135 23 Shojo Isa (1/2)

”Well, yes. Leafy Lean Glide is an interesting swordsman.

The first thing Futa said after nodding to Pasta's words to continue was not very specific.

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on.

What?　Are you mocking me?

I'm not as twisted as you. Don't be like that.

”Then what do you mean?

Look at that stance.

Futa points out the way Leafy is holding his sword while facing Izuna.

It is said that there are many different ways to hold a sword. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not.

The upper stance is a large swing with both hands.

A straight stance with the tip of the sword facing the opponent.

The downward stance, in which the katana is held low and the shoulders lean out.

Futa knows that there are many other stances.

After listing a few examples, Fouta points to Leafy's stance.

”That's a stance from a school called the Sakurahana Itto Ryu, and it's called the weeping cherry tree stance.

”Really? What a waste of a name for that loser.

Don't tell him that. Besides, Ocean told me that every new swordsman loses his name.

It's like you're talking about someone else.

It's arrogant of you to talk about it like it's your own. ...... Back to the topic at hand. It's a weeping cherry, but it's not a weeping cherry.

”...... What do you mean?

I've never seen anything like it before.

She brought her hands up to her cheeks, and the blade arched up like a weeping cherry blossom.

Sakurahana Itto-ryu, weeping cherry blossoms. I'm not a cherry blossom,” he said.

I know some swordsmen who use the Sakurahana Itto-ryu style, but the original idea of the Edatarezakura is to aim with the tip of the cut superimposed over your own eye line.

...... That's what it looks like.

No, it's just the tip of the blade pointing at the opponent's face.

...... If you say so, then I guess so. What's the difference?

Quite different. For example, let's see. In the bow stance, you have to look at the arrow in order to aim it.

”Ah, ......, yes. That's easy to understand. But then, Leafy's is.

”I'm just pointing the arrow at their face. It doesn't matter what you're looking at.

You're not very good at this.

That's the fun part.

Futa looks at Leafy. His eyes have a golden hue.

I'm not sure what to make of it. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea. ...... It's like a different kind of swordplay, a self-taught imitation of the Sakuraga Itto Ryu.

It's also a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

Reeffy was a tomboy who possessed exceptional physical abilities, and rather than mixing with the boys of the village, she played among them as a kind of captain.

If you ask me if she was a strong fighter, the answer is no. If you ask me if she was well-built, the answer is no. She didn't look any different from the other children in the village, but what made her strong was that she had learned swordsmanship at an early age.

”You're going to get stronger.

The more she was gently praised, the more she soared, but the more her joy became a righteous fervor that honed her many skills, especially her sense of style, and her ”eyes” and ”reactions” became so good that she could control a fight with a group of children without a fight.

He enjoyed the feeling of becoming stronger, and became more and more absorbed in sword fighting.

She had an innocent longing in her heart to one day surpass the back of her kind father and teacher, who always praised and encouraged her.

Her family's swordsmanship school is the Sakurahana Itto-ryu, a style that has few practitioners in the kingdom.

You could say it has fallen into disuse. Her ability to torment her opponents with her shapeshifting ways makes it very difficult for her to master.

And...

”-Oyaji?　......Oyaji?

My father died in the last battle.

It's nothing. He lost the battle and was killed.

The hand that was extended to the stunned Leafy was that of an adopted daughter from Baron Leangride.

Originally, Leafy's father had been favored by Baron Leangride and had opened a dojo in this area at his request.

If that's the case, I'll take over. I, his daughter, will take over the Sakuraba Itto-Ryu Dojo.

That appeal, however...

But Baron Leangride never accepted it.

--Because...

That's why.

I will carry on my father's will. To rebuild the Sakuraga Itto-ryu, that was her only purpose.

To rebuild the Sakuraga Itto-ryu, you need a foil.

She thought that even Baron Lean Glide would not complain about her performance in the fighting tournament. He wanted to prove that he and the Sakuraga Itto-ryu could go this far.

--I just wanted proof. He didn't realize that he had used up all of his resolve and the pride of the Sakuraga Itto-ryu in the process.

”I'm weak?

”...... admit it or not. The trembling legs, the pathetic nervousness, the disgusting noise of the chest. I know it's all bullshit, so I lie about it.

Izuna said in a mumbling voice.

It sounds somewhat like self-mockery. But he shook his head, saying it was just his imagination.

So much. What would such a strong man know about me?

”Shut up.

But yeah. But yeah, that stopped the shaking.

I'm grateful for that.

You know what you know about me!

I'm not a fan.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

It's also a great way to get the most out of your business.

However, Izuna stepped back for a moment and her arm extended.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I'm not an idiot, but...

I'm not an idiot, but I don't get it. All I know is how I feel. Everything is different between you and me, right?

But...

I'm sure you're not the only one.

You can't do it like this. You can't throw away your baggage when you think you can't win like this. You can't just throw it away when you think you're not going to win. You have to keep it all on your back and train until you're comfortable carrying it.

”Gah!

Take it. It's a lesson from a weak senior.

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

The sword that had fallen from her father's hand was thrust into the side of her face, and she knew that she had been taken down with just one blow.

--It was pathetic.

Tears slowly began to flow from her eyes.

You can't throw away your belongings.