Chapter 119 I Want Your Clothes, Shoes and Your Sword
It's late autumn.
The withered moxa moxa is lying listlessly in the even more withered fields. The autumn wind carries the yellow sand and beats it from time to time. Although all the leaves have fallen off, it still stands tremblingly in the field, waiting for the coming year.
newborn.
Yiye in Kongshan was awakened by the cold wind, but he was still lying on the weeds with his eyes blank.
"Photon or sword, which one do you choose?" "Sword." "Photon or sword, which one do you choose?" "Sword..." "Photon or sword, which one do you choose?"...
Kazuyo Sorayama kept recalling Kawada's words in his ears. But as he was asked again and again, the tone of his answers became weaker and weaker. If he could really give up the sword in exchange for staying in that world, he would still choose the sword.
?
not necessarily!
He doesn't think of the sword when he holds Mitsuko in his arms, but how can he not miss her when he holds the sword in his arms! This is a confusion that his wife Maki has never caused him.
No matter what choice he made, he would definitely regret it. At this moment, Kazuyo Sorayama was even a little glad that he didn't have to make a choice.
Sighing, he stood up and looked at his surroundings. Where was he? It didn't matter where he was. He looked at himself again. The last moment in his memory was still naked and intertwined with photons. Now he was blowing a cold wind in the wilderness.
daze.
And every time he appeared in the new world naked! Fortunately, he was not in a busy city, so he still had a chance to find a piece of clothing.
Huh? Kazuye Sorayama listened intently and quietly. There was a regular sound of footsteps on the path in the distance, which cheered him up. Someone had brought him his clothes!
"This person should have some martial arts skills, but his skills are really average. His level is similar to that of those bandits. I'm sorry, brother." Sorayama Kazuyo thought silently.
He brushed off the withered grass and leaves on his body, picked up a three-foot-long dead branch, and stood naked on the roadside.
The figure in the distance gradually became clearer. When the visitor first saw this tall and slender figure, he immediately grasped the handle of the knife and carefully shortened the length of his steps and increased the frequency of his steps.
When he saw clearly that he was a naked lunatic, he immediately put down his guard, walked back to the center of the path, and resumed his swaggering steps forward.
"Stop. I want your clothes, shoes and your sword." Kazuyo Sorayama's voice sounded without any emotion.
"Nani? Baga!" the warrior shouted, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, popping out the sword with his left thumb, bending sideways, and instantly assumed an offensive stance.
However, when he saw Kazuyo Sorayama staring coldly at him, he immediately gave up the idea of drawing the sword to kill immediately.
This middle-aged samurai with a Chinese character face and a rather old-fashioned look is not one of those ignorant gangsters. The naked short-haired weirdo in front of him is definitely not a bluff!
People who can make themselves lose any fighting spirit with just their eyes. So far, only those high-ranking adults and great swordsmen can do this. When did such a person appear in such a remote and remote place!
Taking a closer look, this weirdo has all the muscles on his body, sharp mermaid lines, and shoulders that are almost twice as wide as his waist... If this man attacks me with a sword, he will definitely be like nothing he has ever seen before.
A thunderous strike!
Although the opponent only had a wooden stick in his hand, but... no! The middle-aged samurai firmly grasped the handle of the knife, tried hard to get rid of the momentum exerted by Sorayama Kazuyo, and said solemnly and respectfully: "Who are you? I am...
…”
"Clothes, shoes, sword." Sorayama Kazuyo did not exchange interest in telling him about his family. Although this road was remote, there was no guarantee that there would be no pedestrians again. He did not want to expose his body and be looked at wantonly by others.
"Since you are so hard-pressed, and for the dignity of the samurai, I will definitely fight to the death, Saburo Honma." The samurai bowed slightly, and before he finished speaking, he instantly drew his sword and swept it across, aiming directly at Kazuyo Sorayama's waist. This is what is called "
An aboveboard and aboveboard sneak attack.
His sword was just halfway out of its sheath when Ichiba Sorayama tapped his toes twice and stepped in front of him. He struck the outside of the opponent's wrist with the top of the wooden stick in his hand and pressed down hard at the same time.
The pulled blade was forced back into the sheath again, even faster than when it was taken out of the sheath.
The samurai was so beaten that he let go of the handle of the sword, but he did not give up resistance. Instead, he kicked his legs on the ground, struck out with both fists, and struck Kazuha Sorayama forward with all his strength. If he was hit hard, he would spurt out blood and lose his life.
combat effectiveness.
Almost every kendo school practices techniques for fighting enemies with bare hands, including jujitsu and wrestling. Samurai warriors are not helpless to fight back just because they lose their weapons. For example, the ultimate technique of using bare hands to fight weapons is Yagyu-ryu no sword.
Get the secret.
The man in front of him was obviously very confident in his own skills. When he was completely at a disadvantage, he thought not of escaping but of counterattack. If he were an ordinary opponent, he would probably have been tricked by his carelessness.
But Kazuyo Sorayama is a master at this, so how could he be hit by the opponent?
