Kazuyo Sorayama reached an agreement with Kanbei and continued to live a life of practicing, eating, and hanging out. Perhaps the experienced Kanbei believed that if Kazuyo Sorayama participated in recruiting samurai, the possibility of fighting would be far greater than the success of the recruitment.
Much more.
Kanbei and Katsushiro stood outside the inn, watching the people coming and going. Katsushiro quietly pointed at a samurai and said to Kanbei: "Master, look at this man."
Kanbei looked over, shook his head and said with a smile: "This won't work. You see, although his clothes are shabby, he has his head held high, his shoulders are against the big gun, and his eyes are clear. He must be someone who wants to display his ambitions. He will never do that.
Things like helping farmers kill bandits."
Katsushiro nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, master." After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Master, that... Is Senior Kazuyo Sorayama really powerful?"
Kanbei didn't know what Katsushiro was thinking, so he shook his head and said, "You still don't know how to accurately distinguish a person's martial arts level. Alas, of course, this has a lot to do with your own lack of strength." Katsushiro bowed his head in shame. "
I don't blame you, after all, you are still young, and my martial arts skills are mediocre at your age." Kanbei continued: "Do you know what kind of person the master is most afraid of?" Katsushiro thought for a while, but still shook his head.
He shook his head and said, "Master, please give me some advice."
Kanbei seemed to recall something, and after a long time he said: "Those arrogant and seemingly arrogant guys are often the first to die, so they are not worth mentioning." As he said this, he pointed at the two men wearing bamboo hats who just passed by.
The Ronin: "Just like them, they show off their fierceness to hide their weakness." "It doesn't matter if you are brave and diligent, because as long as you give way a little and don't fight with them, they won't bite you."
, once they meet you again, they will not be more wary of you."
"What scares me the most is those people who always keep their breathing steady and their eyes calm. When they walk towards you leisurely with a knife, you will feel as if killing you is as easy as cutting a straw mat. This
This kind of fear can wake you up in your dreams and soak your whole body in cold sweat!"
Kanbei took a deep breath, shook his head as if to get rid of something, and said to Katsushiro: "Every time I meet such a person, I have only one thought, which is to treat him with respect and sincerity. That night, Sorayama-kun
The look he gave us was the kind of look I never wanted to see in my dreams. It was the eyes of a swordsman who knows all your flaws and kills you with one strike." After saying that, he patted Katsushiro's hand.
Shoulder, no more words.
The two stopped talking and stared at the passers-by again, looking for recruits who met their goals.
After a while, Kanbei's eyes flashed and he said to Rikichi who was waiting on the side: "Look at the ronin, his hair is a little messy and he has a serious expression. Call him over and say that there is a samurai asking for help. Katsushiro, follow
I'll go into the house."
After saying that, he walked into the hotel first and sat on the floor table. He leaned over and picked among the dry firewood next to the fire pit in the center of the big room. He selected a thick and thin stick and handed it to Katsushiro: "Take it, hide behind the door and lift it up."
, wait for the ronin to come in, and break it down with all your strength."
Katsushiro looked at Kanbei hesitantly, but finally gritted his teeth and took it. "Don't be merciful, attack with all your strength," Kanbei said. Katsushiro walked behind the door, raised the wooden stick high and got into a posture. The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and a shadow slowly
Slow came from outside, and as soon as the figure stepped through the door, Katsushiro shouted and struck down with his stick without hesitation.
Faced with the unprepared attack, the ronin had no time to unsheath his sword. He just pulled out his left hand from his waist to strike with the sword. He raised his arm and knocked the stick back with the handle of the sword. Katsushiro was swept away by this force and turned around involuntarily.
He turned around and turned his back to Ronin. The Ronin grabbed the back of his neck with his right hand and pushed him forward. Katsushiro was pushed forward and staggered forward. He then lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The ronin bowed slightly, like a cheetah about to attack. He held the handle of the knife in his right hand and quickly glanced left and right, observing whether there were any other ambush in the room.
Kanbei ignored Katsushiro who fell to the ground. He stood up with his katana in his left hand and walked up to the ronin and said, "Good skill! I'm sorry for the offence. Kanbei Shimada is recruiting knights in a hurry. Please forgive me."
He bowed respectfully to Ronin.
Ronin stood up straight, relaxed his guard slightly, but still stared at Kanbei, and said word by word: "What's going on, I won't let it go until you explain it clearly!" Kanbei hurriedly waved his hand and said:
"No, no, I'm so sorry. We just wanted to try your skills because we will have to fight against bandits soon."
Hearing this, the ronin put down his right hand holding the handle of the sword and asked with a hint of excitement: "Well, which vassal is it?" In Japan of this era, being able to serve the lord with martial arts is the pursuit of almost every ronin.
If your military exploits are appreciated by important figures such as feudal lords and family elders, you will immediately get the opportunity to be loyal and become a formal samurai with status, fixed salary and rewards.
Kanbei lowered his head and said, "It's embarrassing to say it, but it's for the farmers." "Farmers?" "Yes, there is no salary or reward, just daily meals..." "Baga!" Ronin interrupted Kanbei,
His eyes flickered and he said: "How can my reward be so small!" "What a pity. Can you think about it?" "No!" Ronin refused without hesitation, put the knife back into his waist, and turned around without looking back.
Leave.
"What a pity, he is so good at martial arts!" Katsushiro felt very sorry for the rejection of this ronin who had left him no chance to fight back. Kanbei stroked his beard and did not answer, and judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be overly concerned.
Instead, he walked out of the store and started a new round of recruitment.