Early in the morning, in the courtyard. The morning light melted away the coldness of the night. Facing the sunshine, Kongshan Yiye took out his beloved knife and looked at it carefully. After many battles, although the blade was not damaged, a few scratch marks were added to the back of Changchang Guang's knife.
The little girl Kiriko stared at Sorayama Kazuyo motionless for a long time. There was no innocence or curiosity in her eyes that she should have at this age, but a deep silence. Coupled with the secret breath-containing technique she had practiced since she was a child, she even
It's hard to notice even in front of your eyes.
Kazuyo Sorayama also has a headache on how to deal with Kiriko: it is obviously impossible to let her follow him. It may not be a problem to deal with a few thieves with her martial arts. Any Hatamoto in the shogunate army can kill her several times.
, taking her out is tantamount to harming her; leaving her here by herself? It doesn't seem to be a good choice. He himself doesn't have the confidence to take care of himself, let alone bringing a delicate girl who looks only 4 or 5 years old?
Forget it, take it one step at a time. Ichiyo Sorayama sheathed the sword, lifted the woman's body and said to Kiriko: "I'm going to bury her now."
There was no coffin or straw mat. In order to prevent it from being eaten by jackals and wild dogs, Sorayama Kazuyo specially cut some thick branches to cover the woman's body, piled a large stone on the grave as a tombstone, and a simple tomb was completed.
, he has killed many people, but this is his first time burying people.
"I don't know why she thinks I will take care of you, but just ask for your own blessings..."
There was no sun or moon in the mountains, and it was already late autumn in the blink of an eye.
Kazuyo Sorayama was wearing a cloak made of all kinds of messy furs. Its poor craftsmanship could be described as horrible. Its only advantage was that it was wide and thick, and it was more than enough to withstand the severe cold at night.
The ruined temple has also been tidied up. The main hall of the temple is reinforced with wood, bamboo beds, straw mats, and a fire pit. In the center, there is a clay pot with a corner missing, and unknown meat and wild vegetables are cooking. In the courtyard
The weeds are gone, replaced by rows of bamboo racks on which various dried meats, dried mushrooms and other wild vegetables are dried. At first glance, this ruined temple in the barren mountains has an indescribable warm smell.
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If a few months ago, Kazuyo Sorayama was still worried about how to take care of Kiriko, now it is completely reversed that Kiriko did almost all of this alone. This thin little girl never asked for help, but just
Silently busy every day, Ichiyo Sora had almost nothing to do except go out hunting every day and cut down some trees. In fact, he didn't understand this at all.
"I'm done with my work in the afternoon. I'll add another hour of martial arts practice. This time you attack and I defend." Sorayama Kazuyo put down the bamboo bowl and said to the dumb little girl. He has been teaching Kiriko swordsmanship for several months, and he also teaches it every day.
As his main activity, he had no intention of accepting a disciple at all. In the beginning, he just wanted her to have the minimum ability to protect herself after he left.
Unexpectedly, Kiriko's talent in swordsmanship far exceeded Kazuyo Sorayama's imagination! Perhaps it was due to her training in ninja secrets, but her tenacity was comparable to Kazuyo Sorayama's, even her silent and cold expression was exactly the same. What if?
Instead of damaging the foundation of his body and preventing him from exerting the power of a leaf on an empty mountain, he might become a great swordsman twenty years later.
Kiriko held the younger one's wooden sword, and followed Kazuyo Sorayama's instructions to find an opportunity to attack. The eight-year-old Kiriko was actually only a little over one meter tall, and the top of her head reached to Kazuyo Sorayama's waist, which made many attacks difficult.
The moves on the face, throat, chest and abdomen are completely useless.
"Shortness also has advantages, Wuzi, don't insist on killing with one blow." Sorayama Kazuyo pushed away the attacking wooden sword and continued to teach: "Half of the skill in swordsmanship lies in the body technique, and the body technique mainly relies on
Once the legs and feet are injured, a swordsman who loses mobility is at the mercy of others, and there are very few swordsmanships specifically targeting lower body attacks, so the average swordsman's defense against the legs is far inferior to that of the chest and abdomen, and this is a loophole."
