The world itself has no appearance, and the appearance of all living beings is its appearance.
There were two people who were completely unafraid of the mountain bandits that terrified everyone present, and one of them was, of course, Kazuyo Sorayama.
Bandits, Kazuyo Sorayama felt that it had been a long time since the last time he had direct contact with this group. For some reason, the word still seemed to have a somewhat friendly meaning. Their military power was certainly not worth mentioning, and he could not afford to make any achievements.
Although I have a desire for swords, I am actually interested in seeing if there are any differences between bandits in different eras, and to see if they are progress or regression compared to their predecessors.
Unlike the fearless Sorayama Kazuha, Nagamoto Goro simply believed that the sword master beside him would not abandon them. These days, he has analyzed this legendary figure in front of him countless times.
It was discovered that even though he was ruthless, unruly, unyielding, and daring, all his deeds showed that Ichiyo Sorayama was not someone who could escape from the battlefield in any way. Even if he wanted to leave, he would definitely wait to help the caravan.
After experiencing this crisis.
After a while, the two people who went to negotiate returned to the team safely.
"Fortunately! The other party did not insist, but put forward a condition..." Shannan of this village said with some worry: "The two sides will conduct three competitions. If they win, we will keep all the property. If we win, we can
Let us pass without any charge."
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded silently. It seemed that this group of bandits was much stronger than their predecessors. Their plans were intertwined and eventually led to an arrangement that was beneficial to them. Of course, the bandits did not dare to insist on it. They just created it through bluffing.
The number of people is just an illusion. In a real fight, they may not be the opponents of the caravan.
Even if they win in the end, the casualties will be too heavy to be accepted. This must be a strategy that the bandits have already discussed. They have planned to do this from the beginning, and achieve the purpose of this competition through step-by-step traps. But it makes him feel
The strange thing is that bandits have always been at a disadvantage in terms of high-end force. You must know that almost all of the ronin who can make some names in Edo have good swordsmanship, and most of them are serious samurai. How can they be absolutely sure?
Win?
"Ah! This... I heard that this kind of thing has happened before, but this kind of request is usually made by the caravan. It is really rare for bandits to take the initiative to ask for a martial arts competition. Is there any problem in it?
?" The well-informed boss Shimada sighed, and he also discovered the doubts.
"No matter what the problem is, can we refuse?" "Yes, I don't want to hand over the goods, and I don't want to rush out with all my strength, so I have to compete according to the bandits' requirements." "There are no masters among the bandits. They are hired by several of our caravans.
But they are all masters among ronin, such as Motomura-kun and Nagamoto-kun in Boss Shimada’s team. I have also heard of their reputations." "I see no problem, maybe one person can win three games in a row."
Several bosses were whispering on the side, and Kazuyo Sorayama heard it clearly. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, would a bandit who could formulate such a strict plan be a fool? It seems that the caravan side has no chance of winning!
After the bosses finished their discussion and came to the ronin, Boss Shimada said: "Fellow knights, you have heard the conditions of the bandits. We have decided to select three masters to participate in this competition. The small judge will be rewarded for showing up.
Three pieces, and each person will add five pieces if they win. We are businessmen and don’t know anything about swordsmanship, so..."
"Count me Kobayashi Masaki!" a manly voice shouted, and then a rather short and stocky ronin stood in front of everyone, "Everyone who has heard of my name knows that I am a warrior who broke away from the Tosa Domain.
I have practiced Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu swordsmanship. Although I have not been approved by the school, I am confident that my martial arts will not be inferior to these bandits. If anyone has any opinions..." He patted the hilt of the sword, "You can fight with the bandits.
Before the competition, let me discuss it with you first."
The power of three small gold coins is quite good. Although it is not as good as the purchasing power during the Warring States Period, in this era, one full-color gold coin is roughly equivalent to ten small silver coins. If you live frugally, it is enough for an ordinary family of three.
Of course, the attraction to vapid people who have been in a state of poverty for a long time is understandable.
Is it Shinto Muken-ryu... Kazuyo Sorayama couldn't help but think of the night he left Edo, the look of that Shinto Muken-ryu woman who made him run away.
