A Noble Heart Says So

After Li Qinwu finished plowing the field, he let out a shout, performed a Contra jump, then followed it with a sweeping kick, a straight punch, a jab, and an Arnold smile upon landing.

Then came a front double-biceps pose, a front lat spread, a side chest pose, a back double-biceps pose, a back lat spread, a side triceps pose, and he finished with a crab pose!

After that standard routine, waves of astonished cries rose from below as the old farmers exclaimed.

"This lord is so magnificent!"

"This lord is so handsome!"

"I'd say this lord still has plenty of charm!"

Amid everyone's chirping flattery, Li Qinwu proudly walked back with Genpei.

After dinner, while the sun had yet to set completely, Genpei began teaching his eldest son swordsmanship.

They stood in the courtyard, each holding an oversized, elongated wooden sword. After exchanging bows and facing off, they began hacking at each other.

Li Qinwu sat beneath the eaves of the wooden steps, picking his teeth with a toothpick as he watched the father and son practice swordsmanship.

Genpei traded blows with his son, their wooden swords colliding with dull, thudding bangs.

They exchanged dozens of blows without either of them becoming short of breath, and their movements were exceptionally swift.

After another clash, both of them withdrew.

Taro looked delighted. It was clear that he was satisfied with his improvement, but Genpei offered instruction.

"The swordsmanship passed down through the Minamoto House since ancient times, the Heart-Steel Iron-Cutting Style, requires a swordsman not only to temper his body, but also to temper his heart.

"Your heart must be as hard as steel before you can cease to fear iron!"

He weighed the wooden sword in his hand.

"Your swordsmanship is already very polished, and your movements are already