Wortenia Senki Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Episode 1 (Early in the morning)

May 8. 

"Drive more in!" 

An angry voice resounded early in the morning on the surrounding residential area. 

His height is around 170cm. On his chest, one can see solid muscle which looks wonderful with him wearing a kendo uniform. His upper arm is very masculine, and in his right hand, he's holding a 2 shaku 8 sun length katana  

In front of the old man, a young man holding a sword in the same way as him. 

"Old man. If I were to drive more in with sharp blade without pulling out, won't you die! I don't care if you die, but, I don't want to get in trouble with the police..." 

The young man height who is spouting an abusive language is definitely exceeded 180cm. Possibly it already reaches 190cm. 

Like this, people who approach him will look him with the look as if looking at a demon. But fortunately, one can guess that he was brought up well, having a face that exudes gentleness who will make the beholder feel a peace of mind. 

"Funn... You brat? Killing me?" 

The old man laughed while snorting his nose. 

In sword fight victory or defeat, it's not about defense = being on the defensive. Defense only exists in a match game of kendo. In real combat, it is about who cuts the opponent vital point precisely first. Being able to bring forth a certain kill move first, is what we call the deepest technique in sword art. 

After the two of them crossed each other and moved 2 meters and replace each other place, they both entered Seigan no Kamae stance once again. 

"This brat! Did you just tried to cut my central throat seriously just now!?!" 

The old man pressed closer to the young man. 

In the old man eyes, he can see the thirst for blood coated the young man katana. 

"There's the thing about a teacher teaching their students to kill their parents after all... or rather, aren't you also aimed at my throat when our blades clashed!" 

The reason why the old man was angry must be not because of the young man sharp tongue. 

The moment the sword intersected is the moment you kill your opponent, the one who hammered such mental att.i.tude was the old man. 

However, even with the young man pointed out reasonably, for the old man who has his blood rush to his head only sees it as bulls.h.i.+t. 

"Of course it is! My technique is a one hit kill after all! I will only cross sword when I have the resolve to kill!" 

"Like I said... That kind of dangerous thing, I won't be able to use it won't I?. in this j.a.pan, where on earth am I going to use it anyway? That kind of technique. In the first place, how are you going to teach a pupil with that kind of technique?" 

Hearing the young man natural opinion, blue vein appeared on the old man forehead. 

"Argh Shut up! You can just be silent and practice!" 

The old man swung down his sword while roared. 

An old man and A young man. The outcome of the battle is gradually tilted toward the young man. 

The more the young man power pushed in, the more the blades approach the old man neck. 

*Shu!* 

The old man must have judged that if one only uses power in this battle, that would be disadvantageous. 

He's not even shy to use his bare hand in a sword fight. In the first place, the reason why the young man can evade that surprise attack might be due to that kind of thing being a normal occurrence. 

One can say that their practice battle is similar to that of actual battle from a long time ago. The old man then flew backward and withdrew his katana, and then leaned his katana on the bamboo near him. 

After the young man had put his katana on a nearby tree, he turned toward the old man. 

He wakes up 5 o'clock in the morning, and it has been one hour since the lesson start. It was natural for his stomach to rumbled from hunger. However, that grandparent won't stop the practice just because the grandchild is hungry.

(d.a.m.n it! I'm starving... this d.a.m.n grandpa, won't he end it already?)

However, the young man prayer was gone in vain, seeing there's no opening in the old man stance. He seems to be in full motivation. By the moment the young man relaxed his stance, the old man would most likely rush attacking. 

Her height is around 175 I guess? A charming girl with strong willed brown eyes.  

From where did she pulled that out?  The thing that has been used to hit the head of the young man is a ladle, which currently is in her hand. 

Even though the young man has strong physical strength, having that ladle being hit with that speed is even he cannot avoid it... 

Back in the days, there's similar thing like this. A manga where the protagonist got himself being hit by a hammer every time he makes pa.s.ses at another girl. 

The overpowering spirit and intimidating air from the practice in the surrounding disappeared completely. And there, standing an always good-natured old man. 

(This is why, I hate this old man... ) 

If one have to say honestly, this is the only gap that the young man unable to compete. 

"Ojii-chan! What are you saying! I have a boyfriend already. and it's definitely not Ryouma!" 

Asuka turns a meaningful line of sight toward him. 

(As expected of Asuka... my younger cousin, such shrewd woman.) 

"Umu... It seems like this relative of mine is a money monger ja na~..." 

Listening to the old man speaking like as if feeling amazed, the young man has some thought. 

Like that he has a feeling that he can consent with what his old man is saying. 

Kiryuu Asuka is someone with a good brain and attractive appearance. It is easy to get close to her, and she does not have such an overbearing air typical of a beautiful girl. 

Many people would call her ideal woman, but, for the young man, that's sounds like a joke. For example, even if they are not blood-related, the young man thought it's just hopeless. Being together since the dawn of childhood, he seems to be unable to see her as a love interest. 

"Aaaaaah~!" 

Suddenly Asuka screamed a loud voice when she takes a look at her wrist.w.a.tch. 

"Because I have an archery morning practice, I'll get going alright. Listen up, Ryouma! Put the tableware properly later!" 

Leaving such words, while taking off the ap.r.o.n and run toward the main building. 

"Fuofuofuo... such busy child ja na~..." 

The old man said such words with a triumphant face. 

"Won't she lose her time to have breakfast because having a banter with you just now?" 

"That because you have no respect for old people..." 

It seems like, in this old man dictionary, there's no such a thing as 'Reflecting.' 

(Honestly! one day, I will strangle you to death...) 

Though it was not Asuka, he feels like time flew by fast when he's accompanying that gramps. 

The name of the young man is Mikos.h.i.+ba Ryouma. 

Every morning, he becomes a victim of abuse by his grandfather in the name of training. 

There's also no grave, and that's why he don't know if they are dying because of illness or accident. 

Surprisingly they might live somewhere, but, he does not have any interest in parents that is not here. 

That's why he lives with his grandparents the two of them, in a quiet residential area within Suginami district. 

He has a very ordinary face. 

Well, one can say that he has a manly face, but, when we talk about his strong feature, then it's no big deal. Well, one can say, a typical j.a.panese face. 

His arm and legs are thick like a log, in contrast to the now popular hosomatcho.  

And with a complex of that old looking face. Which become his biggest trouble. Even though he's just 16years old, people from the surrounding would think that he's 30 years old. An evaluation that would put someone in shock. 

And his grandparents are not noisy regarding that either. On the contrary, he feels pleased to have evening drink together. 

Because he's like that, he was unable to have a girlfriend. 

Well, one might think 'just talk with a cla.s.smate,' but it's not like he has someone close either. 

And that is a human called Mikos.h.i.+ba Ryouma. 

But still, he's still someone normal who has a common dream of meeting a cute girl and get married... this kind of person, today, at the time of lunch break, will be thrown into h.e.l.l