The next day, Pei Zi Yun woke up early and rolled out of bed.
He could not afford to waste time. He woke up early to study. He took a look at the textbook and frowned. "The power of God cannot directly interfere with the cerebral cortex of the human body. I cannot understand it instantly."
"Even so, my comprehension ability has made up for my shortcomings. It is not difficult to learn. Besides, I have the memory of a teenager."
"Not to mention, although I cannot directly interfere with it, I can subtly influence it. If I were to add points in games, I would at least be able to gain 10 points in all aspects!"
Teenagers had the best memory. Furthermore, every adult knew that it was difficult to learn by oneself in primary and middle school. However, when one became an adult, it was very easy to learn from these textbooks, even if they did not have a particular field of study.
This was the difference in the depth and breadth of thinking, as well as the difference in methodology.
"Knowledge is connected. The correct way to learn is to first determine the overall framework, then fill in the blanks through the connections."
Mandarin, Society, Mathematics, Science, Music, Art, Health, Physical Education, Technology and Family, etc. The elective was foreign languages.
Pei Zi Yun only flipped through the textbooks once before he managed to create a web of knowledge for the science subjects.
"Based on this speed, I will only need half an hour a day to finish learning the knowledge for middle school within a year. I will have to think about the ones that require skills."
Time passed quickly when studying. Unknowingly, Pei Zi Yun heard sounds coming from the kitchen. It was Yamada Izumi making breakfast. He washed up and went downstairs.
Yamada Izumi saw Pei Zi Yun coming down and greeted him with a smile. "Shinichi, did you sleep well last night?"
As a traditional Japanese family, Pei Zi Yun bowed slightly and replied, "I slept well, mother."
He then greeted Yamada Kazuhiko, who was sitting at the dining table and reading the newspaper. "Good morning, father."
In reality, unless it was a holiday, it was only at this time that he could see the head of the family. Yamada Kazuhiko put down the newspaper and said, "Shinichi, I heard that you want to learn Kendo? Have you thought about joining the Kendo department when you go to middle school? "
"Hai, that's right. I've visited the Great General's Hall of History, and I'm very envious. I want to use my wooden blade to rule over the entire Japan, and become a Great General." Pei Zi Yun said loudly.
Yamada Kazuhiko laughed when he heard that, but he immediately felt that something was wrong. He couldn't discourage his son's enthusiasm, so he immediately said seriously, "Very good, Shinichi. With this determination, you will definitely become an outstanding Japanese man in the future, but you can't lag behind in your studies."
Kazuhiko Yamada had paid a price to get Yamada Shin into a famous private school. He wanted to have a bright future. In Japan, the primary schools were all about fostering teamwork. It was so important that knowledge gave way to knowledge. However, as one entered junior high school and higher education, learning became more and more important.
Even if they had to join a club for the sake of teamwork, good students could also join the study club (a club that specialized in studying after class).
"Don't worry, Father. I will definitely dominate the entire Milan Private High School in terms of academics."
"But since I've made up my mind, I can't retreat or run away if I'm a man. I can't be afraid of hardships and be a member of the Home Division and the Specter Society!"
"Don't worry." Pei Zi Yun naturally understood.
With collectivism, there would naturally be people who couldn't adapt to collectivism, or people who were ostracized.
It could be said that before the era of the Internet, otakus didn't exist. Because without the Internet, if you were alone, you would really be ostracized to death.
Before the Internet came, these people became delinquents and bikers. To a certain extent, they were losers huddling together to make themselves comfortable.
Many delinquents and bikers became yakuza when they grew up.
When the Internet came into being, individualism spread in Japan. Those who couldn't stand collectivism and were ostracized found connections and friends on the Internet, becoming otakus.
Most of the members of the Home Division and the Specter Society were otakus. Although this group continued to expand, they were still rejected and hated by the mainstream of Japan.
It could be said that if people thought that Japan had changed in the past twenty years, they had only changed from delinquents and bikers to otakus.
He was someone who wanted to conquer Japan with his wooden sword. How could he be a failure?
"Very good, very good. I'm relieved to hear that." Yamada Kazuhiko suddenly felt that all his hard work was worth it. His tone became gentler. "Sit down and eat."
Pei Zi Yun sat down and said loudly, "I'm starting!"
He picked up his bowl and ate. Seeing that Yamada Kazuhiko had finished eating, he quickened his pace and said to Yamada Izumi, "I'm done, mom. I'm going to turn on the computer to study."
At this moment, his sister Yamada Nanako walked down the narrow stairs and sat in front of the table. Yamada Izumi didn't eat with them. Instead, she was busy serving the family. When she heard Pei Zi Yun's words, she hurriedly said, "Even if you're studying, you can't work too hard!"
Pei Zi Yun nodded and turned on the computer. He skilfully searched for kendo videos.
