Yujiro Maeda stood in the center of the banquet, and two brothers from the same clan who had just performed judo were standing next to him. However, at this moment, the brothers' eyes were not silent and warm, but only the hostility and aggressiveness between competitors.

"Yujiro, do you need me to accompany you for a few moves? Aren't you arrogantly saying that your kendo is the best in Kaga? Unfortunately, none of us have ever seen you take action. Are you bragging? Hahaha..."

Listening to the ridicule of the people around him, Maeda Yujiro knew that they wanted to mess with his heart. He looked at the imperial envoy of the Shangguo in front of him without any movement, bowed deeply and stood on the tatami with his feet as different as a mountain.

Seeing that Yong Erlang was not trapped, the people laughed and shut up. Master Long looked up and down, "I had seen you use a wooden knife to suppress those wild warriors. To be honest, that level is just passing in my eyes. Now I don't have time to watch you fight with others. Show your unique skills and let me see..."

"Hay..." Yujiro bowed and greeted, then straightened his back and began to walk backwards. He was adjusting his breathing and heartbeat. His heart became more and more quiet until finally, his ears had actively repelled all the noises around him.

Taidao was inserted into his waist, holding the scabbard with his left hand, swallowing his thumb and ready to go. Then he saw Yong Erlang's right index finger tremble slightly as if he was doing some preparation.

Master Long is a sensible person and he already feels the unique temperament that Yong Erlang exudes, and Master Long's eyes even narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, Yong Erlang exerted force, and he roared with his right hand and quickly pulled out the sword with his right hand and rushed towards Master Long.

"Protect the Lord." At that time, several warriors and guards subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Master Long, but Master Long shouted loudly, "Get back." Those people were like clay sculptures and did not dare to move forward.

Yong Erlang did not draw his sword to attack Master Long. He actually raised his hand and threw the sword into the air. More than three meters above his head were the beams and pillars in the hall, with various complicated patterns on it.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. Taidao was rolling in the air in a parabola, while Yujiro rushed forward quickly and leaned against his body at the last moment.

The left hand was still holding the scabbard, and the Taidao scabbard was inserted into the waist without moving. With a sound of rubbing, a white light flashed, and the Taidao rolled over the main beam was inserted backwards towards the scabbard.

Everything was in a flash of lightning, and time was not used for three seconds. Some people present did not even realize what was going on, and the entire hall was silent.

Master Long's eyes narrowed into a slit with excitement. He didn't expect that Japan, a small island country, had such exquisite swordsmanship.

He could see clearly that it was a practical blade, with a blade of about three and a half feet long and all of them covered with snow patterns after training and forging. It is not an exaggeration to say that the hair is blown off.

What a powerful control ability to throw this Tai Knife over the beam of the room and catch it with the scabbard at the waist. As long as there is a little error, the Tai Knife will easily cut Yong Erlang's belly.

The lonely applause rang out, only Master Long was applauding, and then everyone around him woke up. The warriors who had always looked down on Yong Erlang were all blushing with shame.

"Good Kung Fu, your name is Yujiro Maeda, tell me the name of this unique skill..."

"Reported to the master, I am learning Ju Hedao's swordsmanship. This move just now was not used for actual combat, but was a control training for training sword drawing..."

Maeda Kyung-ning next to him smiled and said, "The Juehedao originated in the late Warring States Period, which is the era when Nobunaga, His Highness, and Tokugawa Duke compete for power. The earliest founder of Juehedao was named Linzaki Shisuke. He lived in seclusion all year round and never became an official in any big name..."

"Juhedao is actually a sword technique that can be used to achieve the ultimate sword drawing technique in swordsmanship. The most important thing is to easily avoid being out of the sheath, but one blow will kill..."

Yong Erlang said calmly, "It will be cut when you pull it out, and it will not be cut. This knife can only be cut when it is slashed. The chance to see through the moment while waiting is the essence of Juhe... One blow will kill."

"Okay, OK, this trip to Kanazawa did not come in vain. I admire the foundation of the Maeda family... Maeda Yujiro, would you like to fight with me to create a future, but you have to remember that once you leave the main family, you will never come back. You will either die or start a new career."

Yujiro was so excited that he trembled all over. He knelt on the tatami and said tremblingly, "Dare not to offer all the loyalty of the people."

"Very good, don't sleep tonight. Choose fifty samurai from the Maeda family, and leave Fusang with me tomorrow, hahaha..." After saying that, Master Long laughed wildly and drank a cup of sake, turned his head and went back to rest.

Maeda Qingning let out a long sigh. He looked at Yujiro with relief and said, "It is beyond my expectations to get fifty places. You have done a good job... You can go to the warehouse to get fifty treasured swords tomorrow morning. This is also the last time I, the head of the family, will take care of you."

Speaking of this, Maeda Kyoning walked up to Yujiro and slapped his shoulder with a fan, "Go, Maeda's surname needs to be carried forward, and the glory of the Wu family must continue to shine... and use his life to fight for a future."

The Long Ye and his group were resting, but the Maeda family turned into a real martial arts venue, with not many fifty places. There were waves of killing sounds in the training ground in the back mountain. Yujiro would not have any special care. If you want to join, you have to show your ability. All the Japanese in Kanazawa were sleepless all night.

Early the next morning, fifty fully armed samurai Kanazawa samurai arranged neatly at the gate of the city. Maeda Kyonaga even provided them with fifty precious war horses, of course they could not be taken out of Japan. When they left Hokkaido to go to the Far East, these war horses would still be sent back.

It’s not because the Maeda family is stingy. The key is that Long Ye and the others don’t look down on these bad horses. When Baishan and Black Water naturally have more cold-resistant and stronger Mongolian horses to choose from, it’s not embarrassing to bring such war horses across the sea.

Yujiro's mother was not sad at all. She just stuffed a small silk pocket into the child's arms. "This is a talisman invited from the temple. You either come back to see me with military achievements and honors, or you will die in a foreign land. I will recite scriptures and pray for you..."

Not only Yujiro's family, but the mothers, wives and children of the other fifty warriors all have the same expressions, they can be sad and cry, but no one will stop them.
Chapter completed!