With a loud ‘Ka’ sound, the knocked-out katana stabbed directly into the corner of the stage, the tip of the blade set into a small section of the wooden floor.
“Hu…” Konochi Kurusu let out a slow breath and slowly sheathed his sword in a calm motion.
It was only at this point that Araka Kibito realized it.
His own katana had just been knocked away by Konochi Kurusu.
Immediately, Araka Kibito smile wryly, shrugged and said helplessly. “Sure enough, it’s impossible to win you in swordsmanship, Kurusu.”
After Araka Kibito has just spoken, the surrounding bushis all talked with an unsurprising expression.
“Kurusu’s swordsmanship is really outstanding.”
“Even among all the bushi of the Yomogawa clan, Kurusu is the best in terms of swordsmanship, right?”
“That’s why Kurusu is Ms. Ayame’s personal bodyguard.”
“Kibito is also very good, but Kurusu is better in swordsmanship.”
The comments from the surroundings clearly reached Kibito’s ears on the stage, making the bitter smile on Araka Kibito’s face become even more intense.
Only Konochi Kurusu himself, as if he did not hear the surrounding bushi’s comments, had an almost cold expression on his handsome face.
Then Konochi Kurusu said.
“This level is nothing at all, it can be achieved by any bushi. But recently the bushi only use steam guns, forgetting that the sword is our original weapon.”
His words made the lively atmosphere around instantly cooled down a bit.
The bushi all showed a speechless expression, completely do not know what to say.
Araka Kibito also sighed slightly and said. “This can’t be helped. Only with the steam gun can we barely hold the station. It’s too difficult to deal with Kabane with just a sword.”
“I know, and I have no problem with this.” Konochi Kurusu closed his eyes, his face still calm. “It’s just that I myself feel a little ashamed to be boasted of such a level of swordsmanship.”
From Konochi Kurusu’s words, everyone could hear a feeling from his heart.
It is clear that Konochi Kurusu holds the dignity of bushi existence in high esteem, and does not want this dignity to be shamed at his own hands.
Of course, Konochi Kurusu was not unhappy with the widespread use of steam guns by the bushi today.
It was a necessary weapon to fight against Kabane, and Konochi Kurusu himself also used it, so he would not reject it.
However, unlike other bushi who relied on steam guns, Konochi Kurusu relied on more than just steam guns.
As a bushi, Konochi Kurusu believes that only the sword in his own hands is his true reliance.
As a result, Konochi Kurusu did not have the practice of abandoning swords and has been honing them.
Therefore, for Konochi Kurusu, the ten-day martial gathering is not used to vent, but to test his achievements, and constantly warn himself not to neglect the swords.
Araka Kibito knew this.
So Araka Kibito smiled and said to Konochi Kurusu. “Then I, the loser, will step down, so you can continue.”
Konochi Kurusu nodded and waited until Araka Kibito had retired, then looked around and said in a loud voice.
“Who will come up and fight me?”
These words echoed clearly around.
The bushi looked at each other, and finally simultaneously showed a dry smile.
“I-I don’t want to!”
“We can’t beat Kurusu in swords!”
As he watched each bushi shake their head one after another, Konochi Kurusu’s brow creased deeply.
At this moment, a voice that was more naive than the bushi suddenly sounded.
“Can I go up even without knowing swordsmanship?”
When this voice echoed clearly around, Konochi Kurusu was slightly stunned, and when he saw the speaker from the spectator, his somewhat cold and serious face could not help being stunned.
Not only Konochi Kurusu, but all the other bushi, including Araka Kibito, were stunned. Other than a surprised expression, there is only shock.
At the bottom of the stage, which was full of bushis, a hand was held high.
The owner of the hand was not any bushi known to the people present, his age was estimated to be less than 20 years old, and he was wearing strange clothes.
This is why every bushi present is shocked.
The person raising his hand is naturally Houri.
However, Houri had to raise his hand.
Because the moment Konochi Kurusu made the declaration to challenge someone on the stage, the system’s voice sounded in his head.
“No. 11273 Trigger B Rank Side Mission: Arena battle of Martial gathering.”
“Mission content: Challenge story character Konochi Kurusu.”
“Victory reward: 3000 CP.”
“Failure Penalty: None.”
“Note: Side Mission level is determined according to the strength of the MainGod envoy who accepts the mission, the level is divided into six grades from high to low: S, A, B, C, D, E. The higher the grade, the greater the difficulty. B Rank’s Side Mission has only one-tenth the success rate of the MainGod envoy that accepts the mission.”
It is because of this message that Houri raised his hand to challenge.
Although the success rate is only one-tenth, there is no penalty for failure anyway, why not try it?
But, for the uninformed people, Houri’s challenge seemed like a joke.
“Isn’t this the wanderer who started living here today?”
“A wanderer challenged Kurusu?”
“Is this guy looking down on bushi?”
The look of the surrounding bushi towards Houri gradually became more and more sinister.
Only Konochi Kurusu and Araka Kibito, who had been frowning, did not reveal any obvious hostility like the surrounding bushi, but they looked at Houri with a somewhat serious look.
“Martial gathering is a competition between bushi hosted by Yomogawa clan,” said Araka Kibito. “You are not bushi, I don’t think you are eligible to participate?”
“You’re just a wanderer.” Konochi Kurusu was even more unforgiving. “Don’t be overconfident.”
“Is it?” Houri shrugged and said directly. “That being the case, please teach this little kid who knows nothing.”
Hearing this, Konochi Kurusu’s eyes narrowed.