Two Hundred and Sixty. Bamboo Swordsmanship

"It turns out that I am a wine merchant, and I usually have some money in business. Why don't I sponsor some money for Yixin Dojo." Reinhardt said with a smile, "Just treat it as my tuition during this time."

"Okay, okay." Before Koushiro could answer, Zoro said something first, and then he responded: "Hey, you said you were a wine merchant... a wine merchant?"

"yes."

"Then why don't you give us some wine..." Zoro said in a low voice, and then saw Koushiro's eyes again, so he lowered his head and continued to eat.

This guy... Reinhardt is a little speechless. At such a young age, it is estimated that the only thing left in his head besides swordsmanship is wine.

However, this is also a kind of inheritance of swordsmen, and there must be an inseparable connection between wine and swordsmen.

"No problem, I will take care of the ingredients, weapons, equipment and wine for Yixin Dojo in the future. Reinhardt will take care of me."

"Hey, so your name is Reinhardt...that's a strange name." Zoro took another sentence, and Guina, who was eating next to him, also raised his head and looked at Reinhardt, as if he didn't like this strange name. Also a little interested.

All the teenagers were gobbling it up, and most of them didn't pay much attention to the conversation of a few people.

Hearing his introduction, Koushiro also knew his name for the first time, and still just smiled and shook his head: "The gym has its own food, and some bamboo swords are also made by themselves, and they are placed in the wine, as a swordsman. In other words, drink less, it's a poison that makes your palms tremble."

"Really...hahaha." Reinhardt clearly disagreed. "It would be too boring to live a lifetime without alcohol."

However, during this period of time in Yixin Dojo, it is obviously necessary to stop drinking.

After a while, the apprentices had completely finished their meal, and all the food was swept away on the huge table, and after a while, the childish shouts of the teenagers could be heard from the courtyard.

huh...

It was the sound of the boys waving their bamboo knives in unison.

Reinhardt walked to the door and saw the children in the yard waving bamboo knives, so he smiled and looked at Koushiro next to him: "Do these children practice like this every day?"

Koushiro smiled and pushed his eyes: "The morning is the time for them to study the culture class, the afternoon is the time to practice swordsmanship, and the evening is the time for free practice."

Arrangements are also reasonable.

"This is for you." At this time, Koushiro handed over a weapon.

"Bamboo knife?" He was a little puzzled.

Koushiro nodded: "Yes, let's try it with this. After all, things like steel are metal, and the killing aura is a little heavier."

"Are you asking me to cut grass?"

"Hold it with both hands and be careful to control your strength, otherwise my gym won't have that many bamboo knives for you to practice." Koushiro smiled, and after he finished speaking, he went into the room and took a shovel and a bucket.

Reinhardt nodded, and there was no problem with what he said. As long as he could improve his strength and break the bottleneck of kendo, he could do anything. Besides, things like chopping grass were too easy for him. .

However, seeing Koushiro's behavior, he was a little puzzled: "This is you?"

"In addition to being a gym teacher, I'm also a farmer." Koushiro turned his head and squinted and smiled, "If you want to live, you have to eat. I plant some vegetables to keep these children from starving."

"You... adopted these children?" Reinhardt was a little surprised, but he never thought that all these children in Yixin Dojo were adopted by Koushiro.

"Part of it..." Koushiro turned around and walked out towards the backyard.

Although hidden from the world, he has a heart to save the world.

Reinhardt shook his head mockingly, and walked towards the straw man pile with the bamboo knife.

He had practiced the wooden figurines in his previous life, but he had never chopped the straw figurines in kendo.

Reinhardt held the bamboo sword in both hands, reduced his strength to a minimum, and waved it towards the straw man pile, bang!

After the bamboo knife collided with the straw man stake,

There was a crisp sound, but... the bamboo sword in his hand seemed to have cracked, which surprised him very much. No wonder Koushiro let him control his power. It seems that he saw the problem with Reinhardt's swordsmanship.

I just used a little bit of strength, did it break?

Reinhardt looked at the handle of the bamboo knife in his hand, feeling rather helpless. He had already weakened his strength to the extreme just now, but the bamboo knife in his hand was still unbearable.

He looked around the gymnasium, and found that there were more than 20 bamboo knives in the corner, so he walked over and took a bamboo knife and continued to practice.

Boom...a broken one.

Boom...a broken one.

Bang bang bang bang... 15 bamboo knives were broken.

By the evening, the more than 20 bamboo knives in the gym had all been broken, but his control of power had also been further improved. It seemed that this method was really effective.

"Hey, you broke all the bamboo knives we used for training." One of the dojo disciples couldn't help shouting when he saw the broken bamboo knives all over the place.

At this time, Koushiro was also busy. After seeing this scene, he was not angry. Instead, he squinted and smiled and said, "Since it's all broken, let's make some."

"How do you feel? Bamboo knives are not completely useless, right?" Koushiro said with a smile, and Reinhardt scratched his head: "You are right, maybe this is something that can't be obtained by being blindly strong."

"You are very smart, but your mind is too extreme."

Looking at Reinhardt with some doubts, Koushiro continued: "You may think that what I said is wrong, you should think that you are a smart, calm and extremely intelligent person, and your self-control of emotions is also unparalleled by ordinary people. How can a person be an extreme character... eh?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was deeply moved by what he said. After being silent for a while, Reinhardt nodded: "To be honest, I never thought I would be a person with an extreme temperament."

"You seem gentle on the surface, but you are extremely domineering in your bones. You have to suppress the domineering of others all the time. Your subordinates should absolutely obey you, right?"

"Does it matter?" Reinhardt didn't understand, but he vaguely understood, but he didn't want to admit it, especially when Koushiro let him take a shower, change his clothes and put on his robes. Already realized this.

Koushiro is obviously not a arguing person, he just smiled and replied softly: "Maybe yes, maybe no, just try another option, it won't do you any harm."

Seeing that Reinhardt nodded slightly, he continued to speak.

"The sword is just like human nature. What kind of character you have, you have what style of swordsmanship, so your swordsmanship is extremely fierce and iron-blooded." Koushiro continued, "It's hard to change a person's temperament, but the style of swordsmanship is hard to change. But it can be guided.”