If one word could be used to describe the town in front of Kazuyo Sorayama, it would be: desolate. There were almost no pedestrians on the empty streets, and the doors of the shops along the street were closed, as if they were all out of business. But Kazuyo Sorayama could clearly feel it.
When he passed by those stores, from time to time there would be a few pairs of wary or surprised eyes wandering around his body.
Whether bullies are rampant in the town or whether the farmers are suffering, Sorayama Kazuyo has no interest in knowing, let alone any intention to care. He has just experienced a fierce emotional collision and has not yet fully recovered. He just wants to think about some issues quietly, and even how to do it.
I don’t really care about leaving this so-called Yojimbo world.
What can he do if he leaves here? He will continue to be thrown into one world after another. If he encounters a woman similar to the photon in the last world again, he is not sure whether he can control his murderous intention again and change his mind.
The possibility of becoming a murderer is much higher than calmly accepting the arrangement.
Kazuyo Sorayama was walking on the streets that were a little too quiet. It was already past noon, and he was wondering if he should find a place to fill his stomach first. Depending on the situation, no one would come out until he left the town.
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Just when he was about to knock on the door with the loudest breathing and ask someone to ask, a short figure with a deer head and rat eyes quietly walked up to him and said respectfully: "My lord, are you here on business?" "Who are you?"
I'm reporting back to you, my lord, I'm just a helper from the town." "Tolerant?"
Kazuyo Sorayama took a look at this wretched businessman. To be honest, he didn't believe that the person in front of him, who had no merit at all and looked more like a gangster, was a businessman.
In the world of Seven Samurai, anyone who serves the lord, no matter how small the salary, is a serious samurai. They all carry a sword and look proud. Even if they are ronin, they are mostly Kanbei and Gorobei.
Heroes like Wei, or even Jiuzang, would definitely not have such a lowly style. I really don’t know what kind of world this is!
"I'm not an adult, just an ordinary swordsman, Hansuke." Kazuyo Sorayama said calmly, and continued to walk forward slowly. Hearing this, Hansuke looked at Kazuyo Sorayama cautiously: he was not wearing a haori.
, and the clothes are simple and a little too simple, the long knife with no decoration, the handle and the rope are all dirty, and he is wearing a pair of straw sandals without socks...
Ah! I am intimidated by this sharp temperament. No adult would dress like this.
Hansuke immediately put away his respectful expression, followed closely, and patted his chest: "Ah, it seems that you are really not an adult from the city. This scares Hansuke to death! That means you are here for
Become a thug?"
"Thugs?" "That's right! Qing Bingwei and Chou Yin are recruiting soldiers aggressively, and the reward for hiring is several times the original! Recently, many ronin have heard the news and came here.
One look at you shows that you are different from those ordinary gangsters. What do you think, do you want to accept the employment? When you go, tell me that you were introduced by my half assistant, and you will give me half a commission. In fact, I think Chou Yin..."
Before Hansuke could finish his words, a door facing the street was violently opened with a loud bang, and a group of men with ferocious faces poured out. "Hey, hey, the guy who is with Hansuke, where are you from?
What are you doing here?"
The leader, a tall guy, held up his deliberately open chest, holding his waist to draw a knife, and asked with some sternness. Kazuyo Sorayama stopped and turned his head to look at the group of people indifferently. Although everyone was carrying a knife,
Showing an appearance of "I am the King of Heaven".
But listening to their breathing and looking at their steps, almost none of them has serious martial arts skills, and they have definitely not experienced war. Even if some people's murderous intent seems not weak, they are at best cruel and ruthless, and most of them are actually bluffing.
.Ichiyo Sorayama can guarantee that he will kill all the dozen gangsters in front of him within a few seconds, but now he has no such interest.
Talking to these people, Kazuyo Sorayama felt that it was a waste of time. He ignored the questions and continued to walk away. But what he didn't expect was that the most murderous gangster who just asked the question seemed to feel that he was being slighted.
, suddenly jumped in front of Kazuyo Sorayama, pointed at his nose and cursed angrily: "Asshole! I am asking you a question. Are you deaf or mute!"
Whether in ancient times or modern times, the rule of all gangsters is: they cannot lose face in front of their colleagues, because face is almost equal to their economic income and group status!
Especially in ancient Japan, in the marketplace, rondos and gangsters who were hired by their employers either determined their status through martial arts competitions, or improved their reputation by bullying others. The higher the status of the person being bullied, the higher their own benefits.
The bigger.
Kazuyo Sorayama, who had calmed down and restrained his murderous aura, looked quite calm. With his elegant behavior and handsome and young appearance, he was just like a person with a high status but low martial arts. After hearing what Sorayama Kazuyo said just now
After he was no longer a tolerance official, the gangsters suddenly became emboldened and stopped him from making rude remarks, treating him as their best way to enhance their prestige!
Kazuyo Sorayama felt a little funny in his heart. Although he didn't like killing people, he even didn't like being pointed at and scolded. He turned to look at Hansuke and asked: "Who are these guys from?"
Hansuke had already hid on the other side of the road and shouted back: "They are Choyin's people." "If I kill them, that Seibei will give me a reward, right?"
Hansuke opened his mouth wide, not knowing the purpose of Kazuha Sorayama's words. Does he want to die sincerely? You must know that there are more than a dozen vicious gangsters opposite him, and I heard that there are also criminals from other domains.
.With only one sword per person, no matter how powerful he is, can he still deal with more than a dozen swords?
Seeing Hansuke stunned, Sorayama Kazuha turned to him and pointed at his nose and asked: "Okay, answer me, how much bounty will Seibei give me if I kill you?" "Nani!
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Before Ichiyo Sorayama finished speaking, he was surrounded by a dozen gangsters, all of whom had swords in their hands. It seemed that if someone took the lead, they would chop him to death on the spot.
"Go to hell!" The gangster standing directly in front of Kazuyo Kuyama raised his sword high and used a fierce upper sword to slash towards Kazuyo Kuyama's head. Kazuyo Kuyama almost laughed when he saw this pretentious posture.
When he made a sound, did this guy think he was a piece of firewood that couldn't move?
If I hadn't wanted to see this guy's martial arts and deliberately asked him to prepare his sword, I would have cut off his neck with one strike.
Sorayama Kazuyo immediately lost interest completely. The moment the gangster had just set up his stance, it was like a track was installed under his feet, sliding out a semicircular trajectory and appearing behind the gangster.
With his right foot in front and his left foot behind, he held the knife in both hands and raised it above his head. He also assumed a large upper body posture and slashed down with the knife. A straight blood trail ran from the back of his head to the tip of his tailbone, dividing the gangster's body into two equal parts.
Because Kuyama Kazuha drew the knife too fast, the gangster's body was not thrown to both sides. Instead, under the action of gravity, the left side of the body, which had a higher weight, was the first to move downwards, and the left eye was just parallel to the right mouth.
, paused for half a second, and finally fell to the ground with blood spurting out from all directions from above, below, left, and right.