Cherry blossoms are like empty monks, making people melancholy; wine is like Coptis chinensis, which is bitter in the intestines.
The lonely Sorayama Ichiha returned to walking aimlessly in the mountains of Kai Country.
Since his true appearance was revealed yesterday, boss Shimada found Sorayama Ichiyo early in the morning among the ardent requests from all the shops. When they met, he knelt down and cried. Ula Ula complained a lot of pain. In short, he said: Our
The small temple really cannot accommodate a great god like you, the Sword Master, so each shop has put together a total of fifty small coins as a token of appreciation. I kneel down and ask the Sword Master to deign to accept the merchant's gratitude. Please leave as soon as possible.
Sorayama Kazuha remained silent throughout the whole process, and the bitterness in his heart made the wine tasteless. Whether it was fear, reverence, or hatred, everyone no longer regarded him as a human being, but as a god or a demon.
At least in this world called "Rurouni Kenshin", wanting to communicate with others has become a luxury. Although he has never had a high desire for this, as long as he is a normal person, he will never be separated from society, and there will always be someone who
When you are emotionally disturbed, you want to find someone with whom you can communicate.
"Perhaps it would be a good choice to return to Edo and continue to cause trouble for the shogunate." Kazuyo Sorayama even had such an idea.
It's just an idea.
The real situation is that he was still walking hungry on the mountain path, preparing to cross Japan to the Choshu Domain as planned.
The setting sun coats the outline of the mountains with a shiny golden edge, but this also means that within an hour, this deep mountain, which even bandits dislike, will fall into complete darkness.
Although Ichiyo Sorayama is not afraid of the night road, he is not running for his life now, so why rush all night? It is just that it is really difficult to find a place to stay in this deep mountain forest, so he has no choice but to climb a slightly flat rock along the stream.
On the way, just when he thought he was going to meditate until dawn accompanied by the sound of running water, his ears suddenly twitched.
"Come out!" He shouted in a low voice without taking any precautions. In his perception, two people, one large and one small, were hiding behind a tree not far from him. The older one was breathing quite heavily, as if he had something heavy.
He was suffering from illness, but the younger one was incredibly stable. If he looked carefully, he could find that everything from his breathing to his heartbeat was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. This strange phenomenon made him somewhat confused about the relationship between the two.
Before he could wait long, two figures walked out from behind the tree. They were two women, no, a woman in ragged clothes and a little girl no more than 4 or 5 years old.
"Who are you, and why do you appear alone in the mountains?" Kazuyo Sorayama wondered if these two were the family members of the bandits he met yesterday, but there was no reason. Under his own instructions, the caravan left the belongings
It should be possible for these people to live a good life for a few days. There is no need to abandon this kind of "burden" now.
The woman covered her mouth and coughed hard several times, then narrowed her eyes and looked at Sorayama Ichiyo.
Just now I couldn't help but cough in a low voice, and I instantly realized that the person in front of me was definitely not an ordinary bandit in terms of his clothes and posture. He who dared to go into the mountains alone and still make it here alive must have a very clever mind.
Martial arts.
When she left Edo and entered the mountains, Kazuyo Sorayama had not yet committed the shocking crime, and since she had been wandering in the mountains, she lacked sources of intelligence, so she did not know Kazuyo Sorayama at all.
Seeing that the other party was silent, he didn't bother to care about this strange pair. Sorayama Kazuyo could tell that the adult woman must have good martial arts. Of course, ordinary people would never come here, but could she be so weak?
Being able to use a knife is still a problem, as he poses no threat to himself.
What interested him slightly was the little girl who had said nothing from beginning to end, as if she were a soulless shell. Although she was walking and breathing, she looked more cold and heartless than herself. If I were to say that I was emotionally poor,
An ordinary person who is born with a cold personality, then this little girl is a completely unintentional person. Perhaps she can no longer be called a human being, but...a tool!
Yes, that's the feeling. Is it natural or man-made? If it's the latter, who would cultivate tools like this...
Kazuyo Sorayama's indifferent attitude seemed to make the woman lower her guard for a moment, and after a hurried bow, she pulled the little girl away from the place.
