Yanichi's Swordsmanship Dojo

"Would you like to come too?"

"If possible, I still want to try based on my own abilities."

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

With that, the Scribe turned and left.

Watching the Scribe's departing figure, Bifang said with some doubt.

Why do I feel like I know the Mister Scribe a little?

"Me too. Even though it was our first time meeting, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity."

"Didn't my great-grandfather's story also feature a Scribe? Is he a descendant?"

The Scribe continued to wander aimlessly through the streets.

Shortly afterward, he saw a police car chasing something.

As they chased after them, a head popped out from inside the police car.

The hair is an unusual white.

The scars on his face added to his terrifying appearance.

The policeman, with an angry expression on his face, spoke loudly.

"You two in front, stop right there!"

"Kamado Tanihiko, Rengoku Kyojuro, stop right now!"

"Otherwise, I'll call and complain to your family!"

No matter how much the policeman shouted, the two men did not stop.

It eventually disappeared around the corner.

The police had no choice but to stop the car.

After getting off the bus, he let out an angry shout.

At that moment, another policeman emerged from the car and began to comfort the officer.

The two appear to be brothers.

Seeing this, the Scribe smiled slightly and continued walking forward.

Along the way, he saw many heartwarming scenes.

Three primary school students were walking together, each holding a fox-mask-like ornament.

"Yi-ichi, this is awesome! Is it a limited edition?"

"Yours is also very beautiful, it's a rare character."

"Look at mine, this is something I finally managed to draw with great difficulty."

As they continued walking, Scribe inadvertently came across a shop selling decorative items.

"Haganezuka Equipment"

In front of the shop, a child wearing Hannya Mask was walking slowly.

Ahead, two elderly people are playing chess.

"Urokodaki, this time, I've won."

"Hmm, not bad, Sang Island."

After passing two elderly people, the Scribe also saw three primary school students walking together.

Wow, what a handsome older brother!

"Is she a celebrity on TV?"

"I need an autograph!"

One of the girls shouted that she wanted an autograph.

Before she could even take out her pen and paper, Scribe handed her a piece of paper.

"Here, these are for you three."

After saying that, he continued walking forward.

I walked past a kindergarten with tall kindergarten teachers.

"Teacher Himejima, you're scaring the children!"

I walked past the plaque that should have belonged to a gymnastics champion.

"Congratulations to Usui on winning the gold medal."

I walked past a restaurant that used the White Snake as its signboard.

"Iguro Omelette Rice is worth trying."

I walked past a mother pushing a stroller.

"Oh dear, Mrs. Tokito, you've given birth to two boys."

"Yes, they are two brothers, and we don't know what names to give them."

Along the way, the Scribe passed by many people and witnessed many things.

Finally, he stopped.

This is a kendo dojo.

He has a great reputation because he has two highly skilled masters.

On weekdays, many children from the neighborhood like to come here to study.

"Ichi Sword Dojo"

Looking at the names on the list, the Scribe's lips curled up slightly.

He then pushed open the door and went inside.

Upon entering, he heard the shouts of a group of young children.

At the same time, there was also the admonition of a young man.

"Raise your hands!"

Stand up straight!

"Don't take such big steps!"

Following the sound, the Scribe saw two men and a group of children in the center of the temple.

The two men looked remarkably alike.

They all had their hair tied in high ponytails at the back of their heads.

The only difference is that the two have different hair colors.

The older brother on the left is dressed in black.

The younger brother on the right is dressed in red.

"Who are you?"

Upon seeing the Scribe, the young man on the left stepped forward.

Do you also want to learn swordsmanship?

"If you'd like, you can sign up now."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Katsumi, and that is my younger brother, Yoriichi."

Upon hearing this, the Scribe smiled and said.

"Then, please do not hesitate to offer your guidance."

Chapter 680 Iwaichi Sword Dojo

Upon hearing this, Tsugikuni Michikatsu smiled.

They then dispersed the children in the vicinity.

He turned around and tossed a Bamboo Sword Fragment to the Scribe.

"Let's see what you're capable of first."

"So, have you studied this before?"

The Scribe smiled.

"I have some knowledge of it."

"I've learned a little bit."

"Then, I'm going to make my move."

Three minutes later.

Looking at the composed Scribe in front of him, Katsumi's eyes revealed disbelief.

Although the battle between the two sides was short, the power of the Scribe was clearly felt.

That swordsmanship far surpasses mine.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the Scribe even a fraction of an inch.

More importantly, Katsumi had a strange feeling that the other person's swordsmanship was very familiar.

"What exactly is going on?"

Just as Katsumi was wondering what was going on, he saw Scribe put down the Bamboo Sword Fragment in his hand.

"Been taught a lesson."

"Mr. Katsumi's swordsmanship is indeed superb."

"If given the opportunity, I hope to learn from you again."

Katsumi gave an awkward smile.

"You're not bad either, haha, your swordsmanship fundamentals are very solid."

As he spoke, Katsumi walked to Yoriichi's side.

"Can you understand it?"

"I can understand it, Elder Brother."

"What gives you the confidence to win?"

Katsumi was absolutely confident in dealing with Yoriichi.

From a young age, my younger brother was always better than me.

Whether it's physical fitness or swordsmanship, they must surpass me.

But Katsumi did not feel worried or jealous.

On the contrary, she is proud to have such a younger brother.

"We can't win."

After thinking for a moment, Yoriichi answered decisively.

"Each time he dodged an attack, he only moved a very small distance."

"This level is far beyond what we can compare to now."

Upon hearing this, Katsumi couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah, I guess they're just here to make fun of us."

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose Ichi Sword Dojo.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen men in black pushed open the door and entered.