"Hey, Xiu. Do you know what happened to Master today? He got so angry."

Yonganjian training ground is not a big kendo training hall. There are only twenty or thirty interns who come to participate in training every day, but the technical style is quite high, mainly because the trainers here are called contemporary swordsmen.

Holy one - Muto Seiran.

Muto Shu, as Muto Seiran's son, was sitting upright around him at the moment. Next to him was a man wearing a hemp coat, with his chest open and his head open. There was a wooden sword lying in front of him, and he whispered to Muto Shudao.

Wu Tengxiu was also puzzled. He was fine when he went home yesterday, but he didn't know what had provoked him and made him so angry today. He said he didn't know and shook his head.

Tokyo, the capital of Japan. When Osamu Muto first came here, he thought he had just traveled back in time. But as he learned more about this world, he discovered that this was not the Japan he remembered at all.

There are monsters, ghosts, and supernatural powers here, and it is full of all kinds of fantasy elements. The most profound thing he remembers is that the building next to him suddenly caught fire one day, and there were about 300 people on the building who had no time to throw out.

There were many, but only one person came forward and marched forward, destroying buildings along the way, opening up the entire floor, and successfully rescued 300 people by himself. This is not the way a normal world should deal with it at all.

, but it seems quite common here. Everyone calls this character a hero because he has done something that others cannot do, so he deserves the title of hero.

Osamu Muto remembered the situation very clearly. When he saw the man coming out for the first time, he thought he was in the world of Avengers, but then the Japanese characters and the man's big avatar were everywhere, and he clearly realized

What's that man's name? All Might, a spokesman for the symbol of peace.

"I came to the world of "My Hero Academia". No wonder there are heroes with super powers everywhere. It has nothing to do with me anyway. I'd better be my primary school student!"

That's right, at this time, I was still a primary school student who had just entered this world and was in the first grade of elementary school.

According to the regulations of this world, everyone who is born over the age of four must go to the hospital for a physical examination to see if they have any special abilities. This world calls them "personality."

Personality is not special in life, it mostly comes from the inheritance of your parents. To put it simply, if your parents are capable, your son should also inherit half of it. Only a few people will have the situation like the protagonist, two

The two balance each other out and you become a "personalityless" person.

However, there are too few such examples, and Osamu Muto unfortunately became the same person as the protagonist, without personality.

To be honest, if you expect too much from yourself, you will often suffer more harm. But if you have been an ordinary person for decades, then such harm will be unnecessary.

He doesn't want to have high expectations for himself to become a hero like Midoriya. The temperament honed in the ordinary world will always only take things very lightly and not take them seriously.

So when he knew that he could not become a hero, he was inexplicably relieved. As mentioned earlier, his father is a contemporary sword master. Although he has no personality, his father's strictness towards him has been taught since he was a child.

, or in other words, have great expectations for him.

You can imagine how disappointed he felt when he knew that Osamu Muto could not go any further. His ability to hold back was due to the bond between father and son for many years.

Not long after this happened, he joined the Yong'an training ground as the director of the kendo gym and began his daily life of preaching and teaching.

In fact, Muto Shu knew why Muto Seiran made this decision. He was choosing a disciple. If his son could not pass on his swordsmanship, he could only choose a better disciple to take over the path he had not completed.

Now the attention returns to the scene. At the venue, the two people are clashing fiercely. Qinglan's sword blocks the incoming person's path with every turn, and every blow blocks the opponent's footsteps.

"Okay, Chia, that's it, give full play to every blow. Now don't think about the retreat, move forward, move forward, and move forward again. This is your direction, work hard and come forward."

Qiya heard Qinglan's voice whistling in his ears, and followed his instructions, hitting every blow with all his strength. People's potential can be stimulated in a high-pressure environment. The greater the squeeze, the more powerful it will be.

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He followed the teacher's instructions and used his full strength in every blow. Then on the basis of active and full strength, he kept squeezing his own potential. The audience in the audience were shocked, because they could clearly see Qinglan's strength.

His steps went from motionless to taking a small step back. He began to use force, which proved that Chia's attack had begun to work.

"Come on down. As long as you can make the teacher take a step back, we will treat you to dinner as a group."

Chang Yueming beside him was so excited that he wished he was the one on the field.

"Did you hear that? Kiya, try harder!"

The cheers around them were so loud that Wu Tengxiu didn't even think about why they were so excited. Isn't it just a game? Isn't it like this?

Hearing the shouts of the crowd around him, Chia couldn't help but feel excited. "Teacher, you have to be careful. I haven't practiced this move well yet. If I hurt your apprentice, I can only say sorry."

"Okay, take it out and let me see it. Maybe I can give you some pointers."

Qinglan was even more happy when she heard this, and they met each other

About to close the momentum, each took a step back, preparing to fight to determine the outcome. The strong atmosphere on the field affected the mood of the people watching below. The atmosphere felt so intense that they did not dare to express their anger.

The two of them took a good stance, keeping their eyes on each other, with their hands on the handle and the sword pointed downward. This is a very common starting position for sword drawing in martial arts. Only the last sword is left, and you should put all your usual efforts into it to surprise the opponent!

Chia's eyes widened with anger, and he immediately pulled out the sword in his hand. Qinglan's sword almost clashed with it at the same time. After the two competed in the air, Chia's sword was knocked down and slipped away from his hand.

"Thank you for your guidance, teacher." After finishing his exercises, Chia bowed deeply to the teacher respectfully.