He ignored the opponent's fists, took half a step back with his right foot, and leaned his upper body slightly back; the wooden stick he held in his forehand circled around the opponent's wrist and became a backhand hold, with his elbow on top and wrist below, diagonally upward.
Lunging forward, the tip of the wooden stick hit the opponent's throat directly. The wooden stick sunk almost two inches deep.
The warrior's eyes were round and his mouth was hissing, but he couldn't breathe any air. Ichiyo Sorayama exerted a little force again, and the opponent's arms drooped, his body leaned forward unconsciously, and he suddenly lost consciousness.
Kazuyo Sorayama frowned, and swung the stick in the middle of the opponent's head. The warrior was blocked by this, and his body changed from leaning forward to vertical. He knelt down on the ground with his head drooped, and completely passed out.
Sorayama Ichiyo threw away the branches and unceremoniously stripped the opponent clean, leaving only the dirty yellow crotch cloth still hanging on the opponent's body.
Since you don't know how to resist and want to resist, you will have to suffer a little. Originally, I wanted to ask this guy what era he lives in now, but forget it, there is no need. He slowly put on his shoes and clothes, picked up his long clothes.
He took out the blade of the knife and looked at it carefully in the morning light.
The sword is three feet long, has a black iron tandem, an extremely ordinary forging process, a stiff sword posture, and messy blade patterns, just like the most common peasant women in this era. The rough grinding craftsmanship clearly shows that it is the samurai himself.
Grinding it indiscriminately, just for sharpness, without regard for beauty.
Not only can it not be compared with a peerless weapon like the Captain's Hikari, it is also far different from the weapons of ordinary bandits. It seems that this guy who calls himself a samurai is also living in a very tight life. I hope he will not be blamed for robbing him of his food.
He starved to death.
Ichiye of the empty mountain inserted back his two knives, big and small, tied up his hair and walked away.
"Welcome to the world of the movie "Yojimbo"." The cold and ruthless mechanical sound appeared again in the depths of Kazuyo Sorayama's soul.
Sure enough! It's a new world, and Kazuyo Sorayama is already a little numb to it. Anyway, he doesn't know the plot of almost any movie, but there's no need to know.
Just like watching the "Seven Samurai" movie on Mimura's computer in the previous world, regardless of whether he knows the plot or not, the path he chooses will be the same. In this case, why bother. Moreover, looking at the behavior of the samurai just now,
Obviously, we are in ancient Japan. In a world where swords are the main method of fighting, who can hurt me? My only enemy is the one who makes mechanical sounds!
At the end of the desolate path, a few sparse and dilapidated farmhouses stood alone beside the road.
Ichiyo Sorayama felt happy and walked over quickly.
In front of a farmer's house, an elderly farmer was scolding his son mercilessly: "Taro, how many times have I told you, just farm at home and don't think about going to the town to be those people's thugs every day. These days, you are far away from the town.
Several corpses and mutilated limbs were transported out within a few days. I heard that the two gangs had killed them so much that their blood flowed like rivers..."
"There is no place where people are not dead! You only know how to plow the fields. I heard that the Xintian family recruits thugs. They drink wine every day, and you can only drink porridge at home!"
"No! In short, you are not allowed to go!" "Okay, don't go, wait until everyone starves to death!" The young farmer angrily threw down his hoe and ran into the room, slammed the wooden door, and ignored his father's loud scolding.
Kazuyo Sorayama watched this scene silently. Whether in "Seven Samurai" or in this world of "Yojimbo", farmers are always the most miserable. They contribute the most and get the least, and they live in fear and precariousness.
The young farmer must have had enough of this kind of life, and he wanted to fight even if he died. This thought could not be stopped no matter what.
Seeing the figure of Yiye in the empty mountain, the old man was stunned for a moment, hurriedly took a few steps forward and fell to the ground, saying in a trembling voice: "Sir, you are coming from the city, right? The town is a few miles ahead. Excuse me.
What are your orders, sir?" The farmer's words were a little incoherent. It's no wonder he was like this, he had never seen a person like Sorayama Kazuyo in his life.
In fact, in his mind, even the adults in the city don't have the power of the man in front of him. He really doesn't understand why an adult like this would go to such a remote and remote countryside.
However, this was not something he dared to ask about.
"Is this place very chaotic?" Kazuyo Sorayama asked. From what the old man had just scolded his son, he knew that this was not a peaceful and peaceful place.
"Sir, I don't know much. I only know that the silk merchants and wine merchants in the town are fighting for their territory, and they also recruit a large number of thugs and gangsters. Alas, the nearby villages no longer dare to go to the town to sell silk cloth.
People are often killed there, and the government in the city never takes care of it." The old farmer said with a sad face. "There are no warriors to uphold justice?"
"What serious samurai would come to such a ghost place? The only ones who come are rogues and scoundrels who want to make money by killing people! Without them, so many people wouldn't have died."
After the farmer finished speaking, he realized that the man in front of him must also be a samurai. He immediately looked up uneasily. But he only saw the other man's back slowly disappearing from sight.
The farmer clasped his hands together above his head and kowtowed respectfully in the direction of Kazuyo Sora, "Sir, no matter where you come from, please kill all the bullies as soon as possible! We farmers are almost dying.