"If you continue to walk a few more miles on the mountain road like this, you might die directly." The woman's heavy breathing and violent coughing could not support her body walking at night. It would be best to rest in place for a few days. "I am right
You are not interested, the river beach is very big, I am not the owner of this place, you can do whatever you want."
The woman gritted her teeth and wanted to retort, but after looking at the little girl beside her, she couldn't help but sigh and walked to Kazuyo Sorayama, "This good man, please, do you have anything to eat? Our mother and daughter have been here for two days and one night.
I haven’t eaten anything. I, I... all my money was robbed by bandits. If a good man doesn’t dislike it..."
She pulled back her hair, revealing the face of a mature woman. Although her complexion was pale and very thin, there was a strong charm hidden in it that made people unable to bear to look away from her body.
"Huh?!" Kazuyo Sorayama got rid of this emotion in an instant. His control over his body had already reached a very perfect level. Even so, his attention was still involuntarily focused on this woman's body.
She is definitely not an ordinary woman! She is not even a martial arts woman who has practiced swordsmanship. Could it be that she is born with charm? How could such a person live in the mountains?
However, just like the curious little girl, he did not intend to delve into it. After all, no matter how big the secret was, it could be bigger than him. He did not sense any malice against him, and he was absolutely sure that the other party did not know him, so no matter how big the secret was, it could be bigger than him.
It has nothing to do with her identity. Another point is that as soon as the woman said the words "food", a violent "gurgling" sound came from the belly of the little girl next to her. Although it was still
He looked expressionless, but his body didn't lie. Helping them was just a matter of effort.
Kazuyo Sorayama waved his hand: "I told you, I won't do anything to you. As for food..." He couldn't help but paused awkwardly, "To be honest, I haven't eaten in a day." He saw the other side.
The woman looked disappointed, and he continued: "But, can you cook grilled fish?" "Ah?" The woman did not react to what Sorayama Kazuyo meant, but Sorayama Kazuyo immediately told her this with his actions.
The meaning of the words.
He stood up from the boulder, turned to face the river and closed his eyes slightly. Without any warning, he suddenly pulled out his long beam and stabbed a huge catfish in the water that was patrolling in the crevices of the stone for prey, and was thrust into the blade!
Kazuyo Sorayama didn't look back, he swung the knife back, and a big fish weighing at least five kilograms landed accurately on the woman's toes. Within a few seconds, he repeated the action again, and another fish of the same size was stabbed by him.
wear.
He walked up to the woman holding the famous sword that was used as a harpoon, "I'm pretty good at catching fish, but how do I make them cooked and then eaten smoothly... If you have a way..."
If he is not forced to take in nutrients, he will never eat fish raw, even if he can cut sashimi thinner than any top chef, and Kazuha Sorayama would rather drink it than grill the fish.
A bowl of delicious fish soup that has been simmered for several hours...
When the woman saw Kazuyo Sorayama drawing his sword, her pupils couldn't help but shrink rapidly. She couldn't see clearly! How on earth did he stab him? He was clearly standing in front of her, but when she saw his sword clearly, the fish had appeared out of thin air on the opponent's sword.
, if the fish were her own throat... the woman couldn't help coughing again, but she also understood that the other party did not have any evil intentions, because not to mention that she was seriously ill now, even if she was at her peak, she was not an enemy of this man.
Although she didn't completely let down her guard, she still accepted Kazuyo Sorayama's kindness. They were really hungry!
Momo took out a small knife from his arms and skillfully cut open the abdominal cavities of the two fishes. After cleaning them by the river, he found two branches and threaded them through. Then he panted and came to Kazuyo Sorayama and said, "Sir, please lend me a knife."
Once the tinder was used, mine was lost along with the money when I escaped from the bandits."
"Tinder? Um... do you need this thing to start a fire?" In addition to the hip flask and the small box in his arms, he didn't even have any thread, and he didn't even think of preparing these things.
Kazuyo Sorayama showed an innocent expression that looked extremely idiotic to others. If his admirers saw it, they might not feel the intense heartache of having their idol shattered.
The woman couldn't help but want to laugh and cry. No one is perfect! She obviously has extremely good swordsmanship, but she doesn't even know how to make fire. Maybe this is a severe punishment brought by God after giving her the talent of swordsmanship.