Viewed from behind, this man looks quite ordinary. He has a slightly thin build and is of medium to tall height. If he took off the triangular scarf covering his face and threw it into a crowd, he would definitely lose his attention within 2 seconds.
This man grabbed the clothes of the two bandits and threw them into the grass. He looked quite skilled. Judging from the technique, this was definitely not the first time he had done this. He lowered his voice and spoke to the mother and daughter on the ground who still had not figured out the situation.
He shouted in a low voice: "Put on your clothes and leave here quickly. There have been many wanderers from the Changzhou domain recently. Remember to bring some men to protect you next time you go out."
After saying that, he paid no attention to the two women, turned around and said on guard: "Your Excellency has been watching for a long time, should you show up and let me watch next."
"It seems that such a master shouldn't appear in this remote town. If it's convenient, can you take off your hijab?" Sorayama Kazuyo took the wine jar in his arms and walked out from behind the tree. He had no intention of doing so.
It is also necessary to hide your figure so that the man in front of you can notice you.
After hearing Kazuyo Sorayama's words and taking a closer look at Kazuyo Sorayama's figure, the man's hair stood on end, he arched his back like a raccoon cat with explosive fur, and showed off the weapon hidden in his sleeves and took a stance: "
Your Excellency is...Sword Master Sorayama-sama?"
Ichiyo Sorayama was slightly shocked, he was recognized again!
Is he already so famous that someone can know him anywhere?
He reluctantly took off his bamboo hat and threw it at his feet. When he saw the opponent's weapon, his eyes lit up, "Oh? Steel cane? This kind of weapon is not common. Looking at your martial arts, few people in Japan can reach your level.
You are not a master of swordsmanship, and you are good at hiding and following me, and you have a hostile attitude towards me... As far as I know, there is only one place in Japan where a person like you can appear... Is it Miwaban? You can really meet him everywhere
You guys!"
The man whose identity was also revealed did not refute or explain. He actually sighed and put away the two steel crutches, bowed slightly and said: "Sword Master is well-deserved, and I am indeed one of the Royal Court Fans."
"It's not as simple as an ordinary ninja! Both of your leaders have fought against me. I think your martial arts skills are not inferior to theirs."
The man looked at the mother and daughter who were struggling to get dressed, and shouted: "You guys, go quickly, it's dangerous here!" He turned to look at Kazuyo Sorayama and said sincerely: "I'm just the person in charge of intelligence in this city. The Choshu clan has been active recently.
Frequently, his intention to rebel against the shogunate is obvious. I am stationed here only to monitor the recent smuggling trade of the Choshu Domain, not for the Sword Master. Besides..."
"Besides?"
The man sighed: "The former leader was ordered to have his belly disemboweled because he failed to rescue the general from your Majesty, and the current leader had an arm cut off by your Majesty. In the eyes of the big shots in the shogunate and even His Highness the Shogun, our Yutingban no longer has much effect.
Now, most of them are dispersed and dispatched to each domain to handle intelligence. They are almost the same as ordinary people. It is equivalent to being driven out of Edo. They have no time to care about themselves and they can't even bother to hunt down the Lord. In the past few years, they have known that the Lord is hiding in the mountains of Kai.
, and it’s the same thing that we can’t send people to search for.”
Kazuyo Sorayama pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "If I let you go, you will still report the information about me here to the shogunate."
The man's body stiffened, but he still nodded reluctantly and said, "This is my duty."
"In that case..." Ichiyo Sorayama slowly pulled out his long captain's light: "What other last words do you have?"
Although he had guessed that Kazuyo Sorayama would not let him leave, the man still felt a little bitter in his heart, "Please let these two women go, they don't know anything."
"Haha, it depends on my mood."
Facing Kazuyo Sorayama's pressing step by step, the man's eyebrows stood up. From the depth of wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes, it could be seen that he was obviously middle-aged. A man who had experienced countless life and death battles, even if he faced the legendary "Shura"
"He would not give up easily. He put one leg in front of him and the other behind him. He used cross steel crutches to protect his chest and abdomen. He put on a defensive posture and shouted: "If you don't leave, you will die here!" Mother and daughter two
Only then did the man lift up his skirt in panic and stumbled away towards the official road.
Ichiyo Sorayama ignored him and walked straight to the man, staring at the two steel crutches carefully: about half a meter long, with a handle extending three-quarters of the way, so it is also called a Bu-shaped crutch. The short handle is facing forward.
The long handle faces backward and is parallel to the forearm. It can be used as an extension of the arm and fist for boxing attacks, and it can also be used as a simple shield to defend, to noose the opponent's weapon, or to bully and hammer in front of you.
All attacks can exert great power. In the hands of masters, countless complex moves and routines can be derived, which can be said to be an integrated attack and defense.
Until modern times, the abduction is still one of the standard police cold weapons.
Since it is made of fine steel, long swords with thin blades should be avoided as much as possible, otherwise they will easily be shattered on the spot. Sorayama Kazuha held the sword in one hand and slowly handed it forward, as slowly as a disciple demonstrating swordsmanship.
It was normal, but this middle-aged ninja didn't dare to move at all, and just stared at the long sword as he approached inch by inch.
If it were an ordinary opponent, he would have already struck each other with both crutches at this time, locked or even surrendered the opponent's weapons, but the perception honed by countless lives and deaths told him that if he did this at this time, Sorayama Kazuha would definitely be in trouble before the two crutches intersected.
At that moment, it suddenly passed through the gap and pierced directly into his own throat.
Retreating is a dead end!
