A full moon crossed the mountain peaks, bringing some light to the dark world. Three figures, two in front and one behind, walked in the mountains near the ancient battlefield filled with remnant soldiers and corpses under the dim moonlight.
One of the two people in front was stumbling. The various armors, swords, guns, and war materials collected on his back covered his entire upper body, with only a short bandy leg exposed. He stumbled and seemed to be about to fall at any time; the other person was walking heavily and breathing heavily.
His voice was mixed with fear, sadness, and anger, but he still didn't dare to fight back, as if a great fate was forcibly suppressing his body, and he couldn't resist at all.
The sword had already been sheathed, and he held the blade slightly with his left hand, swinging his right hand naturally, keeping his body straight, and followed the two of them silently and unhurriedly.
He hoped that this was a dream. When he woke up, he could see his gentle and virtuous Japanese wife waiting for him to get up, he could see his children playing around, and he could eat the food cooked by his parents in China, but the cold knife in his hand was
, the smell of blood that rushes into his nose from time to time, always reminds him, this modern top warrior: he may never be able to go back, at least he can't find a clue to go back yet.
"I'm sorry, my opponents, I'm sorry, my relatives! In the end, are you still my only partner?" He stroked the blade, feeling a little inexplicably depressed, but then a trace of relief came to his heart: "New
There will be no shortage of opponents. Maybe God sent me to this war-torn ancient Japan, which will be a better training for me."
"Who is coming!" A loud shout interrupted his contemplation. He saw a warrior dressed in scarlet sitting next to the rock in front of him, staring at the three of them, and dripping from the cloth strip tied randomly on his left leg.
With blood dripping on his back, the samurai slowly stood up holding a gorgeously decorated sword. When he saw the weapons and armor on Rikichi Yohei's back, he suddenly burst into tears and gritted his teeth and said: "Baga! It turns out they are a few despicable people.
Farmers come here to hunt for weapons, let me, Sato Kojiro, save you today!"
Although he was injured, Sato Kojiro still drew the knife steadily, obviously not caring about the lowly peasant in front of him.
Rikichi and Ping looked back tremblingly, and automatically moved to both sides of the mountain road. He ignored the two people who were so frightened that they were almost speechless. He held the knife on his waist and walked towards Sato Kojiro, moving away from the other two.
Standing still at the length of the blade, he bowed slightly and said, "Sir Sato, I have offended you. These two farmers are unforgivable. I originally wanted to kill them with one sword, but now they are of some use to me. Please forgive me."
In an unknown era, unknown place, unknown friends and foes, he decided to replace it with courtesy first and then make plans based on the situation.
Hearing this, Sato Kojiro lowered the tip of his sword slightly, nodded and muttered: "Hmm... which domain's samurai are you?" "I am a ronin who was hired to fight in this war. I escaped death by luck, and I don't know where to go.
Where." Sato Kojiro slowly put the sword into its sheath, looked up and down, and sighed: "I guess you are also a samurai with family heritage. Judging from your thorough etiquette, you should have lost your master's family not long ago... What do you call me?"
What to call him? He's just a poor man who was exiled to this era...
A gust of mountain wind blew by, and the red leaves blew away. He couldn't help but recite: "The white rocks come out of Jingxi, the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. In the empty mountain, I am stuck in a strange place, although
I long to return to my hometown as soon as possible, but like this leaf, I can’t help but drift everywhere, well... call me a leaf in the empty mountain... "
"Hahaha!" Sato Kojiro sat down with his sword in hand and laughed unscrupulously: "As a ronin, no matter how good you are at reciting poems, the emperor will not ask you to be Taizheng. Besides, that position has already been taken by a despicable monkey.
"Steal" Seeing no one responded, his laughter gradually stopped and he said dejectedly: "My master also fought to the death in this war. As a personal guard, I should have broken my heart and followed him, but there is still a young master who needs help.
After the young master becomes an adult, he still needs to regain the lost territory." After saying that, Sato Kojiro said firmly: "Three generations of the Sato family are loyal and loyal, and I will work hard for the domain! Sorayama Ichiha, are you willing to do something with me?"
Kazuyo Sorayama was stunned, such a rash solicitation... let's try it again. Does the other party think that he will make a rash decision without understanding any situation? Forget it, forget it! Then he smiled bitterly and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but
I don't have much ability, and I have no idea of establishing a career. For the time being, I just want to wander around and hone my swordsmanship. Please forgive me and I'm extremely sorry." The hoarse, low voice carried an unshakable determination.