223 – Nagi
Today is the second time I’m fighting Fuma Kotaro, Fuma-senpai’s father.
In the first fight, there were a lot of eyes around me, and I couldn’t fight properly because I wasn’t in a hurry, but this time it was a little different.
“Suck!”
Strongly step on the advance, and at the same time use Oikaze to approach in an instant.
In the aftermath, a thick layer of sand rose up, but Fuma Kotaro lightly blocked my attack, as if it was barely enough to disturb the senses.
Kamaitachi, the first type of Hayate, spread out with a knuckle.
The straightened palms were wrapped in thinly forged swords, so they could be used like swords.
Responding with Kama Itachi in the same way, Kotaro Fuma quickly kicked his right foot.
Fit!
With that, thin solid lines are engraved on its hard body, which is unscathed by moderate attacks.
“What-“
Fuma Kotaro smiled at me as I hesitated with a startled look on my face.
“You didn’t think you could only wear qi on your hand, did you?”
With that said, Fuma Kotaro flicked the retrieved right foot and began to unleash a series of kicks at an invisible speed.
“Kuk!”
If my main weapon is a sword (hand sword), that person’s main weapon is a foot sword (foot sword).
And it is only natural that the legs have a longer reach than the arms.
In an instant, I was put on the defensive, so that no further bleeding would occur, I put on a larger amount of qi than usual to harden my defense.
Once that happened, Kotaro Fuma, who could no longer have fun with the foot sword, stopped attacking and asked me.
“Are you born with a hard constitution?”
I answered while releasing the cross guard in front of my face.
“The characteristic of my ki is said to be indestructible.”
“Indeed.”
Fuma Kotaro nodded his head as if he understood, and said a scary word with a calm expression.
“Then I don’t have to touch you anymore.”
“Yes?”
Before I could ask what it meant, Kotaro Fuma lunged at it.
“Where, if you can block this too, try to block it.”
A strong whirlwind begins to blow through his forearms.
I was aware of this technique.
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Hayate Type 6 Tsujikaze
This is a technique that strikes the opponent using a whirlwind that wraps around the arms like handcuffs.
But the shape was a little different from what I knew.
This is because the whirlwinds of the two arms, which should have rotated normally, were turning in different directions, creating tremendous turbulence.
It looked like a drill or blender, so I hurriedly used my counterattack, Tatsumaki.
“It’s late.”
But as if laughing at me, Kotaro Fuma stretched out his fist one step ahead and landed a powerful punch in my stomach.
Quaaa!!
“Huge!!”
My eyesight goes round and round.
Not a metaphor, it literally flew backwards as my body turned like a windmill.
Severe motion sickness came, but soon the shock and pain that could not be stopped even with the enormous amount of air made my hair white.
It was an attack that would have given me a strong blow to the head had it not been for the playground sand, so I woke up.
Because I had never felt such intense pain while fighting Ivan, who was said to be the strongest in the world.
It felt like the five organs were twisted.
“Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh.”
As I was sitting on the sandy beach, breathing hard with one hand on the ground, Kotaro Fuma walked slowly in front of me and said,
“Kim Yoo-seong, you are definitely strong right now. But since you’ve only half-learned this and that, you’re weaker than if you didn’t learn anything.”
I realized what he meant.
Surely, I’ve dug several shallow wells.
Among all the things I learned, Hayate was the one I dug deep into, but even this had only been learned for about three months.
On the other hand, Fuma Kotaro’s time to polish Hayate was at least several decades.
“What’s the use of learning this and that to become stronger when you can’t do anything right?”
“…….”
It felt as if I had been hit in the back of the head with something.
Because it’s something no one has ever said to me.
“Then what should I do?”
His answer to my question was simple.
“Clear your head.”
“…?”
As I looked at it with questioning eyes, Kotaro Fuma pounded his chest with his fist.
“Miyamoto Musashi, the founder of the 2000 first class, said in the Book of Five Rings, that at the end of all fighting techniques there is an ultimate state called emptiness.”
This is the same meaning as Young master’ Myeonggyeongjisu or Mencius’s immobility, and it is a step to find the best way to win without panicking in any situation.
