'Use swordsmanship to avenge my father. '
This was the first thought that appeared in the mind of the 14-year-old Northstar One Blade when he saw his parents die.
Under his father's teachings, he knew that the opponent was not responsible for the death of a duel. He did not want to bring shame to the Northstar family's One-blade style, so he chose not to call the police.
Since his father had died in a duel, he would inherit his swordsmanship and use it to avenge his parents.
And that was exactly what he did.
Holding the Heartless Pill that his father had left him, he walked towards the dojo of the Iaido school.
When he stepped into the kendo pavilion, it immediately attracted the curiosity of many apprentices in the kendo pavilion. Northstar One Blade's gaze was cold, and his clothes were stained with blood. Although he was thin, he stood there like a god of death.
"The inheritor of the Northstar family's One-blade style, Northstar One Blade, is here to challenge the dojo master of the Iaido school, Iaizuka!"
Northstar Yidao looked coldly at the astonished Sword Pavilion Apprentices as he said this.
"Northstar One Blade?"
Hearing this name, the students were all very surprised.
This was because this name was too famous in the ancient swordsmanship world. It could be said that he was a genius in swordsmanship, and he had the potential to become the number one swordsman in the official group in the future.
A middle-aged man in a white dojo uniform could not help but frown and say, "Northstar One Blade, don't mess around. You're not old enough to join the official group. The dojo master is not someone you can challenge!"
"I want to challenge Iaizuka. If you don't agree, then I'll admit that the Iaido school has surrendered to the One-blade style. From now on, my status in the swordsmanship world will be lower than the One-blade style!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.
In his eyes, these words were undoubtedly a provocation. After all, the Northstar One-blade Style was the weakest of all Ancient Sword Styles. Every year, in the official ranking competition, Northstar Hideo would always be at the bottom. So, in the eyes of the middle-aged man, asking the Iaido Style to surrender to the One-blade Style was an insult to their dignity.
"Northstar One Blade, are you sure?" The middle-aged man's expression became serious. Although Northstar One Blade was only a child, these words were already a challenge to the Iaido school.
"I'm sure, let Ike Tezuka fight with me!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with anger, but he still nodded and turned to leave.
Northstar Blade stood quietly in place, ignoring the curious gazes around him as he waited for Ikutezuka to arrive.
His words were too decisive, and he brought up the competition of swordsmanship schools. Even if he was a child, Ikutezuka still came.
In the face of his father's murderer, Northstar Blade didn't say much. He didn't cry or yell like a child. He was so calm that it didn't match his age at all.
Under the guidance of the middle-aged swordmaster, Northstar One Blade and Ike Tezuka arrived at a courtyard behind the dojo.
Ike Tezuka was a 47-year-old middle-aged man. He wore loose white swordsmanship clothes and had the famous sword "Iaijutsu" on his waist. He wore wooden clogs on his feet and had a steady aura around him. Compared to Northstar One Blade, he was a bit slender. They didn't seem to be on the same level at all.
"Northstar Lord, are you challenging me on behalf of your father? This makes me very disappointed! "Looking at Northstar One Blade, Juhe Tezuka said regretfully.
At this time, Ike Tezuka was also very surprised by Northstar Blade's arrival.
Because it was his father, Northstar Hideo, who had an appointment with him, but it was Northstar Blade who came at this moment. This made him feel that Northstar Hideo had avoided the appointment with him, which was really a coward's move.
The disappointment he was talking about was Northstar Hideo.
To Northstar Blade, however, these words carried a different meaning.
Northstar Blade's face was cold, and he didn't answer anymore. Instead, he pulled out the "Heartless Pill" and put on a posture of drawing a sword.
Seeing this, Ike Tezuka also pulled out the "Iaijutsu" in his hand, raised the sword horizontally, and put on a posture of a swordsmanship attack.
"Northstar Lord, I won't hold back in this competition. Think about it carefully!"
Northstar Blade still didn't answer. The anger didn't go to his head. At this time, his mind was abnormally clear.
