“Based on traditional swords, the so-called basic sword forms are nine types with thirteen cuts.
Today I will demonstrate them all once so you can all watch.
Later, depending on progress, we will teach them one by one.”
Type 1: Single Technique!
4 cuts!
Frontal strike: Type 2: Two and Three Stage Technique!
2 cuts!
Type 3: Sweeping Strike!
1 cut!
Type 4…
Type 5…
Type 6…
Type…
After finishing the nine forms, Koushiro slowly sheathed his sword.
Even though he was using a wooden sword, one could feel the chilling aura.
After sheathing his sword, Koushiro returned to his harmless appearance.
As expected of a swordsmanship master with a lineage, his aura could be controlled at will.
Noah, watching from the small training ground,’s eyes sparkled.
Basic Sword Forms Mastery: 30%
Basic sword forms are not difficult as they are the foundation of kendo.
Koushiro, as a swordmaster, gradually demonstrated, and with the analysis ability he learned more.
He immediately reached 30% mastery.
All basic movements have been memorized.
Even if he doesn’t watch anymore, Noah can increase his proficiency in basic sword forms through his own practice.
“Now, I will teach you the first type, the first three cuts.
Take a large step forward, then two small half-steps back…”
Koushiro was quite attentive to the students who had paid tuition.
Besides demonstrating, he also broke down the techniques.
Basic Sword Forms Mastery: 31%
It seems repeated observation doesn’t give that much analysis.
“How much have you memorized?”
“Everything.”
“Good.
Now, go practice on the field.
I’ll be there later to correct your movements.”
Koushiro wasn’t surprised.
The sea is full of miracles and geniuses.
It’s just basic sword forms; many people remember them after seeing them once.
But he didn’t know that this young boy had actually memorized all nine forms.
Noah returned to the small training ground and started training with the regular disciples.
The Shimotsuki Dojo is famous in the East Blue, and it also has some reputation among the nearby islands.
Many families send their children to study kendo for various reasons.
Many young people who want to go to sea also actively come to train, intending to spend a few years learning before setting sail.
Commoners at sea also yearn for strength.
Reality has taught everyone that swords are more effective than words in critical moments.
So, there were children of all ages on the training ground.
The older ones were older than Noah, and the younger ones were about seven or eight years old.
Koushiro basically accepted everyone.
Noah grabbed his wooden sword and began practicing the first form with meticulous care.
He didn’t feel that memorizing nine forms meant he could move on to the next.
He didn’t understand much about kendo and felt that following the guidance of a swordmaster-level teacher was the right choice.
The analysis ability was analyzing his movements, clearly seeing any uncoordinated points.
It was like an internal view.
He swung each sword with seriousness, knowing that every drop of sweat was a step towards success.
Noah hoped his foundation would be as solid as steel.
His mature perspective and self-control helped him as much as any cheat.
After a while, Koushiro came to the training ground, leaning on his wooden sword, and inspected the disciples, correcting their mistakes.
When he saw Noah, he was slightly surprised.
Because Noah’s sword forms were very standard, which shouldn’t be the case.
When beginners practice sword forms, they always have some personal habits and small movements, or errors in rhythm.
But Noah was very standard, almost exactly like his own demonstration just now, which surprised Koushiro.
He watched silently for a while and then left, but it left a mark on his mind.
Perhaps after experiencing his past, his desire for strength surpassed his instincts.
After lunch, they continued to hone the first sword form in the afternoon.
Noah returned home, exhausted, only when it was almost dark and he had cleaned his wooden sword.
Robin had prepared dinner and was waiting for him.
Under the warm light, Noah, with trembling hands, held a bowl of rice and picked up food with shaky chopsticks, making Robin laugh heartily.
They ate and chatted, two lonely souls finding solace in each other under the dim yellow light.
This warm environment made Robin feel very safe and cherished.
She wished for this life to last forever.
She was a smart child, the youngest scholar in Ohara.
Reason told her that this life wouldn’t last.
She would never forget the flame of anger in Noah’s eyes that day.