He never believed that his movement speed could be faster than Sorayama Ichiye who had mastered the secret of "Thousand Strikes in a Flash". In the midst of lightning and flint, he directly gave up the defensive posture that he was once proud of and made the current leader's flowing water sword style useless.
Instead, he took the initiative to stick out his neck and hit the blade. At the same time, he shot forward like a bomb with both crutches in his hands and flew away into the empty mountain.
Of course, if you do this, your own throat will be sealed with a sword, but the heavy crutches will also rely on the final inertia to smash the opponent's chest, and they will both die in one move.
There was no other way. As a member of the Royal Court Banner, he knew very well how amazing the swordsmanship that Sorayama Kazuyo once showed was. He majored in strong physical skills and did not know how to stand in. If he was cut, he would be cut.
The damage cannot be passed on.
If both generations of leaders are intact and besieging the opponent with him, he himself is responsible for containment and defense, the previous generation leader is responsible for long-range sneak attacks with hidden weapons, and the current generation leader uses Kodachi skills to attack fiercely, even Sorayama Kazuha will not be able to win easily, even if he kills the opponent on the spot
There are also quite a few opportunities, but on my own, I can only fight for a slim chance of survival!
Facing the ninja's desperate moves, Kazuyo Sorayama showed an expression of admiration. He did not retreat to dodge, but flicked forward the five fingers of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword. The captain's light seemed to be equipped with a vector acceleration engine.
It escaped from his hand and flew forward quickly.
This man never expected that the opponent, as the strongest person in the field of swordsmanship, could make the sword leave his hand and use it as a hidden weapon! Who said that swordsmen are addicted to swords as much as their lives? Who said that swordsmen can do anything but die?
Will you let go of the sword hilt?!
His whole plan was instantly disrupted, and he had no choice but to block his throat with his left hand cane and extend his right hand cane forward to prevent the opponent from pursuing him.
The tip of the knife hit the steel cane with a clanking sound. The elasticity of the steel itself caused the captain's light to pop back. The force of the impact made the man's body stiff for a few tenths of a second.
Taking advantage of this opening in the blink of an eye, he grasped the forward-stretched steel crutch with his left hand, Sorayama Ichiha stepped forward, took the handle of the knife with his right hand and pressed it against the main artery of the man's neck.
In the blink of an eye, the two men switched offense and defense several times, and it seemed that the outcome was uncertain, but all the rhythm was in the hands of Kazuyo Sorayama. From the beginning to the end, he just walked up to the man, handed out the blade, and continued to move forward to hold the other man's neck.
Don't retreat, don't hide, remain unchanged, and defeat the enemy with one move.
The man's face was ashen, and he let his crutches fall to the ground. He could be defeated, or he could die, but no one could accept that he was defeated in such a toy-like manner before the superb martial arts he had practiced so hard could be used.
The blood splattered in his imagination did not appear. Kazuyo Sorayama sheathed the sword without hesitation. He had no intention of killing this man. In these days, there are not many people with a sense of justice. Killing just one is enough.
One less person, after all, no one wants to live in an environment full of villains.
Kazuyo Sorayama just wanted to find out the opponent's purpose and identity, and in the end he took action out of curiosity about Qimen's weapons.
It doesn't matter if his identity is revealed. This is the Choshu Domain. He doesn't have to worry about the shogunate sending a large army to encircle and suppress him. As for a small group sneak attack? Between himself and Higu, even he can't imagine any master who can complete this arduous task...
"Wuzi, let's go." He ignored the Yutingban master and turned around to leave.
"Wait, sir, if you let me go like this, aren't you afraid that I will report it to the shogunate?"
"Please. I don't mind killing a few more idiots who came here to die."
"Sir, don't you want to know my identity?"
"Originally I still had some interest, but forget it, it doesn't make any difference to me whether I know or not."
"Sir Sword Master, I will not charge you for drinking in Aoi House in the future, as a reward for letting me go."
As he spoke, he untied his turban, revealing a weathered face of a middle-aged man. The only thing that was slightly eye-catching was his two neatly trimmed beards.
"So that's it. You are the boss of Aoi House Restaurant. Unexpectedly..." It seems that I and Higu's future sake are in a relationship!
"I want to ask you a question." "Sir, please tell me."
"Why did you come here to save people at the risk of exposing your identity? As a ninja, don't you put your mission first?"
The boss of Aoi House picked up his crutches and hid them in his sleeves. After carefully arranging them, he solemnly stared at Kazuyo Sorayama and said: "Yes, everything for ninjas is for the mission, but as the guardian of the shogunate, we maintain the stability of the world.
Protecting everyone’s safety is our biggest mission at Yutingfan!”
Kazuyo Sorayama was a little speechless, "It's a pity that you don't become the leader... Could you please give me your surname?"
"Sir, please call me Weng."
"Weng? Well, I haven't tasted the fine wine of Edo for a long time. I hope I can drink it next time I go."
The figures of Sorayama Kazuyo and Kiriko, one big and one small, gradually disappeared. Ongcai looked away, put on his face towel again and returned to Aoiya. This is the largest stronghold established by the Imperial Court Ban in the Choshu Domain, and he has been in charge here for nearly ten years.
This brief encounter with Sorayama Kazuyo, he planned to report in detail to the leader, who would then submit it to the shogunate. Once, Sorayama Kazuyo was a complete devil in his heart, but after this incident, he found that the other party was not like the legend.
He is generally cruel, but he is a very righteous person.
For such a person, he certainly does not want to be exterminated by the shogunate. But as he said, the duty of a ninja does not allow him to conceal important information based on personal feelings.
As for how the top management decides, that is beyond his position...