Chapter 1: There is no dog at the beginning – THE PATH OF A SWORDSMAN – Light Novel
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Chapter 1: There is no dog at the beginning
Binhai City, the pearl of the northern seaport of China, adjacent to Kyoto. As the few municipalities directly under the central government in the country, the economic level is not top-notch, or at least first-class. Relying on the port with the largest throughput in the north, the people here are prosperous and stable. China has been open for decades, and the people’s living standards have continued to improve. Some spiritual and cultural entertainment has gradually spread throughout this metropolis, just like this fencing club located in a building in the center of the city.
Wei Guoguang rode his slightly worn but well-maintained mountain bike into the underground parking lot of Rongheng Building. There are countless famous cars here, reflecting the incomparable shabby mountain bike. No way, now Many buildings did not reserve bicycle parking spaces at all, so he has no choice but to cheekily park his bike in the underground parking lot. Fortunately, his relationship with the security guard is good, so he finally has a place to stay.
The bike was parked in a place that was not in the way and locked with a chain to the fire hydrant next to it. Wei Guoguang said hello to the security guard Lao Hu and walked to the elevator. The Datang Fencing Club is located on the 11th floor of the building and is the premier club in Binhai.
Wei Guoguang is not a member of this club. He can’t afford the annual membership fee of 200,000 yuan. From the old mountain bike he rides, it’s obvious to what level his financial situation belongs. He is an employee here, a fencing coach.
Take the elevator up to the 11th floor, go out of the elevator door, and a huge Tang-shaped emblem goes straight into your eyes. After making a few jokes with the pretty girl at the front desk, Wei Guoguang walks into the staff lounge. The conditions here and the ones for the members to rest are incomparable. The boss was extremely lavish with the decoration of the member’s lounge while saving money for the staff lounge. Wei Guoguang quickly changed into a white fencing suit while making habitual complaints.
The Datang Club is very large, occupying the entire 11th floor of Rongheng Building. It has all kinds of facilities, including physical therapy, fitness, sauna, rest, coffee, bars, and restaurants. Of course, there are the most important 3 fencing halls and 5 VIP halls. Wei Guoguang is in charge of fencing hall C. There are 10 kendos practitioners here, and normally 2 coaches are in charge.
In China, the sport of fencing began to gradually enter the eyes of the people after the national Olympic strategy. Compared with traditional martial arts, fencing is a classy, fashionable thing that can reflect a certain aristocratic style. It is in line with the current state of mind of Chinese people to pursue quality of life. In this world, people who have made a fortune will always show off their sports hobbies when chatting with others. It seems that it is preferable to show the grade of personal interests, despite not actually agreeing with it in reality. Hiking, horse riding, racing, rock climbing, taekwondo, parachuting, and so on, even if you like pole dancing, you still have to be like the others, right? Among these, the more foreign and newly introduced the activity, the more people are attracted. For example, such is the case for fencing, which is both elegant and aristocratic.
Entering Hall C, the 300-square-meter hall is slightly empty. There are only 4 students of the 5 kendo practitioners that Wei Guoguang is responsible for. That’s right, this is not fencing, but playing. He has the night shift, from 4 pm to 10 pm. There are not many people at present. These 4 students are night people. They usually play until 7 or 8 o’clock before leaving for supper, and then start the wicked city nightlife.
Wei Guoguang greeted the few students, casually found a chair beside them, sat down, and took a bottle of mineral water, watching the situation indifferently while drinking it. This is not a professional team. It doesn’t really matter if you don’t learn how to fence. As long as the members have fun, they think they can do it. The key is not to let these uncles get injured. This is the most important thing.
Fencing sports can be divided into foil, saber, and epee. The epee is difficult because the sword is heavy, and no sport gives the foundation to swing it for a prolonged time. Generally, people can’t do it well. The confrontation round is more protracted and physically demanding, so few people choose it. The saber allows slashing and has a relatively large effective stab range. Basically, two people compete and just one or two seconds are enough to end the battle. It doesn’t have the fun of several rounds and it’s easy to get injured. Therefore, not many people choose the saber. Only the foil is the favorite among successful rookies. The sword is lighter, has offensive and defensive capabilities, has rounds to advance and retreat, and occasionally you can be handsome.
“Stop, stop…” After observing for a while, Wei Guoguang really couldn’t stand it anymore. This isn’t fencing, it’s basically street fighting, training a group of people who have no talent for sports while trying to ensure that they are not injured. This is really a headache and gives no sense of accomplishment. If it wasn’t for the high salary, anyone with ideals, pursuits and a bottom line would not waste his time here.
“Fatty Zuo, can you stop running to the side? The rules of fencing limit the movements, attack or defend, forward or backward… The sword…” They are all old acquaintances. Wei Guoguang has a good relationship with these people, so he doesn’t need to care too much about being polite with his words.
“What kind of bullshit rules are these? I have big goals for my body, how can I suffer this much…” Fatty Zuo is a security guard, and he is a good person. In recent years, with the massive construction of urban housing, it is true that the money didn’t decrease, but his figure, after being here for 3 months, not only didn’t lose any weight, it even gained a few kilograms, amazingly surpassing the 200 mark.
“And you, Xiao Huang, in fencing you use lunges to advance and retreat, not chicken steps. You’re just jumping around. And your left hand…do you like to gesture an orchid finger?”
“It’s a sword finger, okay? Sword finger… The great masters in TV dramas all display the sword finger. Hehe, it’s much better than Fatty Zuo’s fist, right?” Xiao Huang is a stylist and people in this profession seem to be a bit feminine. He and Fatty Zuo are deadly rivals, and the two of them compete in fencing.
Too lazy to quarrel with the stylist, Wei Guoguang points the finger at the third student: “Bamboo, I know you have a good figure and long legs, but this doesn’t mean you can casually kick people, since it’s easy to hurt others. Do you understand? You love to use your legs so much, why don’t you learn taekwondo? That’s more suitable for you…”
“Sorry, sorry, I was in a rush. This person…I can’t help but get ahead of myself since I think my ability is relatively close to actual combat. Look at the one-handed long sword master in the novels of Jin Daxia, besides a fast sword, doesn’t he have to use the soul-chasing legs? The sword is fast and long. With the legs, it is a perfect match…”
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“Fuck your bullshit! Surnamed Wang, say it yourself, how many times have you kicked Lao Tzu in these two months?” The fourth student angrily said, “I’m also a loser who is strong and generous, or you can try to kick Fatty Zuo, he can use a kitchen knife to fight with you, if you kick Huang Xiaoya, it’s like bean sprouts. How much do you have to pay for medical expenses…”
Bamboo wasn’t offended and, neither hurried nor slow, said, “You dare say you’re magnanimous? Brother, I can’t control my legs, but when will you finish your kick? In just 2 months, all the restaurants on this street have been eaten. Otherwise, I started kicking me for you today, and I would eat it back.”
Wei Guoguang shook his head helplessly. These two brothers are both young and used to playing around. To be honest, there are no people here who are really willing to work hard to learn fencing for more than three days. Those who play fish for two days and hang out on the net are just here to join in the fun. People with money are self-willed. Nothing can be done about it. I don’t have the mind to correct their movements, they’re just having fun anyway, so I only said a few words and let the brothers practice by themselves. Wei Guoguang sat back in the chair and began to think about his own thoughts.
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