The Heartless Pill was slowly pulled out of the scabbard. At the same time the sword was pulled out halfway, his figure rushed forward, pulled out the Heartless Pill, and stabbed towards Ike Tezuka's throat.
"Ha!"
Ike Tezuka immediately raised his long sword and slashed down.
At this time, Northstar Blade's figure was low, and he slid to the left. However, Ike Tezuka's attack also changed direction in the downward slash. Obviously, he had already seen through Northstar Blade's attack. He only used 30% of his strength, and then quickly changed his attack.
Fortunately, Northstar Blade reacted in time and raised his sword to meet the attack. Otherwise, this move would have cut off his head.
However, in terms of strength, Northstar Blade was obviously no match for Ike Tezuka. With the sound of metal colliding, Northstar Blade was smashed to the ground.
"Northstar Lord, you lost!"
After Ike Tezuka finished speaking, he pulled back his sword and stood in front of Northstar Blade.
"Again!"
Northstar Blade climbed up from the ground with a cold expression. After taking a few steps back, he stood in front of Ike Tezuka again and put on a posture of drawing his sword.
Seeing this, Ike Tezuka frowned, but he still pulled out the katana.
This time, it was still Northstar Blade who launched the attack first, and this sword was still aimed at the throat.
Although Northstar Blade was extremely talented in swordsmanship, after all, his cultivation time was too short, and he couldn't compare with Ike Tezuka who had immersed in swordsmanship for many years. He immediately saw Northstar Blade's flaw, and he slashed down the katana in his hand, slashing toward Northstar Blade's head.
However, to his surprise, Northstar Blade did not retract his sword this time, and the sword still stabbed straight at his neck.
This sword, Northstar Blade had the determination to die, to use his own life for revenge.
Blood splattered everywhere!
Polaris One Sword pierced Ikuchi Tezuka's neck as he wished, but Ikuchi Tezuka's sword stopped at the last moment.
"Cough …" The katana in Ike Tezuka's hand fell, and he covered his neck and breathed with difficulty.
At this moment, Northstar Blade was stunned. He didn't know why Ike Tezuka stopped at the last moment.
"Why!"
Northstar Blade looked at Ike Tezuka, who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted angrily.
However, at this time, Ike Tezuka was no longer able to answer his question. He knelt on the ground with an extremely painful expression.
The onlookers of the kendo gym quickly began to call the emergency number, went forward to help Ike Tezuka up, and began to carry him out.
At that moment, Northstar Blade did not have a trace of the pleasure of revenge.
Ike Tezuka could have killed him, but he retracted his katana, which was an insult to Northstar Blade.
If you could, why didn't you retract your katana to my father!
With a complicated mood, Northstar Blade walked out step by step under the angry eyes of all the Ike Kendo Gym's disciples.
When he returned to the door again, he saw a number of police cars, and it was surrounded by neighbors.
Seeing this scene, Northstar Blade was neither happy nor sad, and just walked straight in.
However, as soon as he entered the yard, he was stopped by the police.
"Outsiders are not allowed to enter the scene of a serious crime!"
"I am Northstar Blade, the son of the deceased!"
As soon as his voice fell, all the policemen around turned their eyes to him.
After this, he was taken back to the police station for investigation.
In the face of the police's inquiry, Northstar Blade told the truth. He told the police that his father died in a swordsmanship competition, and his mother couldn't bear the pain and followed him.
However, he made it clear that he would not pursue responsibility!
The non-prosecution treaty of the ancient swordsmanship competition was protected by the law at that time because it was a historical legacy. Just like the deaths in boxing matches hundreds of years ago, they were all unintentional casualties in competitive contests, and they would be exempted from responsibility.
In other words, as long as Northstar Blade agreed not to pursue responsibility, then this matter would be finalized.
However, the police naturally wouldn't be so perfunctory.
They recorded everything Northstar Blade said word for word and began to investigate the matter.
Three days later, Northstar Blade saw a piece of news.
[Ike Tezuka, the Ike School Swordsmanship Master, died …]
On the same day, he was taken back to the police station again.
This time, the police told him two pieces of news.
First, Ike Tezuka's family gave up on pursuing responsibility for killing Ike Tezuka!
