talent when I was young, I would probably have become a sword master by now, right?

"From now on, you will be my disciple! Study hard, learn all the knowledge I have, and then grow up. Grow into something that I cannot reach!"

The old man looked at Matsumoto Akira with eyes full of expectation for the swordsman he could not become. He had always been curious about what kind of scenery he had.

I have only heard rumors that in a country across the sea there was a sword master who once sank a foreign warship that broke into the strait with one sword.

That was undoubtedly a level far beyond the reach of human beings. It was a pity that he had not been able to reach that level during his heyday. After that period of time, it would be even more impossible for him to reach the level of a sword master.

Listening to his newly acquired cheap master talking about the power of a sword saint, Matsumoto Akira was completely bewildered.

No, isn't our world just an ordinary anime world? It's never been said before that any individual strong person can reach this level?

Can we still be good friends? I was already very surprised that you cut through steel with a wooden sword, but you said that the sword master who is better than you can even sink a warship with a sword.

"You don't have to worry too much. Even if you have great talent, you may not be able to reach the level of a sword master~"

The old man looked at Matsumoto Akira's expression and immediately understood what the other person was thinking, so he hurried to comfort him.

I finally got a disciple with outstanding talent, how could I let him lose confidence? After enough training and mastering enough skills, I have to lead him out.

Not to mention participating in various competitions, just letting them come into contact with other young kendo geniuses and letting their own disciples attack those geniuses can build up the self-confidence of their own disciples.

"I understand! So what are we going to learn today?" Matsumoto Akira came back to his senses and no longer focused his attention on the Sword Master. Now he was just a beginner, and he would learn after he became a swordsman.

"No, you don't have to learn anything today. Go back home and come back next weekend. By the way, the school you attend is called Teitan High School, right?"

The old man did not intend to force things. He had already tested the other party's talent today, so the rest would naturally need to be done step by step.

"I understand!"

Matsumoto Akira nodded and was about to get up when he suddenly thought of something and asked hurriedly.

"Speaking of which, Master, I have already become your disciple, but I still don't know your name!"

"I was negligent. My name is Busujima Kazuo. You can call me teacher or master. There is no need to care about these things!"

Busujima Kazuo waved his hand nonchalantly. He never cared about these things. It was a pleasant surprise for him to have such a talented disciple.

Matsumoto Akira nodded, and was then unceremoniously kicked out by Busujima Kazuo.

After Matsumoto Akira left, Busujima Kazuo continued to sit alone in the middle of the dojo. It was a long time before someone came in again.

The man tiptoed to Busujima Kazuo's side and knelt down. The whole process was quiet and normal, without any panic.

"Boy, go to school tomorrow to complete the transfer procedures and transfer to Teitan High School. You will become the head of the Teitan High School Kendo Club! Train my disciples well there!"

Busujima Kazuo opened his eyes and instructed his daughter.

"I understand, Father!"

Busujima Yako nodded, although she didn't understand why she had to transfer to Teitan High School and become the leader of the Teitan High School's Kendo Club.

But she would never disobey her father on such matters.

"It would be great if you were a boy. Your talent is extremely rare. Unfortunately, your physical qualities mean that you cannot achieve the same success in kendo as men!"

Busujima Kazuo looked at his daughter with pity in his eyes.

His daughter is his only child, so even though the other party is a woman, Kazuo Busujima has been cultivating his daughter's progress in kendo since she was a child.

Busujima Yazi did not disappoint Busujima Kazuo's expectations. With his own talent, he was able to stand out from the crowd at a very young age.

She even won the national kendo competition, but none of these could make up for the disadvantages of being a woman.

Busujima Kazuo also confirmed that not all women were unable to become swordsmen, because he had seen powerful female swordsmen before.

But what can I say about the other person's physical fitness? There is a kind of beauty that transcends gender.

Yes, it is truly a kind of beauty that transcends gender.

When Busujima Kazuo saw her, he realized that her physical fitness even surpassed that of men, and this was confirmed later.

But this is only an exception, because although my daughter is indeed very talented in kendo, she does not possess the kind of physical beauty that transcends gender.