Wearing extremely ill-fitting clothes, Sorayama Kazuyo carried a bamboo pole and walked with Kato in the alleys of Yokohama City.
Their first priority is to earn enough food for a few people for a day. If there is no work to do, they will go hungry. This is the simplest truth, although Kazuyo Sorayama disdains it.
Kazuyo Sorayama had never been exposed to samurai education, and even had a weak concept of good and evil.
Possessing a swordsmanship that can be called the best in any era, although he has an attitude of disdain to attack the weak, but once he wants money, the worst he can do is rob the strong - the winner will have everything, and the loser will have nothing.
If you are afraid of failure, you should work hard to become stronger first. Even if you are temporarily defeated, you will only continue to push yourself instead of crying and asking for help.
So this current experience is still quite challenging for Kazuyo Sorayama.
"I'm sorry, Sir, do you still need laborers here? We are strong, hard-working, and capable of doing whatever we do. We are also very cheap, only twenty dollars per person per day... ten, ten dollars
!Ten dollars will do." Kato almost bent his waist to the ground and tried his best to sell to a skinny middle-aged man on the construction site.
This scenario occurred several times this morning, but the answers each time were surprisingly consistent.
"Go, go, go!" Fantou waved his arms impatiently, "We don't welcome people of unknown origin to work here, so get out of here right away."
"Please, we really can do anything..."
"Go away, if you want to work, go to the dock. You untouchables are only qualified to work there, do you understand?"
"But..." Seeing that Kato wanted to say something else, Fantou shouted to a few supervisors with their chests half exposed: "Jiro, Shingo, someone is here to cause trouble."
The big men looked at each other, grinned, and surrounded the two of them with unsteady steps. Upon seeing this, Kato quickly pulled Kazuyo Sorayama away and escaped, despite all the vicious ridicule from behind.
"Do you have such a hard time every day?"
The two people who escaped the pursuit walked towards another city area under the leadership of Kato, and Kazuyo Sorayama finally couldn't help but ask.
"Most of the time, I can occasionally meet reasonable people, but after working hard all day, I only have to count money, which is far from enough to fill my stomach." Kato untied the towel that had lost its original color around his neck and wiped the sweat on his forehead, he pointed out
Pointing to the rickshaw pullers on the side of the road, "Although they are better off, they are not much better than us."
"oh?"
"Although we casual workers are often hungry, at least we don't have to be exploited by those gangsters, rogues, and even the police. These people pull people and loads like mules and horses every day, and run for six hours a day, and the income is only a dozen dollars. If we have money at home,
The elderly and children can only run on an empty stomach until one day their bodies collapse. I have personally seen poor guys who ran and fell dead on the roadside."
A leaf on the empty mountain is silent.
Uncovering a corner of the prosperous city of Yokohama, countless low-level untouchables work like ants to support the fat belly of a few people. The most amazing thing is that you never have to worry about exhausting the fish. In the eyes of the big shots, as long as these untouchables still have the biological possessions
The instinct of reproduction is to produce an endless stream of little untouchables, supporting them one after another, and even supporting their children and grandchildren forever.
Therefore, what they fear most is often not resistance, but the lack of objects for them to continue to exploit.
"Have you never thought about resisting?" Kazuyo Sorayama was very confused. "Instead of living a life where you don't know when you will die from exhaustion, it would be better to rob the wealthy businessmen who are exploiting you. Besides, with your martial arts, you can deal with those bodyguards.
It shouldn’t be too difficult.”
"Haha..." Kato didn't know whether it was to express his helplessness at Kazuyo Sorayama's ignorance or out of self-deprecation for his own cowardice. He shook his head and sighed: "So what? If you fail, don't talk about it. Even if you succeed, it means ostracizing yourself from society.
, and even my family will suffer. What I am afraid of is not some bullies, I am afraid of the government's laws! No matter how high a person's martial arts skills are, how can he fight against a country; no matter how strong his swordsmanship is, can he be more powerful than guns?"
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. His fingers could not be fully straightened due to the long-term hard work of carrying heavy objects. This swordsman born in Dounan could no longer even hold the hilt of his sword firmly.
If there were no major changes, he might be like countless samurai warriors who lost their families in this era, wasting away his will in countless manual labor, wasting his martial arts in endless hunger, and finally died with full of injustice to society and the times, and hatred for the reform government.
In a puddle of mud, melting together with the real mud.
Both of them lost interest in continuing to talk and walked silently in the alley.
