"It's so noisy!" The old man ran to the window and yelled at the coffin shop next door, "Oh, only the coffin shop has a prosperous business, and no matter how much it sells, it can't sell enough." The old man sighed: "There are evil people everywhere, but a group of people still don't sell it.
Well, if the two gangs fight, the coffin shop will prosper."
The old man in the tavern, Kazuha Sorayama, and the slovenly ronin sat at the same table. Kazuha Sorayama was responsible for pouring wine for everyone. As the old man told the story, and with the lubrication of the wine, the three men gradually let go of their alienation from each other.
"Evil people should be cruel and ruthless, and should not love their children, but Qing Bingwei wants to pass the territory to his son, how can the big boss Chou Yin agree!"
"Chou Yin has such a strange name." Ronin asked after finishing his glass of wine.
"His mother acted on New Year's Eve in the Year of the Ox and gave birth to this beast on New Year's Day in the Year of the Tiger. Well, he had a falling out with Qing Bingwei and set up his own business. For the sake of territory, the two gangs had only swords and guns to decide the outcome. So they recruited troops and started killing each other.
, the silk market is about to turn into a slaughterhouse!" The old man drank the wine in one gulp with hatred.
The ronin rubbed his glass without saying a word. "The villains are rampant and killing countless people. It's almost over these days! Hey, you know it. If you know it, leave as soon as possible. Don't lose your life because of trivial things. Not everyone is as powerful as Master Kongshan.
"Although the old man's words were harsh, he was a warm-hearted person and could not bear to see this ronin, who seemed to have a sense of justice, die in the hands of those gangsters.
"Master Sorayama, whose side are you on? Or who do you prefer to win?"
"Well...it has nothing to do with me. I just think it's not bad here. At least there is wine to drink, and the old man's food is quite delicious." Sorayama Ichiyo was noncommittal.
He didn't care about the life and death of these gangsters. Although he had indeed enjoyed the worship of many gangsters in the past few days, this was by no means a reason to leave them alive. Of course, it was not a reason to kill them. He just felt that
It's more interesting to do it. Of course, there is another reason to stay here now, which is to see what this ronin is going to do, and I will give him some help, at least not to let his death be in vain.
"After hearing so much, you should understand it, so what are you going to do?"
"You can make money by killing people, and the people you kill are all scum, Chou Yin, Seibei, Tazaemon... Only by killing them all will the town be peaceful, so..."
The old man was horrified, stood up, pointed at Ronin tremblingly and shouted: "You are crazy! How many lives do you have?! Do you think you are Master Kongshan!"
"With all due respect, with your current martial arts, it should be impossible to kill them all, even though they are just a group of gangsters with knives." Kazuyo Sorayama raised the corner of his mouth and continued. There was no contempt or contempt in his words.
, it is just an intuitive description of the facts, and there is even a hint of concern for the junior swordsman from his predecessor who is a great swordsman.
How could Ronin not know! His martial arts were among the best in this era of peace, but it was absolutely impossible to defeat one against a hundred! In his opinion, based on the martial arts of the gangsters who just insulted him, he could defeat them
20 people is already the limit, and I can’t guarantee that I won’t get hurt.
However, he has no intention of fighting alone. In the few words the old man just said, he twice mentioned the swordsman-level master in front of him. If he helps...
"I wonder if Sorayama-sama can help me and save this town where villains are rampant." The ronin stood up and bowed respectfully to Sorayama Kazuha. This was the highest respect for the always lazy ronin. Sorayama Kazuha
He took a sip of wine and did not immediately answer Ronin's request. Ronin also kept bending and bowing, as if waiting for Sorayama Kazuyo's reply.
"Aren't you trying to earn a bounty? Even if those gangsters were rude and just killed those people, why would you kill all the gangsters in the town?" Sorayama Kazuyo said slowly and unhurriedly.
The ronin was stunned for a moment, then straightened up and said firmly: "Sir! Aren't our knights practicing martial arts and swordsmanship just to be chivalrous and righteous, to defeat the strong and help the weak? Isn't it just to be loyal to those greedy feudal lords?"
"Then your way is not mine."
"Then what is the way, sir?"
"Me... I'm still too weak to save myself... Then why do I want to save others? I keep rescuing, only to find that in the end it's all in vain..."
"grown ups!"
"No need to say more, I have made up my mind!"
As expected, Kazuyo Sorayama simply refused, not because he didn't want to take action, but because Ronin didn't have enough reasons!
Saving people? From "Seven Samurai" to "Battle Royale", he has been saving people, but what is the result?
His best friend Jiuzang died in front of him, and his remaining comrades were scattered. His beloved sword Captain Guang abandoned it, and he was thrown into another world in confusion; in the battle royale, he and Guangzi went through all kinds of hardships to escape from the game, lingering with each other day and night, but in the end
Disappeared in her arms...
All kinds of unwillingness, even the strongest wine can't heal the wounds in his heart! So what if he has the strongest martial arts? It's not like being deprived of love again and again!
He was afraid, afraid that he would have an inseparable friendship with anyone again, because in the end it would be in vain. If it weren't for the ronin in front of him, Kikuchiyo, he would not take the initiative to contact him, and even now, he does not plan to take any further action.
, the reasons are all due to this.
It can be said that Kazuyo Sorayama could resist the urge to kill everything in front of him. Just by banishing himself, he had saved everyone in the town. If it were a person with as powerful a force as Kazuyo Sorayama, would he be able to restrain himself from killing?
The meaning is still unknown...
Ronin was a little disappointed, but he had enough psychological expectations for this result. From the first time he saw Sorayama Kazuyo, he knew that this noble warrior was not related to him, the people in the town, and even the people he had met.
All people are different.
On the one hand, the superb martial arts skills that are unlike ordinary people, but more on the emptiness and silence in the other person's eyes. Except for the occasional kindness shown when he looks at himself, it seems that everything has nothing to do with him. This is a complete outsider.
, similar in temperament to the wandering monk he had seen before, but even worse! Ronin judged in his heart.
However, even if he fights alone, he can't change his decision in his heart! Ronin didn't say much, and slowly sat down opposite Sorayama Kazuha, picked up the wine glass and enjoyed this rare wine cup by cup, not because of Sorayama Kazuyo's rejection.
And feel depressed.
He is also a swordsman with an extremely strong will.
Inside the store, a cast-iron kettle hanging above the fire pit was gurgling and steaming. The noisy streets had returned to calm. The sun shone into the store through the ugly wooden windows, shining on the two people who were drinking.
This kind of warm comfort makes people unable to muster any desire to take action. Even the old man in the tavern, who has always disliked the ronin's behavior, rested his arm with one hand and dozed off. After drinking the third bottle of wine, the ronin
He touched his mouth with his sleeve, stood up, bowed deeply to Kazuyo Sorayama again, packed his weapons and clothes, and walked out of the tavern.
"Have you thought of a solution?" Kazuyo Sorayama's hoarse voice sounded from behind Ronin.
Ronin paused and nodded.
"Very good! If we are defeated, come here and none of them will dare to draw their swords in front of me." Ronin then turned around and smiled boldly, "Thank you Lord Sorayama, I will not be defeated."
"Well, don't die, come back and drink."
The ronin bowed slightly, and without hesitation, walked towards the street, where the Kiyobei was!