With Pei Zi Yun's level, it was easy to tell if there was any real talent. Very quickly, he found a video of two men.
"Muto Youya and Iwatsuki Takeshi. Modern kendo?" Pei Zi Yun paid for the video and opened the online course. He fell into a daze.
"Hey, hey!" Hearing this voice, Yamada Izumi finished her work. She didn't make any sound as she approached slowly. She saw Xin Yi sitting in front of a small square table, staring at the computer screen. After looking at the content, she heaved a sigh of relief.
In the video, there was a man waving his sword, making all sorts of standard movements.
Gradually, Pei Zi Yun regained his senses. He moved his body and lowered his head to understand.
"Currently, there are no schools of kendo in Japan. This is from the Shinagawa shogunate. They broke down the techniques of various schools and formed the official kendo. After entering the modern era, they formed the Japanese Kendo Alliance."
"The movements have been broken down and made more scientific."
"On one hand, it's more comprehensive and standard. On the other hand, the direct killing techniques have been diluted."
All the techniques that were built on the body were interlinked. Pei Zi Yun only had to watch it once to understand all the basic movements.
"That's enough. Japanese kendo is just a framework. Even if there are so-called killing techniques, it's just an extension of this foundation."
"Now, it's time to train the body, so that it has muscle memory and can keep up."
"Xin Yi, to learn kendo, you can't just watch online courses. You have to practice by yourself." Yamada Izumi observed and said.
"You're right, mother." Pei Zi Yun smiled confidently and nodded his head. He picked up his wooden blade and said, "I'll go to the park to practice."
There were small parks everywhere in Japan. Pei Zi Yun quickly arrived at the nearest one. He found an empty space and picked up his wooden blade.
"1,100 yuan, would you like anything else?" In a shop not far from the park, the cashier smiled and asked Ishidu Seto, even though he looked like a homeless person.
"No, I don't want anything else." Ishidu Seto was eating noodles for breakfast. The noodles were very chewy. After cooling, they were placed in a soup base to eat. One could tell that it was cooked with bones and dried fish.
This was a rare delicacy. One had to know that there was basically no breakfast on the streets of Japan. For those who did not have breakfast at home, they could only buy rice balls and sandwiches in coffee shops or convenience stores.
It was rare to see a chain store selling noodles for breakfast. Furthermore, it was the luxurious version.
'How long has it been since I've had a good night's sleep?'
It was just a bowl of noodles, but Ishidu Seto felt his entire mouth awaken. His taste buds opened up. It was as though rain had arrived in the desert after a long period of drought. With this feeling, Ishidu Seto felt energized. His internal organs were also awakened. In the end, he felt even hungrier!
He could not wait any longer. Ishidu Seto ate the noodles and even drank the soup at double the speed of light. He felt blissful.
"Was it that primary school student?" Ishidu Seto whispered. "Was he the one who got rid of the nightmare that haunted me?"
"He's even more effective than many shrines!"
"Only a few big shrines can allow me to sleep so peacefully."
All of a sudden, his gaze turned towards the park.
"What a coincidence." Shidu Cheng and the others saw someone whom they had just met but left a deep impression on them. It was a 12-year-old boy with small hands and feet. He was practicing his sword skills.
"Eh, his movements are very accurate, and the connection is not bad."
"Is he a person who has been practicing kendo since he was young and has put in a lot of effort?"
The Japanese Kendo Alliance had broken down kendo and laid the scientific foundation of modern kendo. It could be said that the movements had been tempered and tempered. Although they had diluted the killing skills for the sake of competitions and training, it was actually very good as a foundation.
Ishidu Seto was an expert himself. He could tell at a glance.
"At this level, he has almost perfected the Ping method. One level is more than enough. Even if he were to take the test, he would have at least three levels!"
The so-called killing skills in Japan were the "art of war." The so-called "Ping method" had the same meaning as the "art of war." It also had the meaning of the "art of peace." As for the test standards, it was divided into ten levels and ten levels.
The so-called ten levels were the basic skills. One had to first obtain the highest level to qualify for the beginner level. The first level was a novice with a very solid foundation.
"If he can get an excellent teacher, he might become another super-class swordsman!" When Ishidu Seto saw that, he instinctively wanted to stand up and move over. But the next moment, he stopped in his tracks.
"Seto, have you fallen?"
"Although there aren't many outstanding instructors, they aren't few either. As long as he continues to practice, he will naturally appear in the sights of outstanding teachers."
"You clearly know that mortals should stay far away from them and shouldn't approach them. In fact, even approaching them might cause trouble and bring misfortune upon them."
"Even if it's a shrine, it can only be protected for a short period of time. If it's too long, there might be changes."
"You've already borrowed the luck of this primary school student and obtained a night of peace. Do you still want to continue being greedy and destroy others?"
Thinking to there, Shi Du Cheng turned to leave. Just at that moment, he heard a 'boom' and his vision went black.
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