Five days from now, April 1st of the Gregorian calendar will be April Fools' Day in the West. But for the warriors all over Japan, this day is by no means April Fools' Day, but the Day of Penance.

The sky in Nagoya has never been gloomier. The sky in Nagoya looks as if it is about to collapse. There are no ordinary cars on the beautiful and clean streets. After a long time, finally a car came. It turned out that there were more than 20 white flowers tied on the front of the car. There is a black Honda and there is a white hearse every five or six. Everyone drives to the "Xingzhi Dojo" with a stern face. Outside the dojo, there are already two rows of people with white belts tied on their foreheads. A young man wearing a white judo uniform with a black belt around his waist, his back straight and his expression solemn, his body full of vigor and energy and his eyes sharp.

After entering the door, I saw four men with extremely ugly faces, also with white belts tied on their foreheads, standing with their hands hanging down. The only one sitting on the stone steps in front of the court was kneeling. That man was wearing a black Taoist uniform and had a beard under his forehead. He has a strange appearance and is about sixty years old.

The hearses finally arrived and stopped outside the door. After getting out of each car, a man wearing linen and filial piety came in and knelt on the ground in the dark. They all mourned: "Tanaka-senpai, please save Japanese martial arts, Tanaka-senpai."

The old man in black robe tightened his hands and frowned ferociously, and said sternly: "Bring your master's coffin in, I want to see it carefully" [

Four coffins were soon brought in. He waved his hand and someone had already opened the coffin lid. The coffins were pretending to be dead people. There was a corpse lying in each coffin. These corpses were famous martial arts masters in Japan when they were alive. Now they are dead. Got it

They died peacefully, as if they were traveling somewhere, and even had a little smile on their lips.

The old man in black waved his hand again and said: "Carry it down." After the coffin was carried down, he said again: "You guys will go down too, leaving the four karate masters behind."

Those who were wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning said anxiously: "Senior Tanaka, I am here to beg you to take action because of the hatred of my mentor."

"Get out." The eyes of the old man in black were gleaming. Suddenly, a breath rolled out of his belly, like a roar of a wild lion: "Get out."

Those people were the first to bear the brunt, only to feel an invisible wild lion rushing towards them. In shock, they retreated like a rolling gourd, and the door was closed.

The old man in black robe looked at the faces of the four standing middle-aged people and looked up to the sky and sighed: "The four of them are the great masters of my Karate Kyokushin-ryu and the To-ryu Goju-ryu of the Doryu system. But from the four corpses just now, See something in it”

Of course, these four people are the karate masters who fought against the bronze-faced man in the past. The old man in black robe is Tanaka Yasushiro, known as the first hand in judo. His seniority and martial arts are both above these four karate masters. It would have been ordinary. These four people would never lower themselves to beg for mercy, but the incident where the bronze-faced man challenged Japan three years ago was still fresh in their minds, so when something like this happened again today, they immediately gathered together and came to beg this judo senior.

Osamu Izaki was the first to say: "It's different."

Tanaka Yasushiro said: "Oh, what's the difference?"

Isaki Shu glanced at Nakayama Yuma and said, "Nakayama-kun, what do you think?"

Zhongshan Yuzhen said: "There are one thing and another. Back then, the bronze-faced man didn't kill. Today's destiny kills people. The same thing is that he only uses one move to fight against the enemy. His martial arts are surprisingly high. What's even weirder is that they are followed by a young man. That young man It’s the same person”

Tanaka Yasushiro said: "Besides these, can we see the person's martial arts background from the body of the deceased? Why is every deceased smiling?"

"I'm so ashamed that I can't do it." The four of them shook their heads in unison.

"Master, I can see it." Suddenly, there was a young man peeking out from the back door of the front hall. His upper body was bare and he was actually a young boy. Everyone left, but he was still hiding behind the doorpost and refused to leave.

Tanaka Yasushiro was very strict in selecting his disciples throughout his life. Don’t look at the disciples in this dojo. They are just his disciples. Counting his direct disciples, there are only a dozen of them. This is the last disciple. No one understands that the Judo No. 1 who is nearly sixty years old Why did the last disciple of Yishou accept a disciple without arms? He glared fiercely at his most beloved disciple and said: "Kishi Sara, what did you see?"

The young man Ansara blinked his eyes and said: "I saw his flaw. This person always only hits the enemy's Baihui 'point'. Although he is world-class in martial arts, he also thinks too highly of himself. When fighting, master, you only need to first If you protect Baihui, you will have a chance to win."

