Chapter 813: Look at It Differently

After a noisy night, the sword hunt continues, and struggles continue to be staged throughout Hirazaka.

But in some places, it's as quiet as ever.

In the courtyard opposite the teahouse, under the flow of water, the frightened deer knocked, making a crisp sound. On the white sand, there are plum blossoms falling on the dark rocks.

The slightly old samurai held the teacup and stared at the distant scenery quietly, comprehending the Zen spirit.

The movement paused slightly for a moment.

He looked towards the door of the tea room.

Behind the paper door, there were soft footsteps slowly approaching. The visitor stopped outside the door, not concealing his presence, but respectfully lowering his head and waiting.

After the samurai had finished drinking tea, the visitor gently knocked on the door and respectfully reported: "Master Sato, my disciple Yamanaka Furuya dares to see you."

Sato put down his tea cup and asked indifferently, "Why didn't you knock on the door in the first place?"

The young man outside the door lowered his head, "I dare not disturb your elegance."

Sato smiled, "Then you won't disturb me now?"

The voice behind the door became more and more respectful: "I have many things on my mind and it's really hard to be at ease. I'm afraid that I won't be able to see you when I meet the teacher."

"Now that you're here, come in."

Sato let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom.

There are so many students who want to flatter them, they are so pervasive and hard to guard against.

Especially after he took on the responsibility of the sword hunting referee, he became more and more attentive, and even the tea room where he occasionally took a break was visited.

The paper door opened, revealing a handsome young man kneeling outside the door.

Wearing the uniform of a dojo, he was carrying a long ornately decorated sword, but the scabbard looked too gorgeous, not like a murder weapon, but like a work of art.

Although there are traces of holding a sword on the fingers, there are no calluses.

A flamboyant person with little martial arts.

Sato glanced at it and asked, "Since you're here, do you want to drink tea with me?"

"Disciples don't dare."

Yamanaka raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and picked up a box from his side: "I just came in and found something by chance. I don't dare to cherish it for myself. Please ask Sato Shifan Yajian."

Sato didn't want to look at it at first, but just planned to wave him and let him get out with his things.

But the young man moved quickly and opened the exquisite box directly, slowly pushing the contents in the box forward.

Sato's raised arm paused.

Among the soft brocade, the ancient tea cauldron reveals its true appearance.

The tea cauldron is forged from black iron, but its style is indescribably delicate and light. The texture is as fine as fish scales and contains strands of essence. A mysterious and quiet charm rushes towards the face, making people feel heart-broken. There was a sudden silence.

It is not a precious border relic, but after being nurtured by tea ceremony masters for decades, the tea cauldron has generated its own essence, which is rarer than any border relic.

It is really rare to find elegant and wonderful things.

Even though he didn't like the arrogant people, having such a beautiful teapot in front of him made Sato involuntarily feel happy. Now, following the actions of the young man Yamanaka, the tea cauldron was pushed in front of Sato.

So close.

Sato lowered his eyes and looked at the ancient and weathered cauldron body. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched it gently. His hands felt slightly cool, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the hallucinatory fragrance of tea.

"This is really a rare and wonderful thing..."

In the long silence, Sato finally raised his eyes and his expression became serious: "If you use it for tasting by an old and dim-sighted person like me, I'm afraid the pearls will be covered in dust, right?"

Yamanaka couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

The young man's smile is so warm and gentle, which makes people feel good.

"In the final analysis, it's just a teapot." Yamanaka replied without losing his manners. "People who like it will see it as valuable, but people who don't like it will just regard it as rags. It can be seen that thousand-mile horses often exist, but bole does not always exist. have."

"Yeah, Bole doesn't happen often."

Hearing this, Sato recalled the difficult years and was filled with emotion.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked at the disciple in front of him: "But Mr. Yamanaka, you compare me to Bole, but you are really not a horse that covers a thousand li, so what can I teach you?"

The young man lowered his eyes and replied respectfully: "I don't dare to ask for anything, I just hope that I can always listen to your teachings."

"I go to the dojo every Friday. If I want to teach, why don't you come to my class?"

"Of course I hope you can look at me differently."

When he said this, the young man raised his head and let the teacher in front of him look at him with sharp eyes, hiding the trembling of his fingers, trying to show his strength.

Sato was silent for a moment and laughed softly.

"Very good, Mr. Yamanaka." He said, "I will accept the teapot. I will see how you behave."

"Then, I'll take my leave."

The young man said goodbye politely, took two steps back, finally saluted again, and gently closed the door for him.

The footsteps gradually left.

In the silence, Sato looked down at the tea cauldron in the box. After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed his colleague's number.

"This is Fujihira."

"It's me." Sato asked, "I remember that you have a disciple named Yamanaka Furuya?"

"In the mountains?"

Fujihira thought for a moment: "There are so many disciples in the dojo, so I have no impression, but I remember that there seemed to be a Yamanaka who donated money to come in. His family belonged to the Honshu Agricultural Cooperative, and they had plenty of money. After only a few classes, there was a group of bad friends. . But he is very measured and has never caused any trouble."

Fujihira asked, "Is he going your way?"

"yes."

Sato said calmly: "If you perform well, it would be good to accept him as an official disciple."

Tengping on the other end of the phone suddenly understood.

"Then you want a treat."

At this time of year, there are quite a few dojo disciples who come out for activities like this, hoping to find a way to enter the ranks or seek other transfers. Naturally, the teachers will not be too ruthless, and if possible, they will often be arrogant.

