At this time, he looked serious and was concentrating on exchanging offense and defense with Nanjo.

Ogata, who was silently watching the fierce trial in front of him, suddenly heard Isshikika beside him asking:

"Sir, who do you think will win?"

When she turned her head to ask Ogata this question, Isshikika's eyes never moved away from An Yun and Nanjo. Her appearance was a little cute.

"...In terms of strength, the two of them are probably between equals." Ogata was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "But in terms of chances of winning, An Yun should have a greater chance of winning."

"Compared with Nanjo, An Yun has two major advantages."

"First: An Yun is much younger than the chief gymnast of the Military Hall, and judging from his body shape, he is also the kind of person who has no shortage of physical strength and strength."

"As for Nanjo... Look, Nanjo's breathing is not as steady as before. But it's no wonder, after all, he is not young anymore."

"Nanjo's physical fitness is far inferior to An Yun, so once he is unable to quickly capture An Yun, the situation will inevitably become increasingly unfavorable for Nanjo, who does not have the advantage in physical strength."

"Second: Nanjo's current mentality is unstable."

"He is probably eager to save face and vent his anger. His mood is obviously unstable now."

"When the strength of both parties is only about equal, the person who reveals his flaws first is often the one who cannot stay calm and maintain a calm mind."

As soon as Ogata finished speaking, the battle on the field suddenly changed.

"Drink!"

Nanjo launched a sharp stab at An Yun's chest.

But I don't know if he was distracted for a moment or because he was too eager to win quickly, so he used a little more force. As a result, the force of the thrust was too strong, and flaws appeared.

An Yun's eyes shone brightly, and she quickly tried to dodge to avoid Nanjo's stabbing attack.

Then, he stepped forward, his body turned into an afterimage, and ran towards Nanjo's left rear.

When dodging and rushing to the left rear of Nanjo, An Yun only used her right hand to hold the knife, and her right hand grasped the top of the handle. This is an inconspicuous little detail, but this small detail is very useful. It can increase An Yun's slashing speed.

Become faster.

The moment she passed by Nanjo, An Yun slashed hard at Nanjo's left abdomen with her sword.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A cry of pain erupted from Nanjo's throat.

With all the facial features on his face distorted, he still held the knife in one hand and covered the spot where he had been stabbed with the other hand. After staggering forward for a few steps, he knelt down on one knee.

"master!"

"Master! Are you okay?"

All the apprentices in the military hall screamed in surprise one by one, and rushed forward to help Nanjo who was kneeling on the ground.

"Fortunately, it's not a real sword duel." An Yun, who knocked down Nanjo with one blow, was holding the wooden sword on his shoulder and said in a mocking tone to Nanjo, who was sweating in pain, "If it were a real sword duel,

, you have been cut in half, your intestines and kidneys will flow all over the floor."

An Yun's strange words were like a spark that ignited the powder keg called "anger" in the hearts of all the disciples in the military hall.

"You bastard!"

"That's enough! You've been rude over and over again!"

"Everyone, come on! Teach this rude bastard a lesson!"

Directly pointing the tip of the wooden sword at Nanjo and calling him on the stage to challenge him was already considered a rude provocation. Even before An Yun threatened to compete with their master, all the disciples in the military academy were already very unhappy.

And now, this bastard not only defeated their master and made their whole army lose face, but he also continued to speak rudely and treat their master in a weird way.

All the disciples in the military academy wanted to tear An Yun alive right away.

More than a dozen disciples from the Military Academy surrounded An Yun.

When An Yun faced the crowd surrounding him, he only showed a nonchalant expression, as if he was surrounded not by a dozen people, but by a dozen flies.

However, just when all the apprentices in the military hall surrounded An Yun and were about to swarm forward to capture An Yun, they heard Nanjo, who was still kneeling on the ground, yell:

"Everyone, stop it! Everyone, step back!"

"Master?" The disciples looked at Nanjo in confusion.

"If you really want to swarm me like this to help me avenge and vent my anger, then the face of our entire army will really be lost."

Nanjo, who was still covering his injury, pushed away the hands of the disciples beside him who were trying to help him, and slowly stood up with his own strength.