"A chance to win." Tanaka Yasushiro walked three times quickly with his hands behind his back and suddenly said to the four karate men: "Today, four of you, I will have a battle with the destiny to decide the outcome. You must not take action. You must keep your useful body and go." He sighed with a heavy look in his eyes: "The copper-faced man who went to Tokyo to seek help from the Yamaguchi-gumi leader, the Watanabe family, three years ago was eliminated by the Yamaguchi-gumi three years later. I hope he can do the same." "

The four people said in an uproar: "I'll wait for you, Tanaka-senpai, to leave" [

Tanaka Yasushiro laughed and said: "Life and death are nothing more than those who practice martial arts. It would be a pity that a person who practices martial arts could die under such peerless masters. You go quickly. Go quickly now."

He almost chased the four karate men away, and then stared at his closed disciple and suddenly yelled: "Kneel down."

Kisara was stunned for a moment and immediately bowed and knelt down.

Tanaka Yasushiro said: "How many years have you been my disciple, Kishara?"

Anshaluo said: "Report to the master for three years and eight months."

"It's been more than three years." A trace of unbearability flashed in Tanaka Yasushiro's eyes, and he lamented the passage of time. However, he quickly calmed down and said: "From today on, as a teacher, I have a heavy burden to entrust to you. You may bear this matter. It has a lot to do with it. Once something important is entrusted to you, I'm afraid you will embark on a road of no return, and this road may be the most difficult road in the world."

Ansara grinned and said: "Master, please tell your disciples to do their best."

"Okay." Tanaka Yasushiro "touched" and "touched" his head and sighed: "Just wait here for me. I have a letter to entrust to you." He said and hurried back to the study. Kisara knelt respectfully and waited for about 10 minutes. Ten minutes later, Tanaka Yasushiro had already walked out. He had a letter in his hand but he was reluctant to hand it to this apprentice. "If you don't want to do it at this time, you can regret it."

Anshaluo said: "Disciple is willing"

"Okay." Tanaka Yasushiro helped him up and then handed the envelope in his hand to Kishisara and said in a deep voice: "You should leave now through the back door and follow the instructions in the letter to find a man with the word "defeat" tattooed on his face. You must do whatever it takes to tell him everything truthfully, beg, "force" or use any means to make him take action. Only if he takes action can this catastrophe in the Japanese martial arts world be eliminated, but you must remember this person. He has a weird temperament and is cruel and easy to kill, so be careful."

When Ansara heard his master's words, he knew that he was already explaining his future affairs. He couldn't help but feel miserable when he thought about the kindness he had received from his master, and he couldn't help himself.

Tanaka Yasushiro was also worried about his young disciple in every possible way. He was not sure whether his young shoulders could bear such a heavy burden of 10,000 kilograms. "Go ahead and die for your master. You don't have to be sad."

Ansara felt a surge of blood in his heart and his eyes were blurry. He respectfully kowtowed to his master three times and then ran away as fast as he could.

"Okay, it's all gone, let's go"

Tanaka Yasushiro finally dressed up and strode over, opened the door, looked up to the sky and smiled: "Let the warriors from Middle Earth show you the style of the warriors from Japan."

At this time, destiny had arrived. He was still walking casually, following Qu Yong to the "Xingzhi Dojo". However, he saw the neat formations of the Japanese in judo uniforms, solemn temperaments, and fierce eyes. These young people were still in

During the period of passion, he had a strong hatred for the enemies who slaughtered the warriors of his country. This hatred covered up the fear, at least until he saw the destiny.

Those people's eyes of hatred were looking at destiny, but Qu Yong could also deeply feel the pressure: "This is the power. Even if they do nothing, they are still a powerful force. Japanese martial arts cannot be underestimated."

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Japan is different from China. China has experienced one "revolution" after another. Each "revolution" removed some of the essence of martial arts in the past. In the end, there was really not much left. Therefore, China's society now has a lot of

It is difficult to see the shadow of traditional martial arts, but Japan is different. Although Japan has experienced the abolition of samurai in the Meiji Restoration, their bushido has always been there. Even now, it still inspires their generations.

Qu Yong followed Tianming on the road vacated between the young people and walked directly to the inside of the avenue.

As soon as you enter, the dojo is empty. The dojo is not very big, but there is only one person kneeling on the floor of the dojo, with a solemn expression and a murderous intention in his eyes.

"This man wants to die." Qu Yong could see Tanaka Yasushiro's fighting spirit at a glance and secretly said, "No matter how high a person's martial arts skills are, he can't be better than his uncle, but if his uncle wants to kill people, he wants to die. This is very scary."

Tianming slowly walked over and asked ten meters away from Tanaka Yasuki: "You are Tanaka Yasushi" [

Tanaka Yasushiro said: "I am you and you are China's destiny."

"Yes." Tianming glanced at him and smelled the tragic smell of death on the other person: "You want to die. I have heard about the spirit of Japanese Bushido for a few days but haven't seen it in Japan. Today, I have seen it."

Tanaka Yasushiro said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense and fight if you want."
Chapter completed!