It was because of the influence of the Tang and Song Dynasties in China.
Nihon's Kendo actually contained a lot of Chinese culture.
There were some deeper reasons why Japan still respected Kendo in a modern society where guns were already available. The more important reason was the spiritual effect that practicing Kendo could bring to people.
The way of the sword could nourish Qi. This was based on the concept of traditional Chinese martial arts, which emphasized consciousness and relaxation to achieve the goal of nourishing the body, spirit, and energy.
At the same time, it could also cultivate one's concentration, observation, judgment, and action.
However, to achieve such an effect, it was not something that could be achieved in a year or two.
If a Kendo practitioner wanted to achieve success in this area, it would usually take three, five, ten, or even twenty years to achieve results.
The Poison Island Cultivator had been practicing sword arts since he was young, and he had already reached the level of a master.
But at this moment, Poison Island Witch had seen the strangest thing in her life.
Just now, Makoto Miyagu's expression changed. His pitch-black pupils seemed to have lost their emotions and became mysterious and emotionless. It was as if an endless black hole was about to suck in Poison Island's demon's mind.
How could they not look like human eyes? If she had to describe them, she felt that they should be the eyes of a god.
The moment Makoto Miyagu's expression changed, Poison Island's Tsuko felt that the advantage she had gained by bringing her opponent into her own rhythm with her slashes had instantly disappeared.
Makoto Miyagu suddenly shouted loudly, as if he had detonated the potential in his body. The veins on his arms bulged and surged with a powerful force.
After removing the restrictions on his brain, Makoto Miyagu unleashed all the power that his body should have.
"Block-block-block-"
Poison Island's Tsuyoshi switched from offense to defense, but each of Miyamiya's attacks was like a truck ramming into the ground, so Poison Island's Tsuyoshi could barely parry them.
This was not all.
Creak…crack…
As a series of bone-shaking sounds rang out, Poison Island Haruko realized that right in front of her, Makoto Miyagu was stretching her bones and tearing apart her own ligaments. This situation…this situation! It was simply unreasonable.
Stretching the ligaments was a compulsory course for both martial arts and dance. Only by pulling the ligaments apart could one use some powerful Kendo swordsmanship.
It was not an easy task to pull out the ligaments. When a child was still a child, it was the golden age for stretching the ligaments. Once a person's bones were fixed, it would definitely feel great to stretch the ligaments again.
However, what did Makoto Miyagu do?
In everyone's eyes, Makoto Miyagu's eyes turned indifferent. Then, his body made all kinds of unimaginable movements, turning the situation around in an instant and suppressing Poison Island's Tsunami.
The posture of Makoto Miyagu's sword was getting closer and closer to that of the Poison Island's Tsukiko. After a few minutes, they even felt like two Poison Island Senpai were fighting.
Even those who didn't understand sword arts couldn't help but be shocked by this scene.
Not to mention those who were proficient in martial arts.
Directly tearing his own ligaments in battle, was this something a human would do? Furthermore, even in the pain of tearing his ligaments, this guy was still able to maintain the best balance, the most precise control of his body, and the most agile reaction…
Many people in the Kendo Association could even tell that the reason why Seidojima wasn't defeated was because she was learning her swordsmanship...
"This…this is unbelievable. Is this what a genius is? Poison Island senpai had been practicing Kendo for more than ten years, and he had learned it in such a short time!？”
"Not only that, he's even transforming Senior Poison Island's sword technique into his own. He's not a genius, he's a monster! A real monster!"
Many Kendo Club members who had previously been hostile to Makoto Miyagu were now at a loss. On this day, Makoto Miyagu had made them truly feel the fear of being dominated by a monster. The swordsmanship that they had practiced for more than ten years could not even compare to a person who had only been in contact with swordsmanship for less than an hour.
Previously, Makoto Miyagu's swordsmanship was definitely not an act, and the sound of his ligaments being torn could not be fake either. He had really improved his swordsmanship to the level of Poison Island Senpai in such a short period of time, and he was even surpassing her.
"Huff huff…"
Beads of sweat dripped down her smooth cheeks and soaked her Kendo uniform. Poison Island Girl looked at Makoto Miyagu who had suddenly stopped. She liked fighting and the pleasure of slashing. However, she could not feel the pleasure of fighting with Makoto Miyagu.
Grievance…incomparably grievance.
"Senior Poison Island, thank you for your guidance. Next, please appreciate my newly created sword technique!”
The gratitude in Makoto Miyagu's voice was full of sincerity. He was really grateful to Poison Island's Tsuyoshi, and she could hear that. However, at this moment, she could not enjoy the gentle and polite smile that she had when she was facing other juniors.
At this moment, her heart was filled with bitterness.
His ten-plus years of Sword Dao had been surpassed by the other party in a short period of time. Fortunately, the Poison Island Cultivator's mental state was high enough. If it were an ordinary person, they would have collapsed by now.
For example, Takeshi Kojiro was looking at Makoto Miyagi with fear and jealousy.
"New sword technique…Let me take a look! You are learning and creating sword techniques from me.”
After calming himself down, the Poison Island Cultivator suppressed his disappointment, bitterness, and unwillingness as he asked with a hint of anticipation in his voice.
She had already confirmed that Makoto Miyagu was definitely a rare genius of Kendo in the past thousand years. It was unfortunate to be a swordsman of the same generation as such a genius, but it was also fortunate to be able to witness the growth of this genius.
Although it was a little strange to say this, Makoto Jingu had never come into contact with Kendo before. Now, he had reached or even surpassed the level of Poison Island Haruko. Poison Island Haruko could be said to be his initial teacher.
Therefore, with such a strange feeling, Poison Island Girl was still looking forward to what he had learned and created from her.
"Senior Sister Poison Island, sorry for being rude!"
Makoto Miyagu squatted down slightly after he finished speaking. He straightened his back and placed the wooden sword at his waist.
"This posture is the Saber Drawing Technique?"
The Poison Island Cultivator looked at him with all his attention, not daring to relax.
There was no sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air, and many people did not even see Makoto Miyagu make a move.
But in an instant, Makoto Miyagu drew his sword.
"…This is…"
The Poison Island Witch stared blankly at the wooden saber in her hand. Before she could react, it had already broken.
Her wooden blade had broken, and she didn't even see how Makoto Miyagu had struck.
"What's the name of this move?" Poison Island's banshee asked.
"Sword Drawing Technique-First Form."
Makoto Miyagu replied.
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