Although Noah hid it now, she knew that one day when this inferno erupted, the world would be shocked.
After dinner, Robin voluntarily washed the dishes.
To be precise, with her hands crossed in six rounds, the dishes were taken to the kitchen by small hands and washed.
Afterward, they went to the study.
The study contained many miscellaneous books of various types.
These were books bought through the World Economic News agency under the guise of research.
When Robin had free time, she would read these books.
Compared to Noah, who flipped through books with a clear purpose, Robin truly loved reading.
The joy of reading quietly in the study was second only to being with Noah.
Just like in the West Blue, Noah dictated, and Robin wrote down the new chapters of “Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure.”
After his soul became a cheat, the knowledge from his previous life and memories of books and movies seemed to have solidified into segments of information.
As long as he recalled them, they would appear clearly and not take up brain memory.
It was absolutely convenient and useful, like a soul hard drive.
While dictating the novel, Noah was also conceiving his action plan.
He would occasionally flip through some miscellaneous books to find answers, and sometimes he would ask Robin when he didn’t know where to look.
Then, a few small hands would pull out books and hand them to him, even helping to turn the pages.
Noah really wanted to say that the Flower-Flower Fruit is the greatest of all time.
They had to rest by 10 o’clock.
Both Noah and Robin needed sufficient sleep because they were still growing and couldn’t overexert themselves.
The extensive training every day also required a good spirit to cope.
They couldn’t slack off on their strength at all.
They said goodnight to each other, and when they opened their eyes again, it was morning.
His body had fully recovered.
There was still some soreness, but it was bearable.
He ran around the village twice in the early morning, ate breakfast at home, and then headed to the Shimotsuki dojo to continue his training.
It was still the same monotonous first form.
Noah continued to train diligently, swinging his sword again and again with a focused mind.
Koushiro glanced and left.
For the next month, Noah lived like this.
Koushiro didn’t teach the second form, so Noah didn’t practice it, even if he knew it.
He knew Koushiro’s character and trusted that Koushiro wouldn’t act without reason.
Even when other disciples learned the subsequent sword forms, he continued to diligently practice the first form.
Others didn’t understand why Noah wasn’t anxious at all, but Noah himself knew that he was progressing every day on the analysis ability panel.
Basic Swordmanship Mastery: 40%
With this visible progress, there was nothing to worry about.
One day, a month later, Koushiro watched Noah’s sword practice for a while and thought silently.
“Adam, come to the inner room for a moment.”
“Yes, Master.”
They sat facing each other.
“You are very good.
You train diligently and arduously.
You have talent and know how to be self-disciplined.
You are far stronger than others in cultivating your mind.
You will become a powerful person.”
“However, there are a few issues.
First, physical fitness.
Although your nutrition is good, you started late, and your body was depleted before.
A swordsman whose body is not strong cannot reach the peak.
But this can be solved.
I have the Shimotsuki family’s secret formula for potent medicine that can be used with body tempering.
The cost of some medicinal herbs should not be a problem for you.
The second problem is more serious: your heart is not sincere towards kendo.”
When Koushiro said he could solve the physical fitness problem, Noah was overjoyed.
This issue had been bothering him for some time.
His soul was special, and his spirit was resilient.
However, his physical fitness was too ordinary, slowing down his training progress.
It was truly a case of having the will but not the strength.
Since there was a solution, he felt more relaxed.
Although the medicinal herbs for the secret formula would definitely be expensive, he thought it would be affordable with his current royalties.
As for the insincere heart…
“You don’t need to answer the second question for now.
Reply to me after you’ve finished practicing all the basic sword forms.
Here is the formula.
Take it.
Don’t show it to anyone else.”
“Yes, Master.
Your disciple will definitely protect the formula well.
I thank you deeply for your guidance.”
Taking the formula with both hands, Noah was truly grateful for Koushiro’s earnest desire to cultivate him.
He had accepted him into the school despite his hidden issues and then given him the Shimotsuki secret medicine.
This kindness was too profound.
Kuina, your life is safe with me.
The World Government won’t be able to take you, I promise.