"Let me join in!" Kikuchiyo looked at the samurai hopefully across the fence. Everyone was busy packing their luggage, and obviously no one paid attention to him. Sorayama Kazuha Shiran was the first to step out of the door.
, Liji and Heping, two farmers, have been waiting for a long time.
"I just want to kill the bandits with you!" Kikuchiyo roared angrily. Seeing that none of the warriors paid attention to him, Kikuchiyo slapped the wooden fence in the store fiercely, seeming to regard the fence as an obstacle to his ability to communicate with everyone.
The Great Gap of the Samurai.
Hayashida Heihachi, who was walking at the end, picked up the "genealogy" scattered on the ground and threw it to Kikuchiyo, smiling and saying: "Keep it well." Kikuchiyo tore up the genealogy and begged to the people who were leaving: "Let me do the same
Go for it!”
In the empty drinking shop, only Kikuchiyo was left. He clenched his fists, lowered his head and cursed intermittently: "How can we repair...Are samurai amazing...Baga..."
This state did not bother Kikuchiyo for too long. He stood up suddenly, picked up his nodachi, and said to himself: "If you don't let me go, won't I go by myself?!"
Kikuchiyo, who regained his confidence, quickly followed everyone's footsteps and followed them from a distance.
Status is really something that is unclear and intangible, but it exists around people all the time.
Although the seven individuals, including Kazuyo Sorayama, can be regarded as formal comrades-in-arms, the hierarchy among them is still obvious from the order in which they are arranged on the road.
Of course the two farmers were walking far ahead to lead the way. Sorayama Kazuyo and Kanbei walked side by side at the front, Kanbei was half a body behind Sorayama Kazuyo;
Kuzo followed Kazuo Sorayama alone, protecting Kazuha Sorayama faintly; Shichiroji, Gorobei, and Hayashida Heihachi walked at the end, while Katsushiro was outside the team and walked at the front to explore.
Road, and will return to Kanbingwei for guidance later.
In everyone's mind, this order seems to be fixed. Even if the mountain road is sometimes narrow and people pass one after another, they still strictly abide by this order. It seems that they never have any thoughts of overstepping. This shows that the hierarchy of this era is strict.
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Kazuyo Sorayama certainly didn't have this awareness, but he could clearly feel that he was different: because everyone would adjust their speed according to his pace.
This made him very uncomfortable, because he had always been a loner and used to deal with people with a sword. No one had ever told him about the so-called status and class divisions. He, who had the highest swordsmanship, had always been the object of everyone's admiration.
Moreover, with his current level of swordsmanship, his body and breathing adjustments are superb. With such a stress-free way of traveling, he feels that he can stay awake for three days and three nights and still maintain his combat effectiveness without any loss.
Except for Jiuzang who might be able to keep up with his speed, the first one to fall would definitely be Katsushiro, a young man who wasted no time in his physical strength and ran around.
The next one should be Kanbei. After all, he is the oldest. No matter how experienced he is, he cannot withstand the ravages of time on his body. Therefore, once Sorayama Kazuha feels that someone's breathing is beginning to quicken and the sound of falling footsteps becomes heavier, he
I would suggest taking a break.
However, the samurai did not notice that two farmers, Manzo and Shigesuke, had quietly returned to the village to report the news, but even if they found out, they did not care about what the farmers did.
From the perspective of samurai in this era, once they make a decision, they will continue without hesitation. Even if the choice is wrong, they must go all out.
Therefore, fighting against bandits has become a goal that all warriors must achieve, regardless of anyone's will, even the farmers who really need to fight against bandits.
However, what they did not expect was how much twists and turns the two farmers' return to the village would bring in the future, and its impact would even last throughout the entire fight against the bandits.
As soon as Wan Zao and Mosuke entered the village, they were surrounded by villagers who came after hearing the news. "How is the recruitment of samurai?" "Will the samurai come?" The villagers asked in a hurry. Mosuke answered excitedly: "
There will be seven!" "Seven? Didn't dad say four?" The villagers were suddenly at a loss.
In the waterwheel house, the father said to the two farmers: "Humph, seven..." Wan Zao took over: "You said you wanted to recruit four, so I objected..." "Idiot! Actually, I want to recruit ten.
One! But if you say ten they will invite fifteen. Hey, so four is enough."
Wan Zao's eyes flickered and he hesitated: "But, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the samurai will molest the girls in the village. If the samurai touches them, it will be a big disaster..."
The father opened his eyes, stared at Wan Zao fiercely, and said word by word: "The bandits are coming, idiot!" Then he wiped his neck with his hand: "Do you want the head or the beard?"
Shiosuke and Manzo walked silently to their respective homes, and Manzo knelt down sadly. "What's wrong?" Mosuke asked. "The samurai will be here soon. The samurai are vicious people, just like those bandits.
I'm afraid they will treat the women in the village..."
"It's too early for you to worry. The samurai haven't arrived yet. What are you worried about! And...even if...even if the samurai falls in love with a woman in the village, it's still better than being kidnapped and humiliated by bandits!" Wan Zao shook his head.
No words were spoken.
In Wan Zao's house, his daughter Shino only wore a simple bra wrap on her upper body, and her plump buttocks were tightly wrapped by a simple skirt. As her body swayed slightly, there was a delicate white color from her shoulder blades to her neck, which was slightly visible.
Rough hands were washing her waist-length hair in the running water.
Hearing the footsteps at the door, Shino looked back and saw that it was Wan Zao. He didn't pay attention and continued to rub his hair in the water. "What's wrong, dad?" Shino asked.
After waiting for a while, Wan Zao did not answer, but stared at her. Shino turned around, revealing a pretty face as round as an oval, which was very in line with the Japanese aesthetics of this era.
Seeing his father's unkind look, Shino covered his chest and asked nervously: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?" Wan Zao walked forward step by step, slowly took out the razor in his arms, with a tangled expression on his face.
"Zhino, shave your hair!" Wan Zao said: "Cut your hair short to look like a man!" Shino was shocked and covered his long hair: "Why?!" "Just cut it if I tell you! The samurai is already on the way, no.
It would be dangerous to pretend to be a man, come on, cut it off!" "No! I won't!"
Shino was forced to retreat step by step, and ran out of the house in panic, shouting: "No!"
The pursuit of beauty is a common characteristic of all young women, regardless of any era or country. Shino desperately escaped from the house and tried his best to escape from the arrest of his father.
Wan Zao chased after Shino with a razor in hand. Finally, he caught up with Shino who fell to the ground, dragged him back home, and cut his daughter's hair short in front of a group of villagers who came after hearing the news.
The farmers talked a lot, and those families with young women at home followed suit. Suddenly, the cries of young women in the village started one after another and could not be subsided for a long time.