From the second day onwards, Nasuyoichi did not continue to the samurai school. Instead, he went to the Iron Country's library.
What the samurai school taught was nothing more than the most basic history, culture, sword techniques, footwork, and so on. At present, other than the secret code class, the rest of the classes were of no value to Nasu Yuichi. It would only be a waste of time if he went.
Mifune naturally understood this, so she agreed to Nassauichi's request to learn by himself.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The sound of flipping books could occasionally be heard in the quiet library. There was almost no one in the empty library.
"'Analysis of the Instant Steps of a Samura',' How to Use the Chakra Rationally ',' How to Distinguish a Good Sword'…" Nasu Yoichi scanned the books on the bookshelf and saw a layer of dust on them. He immediately understood that no one had read these books in the library for a long time.
" That's true. Even in my previous life, many people were unwilling to go to the library, let alone such a chaotic Ninja Realm…" Nasu Yuichi shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry." They live a precarious life every day. If they have extra time, they would basically spend it cultivating or drinking. Who would be willing to spend time in the library…"
He casually picked up a book titled " Biography of Nasu Yoichi " and shook his head with a smile." It's quite awkward to have the same name. Speaking of which, many people in the Iron Nation have the same names as people from the Warring States Period in my previous life. Indeed, Kishimoto's history has been inspired by many things…"
Just as Nasu Yuichi was quietly sitting on the ground, looking for prey one by one, a figure was running anxiously. He did not see Nasu Yuichi sitting on the ground and tripped on the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey, little girl, isn't it inappropriate to run so fast in the library?”Natsuya looked at the little girl on the ground with a dark expression and reminded her helplessly. In order to emphasize the importance, she reminded her again," This is the library!”
"Hmph, there aren't many people who come to the library in a year anyway. Na Xujun!" Although the little girl's nose was red from the fall, she only gently brushed her clothes and did not cry.
At this moment, Suyoichi had also clearly seen the appearance of the person in front of him and spoke with some uncertainty.
"You're Yuki Tachibana from the right corner?”Xu Yuyi raised his eyebrows and spoke with uncertainty.
"Your impression of me is only in the right corner?”Yuuki Tachibana crossed her arms and squatted down. She mumbled as she stared at Suyoichi. She then looked at the book in Suyoichi's hand and asked," Why aren't you in class?"”
"There's nothing to learn in school.”Nasu Yoichi shook his head lightly. As he spoke, he looked at the book in his hand." Instead of wasting time in a place like school, it's better to come here and enrich yourself." But you're only talking about me. Why are you here?”
Before he could finish his sentence, Xu Yuyi saw a shallow bloody wound on the thumb of his left hand.
'Did you leave this behind when you were practicing the Juhe Slash? " I didn't expect this little girl to be so hardworking…" Looking at the small wound on Yuki Tachibana, Natsuya's evaluation of her rose by a level. After all, let alone women who practiced saber arts diligently, 99% of the people who picked up sabers in the Country of Iron were men. Female warriors were simply rare animals!
"Hmph, you're the only one who can't learn, but you can't allow me to not learn?”Yuuki Tachibana pouted and sat on the ground, kicking his legs." I'm a genius!”
"But speaking of which, why do you like archery?”Little stars of curiosity flashed in Yuuki Tachibana's eyes. She took a few steps forward and stared at Suyoichi's eyes.
"Since ancient times, archers have been dying…I mean, I've loved archery since I was young. Moreover, compared to saber techniques, I'm more talented in archery.”Naxu Yuichi moved back slightly and explained.
"What a strange fellow." Yuuki Tachibana's body fell backward onto the ground." You're clearly quite talented in saber arts. Yesterday's Juhe Chop was at least at the level of a low-level samurai, right?"
A low-level samurai corresponded to a Genin, but usually, in a battle between a samurai and a ninja of the same level, the final winner would be the ninja. The intermediate and superior samurai corresponded to the chuunin and jounin respectively, while the general and general corresponded to the elite jounin and shadow level.
However, there were exceptions among the generals. Some warriors who were not as strong as high-level warriors but had made many contributions could also be promoted to a general. The position of a general was not so much a hierarchy of strength, but more of an honor.
"Just like what I told the person from the Nikoki family yesterday.”Natsuyoichi shook his head." I'm not interested in saber techniques.”
"In other words, you don't deny that you have a strong talent in saber techniques?”The corners of Snow Tachibana's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
Whoosh!
Footwork, Instant Footwork!
A lean, capable, and somewhat handsome man in his thirties with a long braid appeared beside him. He was only wearing armor. He scratched his head and said helplessly.
The male samurai had a pitch-black tachi strapped to his waist. One could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary item!
'When I was young, I was a handsome guy.'That was Nasu Yoichi's first reaction.
"Young miss, it's about time to go back.”The man yawned and said helplessly.
"Young Miss?" Nayoichi frowned and began to think about Tachibana Daoxue's identity.
"I understand." " You…" Frigid Snow pursed her lips and waved at Xuyu with a smile." Strange guy, I'll come and find you another day!"”
Before the warrior left, he looked at the smiling Yuuki Tachibana and then glanced at Whiskers Yoichi. He said in a voice that only Whiskers Yoichi could hear,""Eldest Miss seems to like you very much. Work hard, genius archer!”
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