Hearing this news, Northstar Blade was neither happy nor sad. He had already guessed this result.
However, the second news was like a thunderbolt, exploding Northstar Blade's head.
According to the police's description, through the nearby surveillance investigation, his father didn't go to the swordsmanship competition with Ike Tezuka that day, nor did he leave the house. According to the investigation at the scene, the final conclusion was:
Northstar Blade's father was killed by his mother.
As for the reason, the investigation had not yet come to a conclusion. The police asked him if he could provide any clues, or if he found any abnormal reactions from his parents, or if the family relationship was not harmonious, etc.
However, at that time, Northstar Blade didn't listen to what the police said.
He didn't believe that his mother would kill his father. She loved his father so much. Every time she looked at his father, her eyes were so gentle and affectionate. What reason did she have to kill her lover?
Northstar Blade couldn't accept the police's words, and he didn't want to listen to what they said anymore. He immediately ignored the police's inquiry and ran home alone.
At this time, Northstar Blade felt that what the police said was a lie. Everything was fake. In his opinion, anyone could kill his father, but his mother wouldn't.
Returning home, he rushed to his mother's room and began to rummage through all possible clues. He urgently needed a reason, a reason to prove that his parents loved each other.
The wedding ring, the flower paper umbrella given on Valentine's Day, the photo in front of the cherry tree …
Just as Northstar Blade thought, his mother treasured countless memories with his father. All of these were proof that his mother loved his father deeply, and all of these were proof that his mother couldn't kill his father.
At this time, a pink diary entered Northstar Blade's vision.
When he opened the diary, he found that it was full of his mother's thoughts.
Most of the first half of the diary recorded the process of her meeting and falling in love with his father. In the latter half, in addition to his father, Northstar Hideo, there was another person, and that was his birth and growth.
The words in the diary were beautiful, revealing a strong sense of happiness. Northstar Blade couldn't help but tear up as he read.
However, the next part of the diary stunned Northstar Blade. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
In the end, there was only fear in his eyes. Everything his mother had recorded proved that the police were telling the truth.
…
Monday, XX Month, 2309. Sunny.
Hideo drank a lot today, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. I helped him into his room to rest, but he started crying. It was the first time I had seen him cry. I didn't know what had happened, so I asked him.
Hideo told me that he had embarrassed One Blade. With such a weakling as his father, One Blade would probably feel terrible about it.
I tried to comfort him, but Hideo was already drunk. He didn't listen to me and kept complaining about his powerlessness.
At this moment, my heart ached, and I blamed myself for not being able to help Hideo when he was at his weakest.
Wednesday, XX Month, 2309. Light rain.
Hideo's condition was getting worse, and I could feel that he was under a lot of pressure. However, besides the time he got drunk, he didn't tell me anything.
I knew that he was afraid that I would worry about him, so he had to bear the pressure alone. However, I felt sorry for Hideo. That was why I decided to go to the 'shrine' tomorrow to pray for Hideo. I hoped that he would be able to pull through.
Go for it! Hideo, you're the best!
Sunday, XX Month, 2309. Sunny.
Today was the day of the junior swordsmanship competition. One-Blade was as outstanding as ever. He won first place in the junior swordsmanship competition again. One Blade looked exactly like Hideo when he was young. He was so handsome, and I was so proud of him!
Tuesday, XX Month, 2309. Sunny.
I could feel that Hideo's condition worsened after One-Blade won first place again. Although he was proud of One-Blade, he was also a swordsman. I guessed he felt that he had embarrassed One-Blade again. How could I comfort him?
I suddenly felt that One-Blade shouldn't be so outstanding. He was so good in the past. He was so outstanding that he gave his father too much pressure.
Tuesday, XX Month, 2309. Heavy rain.
Today, Hideo came to find me and confided in me. I was really happy. I was really happy that Hideo didn't hide it from me anymore and was willing to share his troubles with me.
However, what he said to me scared me. He said that he wanted to practice the Ancient Sword Will swordsmanship. He wanted One-Blade to be proud of him.
