A samurai is not just as simple as wearing a coat with a family crest on it, a samurai sword tied around his waist, and being able to kill several people with the sword if he is fierce enough, but he also has a set of strict moral requirements and etiquette.
These rules are like the sheath of a samurai sword, which not only protects the blade from harm, but also restrains the blade to prevent it from harming others easily.
As the privileged class of this society, samurai enjoy the most resources and are subject to the strictest etiquette constraints. Those who do not abide by these constraints will not be recognized by the entire samurai class, even if they are as powerful as Oda Nobunaga.
He was betrayed by his retainers and died.
This ronin obviously doesn't understand the ideas that every samurai has been instilled in since childhood. His rough behavior and arbitrary behavior make him more like a savage than a samurai.
The ronin turned over, barely lifted himself up from the floor, and stared at Kanbei with drunken eyes: "Hey, I recognize your bald head...I've been looking for you these days."
Kanbei took a closer look, and it turned out that the ronin in front of him had had a relationship with him on two occasions: the first time was when he was rescuing a child in a barn, and this guy stared at him the whole time; the second time was in the city, and this guy didn't show any sign of it.
He stopped himself and took a quick look without any hesitation, and then he questioned whether this guy was a samurai.
Kanbei was not sure why the rude ronin in front of him was looking for him. Before he could ask, he saw this man stand up unsteadily, groped around on his body, took out a crumpled scroll, and stumbled to Kanbei.
He sat down in front of Wei.
The ronin untied the nodachi from his waist and threw the four-foot-long nodachi to his side with a clang. While drunkenly trying to open the scroll, he said to Kanbei: "That day you doubted me.
Not a samurai?"
[With your character, you are definitely not a warrior.] All the warriors had the same thought in their minds. They either snorted, laughed, or laughed without saying a word.
From here, we can see their respective personalities very intuitively: Sorayama Kazuha is indifferent. In his eyes, before the ronin affects him, he is no different from a stone on the roadside; Jiuzang smiles lightly and doesn't care much about who the ronin is.
, the only one he cares about is Ichiha Sorayama; Gorobei laughs, Shichiroji grins, Hayashida Heihachi sneers, and Katsushiro giggles.
Kanbei crossed his arms, rubbed his beard, and looked at Ronin with a forced smile. Ronin flipped through the scroll randomly, found a name, and handed it to Kanbei: "This is my family's genealogy, do you see it?"
Kanbei took the scroll and followed his finger to a name: "Kikuchiyo?" Ronin nodded proudly: "Yes, that's right!"
"February of the fourth year of Tensho...the fourth year of Tensho..." Kanbei counted his fingers, raised his head and said with a smile: "Kikuchiyo, the fourth year of Tensho, you are thirteen years old this year!"
With that, he threw the genealogy back to Ronin: "Listen, if you were Kikuchiyo, you would be thirteen years old this year! Where did you steal the genealogy from!?"
Everyone looked at the unshaven "Kikuchiyo". This big man, let alone thirteen, even if he was said to be thirty, he looked younger. They couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
"Steal... I didn't steal... I didn't steal..." Kikuchiyo muttered, the expression on his face getting more and more ugly. He suddenly shouted: "Baga! You kid who attacked me, don't run away!" He grabbed him.
His sword was so angry that he wanted to take it out on Katsushiro who had sneaked up on him.
Before his hand touched the blade, Kuzo had already grabbed Kikuchiyo's sword and handed it to Katsushiro behind him. Katsushiro was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took the sword and ran around the room.
Kikuchiyo stood up and ran towards Katsushiro aggressively, and there was another chase in the house.
However, no matter how low Katsushiro's martial arts were, the half-drunk Kikuchiyo would not be able to catch up with him in this small hotel. After a while, Kikuchiyo stopped breathing heavily, and was worried about catching up with Katsushiro.
He had given up hope.
Hayashida Heihachi stood up and walked to Katsushiro, took the nodachi from Katsushiro's hand and waved it in front of Kikuchiyo's eyes: "Follow me, Kikuchiyo, why don't you chase me, thirteen-year-old-sama?"
Such a naked humiliation made Kikuchiyo furious, and his drunkenness was completely burned by this anger. He roared and rushed towards Hayashida Heihachi. This momentum left no doubt that if Hayashida Heihachi was caught by him, he would definitely be killed.
He was bitten to death!
However, Hayashida Heihachi lives up to his self-statement that "every time he kills someone, he runs away first." He is really good at maneuvering in a small area. Often when Kikuchiyo is about to catch him, he can easily do so by squirming and twisting his body.
After escaping and running rampant, Kikuchiyo obviously had no way of catching him.
Gorobei whispered to Kanbei: "What do you think this ronin wants to do? Is it really like what the porter said, that he wants to join us to fight against the bandits?"
Kanbei shook his head: "Maybe, but he is not suitable." Gorobei was noncommittal and said with a smile: "Even though he was knocked down as soon as he entered the door, there is nothing he can do about Heihachi now, but I always feel that with him
The weapons he uses, his stature, and his life-fighting aura like a mad dog must be very suitable for fighting on the battlefield. Maybe even you and I may not be his opponents."
Kanbei nodded: "The martial arts style of people like Kikuchiyo is indeed very suitable for killing enemies on the battlefield, but the most important thing on the battlefield is not killing the enemy, but protecting comrades from being killed by the enemy."
Gorobei sighed: "Yes! No matter how high your martial arts skills are, on a battlefield filled with arrows and swords and guns, if you don't have comrades around you to rely on each other, you can't save your life."
"Discipline is the most important thing on the battlefield." Kanbei pointed at Kikuchiyo and said with a wry smile: "Do you think he is someone who can abide by discipline? I'm afraid that not only will he harm himself, but he will also harm others."
Kikuchiyo still didn't know that he was excluded from the samurai. Perhaps he was overtired or drunk. He had given up chasing Hayashida Heihachi and fell down on the haystack in the house, panting. After a while, he started snoring.
I woke up and fell asleep unconsciously.
"Is this considered a samurai?" Hayashida Heihachi was satisfied, threw aside the nodachi belonging to Kikuchiyo, and asked casually.
"He thinks he is," Kanbei laughed.
The small hotel gradually fell silent in the night. Tomorrow is the day of the expedition!