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Chapter 22 You shouldn't think about it next time!
Deathly silence!
Ryosuke was both annoyed and amused.
What he probably meant was: Your swordsmanship is so exquisite that it surpasses my understanding; I cannot crack it. You are very skilled!
Although it sounds like this guy is making fun of himself.
“Hahahahahahahaha——!!!”
Sakoto clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he almost fell over: "Yi, Yiyong... next time, you shouldn't even think about it."
Yi Yong's small head was filled with big questions.
Everyone laughed...
That means I was right this time.
I don't think I'm disliked.
Yi Yong silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
Makomo stomped her foot, then deliberately put on a stern face and pointed at Giyuu's nose.
"You're the most—annoying!"
Yi Yong was suddenly stunned, as if a white line had pierced through his mind.
He turned his head sharply, his expression still serious.
Yi Yong's tone was resolute, as if he were talking about some established rule.
"I won't be disliked."
His overly serious rebuttal, coupled with his naturally innocent face, left Makomo speechless.
Ryosuke and Akira Moriyama, who were watching closely, exchanged a knowing glance, their shoulders shaking violently as they desperately tried to suppress their laughter.
Makomo took a deep breath in exasperation and decided to let go of this stubborn senior for the time being, turning to Ryosuke instead.
A bright smile immediately bloomed on the girl's face, and she gracefully gave a bow:
"Hello, Mr. Yasui! I am Makomo! A disciple of Master Urokodaki!"
Ryosuke also suppressed his smile and nodded gently in return: "Hello, Makomo, I am Ryosuke Yasui."
Makomo then remembered the important matter and turned to Sabito and Giyu.
"The teacher is waiting for you inside."
Sabito and Giyu immediately straightened their expressions.
Ryosuke and Akira Moriyama exchanged a glance and followed in tacit agreement.
The wooden houses in the Misty Mountains are simple and clean, with a faint fragrance of wood and herbs.
Pushing open the sliding door, you see Urokodaki Sakonji kneeling beside a low table, intently pouring tea.
He wore the iconic red tengu mask, obscuring his expression.
Hearing footsteps, Urokodaki raised his head, his gaze passing over his disciple and landing directly on Ryosuke.
A deep, gentle voice rang out: "Is that Yasui Ryosuke from Momoyama?"
Ryosuke bowed slightly: "Yes, Mr. Urokodaki, I am Ryosuke Yasui, a student of Mr. Kuwashima Jigoro."
"Grandpa always thinks about you. He says the moisture from the Misty Mountain is good for you, and he hopes you take good care of yourself."
He paused, then added, "This mission passed through the vicinity, and Moriyama kindly invited me, so I took the liberty of coming to bother you."
Upon hearing this, Urokodaki Sakonji paused slightly in his tea-pouring motion.
He chuckled softly, making a gentle joke.
"Mr. Ciwulang is thinking of you?"
He gently put down the teapot and pushed a cup of clear tea toward Ryosuke.
"That doesn't sound like something that hot-tempered old man would say; it sounds like something you'd say to be polite on his behalf."
Ryosuke smiled frankly and did not deny it.
"I can't hide it from you, sir. This is my understanding of your feelings. Although you didn't say it outright, you remember the friendship between Narrow Mist Mountain and Peach Mountain."
Urokodaki responded and then looked at Sabito and Giyu, who were standing respectfully.
"How well did the force of the boulder cleave through today? Did the suppleness of the water and the sharpness of the strike find that perfect balance?"
The rabbit immediately bowed and gave a detailed report on its insights and the obstacles encountered during training.
Yi Yong, on the other hand, is concise and to the point, occasionally adding a key sentence or two.
Linlong listened attentively, occasionally offering a few pointers.
Ryosuke listened quietly from the side, observing Urokodaki's teaching methods.
Compared to Jigoro's thunderous emphasis on instantaneous bursts and extreme exploitation.
