Konoha Ninja Warrior

After bidding farewell to the Hera Kiyoshi brothers, Tokugawa Yukimura came to the quiet room alone to think quietly.

In fact, there is one thing Hirakiyoshi Ding said is correct, that is, he has not yet formed a complete system of learning. He is not specialized in swordsmanship like a samurai, nor is he divided into three categories: physical jutsu, ninjutsu, and illusion like a ninja. It feels like it was put together.This is why Tokugawa Yukimura wants to calm down and think about it.

"The so-called system is a strength training method that can continue to improve." Tokugawa Yukimura touched his chin and thought, "Attack, defense, movement, assistance, etc. must be considered."

Thinking about his existing methods, apart from sword skills, he only has two moves: wind escape and thunder escape ninjutsu. They are both offensive ninjutsu. The activation of thunder escape stimulating cells can be regarded as auxiliary. The clone is mainly for investigation and assists in training. It seems that the means of defense are still lacking, just like the last time we faced the large-scale Ten Thousand Snake Formation, there was nothing we could do.

"It seems like it's either a defensive ninjutsu that's powerful enough, or a method of movement that can dodge attacks." Tokugawa Yukimura was a little distressed. Ninjas in this world are designed to attack the strong and defend the weak, so they can only focus on dodge. Kung Fu, "Do you still have to look for the ninjutsu-type teleportation technique? I hope Orochimaru's memory can be more powerful."

When Tokugawa Yukimura was distressed in the quiet room, he didn't know that there was already a commotion in the village outside. Since yesterday, the police have been arresting people everywhere. So far, more than ten people have been arrested, and they have not been released yet. It seems that those who were arrested were all gangsters and sneaky guys, so no one sympathized with them. I heard that they were all sent to the mines to mine. Most people felt that they deserved their punishment. These people who idle around all day have been causing trouble recently. Terrified, it might as well be taken away.

But soon another news spread through the streets, overshadowing this insignificant incident. The news is that Master Tokugawa has created a new swordsmanship school and is recruiting disciples. And not one or two, but as many as a hundred people.

I have long heard that Master Tokugawa is a rare genius. I don’t want to create a school so quickly, and I am willing to teach it to them. This time we will not only recruit children from samurai families, but also people with basic samurai training.

As soon as the news came out, everyone who met the requirements was gearing up, especially the small samurai families.They say it is a family, but in fact there are only a few families. Such a family does not have its own swordsmanship inheritance, and only relies on basic swordsmanship for support.There are also some descendants of wealthy families who have the conditions to train warriors, but they do not have good teachers to teach them. If there is no accident, they will never have the opportunity to step into the circle of warriors. The emergence of this news undoubtedly gave them hope.

In the slightly small and compact courtyard of the Kuramochi clan, an eleven or twelve-year-old dark-skinned boy was doing swordsmanship training. The wooden sword made of ironwood was as heavy as a real samurai sword, and he was sweating profusely as he continued to chop.

"997, 998, 999, 1000." The little boy was panting after completing a set of training. At this moment, his father rushed in and shouted: "Kenta, stop practicing. There is news that Mr. Tokugawa Mainly recruiting new apprentices, come and sign up with me."

"Really." Kenta Kuramochi's eyes were full of light. He had never inherited swordsmanship. He could only do basic swordsmanship training. Looking at his father who had a few white hairs on his head, he said firmly: "Father, take me quickly. Go ahead."

He clenched his fists and added in his mind: "I will definitely live up to your expectations and revitalize the Kurachi family."

A similar thing happened in Qianyuan's house, but the painting style was completely different. A big fat man holding a cane chased an equally nimble little fat man all over the house, knocking over countless expensive decorative furniture along the way. It's a pity that his father can't catch up with the little fat man who has been trained as a warrior.

"Asshole, you have to sign up, otherwise you will never see meat in your meals again." The master of the Maezono family panted and used his trump card.

"Ah, no," Yoichi Maezono, who was running very fast in front, wailed, "You just want me to do samurai training. I'm already so thin, and you want me to sign up for some unknown new school? We are Businessman, your family has a lot of money, why don't you eat and drink in peace?" The little fat man said with tears streaming down his face, but unfortunately the ring of fat on his belly was not convincing.

"Asshole, what do you mean by the so-called new school? It was a school started by Master Tokugawa, okay?" Speaking of this, the head of the Maezono family became very angry, "What's the use of having more money? I'm being treated like a pig to be fattened." Are you being killed? The only real long-term solution is to cling to Master Tokugawa's lap. Didn't you see the way that fat pig-like Finance Minister looked at me when I paid taxes?"

"You are not fat yourself, and you are talking about others." Yoichi Maezono muttered.

The head of the Qianyuan family who didn't hear clearly was still chattering: "I've made it clear to you. If you don't go, I will break your legs." After saying that, he threw down the cane and left.

For this news, not everyone is happy to see it. For example, at the home of the Minister of Finance mentioned above, the Minister of Finance Hirano couldn't help but smashed a vase that he used to love.

"Assholes, they are all bastards," he said angrily, "Damn Tokugawa Yukimura, damn Sakamoto Satokaku." Hirano gritted his teeth angrily. The previous plan was good, but when he was about to ruin Tokugawa Yukimura's reputation, how could he I knew that these rumors would be suppressed as soon as the other party came back. Although I didn't care about this small setback, the original partner, the Sakamoto clan, had played a big role in it. Otherwise, even if Tokugawa Yukimura was Mifune's son, he would not have the rights. Mobilize the police force.

"I originally hoped that Tokugawa Yukimura's reputation would be ruined, but I didn't expect Mifune to support him so much." After calming down, Hirano was thinking about whether to change his plan in the future. He looked at the information sent by his subordinates, and his thoughts changed.

"Hey, the new sect is selling itself off like a sheep. I want to see what kind of tricks it can play." Hirano laughed coldly, "There are no restrictions on the conditions for registration. As long as you have a samurai foundation, I can have such a person." There are a lot of them. When the time comes, all the men you rely on will be my people. I’d like to see your face at that time.”

Hirano clapped his hands, and the next moment a black shadow came forward, and he ordered: "Transfer people from the training camp to participate in this selection, and you must ensure that you get enough places."

"Yes" the person responded, then turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

Unbeknownst to Tokugawa Yukimura, a net of goodwill and malice is slowly enveloping him.