Chapter 192 My name is Bigu Qingjurou, I know a little about swordsmanship
"Kongshan, have you noticed the child yesterday..."
"Huh? What?"
Higu Seijuro fell into silence for a long time, and then slowly said: I didn't see hatred or darkness in his eyes, but innocence. It stands to reason that a child of this age is considered to be mentally tough if he is not scared to tears.
,But……"
Kazuyo Sorayama suddenly remembered the boy named Shinta yesterday. After seeing him kill all the bandits to avenge him, there was no joy in his eyes. He thought he was as cold-blooded as Kiriko, but Hiko's words made him feel this too.
The children are different, but so what?
"He is different from us. That child has things that we will never have again in this life. But in such troubled times... I dare to conclude that this child will definitely live a miserable life in the future! If he is strong, he will not have a good life; if he is weak, he will not have a good life.
Otherwise, you will have to die a good death." Sorayama Kazuyo waved his hand and continued: "Forget it, let's not mention him, he is just a child. There are too many orphans like him in this world. Let's have a discussion?"
"No, I'm going out for a walk." Hiko Seijuro swung his cloak and stood up and walked out of the wooden house. What Sorayama Kazuha didn't expect was that he had been gone for two days.
For some reason, the boy's bright eyes always appeared in Seijuro Hiko's consciousness from time to time after seeing him yesterday. By some strange combination of circumstances, he couldn't help but walk back along that road.
In his more than twenty years of life, he had killed at least hundreds of bandits and bullies, but the number of people he saved was far less than the number of people he killed. Whenever he thought about this, this swordsman with peerless swordsmanship would think
I couldn't help but feel disheartened.
Hiko Seijuro, who has been taught the tenet of "Learn the sword to save the world" since childhood, is far from being as indifferent to the world as Sorayama Kazuha. Whether he kills or not depends entirely on his mood. This time he returned here by accident, and there is something wrong with him.
There is a reason to "at least bury those innocent people who died."
"Huh?" Not even a single corpse was found where yesterday's battle took place. "Did it be buried by the domain warriors or kind-hearted people passing by?" Following the blood stains, Hiko Seijuro walked to a nearby mass grave. Suddenly,
A picture that he will never forget is reflected in his pupils: under the setting sun, a child covered in mud stands in front of a low new grave. On top of the grave are thin branches tied into a cross shape. The three largest ones in front
Three stones were placed neatly in front of the grave as tombstones.
The young man's fingers were dripping with blood and had been completely worn out. Under extreme exhaustion, the muscles all over his body were shaking slightly, but he still stood upright stubbornly. It seemed that as long as his consciousness could still control his body, he would never fall.
At this moment, Hiko Seijuro seemed to see in this child a kind of unyielding quality that only peerless swordsmen like him and Sorayama Kazuyo could possess.
It seems very simple, but it is almost impossible for ordinary people to achieve it. It is not only uncompromising to the oppression of the external world, but also a strong resistance to one's own laziness, depression, anxiety, complaints, uneasiness and various desires! In fact, it is not
Just a swordsman, any person who can reach the top possesses this unique quality, which is even far more important than physical, intelligence, knowledge and other factors.
Is it possible to complete thirty-three graves in one day and one night without any tools and only with the tender body of a child? Higurashi Seijuro thought. Although he could definitely do it faster and better at his age, at most
He would bury the corpses of innocent people, and he still thinks this way even now.
"Not only your relatives, did you also bury the bodies of the robbers?" Seijuro Hiko walked up behind the boy and asked loudly.
"They are not relatives. I have been an orphan for a long time. These people who were killed last night were just human traffickers. But whether they were robbers or human traffickers, they are just corpses after death." The young man's weak voice seemed like he would faint in the next second.
Not only is the heart pure, but also extremely kind? Bi Gu secretly thought, and his affection for the child deepened again, but he asked in a more serious tone: "Those stones are..."
"Sister Xia, Sister Akane, Sister Ying, we have only known each other for a day. I am the only boy in the team. I feel that I have to protect them at the risk of my life, but..." The child looked up at the setting sun and spoke for the first time.
There were fluctuations, "In the end, it was them who sacrificed their lives to save me... They desperately begged the bandits to let me go, and even if their bodies were pierced, they still told me to live well... I wanted to at least find some good stones as their
I only found these tombstones, not even a bouquet of flowers."
Higu Seijuro pulled out the wine cork and poured all the wine he cherished in the past onto the three stone "tombstones". "It is unfortunate to die without even tasting the wine. Let these be considered as my sacrifices to them."
"Thank you, may I ask..." "My name is Higu Seijuro, I know a little bit about swordsmanship." "Sword?" The boy couldn't help but recall the figure of another man who tortured and killed the bandit last night, which also made his young mind feel uncomfortable for the first time.
Have an extreme desire for swordsmanship.
"Without the sword, not only can you not protect them, but you can't fulfill their entrustment before they die. Through your hands, you have already felt the weight of the corpse, but it must be nothing compared to the mission you bear. In order to let them
To survive, in order to carry out your beliefs and protect the people you cherish, you must become strong!"
"To protect the people I cherish..."
"Hey, kid, what's your name?"
"Xintai."
"Too weak! Not suitable for a swordsman. From now on you will be called 'Kenshin'."
"Sword... heart...?"
Higu Seijuro used an unprecedented serious tone, as if talking to himself or to Kenshin: "I want to pass on my lifelong secret knowledge to you!" He stared blankly at Higu who was as hot as the sun.
Seijuro, Kenshin couldn't help but have a strong feeling that "maybe this is the most heartwarming person in the world." At this moment, in his young mind, Seijuro Bigu's status was no less than that of the three girls last night.
Thinking of what happened last night, Kenshin couldn't help but ask in a strange way: "Mr. Higu, who is more powerful, you or the man last night?"
"Nani?" Higu Seijuro's scorching aura suddenly declined, "Remember, you have to call me master from today on! Is this..."
He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment: "Now we are equally powerful, but I am a few years younger than him, and his swordsmanship is definitely not as good as mine at my age!" Although there was never a winner in the contest with Sorayama Kazuha, he was still
He is proud of being a great swordsman, and Bi Gu is qualified to say this.
In fact, although Sorayama Kazuha didn't say it, he admitted it in his heart. And in terms of physical talent, Hiko Seijuro is definitely the highest limit as a swordsman. If nothing else, he can wear that symbol that weighs dozens of kilograms.
The cloak of the leader of the Hiten Mitsurugi style does not affect any actions. Sorayama Kazuyo cannot do it no matter how much he practices, just like how Hiko can't achieve as perverted hearing as his own no matter how much he practices.
Kenshin thought thoughtfully, "Master...Master, can I be as strong as you in the future? Can I protect the people I cherish..."
"How difficult it is, how difficult it is!" Higu sighed. Kenshin's physical fitness cannot be said to be very good, it can even be said to be very average. He just looks like a middle-aged man, and is much shorter and thinner than children of his age. Only
In terms of the proportions of his hands, they are not swordsman's hands with wide palms and slender fingers like his and Sorayama Kazuyo's. Instead, they are more like a woman's hands. With such a talent, you may be able to become a super master or even a swordsman with just your mind. I think.
The hope of further progress is quite slim. This is the first difficulty Bigu sighs for;
It is far more difficult to protect others than to protect oneself. And even if they can practice swordsmanship to their level, what can they do? They can't just live alone in the mountains, where are there any cherished people who need their protection. This is Bigu's sigh.