I was cuckolded by my childhood friend, but I want to create a harem in a world where chastity is reversed and be happy. - Chapter 105: Can You Tell the Difference Between a Tachi and a Japanese Sword?

Chapter 105: Can You Tell the Difference Between a Tachi and a Japanese Sword?

Before entering the dojo, Kogarasu told me to change into a kendo uniform. A set of a kendo jacket and hakama.

I tried to put it on in the changing room, but I didn’t quite understand how to tie the belt and cords. I thought I’d ask Kogarasu later on how to do it properly, but for now, I just Googled it and finished putting it on.

Ah, this time I’m wearing a T-shirt underneath the uniform. I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistake over and over again.

I’m not sure if I’m wearing it correctly, but apparently, wearing this uniform makes you feel more focused.

I wondered if Kogarasu was always so dignified because she always lived in this kind of atmosphere.

The dojo was a square with sides of about 30 steps, with a floor made of wooden boards. From the entrance, there was a tokonoma (alcove) in the back, with a hanging scroll that read, “The sword is not a tool to lead people to the wrong path, but a tool to lead people to the right path.”

Kogarasu was sitting in seiza (formal, upright kneeling) directly in front of the hanging scroll, so I asked, “Is this okay?” from about 2 meters in front of her, and she made me sit in seiza as well. Sitting seiza on the wooden floor was a bit painful.

Was Kogarasu able to sit calmly because she was used to it, or did she have some kind of trick to it?

“Thank you so much for coming today. I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted you to succeed my Kogarasu Dojo.

It’s very difficult to run a kendo dojo in this day and age. The future of this dojo is also very uncertain.

I want to somehow continue this dojo and preserve the Kogarasu style, but…”

Kogarasu was sitting in seiza to my left, and next to her was a Japanese sword (or so I thought). The black-lacquered sheath gleamed.

“The Kogarasu Dojo follows the Kashima Shinden-ryu, which traces its lineage back to Tsukahara Bokuden, and ultimately, we aim to bring people to life with the sword by mastering a single winning technique, the ‘tachi,’ which has been lost already.

Of course, I’m still a practitioner myself, so I’m not in a position to say such grand things.”

Kogarasu said. Tsukahara Bokuden, huh? I think he was the swordsman who blocked Miyamoto Musashi’s attack with a pot lid. I’ll have to check that later.

“Ah, that’s completely nonsense, a made-up story. To begin with, those two lived in different eras, so they would have never met.”

Hmm… So that’s how it is. I was impressed by Kogarasu’s answer.

“And this is the tachi passed down in the Kogarasu Dojo… Hmm, can you tell the difference between a tachi and a Japanese sword, Tatara?”

Kogarasu held the sheath of the sword with her left hand, turned it sideways, and presented it to me. I answered,…

“Ah, I’ve heard that the basic way to wear a tachi is to face the blade downward when wearing it at the waist, and for a Japanese sword, you face the blade upward. Also, weren’t they from different eras?”

Kogarasu nodded in satisfaction at my answer.

“You know quite a bit. I’m glad I can talk to you about these things, Tatara. And this tachi has a unique structure, with a double-edged blade and a rounded tip, which is why it’s called the Kogarasu style, or Kogarasu-zukuri.”

Kogarasu drew the sword from its sheath, revealing a strange sword with a double-edged tip.