Near noon, there was a faint smell of rice coming from the dilapidated shacks nearby, and the busy streets became much deserted. However, the two skilled swordsmen could only carry bamboos and hang towels, and their morale was low.
He wandered the streets one after another, just to find a job that could fill his stomach.
Just halfway through the first day, Ichiyo Sora already felt a little regretful.
He really wants to experience a different life to complete his sword heart, but this does not mean that he likes to suffer on an hungry stomach, especially when there is no end to this kind of life, the thought of drawing out the sword to destroy the world is
Getting stronger and stronger.
"No wonder that high-ranking official of the reform government named Omura was assassinated repeatedly. Maybe he was in the position of those old samurai, and maybe they wanted to kill him..."
When suffering cannot be resolved and resentment cannot be resolved by abstract concepts such as laws, the desire for revenge is often transferred to a specific person to vent.
"It seems that Omura's fate is destined to be uncomfortable." Kazuyo Sorayama began to distract his hunger with random thoughts.
When people are desperate, there are no obstacles in the path that is most difficult to accept.
They were walking on the road to the pier.
Different from the huge crowds when Ichiyo Sorayama disembarked, the pier here is mainly used for offshore freight. Except for some well-dressed people who look like cargo owners, the entire pier is topless and can only be seen with strips.
A clear colored towel or piece of cloth covering the shoulders of the porter.
Because they are afraid that heavy physical labor will wear out the only piece of clothing they may have at home, these people usually only wear a crotch cloth as a fixed garment.
Kazuyo Sorayama was stunned on the spot, opening and closing his mouth but not knowing what to say.
Only then did he understand why Kato was so reluctant to come to the dock for handling work.
Although the money given was very small, and there was no need to mention the hard work, being naked in broad daylight... was no longer a matter of decency and disgrace to this swordsman who came from a samurai family. In the shogunate era, he was
In order not to disgrace the family name, the only end result is caesarean section.
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"Hoo~ho!" Kato shouted in a low voice, as if to inject courage into himself, he pulled the cloth strip on his head to cover half of his face with his hair, and rubbed his hands on his sweaty face.
"Do we also need to... be like them?" Kazuyo Sorayama's already hoarse voice became even drier, as if there was a yellow lotus stuck in his throat.
"There's no way, Senior Sorayama. I'm having bad luck today. If I don't want to go hungry, I have to come here to work. Don't worry, the dock is always short of manpower." Kato untied his belt and took off his clothes and put them on his shoulders, revealing a muscular body.
skeleton.
The remaining muscle groups are tightly attached to the bones due to lack of nutrition. You don't need to open his teeth to check that he is the top coolie of this era.
Looking at Kato, Sorayama Kazuyo closed his eyes and pulled the belt, but he couldn't pull it open. It seemed that there was another pair of powerful hands preventing him from exerting force. The small rope buckle refused to say anything.
release.
"The clothes must be tied around the body, otherwise they will be stolen. Senior, I think you still..." Kato tied the clothes around his waist. He could guess the right answer just by looking at Sorayama Kazuyo's face. He thought what if
If not for Qing Shui, who was about to starve to death, and for his sister far away from home, he would rather die than do such a shameful thing.
For thousands of years, when did the warriors responsible for fighting and managing the country need to work naked with the untouchables to survive!
"It's okay..." Sorayama Kazuyo waved his hand and took off his decent clothes, revealing an upper body that didn't match the gray beard and hair at all.
Taking off the cover of clothing, the thin body looks completely different. Although the face is no longer young, the muscles hidden under the crystal skin are looming with the rhythm of the body. It looks like every muscle fiber is like a steel bar.
Generally tough, spread throughout the inverted triangle figure, it is the perfect fusion of raw strength and artistic beauty.
This is a body that makes warriors drool!
"This person has such swordsmanship. It seems that it is not just as simple as having a high understanding... With this body that has been tempered for many times, I don't know how much hard work he has put in..." Kato was more than envious, but also admired him.
At the end of the Tokugawa period, military equipment was slack, and too many people who were known as swordsmen did not live up to their reputation. Even he himself spent far more time socializing with his colleagues every day than practicing swordsmanship.
Although his body seemed strong at first, only he knew how much useless fat he had grown on his waist and abdomen...
Look at the thighs of this senior Sorayama, they are strong and strong, oh? The style of this thigh is different from ours, it seems to be the custom over there in the United States...
Before he could take a closer look, Sorayama Kazuyo had already tied his clothes tightly around his waist, picked up the bamboo pole and said coldly: "Kato, if I don't earn enough money to fill my stomach today, I will slice you up and eat you."