Descendants of an Old Acquaintance / The History of the Soryu Style
Upon hearing this answer, Hirano's tense body instantly relaxed.
The fact that the man in front of him could say that name at least indicates that he has a deep connection with the second-generation owner of the stadium Hakuji.
At that moment, Hirano couldn't help but wonder if the Scribe was a descendant of the person who had traveled with the second-generation owner back then.
He took a deep breath and calmed his racing heart.
I haven't asked your name yet.
"The Scribe."
After saying his name, Hirano, who had just recovered from his shock, widened his eyes again.
"What, what did you say?"
Seeing the other party's surprise, Scribe raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled.
After finishing his tea in one gulp, he said calmly.
"Why are you so agitated? It's not like something strange will happen just because you hear my name."
"Uh, that's not what I meant."
Realizing he had been somewhat rude, Hirano quickly waved his hand.
"I mean, you, no, could you say your name again?"
As he spoke, Hirano personally poured a cup of fresh tea for Scribe.
Is your name important to you?
"Yes!"
As soon as the Scribe finished speaking, Hirano said excitedly.
"I hope I didn't mishear!"
Seeing how agitated the other party was, the Scribe seemed to understand something.
"I said, my name is Scribe."
The moment the Scribe finished saying his name, Hirano's aged face turned radiant.
"Haha, hahaha!"
Hirano laughed heartily, Hirano face beaming with excitement.
This was the happiest day of his life since joining the Soryu Dojo and becoming its owner.
The mission that had been passed down for hundreds of years, the people who had waited for hundreds of years, had finally come to fruition in their own generation.
As Hirano's loud laughter reached outside, Ichiryu and the others also noticed the sound.
Subconsciously, they assumed that the Scribe Hirano had gotten into a dispute.
Even more extreme, some have already shouted that they will rush in to rescue the stadium owner.
"Let's go in, miss!"
Gripping their Bamboo Sword Fragment tightly, the students of the Soryu Dojo stood in unison behind Asatsuru.
"No."
Looking up, Asatsuru stood still, stopping their actions.
"Grandpa is smiling."
"Laugh?"
After Asatsuru said this, Ichiryu and the others listened carefully.
"It does sound like the owner's laughter."
"That's right, I think so too."
"But what happened to make him so happy?"
In their impression, the farm owner had always been a very strict person.
Normally, the requirements for them are extremely high.
If anything falls short of the standard, extra punishment and training will be imposed immediately.
They had hardly ever seen a loud laugh, let alone a smile.
But today, after entering with that man, the owner suddenly burst into laughter.
From Hirano's laughter, everyone could sense something different.
There was excitement and exhilaration, but also relief and acceptance.
More than anything, it was a heartfelt gratitude.
"I think your owner will come out soon."
Tamayo, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, her gaze moving rapidly through the crowd.
Ultimately, it settled on Asatsuru.
"And it will be you."
Looking at Tamayo smiling at him, Asatsuru somehow chose to believe her.
Inside the room, after the laughter subsided, a stream of hot liquid flowed from Hirano's eyes.
"Grown ups!"
With a thud, Hirano knelt down on both knees and kowtowed heavily to the Scribe.
"We have waited for you for hundreds of years, and finally today we have met you!"
The Scribe was somewhat puzzled when he saw Hirano suddenly kowtow to him.
He quickly helped the other person up and said something.
"You say you've waited for me for hundreds of years, then tell me in detail what happened."
"Yes!"
Wiping away his tears, Hirano sat up straight, his face full of respect.
"Asatsuru and I are both descendants of Lord Hakuji."
"Or rather, starting with the third generation of the field master, we all have Hakuji's blood flowing in our veins."
As soon as Hirano finished speaking, the Scribe instantly understood something.
But he didn't interrupt Hirano; he just waved his hand, letting him continue.
Through Hirano's narration, the Scribe finally understood what Hakuji and his descendants had experienced over the past few centuries.
After the Scribe and Tamayo left, Hakuji inherited the Soryu Dojo, married Koyuki, and served Keizo as his teacher.
Not many years later, the couple had a son and a daughter and lived a happy and fulfilling life.
Moreover, thanks to the efforts of Hakuji and Keizo, the reputation of the Soryu Dojo has grown increasingly stronger.
Every year, many people come from the surrounding villages and towns just to register and become disciples of the Soryu Dojo.
For a time, it was incredibly popular.
Although Keizo passed away from illness in the future, Hakuji and Koyuki continued to work hard.
By the time they reached their later years, the Soryu Dojo had reached its peak.
His students were spread across more than a dozen villages and towns, and his disciples held important positions in the shogunate.
It could be said that being a member of the Soryu Dojo at that time had become a symbol of status.
Unfortunately, people will eventually be born, grow old, get sick, and die.
Koyuki passed away before Hakuji due to an illness she had suffered at a young age.
After Koyuki left, Hakuji also became depressed.
He even considered ending his life by taking his own life at one point.
But one day, after Hakuji visited Koyuki's grave, he suddenly summoned all his disciples.
With everyone present as witnesses, the third owner of the farm was elected.
On the day the new owner was chosen, Hakuji talked with him all night.
The next day, he announced that he would leave the Soryu Dojo and start a new life.
No matter how many people asked, they still didn't know what Hakuji was going to do.
The third owner of the venue, Hakuji and Koyuki's son, explained it this way.
In the final moments of his life, there were people he needed to see.
Since then, no one has ever seen Hakuji again.
The disciples of the Soryu Dojo also made a pact to meet on this day.
Perhaps, in their hearts, they hoped that the second owner would come back and take another look.
Unfortunately, a tragedy occurred at a gathering many years ago.
What was supposed to be a joyous banquet was suddenly disrupted by a monster.
In a short time, almost all the people from the Soryu Dojo present were killed.
Only the farm owner's son survived.
After such a tragedy, the once-glorious Soryu Dojo was reduced to a few small temples and was no longer as prosperous as it once was.
This situation continued until Hirano's generation.
Even though Hirano has devoted his life to achieving some success, it is still far from the glory he once had.
Hirano sighed at this point.
"I am too old, and the mission of carrying forward the Asatsuru."
At this moment, he seemed no longer to be the master of the Soryu Dojo, but an ordinary old man in his twilight years.
The Scribe sitting to the side did not utter a word from beginning to end.
Chapter 348 The History of Soryu
"I'm sorry, sir, you must have found this amusing."
Realizing his lapse in composure, Hirano quickly changed the subject.
"I'd like to let Asatsuru in to see you, but I don't know if you..."
"Sure, and please also call the woman who came with me; she's my wife."
After leaving his reply, the Scribe fell silent once again.
Nodding, Hirano then got up and walked out of the house.
"The owner!"
Upon seeing Hirano emerge, Ichiryu and the others quickly stepped forward.
"Owner, are you alright?"
"What was that laughter just now?"
"Where's that guy? Did he try to make a move, but you took him down, owner?"
When questioned by his disciples and grand-disciples, several veins bulged on Hirano's forehead.
'Shut up, all of you!'
After shouting, he stared wide-eyed at the crowd.
"If I hear you speak disrespectfully to the Mister Scribe again, get out!"
Hirano shoved Ichiryu and the others aside, then walked towards Tamayo.
Standing before Tamayo, he bowed slightly and spoke with his head down.