It is not uncommon for people to carry people in sedan chairs and everyone gets what they need.

Especially a disciple like Shanzhong.

Know how to measure, know how to advance and retreat.

He spends generously and pays homage to his teacher.

The benefits of teaching are endless.

But accepting a disciple is naturally impossible to be so hasty. It only depends on a one-time relationship. Naturally, it must be inspected for a long time to confirm that it will not cause trouble for itself before it can be officially considered.

And during this period, it’s time for the disciples to show off...

Sato narrowed his eyes, unable to help but feel expectant.

And the cheap disciple Yamanaka, who has not yet revealed his horoscope, moves faster than he imagined.

According to the surveillance video, at four o'clock in the afternoon, he had already set up the stall at the gate of the dojo.

Just three minutes before Sato arrived.

"Master Sato!"

Right in front of the gate of the dojo, before Sato even raised his head, he heard a majestic, sonorous, and energetic greeting. He was almost startled and almost pulled out his sword.

He raised his head and glanced around, only to find that it was a young man bowing respectfully in front of the door.

I remember the name is...an ancient house in the mountains?

We met again so soon.

The shouting was so loud that other people around, including disciples passing by inside and outside the dojo, looked over with curious eyes.

Sato was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood and couldn't help but smile.

This little guy is actually using himself to build momentum now?

You can see that in the basket behind him, there are hundreds of famous knives scattered around, the number is quite astonishing. If you can feel the aura of warriors who have been immersed in it for a long time, there is no doubt that it is genuine.

He suddenly understood a lot.

Although it’s unclear where he got so many samurai swords from and how much he spent on them, maybe he just wanted to make a big splash with his sword hunting this time, right?

Sure enough, it's very thoughtful.

That's why he wanted to do what he wanted in advance. If he, one of the sword hunting judges, could push him from behind, he would be sure of success this time, and he would be able to become famous among his peers in the future...

It's a pity that young people are still a little immature after all.

Why can't Sato see it?

Underneath this young man's seemingly calm and solemn appearance, his heart and pulse were in a mess, and he was already sweating profusely from nervousness...

Sato Shihan's expression became serious.

"Yamanaka!"

Suddenly, the ancient house in the mountain trembled and lowered his head: "The disciple is here!"

Seeing his trembling look, Sato smiled, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Young people should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and don't aim too high."

Although I don't intend to do bad things to good people, I still want to knock it out.

But after beating, you should also encourage more, otherwise wouldn’t you be giving away a favor in vain?

In this way, in front of many disciples, Sato heard the words and encouraged: "Come on, Yamanaka-kun, the future depends on you."

Yamanaka was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic and responded loudly: "Yes!"

Feeling the admiring glances coming from beside him, Sato smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the dojo.

Being sensible and polite can bring in money, especially if you have ideas...

My future inner disciple might have a bright future.

He thought so.

'Yamanaka Furuya' kept standing there and bowing respectfully. It was not until Sato Shihan walked away that he slowly straightened up and felt the subtle glances coming from around him.

A bit of indifference, a bit of ridicule, and a bit of hostility...

Seeing a dojo disciple whom they had never met before bring back so many achievements and receive praise from the referee, others suddenly felt bad.

A disciple who had just returned from the sword hunt and brought more than seventy sharp blades slowly walked forward with a sneer as if he was looking for trouble: "Hey, you are very unfamiliar."

Yamanaka stood there and looked away from the direction Sato Shihan left. His expression changed from a smile to a cold expression. He turned away from the visitor and asked, "Do you think you look familiar to me?"

The visitor was immediately furious.

But before he could do anything, the 'Old House in the Mountain' picked up the registration board at hand, holding a pen in his hand, and asked impatiently: "How many?"

"Um?"

The disciple who was looking for trouble was stunned and didn't understand.

"Are you here to have fun with me, bastard!"

Yamazaka's expression suddenly became angry, and he tapped the pen in his hand on the board, almost angrily: "How many times have I asked you? Didn't you go knife hunting? Don't cause trouble if you are under three years old!"

The young man slapped the table and said unhappily: "I'm registering here——"

"Ah?" The disciple who was making trouble was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted, "Log in, register? Register for what?"

"Of course it's the result of Sword Hunting!"

The ancient house in the mountain picked his nostrils: "We will all stay here to register and count. In the past few days, you guys have come back sporadically to report the counts. You still export so much at every turn. Are you using the normal school as a counting house? Gentlemen are already annoyed. That's right, otherwise why would you need me to do this job?

The teacher's college just came to inspect the work, weren't you there? "

"me……"

"What am I?"

Yamazaka pointed coldly at the large baskets and boxes beside him: "Put the things there and count them yourself! Don't make false reports, I always count them here!"

As he spoke, he patted the blackboard behind him, and immediately the names and the number of swords were displayed on it.

He glanced at the visitor impatiently, waiting for his answer.

My heart...has risen to my throat, and my calves have begun to twitch under the second-hand dojo uniform I bought.

Always be ready to escape.

"Seven, seventy-one handfuls..."

The visitor was shocked by his angry look, and seemed to finally understand. He subconsciously obeyed his command, put the knife in the frame, and let him take it away.

With the support of the teacher, there was no doubt about the origin of this person.

Anyway, this is the entrance to the dojo, so no one will be so bold as to play tricks under the eyes of the sword master, right?

The answer is yes.