"Ah, hey, hey, hey! Ah, hey, hey!" There was a loud shout outside the drinking shop, and a porter wearing only a loincloth rushed in and faced Kan Bing out of breath.
Wei shouted: "Samurai! We also found a samurai!"
It turned out to be one of the three porters with a strong sense of justice. He took a deep breath and looked at Kanbei excitedly: "We found a very powerful samurai. Many people can't beat him in a fight, just like a mad dog.
, I invited him to drink after breaking up the fight, and when I talked about you helping the farmers fight against the bandits, he wanted to come after hearing this, right behind me."
Before Kanbei could say anything, Katsushiro was already picking out the sticks he had. He stood up and asked, "Would you like to try it?" Kanbei looked at Katsushiro who was becoming more and more calm and nodded happily.
Katsushiro raised the wooden stick high and raised the upper section in a graceful manner. He had launched this attack twice in total. The first time, he was grabbed by the back of the neck by a ronin and was disgraced;
The second time he faced Kazuyo Sorayama, he almost died. To this day, the wound on his neck has not healed.
The painful lesson made Katsushiro study this move like crazy. Regarding the technique of exerting force and follow-up response of this move, Katsushiro even dared to say that he was no weaker than his master Kanbei.
Seeing this posture, the porter asked in panic: "Hey, what do you want?!" "Try him!" Katsushiro replied impatiently.
Seeing that Katsushiro was so determined, it was obviously impossible to persuade him to put down the wooden stick in his hand. The porter rushed to Kanbei, pointed his finger directly at Kanbei, and shouted angrily: "Samurai, this is too despicable!"
No one among the samurai spoke, including Jiuzang. Trial moves were the basic rules for recruiting samurai or thugs in this era, and it was an agreed upon rule between every employer and the recruit.
Moreover, often the riskier the things the employer needs to do, the more stringent the level of testing. After all, no one would entrust their wealth and life to a gangster with low martial arts skills.
If the recruit is unfortunately injured or dies during the test of martial arts, he cannot blame his employer. He can only blame himself for not practicing enough and failing to withstand the test, let alone launch revenge in the future.
Just like the first ronin who frustrated Katsushiro, even though he was highly skilled in martial arts and had a bad temper, he didn't bother after learning the reason for Kanbei's recruitment. Instead, he simply refused and walked away without any compensation or conditions.
Kanbei didn't want to explain these samurai rules to the porter, so he shouted: "Shut up! Just watch!" The porter's eyes widened: "You are a sneak attack!"
"A real samurai will not be attacked by surprise!" "But...but he drank a lot of wine!" "A real samurai will not be so drunk that he is defenseless!" Kanbei said without hesitation.
Before he finished speaking, a tall, drunken figure stepped into the door surrounded by the other two porters.
The wooden stick in Katsushiro's hand hit downwards almost instantly, with speed and accuracy many times better than the first time.
There was only a "bump" sound, and the stick hit the head firmly. The figure screamed and fell down with his head in his hands.
When several farmers saw this, they couldn't help but shrink tighter; and the samurai, including Hayashida Heihachi, raised their lips in disdain, obviously disdainful of the ronin's behavior when he entered.
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head. He did not pay attention to the unlucky Ronin, but was very dissatisfied with Katsushiro's performance.
Although the move Katsushiro used just now seemed impressive, in Kazuyo Sorayama's opinion, the timing and momentum of the move were really unsightly.
When attacking, the ronin can only enter the door with his head, and his body and legs are outside. Even if the ronin is slightly defensive, he can easily exit the house.
Once this happens, the ronin can draw his sword and cut off Katsushiro's arm before Katsushiro can withdraw his attack, or quickly retreat, or question him, which are all the best options.
Not to mention the timing, Katsushiro was even weaker in terms of the momentum of his attack.
If this stick had been struck by Kazuyo Sorayama, even when he was a teenager, the stick imbued with the swordsman's will would have split the brains of this ronin, and at the very least he would have been knocked unconscious without a word.
Like now, he can still rub his head and look for his attacker.
The ronin angrily pushed away the porter who was trying to help him up, and shouted incomprehensibly: "Baga! Who is it! Who has the guts to attack me! Come out! How can we repair it!"
The ferocious look on his face was exactly as described by the porter who came to report him: like a mad dog.
Katsushiro was startled, perhaps because the previous two lessons were extremely painful, or perhaps because he was frightened by Ronin's expression. He quickly threw away the wooden stick in his hand and hid behind the wooden fence in the house.
The man noticed Katsushiro running away and staggered after him, shouting: "Don't run away, kid!"
When everyone saw this, the mockery on their faces grew stronger. If they were in this situation, the first thing they would do was to get out of danger quickly and ask why they were attacked. The second thing would be to draw their swords directly and force the other party to tell them the reason.
Make a decision again.
How could he be like this ronin and be so mindless as to scratch around!
The ronin was so drunk that he couldn't stand upright. In his drunken state, it was obviously impossible to catch up with the agile Katsushiro. After chasing around the house twice to no avail, he may have lost strength, or he felt that he was very drunk.
Ronin decisively gave up his plan to chase Katsushiro.
He lay with his chest open on the floor where the samurai were. The astonishingly long nodachi at his waist was dragged by the ronin's belt and pinned underneath him.
In this posture, not to mention drawing the sword to fight back, it is not even certain whether you can touch the handle of the sword immediately.
Every samurai cherishes his weapons as much as his life. The samurai sword at his waist is not only a symbol of samurai status, his partner, but also the guarantee of his life. No one will make fun of it.
In this era where accidentally touching the opponent's scabbard may trigger a life-or-death duel, in order to avoid this happening, samurai even walked on the left side of the road.
The ronin showed no trace of samurai-like behavior, and the mocking look on everyone's faces was no longer concealed.
Everyone can be sure: this guy is not a real samurai.