Chapter 23 The warriors coming one after another [middle]
Gorobei looked at Sorayama Kazuha, turned to Kanbei and asked: "I wonder who this lord is..." "Oh, this gentleman's name is Sorayama Kazuha, he is our partner, his martial arts is extremely strong but he doesn't think much about it.
He takes care of worldly affairs and is quite sincere, but his temper is a bit cold, so I am responsible for recruiting warriors."
"Souga!" Gorobei, who is a human spirit, immediately understood that this was another ruthless character who spoke better with his sword than his mouth! "In this case, without further delay, let's split up and recruit as soon as possible. After all, we have more time to prepare.
The greater the hope of victory." Gorobei said decisively.
Kanbingwei nodded: "That's very good! I won't be polite to you. You go ahead and we will leave immediately after the disciples have tidied up."
"Haha! It's time to go out and let him test his martial arts skills again. If he meets a samurai with strong martial arts skills like Sorayama-kun, this kid Katsushiro may have died before he even went into battle," Gorobei joked. Kanbei touched him awkwardly.
Baldly watching Gorobei go away, he thought to himself: I hope this blow will make Katsushiro grow up a little, otherwise with his current martial arts skills, going out to fight against the bandits will be a dead end.
Where is the best place to recruit down-and-out samurai in a bustling castle town? It's definitely not a brothel where many samurai are accompanied by prostitutes. The samurai who can afford to go there are generally registered and enjoy generous salaries and rewards. In their eyes, farmers are just like pigs and dogs.
, he is extremely kind if he doesn’t hit or scold him frequently, how could he accept employment from farmers!
Taverns with many rogues and small gambling houses are not suitable. There may be many people willing to accept employment, but these people generally have no ability and bad conduct. They may even occasionally act as bandits when they are really embarrassed. Recruiting them is equivalent to attracting wolves into the house. Those who are truly capable
A samurai would never go to a place like that to lose his will.
Gorobei sat at the door of a dilapidated snack shop, took a sip of water from a thick porcelain tea cup, and chatted with a skinny old boss: "It's not easy to find." "What are you looking for, sir?"
"Samurai." The boss squinted and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, there is a second-rate guy here." "Oh?" Gorobei sat up straight. "This samurai is different. He came to beg for food when he was hungry and said he had no money.
But he wanted to chop wood for me. I liked his frankness and agreed to it."
In the wasteland near the shop, there are tall logs stacked among the overgrown weeds. A man in simple and shabby clothing holds a long-handled ax high to chop firewood. Judging from his smooth movements, it is obvious that this is not the first time he has engaged in this kind of work.
Gorobei stood on the pile of logs and carefully observed the man's movements: he held the end of the ax handle tightly with both hands, and he must maintain the upper position for each chop. There were no mistakes in his precise chopping movements. Each piece of chopped wood was the same size, which showed that
This person is not a novice. However, although his movements are precise, his strength control is not enough. Every time he breaks the log, the ax blade will be deeply embedded in the base plate below.
The extra action of pulling out the ax is not only a waste of physical strength, but also may lead to death on the battlefield because the extra action is too late to block or dodge. Obviously, this ronin's martial arts skills are indeed very average.
Gorobei couldn't help but think of the knife Sorayama Kazuha slashed Katsushiro's neck. If it had been Hiashi, Katsushiro's body would have been completely cold by now.
The samurai who felt someone behind him put down his axe, glanced at Gorobei, then turned around and put the long knife beside the firewood pile beside him. In times of chaos, the only thing that can protect one's safety is the sharp blade in his hand. This is the survival rule of every samurai.
"Drink!" The man continued to hold his ax high and shouted loudly, slashing at the log with far greater momentum than before as a demonstration.
Gorobei watched with interest. Instead of leaving, he put the knife across his knees and sat down. The man turned around and asked seriously: "Have you never seen chopping firewood?" He had a round face and a long face.
With a pair of small, round eyes and a slender mustache, he looks quite happy.
Gorobei laughed and said: "You seem to be very happy." "I was born like this." The man pretended to be serious and bowed, and suddenly, an indescribable sense of humor spread out. Gorobei held back his laughter and watched him continue.
Pichai: "I'm very skilled." "No, no, it's not as fun as killing someone!" The man waved his hand, pretending not to care.
"Oh? Have you killed many people?" Gorobei asked curiously.
The man raised the ax high and replied: "Once you start killing, you can't stop." The ax fell, and another piece of wood was split into two. "So run away before killing." He turned around and raised his eyebrows, saying proudly.
Gorobei was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "You are so smart." "If you give me a prize, please give me a prize." The man turned around and bowed again, obviously not feeling any shame at his actions that were contrary to the samurai spirit.
Gorobei looked at the figure chopping firewood seriously below. Although there are many samurai who do not do evil and stick to their own principles even if they are hungry, samurai who can maintain an optimistic spirit and even dare to laugh at themselves are rare. They have this spirit.
Even if their martial arts skills are average, they can still play a big role.
Especially for a small team composed of strangers, if you want to maintain tacit cooperation with each other, you must have an optimistic person to enliven the atmosphere and act as a team glue to keep morale high.
Looking at the figure chopping firewood below, Gorobei suddenly said: "Are you interested...in killing thirty bandits?" Before he finished speaking, the man struck the ground with his axe, and looked back at Gorobei in shock.