“While devising the unification of Hayate and Jinrai, I came to this state naturally, and gave this mysterious technique the name Nagi.”
The word nagi (凪) means that the wind has completely stopped.
In other words, no wind.
It was an ironic name in many ways to say that it was the end point of a martial art that imitated the wind.
“If there are many sailors, the boat goes to the mountains. Knowing too much can sometimes be poisonous. In other words, what you need now is to get rid of unnecessary things.”
“…Honestly, it’s hard to grasp right away. It’s also a very abstract concept.”
“Even I, who only learned Hayate all my life, gave me the feeling I got when I left everything and went back for the first time in 30 years. Of course, it would be difficult for you, who are still only a high school student, to understand. So don’t try to understand, feel it with your body. Because wind dwells in all things, the realm of Nagi that I am talking about begins with feeling the flow of wind.”
Honestly, it sounded like a fluke, but I get a rough idea of what he’s trying to say.
The fight from before.
Fuma Kotaro read everything from one to ten of my sincere attack.
As if foretelling the future.
Certainly, with such a skill, no matter how strong Ivan was, he would have no choice but to be defeated helplessly.
‘Empty your head, sir.’
It was clear that this would not be as easy as it sounds.
“Then get up when you’re done resting.”
“Yes? Wasn’t it over?”
When I involuntarily raised my head, wondering what I meant, Fuma Kotaro kindly corrected my misunderstanding.
“It’s just the beginning, what nonsense.”
“…….”
On this day, instead of emptying my head, I understood what it meant to be slapped like a dog’s wings.
***
The next day.
“Yoo Seong-ah, what happened after we broke up yesterday?!”
Satoru was startled when I was about to go to school.
This is because the face is swollen here and there, and a bandage is applied to the scarred area.
“Something like that happened.”
I couldn’t say that I was beaten up by my senior father, so I looked around and remembered the scuffle with the chairman the night before.
‘Who made Yoo Seong-goon’s handsome face look like this?!’
‘Say no sooner?! I’ll run over and protest right away!’
‘This is Kotaro Fuma.’
‘… Is that the Seven Wonders I know?’
‘Yes, the same person.’
‘I’ll put it on the blacklist for now.’
Fortunately, when I explained the circumstances of getting entangled with him, the president understood, and instead, he said he would ask Fuma-senpai, who was in the same class, about everything.
I told my parents that it was a wound from sparring with an athlete I knew at the request of the gym director.
Because there have been many times in the past when I went home injured like this.
Anyway, because I, the person in charge, kept my mouth shut, Satoru couldn’t dig out any information, and it was the same for Rika and the other kids who joined the class later.
No, now that I look at it, Rika seems to think that I got the wound from my fight with Kotaro Fuma, who attacked me on the street last night.
Well, there is no need to clear up the misunderstanding.
Because it’s also half true.
The morning class went smoothly because it was right after the midterm exam, and the teachers weren’t too hard on the class.
I was going to have lunch with the other kids as usual, but an unexpected visitor prevented me from doing so.
“Kim Yuseong, can you give me some time?”
“Fuma-senpai?”
I wouldn’t know if it was outside of school, but Fuma-senpai, who is almost like a stranger in school, suddenly came to my class.
Of course, our class was in an uproar, and it was Satoru who broke it down in particular.
“Keugh! Yuseong Kim is a wicked bastard! Nao-chan, one of the top 3 beauties of the academy, and the president aren’t enough, so he spreads his demons to the last remaining Huma-senpai!”
… What are you talking about, this guy?
“Kyaaa! Unnie!”
“Why a guy like Yuseong Kim and senior Fuma!”
The voices of other students coming from here and there.
Satoru: Like Fuma-senpai, who is rumored to be one of the top 3 beauties of the academy, she has a strong fan base even among second-year students, whom she has little contact with.
I asked Fuma-senpai, who was standing at the back door of the classroom.
“Does this take a long time?”
Then Fuma-senpai pondered for a while, then shook her head.
“Maybe 10 minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll be back soon. I’m eating first.”
After saying sorry to the Ringan School members who were supposed to eat together, I followed Huma-senpai to the school rooftop.