"If you lose, you lose. I am speechless. I have no objections or excuses."

"Everyone, step back."

After saying that, Nanjo took the lead and walked towards their seats in the military hall.

Although Nanjo stopped his disciples from avenging him, when he walked back to his seat, Nanjo still turned his head and glared at An Yun with eyes full of resentment and unwillingness to wait.

After hearing their master's order just now, Nanjo's disciples looked at each other with complicated expressions, and finally chose to obey their master's instructions and slowly walked off the field.

When they went back to their respective seats, they all stared at An Yun with ferocious eyes like Nanjo.

The glances they cast towards An Yun had no impact on An Yun at all. An Yun was humming a tune now, and her mood was visibly happy.

"Ah...this 'big test match' can finally become more interesting...after all, it is interesting to compete with these skilled people."

Stretching seems to be An Yun's habitual action.

I saw him stretching again.

Then he pointed the tip of the wooden sword at Kiichi Shimura, the master of the Shimurakan Hall, who was sitting on the west side of the dojo.

"I feel like I haven't fought enough. Master Shimura! Can you please come forward and challenge me?"

"An Yunjun!" Zhizhou, who was no longer willing to let this year's "big test match" go into chaos anymore, shouted at the top of his voice, "What are you doing? What do you want to do?! You

Do you want to compete with all the museum owners?"

Zhizhou struggled to save the order of the "Great Trial Union".

However, some people had no intention of cooperating with Zhizhou.

For example, An Yun turned a deaf ear to Zhizhou's words, and Yamu, the owner of the Yuanming Pavilion, had been deliberately pampering An Yun.

Another example... Shicun is now being challenged by An Yun...

Shicun, who was named and challenged by An Yun, did not show any displeasure or any other negative emotions.

Instead, he grinned and showed a hearty smile.

"What a hot-blooded person!"

"You just challenged Nanjo, are you challenging me again now?"

Shimura stood up suddenly.

"Okay! Just what I want!"

"Just now I saw you defeat Nanjo, and my hands just felt itchy!"

After saying that, without giving anyone a chance to react, Shimura took a wooden sword from the knife stand next to him and strode onto the dojo.

"This man is Yiichi Shimura, the master of the Shimura Sword Hall, which teaches Shinto style."

Isshikika introduced Ogata very conspicuously.

"As you can see, he is a very bold and bold man."

When helping Ogata introduce Shimura, Isshikika's face showed a trace of explicit disgust.

Ogata noticed the look of disgust on Isshikihana's face and asked:

"What's wrong? Why do you look disgusted? Do you have any grudge against this person?"

"I don't have any grudges... I just simply don't like this person." Isshikihua said, "I don't like this kind of overly bold person."

"But what disgusts me most about him is his words and deeds."

"Shimura and my father are good friends. He often comes to our house to drink with my father."

"This person's level of history is obviously not very good, but he always loves to talk about history with others. The history he loves to talk about most is the rise of Tokugawa Ieyasu more than 200 years ago."

"He admired Tokugawa Ieyasu very much and would tell others how great Tokugawa Ieyasu was every chance he got."

"That's all. But I don't know if he is biased against Toyotomi Hideyoshi or for some other reason. Every time he praises Tokugawa Ieyasu, he always disparages Toyotomi Hideyoshi."

"How can I say that Toyotomi Hideyoshi, a commoner, became a commoner in the world just because of his bad luck?"

"How can a person with such a lowly background be qualified to rule the world? Tokugawa Ieyasu took over the Toyotomi clan in compliance with the destiny of heaven. The Tokugawa army that defeated the Toyotomi clan was an army of justice."

"I'm not an admirer of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, but I still don't like Shimura's remarks."

"No matter what, Toyotomi Hideyoshi is an overlord who achieved great achievements two hundred years ago. It would be too much to demote him to nothing."

"If Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who became a leader in Japan as a commoner, is worthless, then what is the point of being just a master who teaches swordsmanship?"

"In my opinion, vilifying these historical figures with such an arrogant attitude is an act of self-righteousness."

"I don't like such self-righteous people."
To be continued...