"Well, it's very good. Especially the last one shows that you don't slack off. You have improved very quickly recently and you will continue to work hard in the future."

"Yes, teacher."

Qing Lan smiled when he saw him come off the stage, and when he saw the audience welcoming him like a hero, he showed a satisfied smile. Yes, working hard to live your own life is the way to live in this century.

But then I saw that Muto Osamu did not come forward to congratulate him, but sat there quietly by himself, staring at him.

He walked over and asked, "Why don't you play with them?" Muto Qinglan knew in his heart that his son was a bit withdrawn and few people of his age could talk to him.

"The age difference is too big and we can't play together."

I don't see anyone of the same age who can play with you, Muto Qinglan complained in his heart.

"Are you thinking of something bad?"

Muto Shu seemed to have noticed Muto Qinglan's thoughts and looked at him expressionlessly.

"No, I have no idea. You've thought too much!" Muto Qinglan chuckled.

"Well, do you want to come up and try it? I see that you have been doing it down there for a long time. Come on to the ring and stretch your muscles. Sitting too much is not good for children."

You also know that doing this is not good for children, so why do you urge me to do those things every day? Why haven't you considered whether my health is good or not? Muto Shu really wants to tell him what he is thinking at this time.

But he didn't dare. Don't look at how he dared to contradict her face to face just now. But in fact, if Muto Qinglan becomes serious, he will not care if you are a child or not, everything must be done according to his rules. If you don't do it, he will serve you according to the family law.

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Wu Tengxiu took a quick look at the venue and found that they had indeed gone to watch Chia and congratulate him. For a while, no one could help him top the tank.

Okay, I accept this loss.

Wu Tengxiu stood up, picked up the bamboo sword beside Chang Yueming, and stepped onto the stage.

Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Muto Osamu. I am nine years old and have just entered the third grade of elementary school. My father is the tall and burly contemporary swordsman in front of me - Muto Seiran.

He was very strict with me. Ever since I was in elementary school, I had never been able to live a normal life for a day. The amount of training I did every day was far more than ordinary people. He often said to me, "What are you doing?"

How can the son of a sword master start at a weaker position than others?"

Well, I admit that this sentence does have some effect, because when I first came here, I also knew that the starting line was very precious. Not to mention that I got such a father with the highest reputation, so I cherish his hard-won.

I practiced desperately to not let myself be disgraced.

However, sometimes I am also very distressed. My hard training is not as good as those who have developed their individuality in one month. After three years of hard work, I finally split the grass and trees, but those who have developed their individuality can achieve it in less than one month.

, the grass and trees are no longer in sight, why am I working so hard?

Okay, without further ado, let’s go back to the scene. Shuu Muto took the stage with his bamboo sword and faced his father. What a nine-year-old child can do. No one knows and no one will pay attention. Everyone in the audience is still playing.

Of course, only Chang Yueming paid a little attention. After all, it was his knife I was holding in my hand, right?

"The competition is the same as in the past. As long as you can hit me, you win. Are you ready?" Muto Seiran stood up with his sword in hand, standing naturally like this without posing or taking any further steps.

Muto Osamu didn't think he was looking down on himself. It should be said that for all games played with children, he was serious about setting them up like this.

"I'm here." Muto Shu drew his sword and leaned forward. The knife went from bottom to top and stabbed Qinglan's chin. Qinglan was familiar with his son's offensive. From the moment Muto Shu started,

, his hand was already placed below, and he began to move up from the bamboo sword. The sword in his hand also swung, and he moved his sword fingers. The two soldiers met for a moment, and Mutoxiu turned around and retreated. The two of them moved in unison.

To outsiders, Muto Osamu's offensive looks like it's coming to your doorstep.

"It's no different from usual, haven't you made any progress?" Muto Qinglan knew his son's swordsmanship very well. The battle just now was basically the same as usual, without any progress at all.

"Who says I haven't made progress? I have the ability to take this move."

Muto Shu held the bamboo sword on his back, slowly lying on the ground with all four limbs, and then disappeared with a whoosh.

"This is interesting. The speed has improved a lot compared to before, but it's still not enough." With just one sweep of his hand, he hit Muto Osamu's figure and knocked him off the stage.

"As expected, you are still the same as before, not making any progress."

After Wu Tengxiu was shot down from the audience, he stood up tremblingly. The brothers and sisters in the audience stopped joking.

Everyone obediently returned to their seats and listened to the teacher's instructions.

"If any of you want to come up, please come together!"

Muto Qinglan had just finished training his sons and was in a bad mood at the moment. Seeing that each of them had recovered to their original state, he didn't want to waste any more time and asked them all to go together. Today, he could go back early to rest.

After shouting about two or three times, the people in the audience just whispered among each other, but no one had the courage to come up.

He was so angry that he laughed, "Okay, you are all very good. I didn't expect that all those taught by me, Muto Qinglan, are a bunch of cowards. From today on, you don't have to come back. You can hire another master in the future."

Don’t tell others that you are my disciple Seiran Muto.”

Just as he was about to say that get out of class was over, three students walked out of the crowd and came on stage. One of them was Chang Yueming.

"We disciples cherish having the qualification to ask for guidance from the teacher. We are just worried that there will be a gap between the brothers, so you pushed me back and forth for a while and wasted time. Please forgive me, teacher."

Chang Yuoming was handsome and polite in speech. If he hadn't often liked to go into battle shirtless, everyone would have thought that he was a scholar and a poet instead of a sword-wielding warrior.

"Don't say nice things. If you have the ability, just work hard and see if you can."
To be continued...