The samurai's journey continued. Kuzo took two quick steps and whispered in the ears of Sorayama Kazuha and Kanbei: "Someone is following."
Kanbei paused for a moment, but when he saw Sorayama Kazuha's steps did not waver at all, he felt relieved and asked calmly: "How long have you been following? How many people have you been following?"
"A quarter of an hour, alone." Jiuzang held the handle of the knife: "I'll go for a while, you go first."
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head: "Forget it, I'm an acquaintance. It's the one who clamored to follow last night. His name is Kikuchiyo, right?"
Kazuyo Sorayama had actually discovered that Kikuchiyo was following everyone, and in Kazuyo Sorayama's perception, Kikuchiyo was not only following for a quarter of an hour, but for a whole hour.
It's just that at first this person was more cautious and followed them from a distance, but maybe he lost his patience or maybe he was not used to this method. A quarter of an hour ago, Kikuchiyo was following everyone almost unabashedly. Kazuyo Sorayama could even
I could clearly hear this guy's furious breathing.
In Kazuyo Sorayama's view, although Kikuchiyo's martial arts had no rules and was completely from Nojiko origin, his physical fitness was very rare in this era, and even several samurai including Kuzo were far behind.
The energy and physical strength consumed by careful tracking is much higher than that of normal walking. Kikuchiyo should have caught up with everyone when they stopped for a rest for the first time. It can be seen that Kikuchiyo has been on the road in order to catch up with everyone.
But Kazuyo Sorayama didn't notice any changes in Kikuchiyo's breathing and pace, they were still very strong and powerful.
Of course, physical fitness cannot determine how high a person's martial arts upper limit is. Kazuyo Sorayama knows too many people with ordinary bodies who have become world-class martial arts masters through great wisdom, great perseverance, and great opportunities.
But with extraordinary physical fitness, it is absolutely certain that Kikuchiyo's martial arts skills will not be too low, especially his ability to fight for a long time.
Although Kikuchiyo has passed the best age for practicing martial arts, Sorayama Kazuyo felt that if he taught him personally, within a few months, the other samurai except Kuzo would definitely not be the enemies of Kikuchiyo's Sanhe.
Therefore, Kazuyo Sorayama's personal opinion of Kikuchiyo is not as contemptuous as that of those samurai, but rather he appreciates it.
Kanbei touched his hair out of habit and looked back, only to see Kikuchiyo sneakily hiding behind a tree that was not as thick as his thigh. He smiled bitterly and said: "It's really a commitment that we can't let go..."
Everyone, stop!" Kanbei said: "Kikuchiyo is coming."
When everyone looked back, Kikuchiyo happened to poke his head out from behind the tree, smiling awkwardly at everyone.
Hayashida Heihachi burst out laughing and shouted to Kikuchiyo: "Hey! Kikuchiyo, even if he is a wild dog, he will wag his tail and walk away if you don't give him something to eat. Go back quickly! If you follow me again,
Don’t blame us for being rude!”
Kikuchiyo turned his head and snorted coldly: "This is an official road. I can go wherever I want. Isn't it okay if I happen to be on the way?!" This natural rogue look left everyone speechless.
Kanbei said sincerely: "Kikuchiyo, killing bandits is not a child's play, and there is no reward for helping farmers. Why are you so persistent?"
Kikuchiyo held the sword on his shoulder and put it on the ground. He said loudly: "I am also a knight. Why can't I go and do justice? I heard that there are more than thirty bandits and there are only seven of you. Let me
Join and your chances of winning will be higher!”
Then he said rather dissatisfied: "I was drunk yesterday, otherwise how could I be teased by that kid and this mustache!"
After finishing speaking, he pointed at Hayashida Heihachi and said: "That guy who teased me last night, dare to compete with me. If I win, let me kill the bandits with you. If I lose, I will turn around and leave. I will never
Follow you again!"
No matter how good he is at escaping, being provoked so blatantly is something that Hayashida Heihachi, a samurai, cannot tolerate.
Just when he was about to take action, Kanbei gently took his arm and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be the same as him. Even if you win, do you think he will keep his promise like a samurai? We need to reserve our strength to kill now.
enemy."
Hayashida Heihachi nodded when he heard this, and taunted Kikuchiyo loudly: "You should first steal a more reliable genealogy and then come to compete with me, thirteen-year-old Kikuchiyo-sama."
Everyone laughed, ignored Kikuchiyo who was gritting his teeth in anger, and continued on their way.
In the mountains, everyone was walking silently. Hayashida Heihachi suddenly stopped and looked back. This time, Kikuchiyo's figure did not appear. "I haven't followed for so long, so I must have given up," Hayashida Heihachi said, "Although I am following us.
It's annoying, but without this person around, I feel a little... boring...".
Before he finished speaking, Kikuchiyo suddenly jumped out from the front, waved his hands to everyone proudly and said: "This way, this way!" Everyone was shocked. Hayashida Heihachi said: "This guy is really haunting!"
The samurai were both amused and helpless by Kikuchiyo's rogue style. Even Kanbei had no choice but to let him follow him and ignore him.
Maybe it was because he still didn't regard Kikuchiyo as a partner, or maybe he wanted to deliberately make things difficult for him and make him quit. When everyone set down lunch, no one paid attention to Kikuchiyo's existence, and of course they couldn't share his share.
Each samurai had two rice balls in his hand. They were simple white rice balls made of rice. There were no salted umeboshi inside and no seaweed on the outside, but the samurai still ate them with gusto.
A small mat was specially laid out by the farmer in front of Sorayama Kazuyo, on which were placed two smoked dried fish, a small plate of pickled radish, and a bowl of wild vegetable miso soup. This was what the farmer had prepared in advance for Sorayama Kazuyo last night.
After cooking, store it in a bamboo tube.
It has been nearly a month since he came to this era, but he is still not used to eating rice.
Before the meal, Sorayama Kazuha invited Kuzo to join him, but Kuzo resolutely refused. The reason was the same as Kanbei who once rejected Sorayama Kazuha: while accepting the employment of farmers, he also enjoyed three meals a day of white rice provided by farmers.
As a reward, this is a contract that has been made, and the "luxurious" meals Sorayama Kazuyo enjoys are his own actions and have nothing to do with the contracts of other samurai.
Although this kind of contract does not have any signature guarantee such as a contract, not even the daimyo or even the emperor can stop or change this agreement, otherwise it will be an enemy of the entire samurai rule.
Even if it sometimes changes due to power, a samurai with a little sense of shame will commit suicide by caesarean section in front of everyone to maintain his dignity.
Under such circumstances, it is impossible for them to accept "charity" from the master Kazuyo Sorayama just for the sake of food and drink. Yes, this is charity in their eyes.
Kazuyo Sorayama didn't understand the seemingly awkward behavior of everyone at all. In his mind, if everyone ate these rather "crude" foods together, it would not involve such serious issues as dignity.
But since everyone insisted on this, he had no choice but to distance himself from everyone and swallow the food carelessly.
However, compared with other samurai, Kikuchiyo's way of obtaining food is more difficult.
He first set up a bonfire by the river, stripped naked and jumped into the river. After a while, he caught a small fish as big as the tail of his hand, and happily tied it with branches, and took a little test on the bonfire.
Yes, I ate it all up with a lot of flavour. It seemed that I was quite accustomed to this kind of outdoor life.