The little girl followed Kazuyo Sorayama's instructions and attacked her leg, but she was kicked away mercilessly by Kazuyo Sorayama. "Stupid! The intention of the attack is too obvious. The enemy not only has a sword, but also the opponent's leg will be kicked if he attacks it."
The awareness, continue." "Pay attention to the correctness of the moves but lose the speed. Do you think the enemy is a wooden stake that will stand for you to stab?" "This sword has some appearance, but when it stabs the enemy, you will also be chopped.
Break in half and fight! How many times have I said that you can't risk your life in one blow? You are not a ninja now." "Your body does not allow for head-on fighting. The best way to solve the battle is to use dexterous body skills!" "Breathe!
Pay attention to the breathing rhythm I teach you. Even if you are very tired, you still cannot relax."...
It’s not that Sorayama Ichiha was harsh. When he was instructing the disciples of Sorayama’s Kami-ryu in Edo, he would often dismiss them with just a few words. He would never give a demonstration, let alone fight face to face. Only Katsura Kogoro could occasionally enjoy this.
Treatment. He was so dedicated. On the one hand, he felt a little grateful for Wuzi's dedicated care, but more importantly, he couldn't bear to see someone with such talent in swordsmanship go to waste.
The high-intensity battle exhausted the little girl, and no matter how hard Kiriko tried, it was impossible to brush against Sorayama Kazuyo's clothes. With Sorayama Kazuyo's level of swordsmanship, in fact, only one person in Japan who could do this could do so.
A few. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been dominated by depression and loss. Although Wuzi was swaying and bruised, what remained unchanged was the indifferent expression on his face, like a machine without emotion. As long as he could still stand.
When he stood up, he would definitely raise his sword to attack. Sorayama Kazuyo couldn't help but secretly approve.
Kicking Wuzi over again, he put away his wooden sword and looked at the sunset, which was about to set. "Okay, that's it for today. Remember, don't practice more secretly. Your body is not developed yet, and practicing hard will hurt your body. Today
Suddenly I feel like eating grilled fish, please prepare it and I will catch a fish."
Kazuo Sorayama, who was not practicing or teaching, suddenly became lazy. He picked up the captain and walked out of the temple gate, heading towards the river not far away. Wuzi seemed to have been used to his behavior for a long time, and said nothing.
Staring at Sorayama Kazuyo's back gradually going away, it was only at this time that her eyes showed confusion, attachment, and entanglement. She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but she gradually fell silent.
There were two impaled big fish thrown on the big rocks on the shore, and another one was impaled on the long bamboo spear. It was obviously impossible to finish the meal, so he planned to order the remaining fish to be made into fish soup for tomorrow.
Breakfast. Kazuyo Sorayama is very satisfied with his current life. There are no disputes and no need to pretend. He can do what he wants to do every day, such as basking in the sun, exploring the surrounding terrain, and collecting some wild vegetables and fruits with Kiriko...
Apart from not drinking, it was the most comfortable life he had had in several worlds. He was not a person who liked fame and fortune.
The ninjas and the shogunate army of Yu Tingban seemed to be far away from him. Perhaps they were dealing with the swarming rebellion and had not yet made up their minds to send out manpower to encircle and suppress him. Perhaps they trusted the general and were eager to stabilize his rule. The top officials were busy fighting for power and no one cared about hiding.
In the deep mountains, there is nothing wrong with taking the initiative to cause trouble.
The shogunate also knew very well that it was not cost-effective to send tens of thousands of people into the mountains just for one person, not to mention that in such a complex environment, the numerical advantage could not be successfully turned into a victory, and they might be killed by Ichiha Sorayama.
.In this way, as long as he continues to stay in the mountains, the shogunate can selectively forget. This seems to have become a tacit understanding of all the shogunate bosses. This is what the so-called politics is all about.