Perhaps because he was intimidated by the reputation of Kobayashi Masaki, or because he wanted to protect himself, no one took the initiative to fight again after a long time. No matter what, boss Shimada tried to say: "Of course we can rest assured that the knight Kobayashi will take action, but just to be on the safe side,
We still need two people as a guarantee, after all, this is the hard work of several merchants, who else is willing to fight?" As he said that, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on Sorayama Kazuyo, who was meditating in the corner.
He has seen the martial arts of this ronin. Even from his daily actions, he cannot hide the fact that he possesses exquisite swordsmanship. Although the ronin in the business house are led by Shannan of this village, everyone can see it.
, it’s just that this “mute ronin” has trouble speaking and doesn’t want to be in the limelight.
Kazuyo Sorayama sensed everyone's gazes, shrugged indifferently, showed his figure, and stood next to Kobayashi Masaki, a former Shinto Wunen-ryu disciple.
He just stood quietly like this, and everyone noticed the difference between the two. The difference was so obvious that even the most unskilled swordsman could intuitively feel that it was like the gap between the moon and the stars! Especially the hair exposed under the bamboo hat.
His indifferent gaze seemed to convey the aura of "You guys are so boring, finish your fight and eat quickly, the chicken soup is going to be cold".
Peace of mind, this is a feeling of peace of mind that makes people speechless.
Boss Shimada was visibly relieved, feeling that with this mysterious ronin taking action, the outcome would have been decided. Of course, if he were to learn Kazuyo Sorayama's true identity, whether he would feel relieved or frightened, it would probably be the latter.
"I also request to fight." Nagamoto Goro tightened his clothes, wrapped a long white rope around his shoulders and armpits, crossed it behind his back, rolled and fixed his sleeves, and then tied the rope ends carefully.
, and made a hand wrap that was standard for civilian warriors of this era before taking action. Although his momentum was far less than Sorayama Ichiha, his energy and energy were not much worse than those of Kobayashi beside him.
He felt that with this Lord Sword Master here, it was impossible for the merchant side to fail! In that case, why not take the reward which was almost free of charge?
"Hey, are your experts inside ready?" The familiar rough voice came from outside the motorcade. Apart from him, nearly fifty people were seen pouring out of the forest holding torches high. Everyone seemed to be excited.
They are tough people, they should be all the elites of the bandits.
One of them walked in the front. This man was tall and tall, with a cold and handsome face. His hair was half-length but not short. He was wearing the standard blue Taoist uniform of Yuan Kongshan Nianliu. He was holding a tachi that was a bit longer than the average sword. His face was expressionless.
He glanced at everyone with an expression, and as soon as he spoke, everyone was so excited that they almost wanted to pee and pee: "I am a leaf in the empty mountain. I have been asked by my friends to compete in a few games. Who will die first?" No matter it is the appearance or the legend.
The hoarse voice in it is the same as that of the Master Sword Master!
It's over, it's over... How could this God of Death appear here! All the businessmen looked dead, what else could they do? Just kneel down and beg the other party to let him go. As for suspecting that the other party is pretending? Absolutely impossible! Where can this be like this in the world?
A bold person, you must know that once you impersonate, you will not only offend the shogunate but also the gentleman! Is there any way to survive in such a big world?
Ichiyo Sorayama couldn't even laugh or cry, and he felt a strong feeling that made him more desperate than being surrounded by the shogunate's army.
Someone imitated me so quickly? How can I fix it! Isn’t this person afraid of being surrounded by the shogunate’s army who came after hearing the news? Do you really think that your reputation can scare the shogunate from taking action? Do you really think that those who think about it day and night want to get the shogunate’s bounty?
Won't the ninja organization and ronin group take the opportunity to take his life? Naive!
Take a closer look at the "Korayama Ichiyo" opposite, and it seems that he is really similar to me. Coupled with the similar clothing and bluffing momentum, if you are not someone who is familiar with you, the possibility of being deceived is quite high. Like this
How did this fool live to such an age? Could it be that this person is truly the favored child of the God of Luck?
Maybe he should be allowed to see the cruelty of fate? Thinking of this, Sorayama Kazuyo could hardly help but want to laugh.
It's interesting. Originally I just wanted to join in the fun, but it seems that the world outside Edo is indeed interesting. Since you make me happy today, why not spare your life?