I didn't agree, but Hideo begged me to respect his decision. He couldn't stand being called a weakling anymore.
Looking at Hideo's helplessness and hope, I couldn't help but cry. In the end, I agreed because I could see the desire in Hideo's eyes. Perhaps this was the only way to make him pull back.
Thursday, XX Month, 2309. Fog.
Recently, the confident and cheerful Hideo had returned. He had really changed. His previous dejection had been swept away. Now, he was so confident. He told me that he had become stronger and stronger. The Ancient Sword Will's swordsmanship training was really effective.
However, I was worried because I knew that the Ancient Sword Will swordsmanship was a forbidden technique that his body couldn't bear. I was afraid that something would happen to Hideo. What should I do? What should I do?
But I didn't stop Hideo from practicing. It was Hideo's hope, and I didn't have the heart to break it. I didn't want to see him depressed like before.
Friday, XX Month, 2309. Clear.
Hideo told me that he had sent a challenge to Ikegami Tezuka. He was confident that he could win this swordsmanship competition.
I was happy for him. I asked God to bless me and let Hideo win this time. After this, I could persuade Hideo to give up on practicing the Ancient Sword Will swordsmanship.
Wednesday, XX Month, 2309. Clear.
Before the competition, Hideo's body suddenly became terrible. We went to the hospital and found that his internal organs were slightly damaged. I was really scared. What had to come had to come.
I hoped that he could give up on the challenge against Ikegami Tezuka and recover first. However, Hideo refused. "I'm sure I can win this battle. I can't give up. Otherwise, I'll be called a coward."
Saturday, XX Month, 2309. Clear.
On the second day before the duel, Hideo's body condition became worse and worse. Moreover, he seemed to have some mental problems. From time to time, he would hallucinate. However, he endured the pain in front of Ikegami Tezuka. He asked me not to tell Ikegami Tezuka about this. He was a good father, but he shouldn't bear this kind of pain. What should I do?
I suddenly felt that I was so weak. I couldn't provide any help to Hideo. I blamed myself so much.
Sunday, XX Year, 2039.
Tomorrow was the day of the duel between Hideo and Ikegami Tezuka. However, Hideo's current condition wasn't good. He was trembling when he walked. How could he hold his sword and fight? I shouldn't go to the duel this time. Otherwise, something bad would happen to Hideo.
I tried to persuade Hideo, but he refused again. He told me that he wanted to break the taboo of the ancient sword spirit and break the shackles of his body.
He told me that if he succeeded, the sword energy in his body would condense into a sword orb. It wouldn't run around in his body anymore. In other words, he would become a normal person again. However, if he failed, he would be possessed by a demon and lose his mind.
I was scared. I asked him what he should do if he failed.
He knelt down and begged me. He asked me to kill him if it really happened because he didn't want to tarnish the name of the Ikegami Tezuka anymore …
Monday, XX Year, 2039. Clear.
Today was the day of Hideo's duel. It was also the day that Hideo would try to break the taboo of the ancient sword spirit. I was so scared. I was so scared …
…
Northstar Blade's heart trembled as he read his mother's diary.
From the initial happiness and warmth to the final sadness, his mother's change of heart had come from his father. But in the end, it was because of him.
He had always thought that he was outstanding. His mother and father were proud of him. However, he had never known that he had brought such heavy pressure to his father.
By now, Northstar Blade understood that the police hadn't lied to him. It was his mother who had killed his father.
Although his mother still loved his father deeply, it was precisely because of this deep love that she made such a heartbreaking choice to end his father's suffering.
In the end, his mother couldn't bear the pain in her heart and chose to follow her father.
So, Ikegami Tezuka wasn't the one at fault. It was him. His excellence had caused his father's death.
The truth was so bloody that Northstar Blade couldn't help but cry. He was unable to accept this reality.
Right now, he hated himself for being so outstanding. If he hadn't brought pressure to his father, none of this would have happened.
His helplessness was the truest reflection of his current situation.
It was as if the world had turned gray. He lay on the ground and cried bitterly as he hugged his mother's diary. Right now, he was truly like a child …
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