Urokodaki places greater emphasis on the length of breath, the continuous exertion of power, and the perception and utilization of environmental forces.
Like a mountain stream, it appears gentle, but in reality it contains a surging, unstoppable force.
With the instruction concluded, Sabito and Giyu bowed and withdrew to continue completing the tasks assigned by Urokodaki.
The aroma of tea in the room added to the tranquility.
Ryosuke put down his teacup and carefully considered his words:
“Mr. Urokodaki, the serene atmosphere of Mount Narrow Mist is quite different from that of Mount Momo. I would like to stay here for a while to hone my breathing techniques.”
Linlong raised his eyes, his voice still gentle: "The mountain dwelling is simple, but if you don't mind, please feel free to stay."
"Thank you sir!"
Ryosuke expressed his sincere gratitude.
In the days that followed, Ryosuke quickly adapted to the rigorous and unique training rhythm of Narrow Mist Mountain.
He did not abandon the foundation of Lei Hu, and continued to train his explosive power on the misty cliffs.
After all, it's not enough for a man to just be strong; he also needs to last!
Only a fierce and persistent effort can break through!
The rest of the time, Ryosuke practiced the full set of "Normal Mode".
Without the burden of illness, Ryosuke's practice became twice as effective.
At night, he sat cross-legged in front of the wooden house, trying to maintain the state of focused breathing and drift off to sleep.
This is the most difficult level in the entire series.
Allow your body to maintain a fully focused breathing rhythm even when you are unconscious.
At first, this was an almost impossible task.
If the mind relaxes even slightly or the body falls into a deep sleep, the delicate breathing rhythm will immediately stop.
Several times in his sleep, Ryosuke was awakened by a sudden change in his breathing.
"Or not……"
One late night, Ryosuke woke up from another failure, scratching his head in frustration.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled patterns on the ground.
The door was gently pulled open, and Urokodaki Sakonji walked in silently, sitting cross-legged on the futon opposite him.
Are you feeling restless and agitated?
Linlong's voice was calm and still.
Ryosuke exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling somewhat defeated.
"I apologize for the misunderstanding, sir. After falling asleep, Changzhong's body becomes uncontrollable. Forcing himself to stay asleep only makes him feel uneasy and anxious, as if his body is instinctively resisting."
"An instinctive resistance?"
Urokodaki repeated softly, then shook his head: "You're going in the wrong direction, Ryosuke."
Ryosuke looked up at him, puzzled.
"Breathing techniques are not techniques that you impose on your body."
Linlong added softly, pointing out the key point: "It is your body's instinct, like a heartbeat, like the flow of blood."
"What you need in the ordinary is not how hard you try to maintain it when you are awake, but to make it a complete part of your life, as natural as breathing."
"What you need to do is make concentrated breathing a state of being."
"When you are awake, your breath is the antennae that allow you to perceive the world; when you are asleep, your breath is the riverbed through which your life flows. It is not you who controls your breath, but your breath is you."
Chapter 23 His aura was as steady as an abyss, flowing smoothly and endlessly.
Ryosuke was jolted awake; Urokodaki's words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog of confusion that had settled in his heart.
He was fixated on maintaining the breathing technique, viewing it as a skill that required deliberate control. As a result, his mind and body became separated during sleep, leading to resistance.
What he needs to do is to completely immerse himself in the process, making breathing the most fundamental rhythmic instinct of life!
"Instinct...instinct!"
Ryosuke muttered to himself, the confusion in his eyes fading, replaced by a sudden clarity!
Linlong nodded slightly, said no more, and his figure quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Ryosuke closed his eyes again.
This time he no longer tried to control his breathing or maintain a certain rhythm.
He let go of all his obsessions, allowing his body and mind to completely relax and feel the most primal and natural flow of each breath between his nasal cavity, chest cavity, and dantian.
Its breath is silent, like a mountain breeze or an underground spring, unrestrained yet ever-flowing.
Consciousness gradually faded, and I sank into darkness.