In the next few days, the warriors performed their duties and worked hard to consolidate the defense and train the peasants. It was impossible to train these peasants into soldiers in a short period of time, but at last there were some neat shadows, and they tried their best to follow the warrior orders.
of completion.
While everyone was nervously preparing for the war, Katsushiro was the only one who disappeared all day long. Whenever he had time, he would secretly go to the depths of the back mountain to meet Shino, and the relationship between the two became deeper and deeper.
Outside the wooden house, raindrops tinkled in the puddles, and the quiet river widened the waist, swollen the belly, and changed from a slender girl to a plump young woman.
The defense plan was blocked by the sudden heavy rain. According to Dad's prediction, this kind of autumn rain before the rice harvest would last at least one day and one night. The warriors had to sit on the floor and wait for the weather to clear up. The farmers also hid in their houses.
Enjoy the rare rest time these days and relieve the fear and fatigue caused by bandits.
Kazuyo Sorayama took off the blade of his sword, held the stem of the sword in his left hand, and held a drumstick-shaped powder stick in his right hand. He made a piece of clean white cloth wrapped around a dry bamboo branch, tapped the blade lightly, and then removed the stem from the stem with Buddhist paper.
Gently wipe the blade of the knife.
Viewed from a distance, the captain's bright sword exudes a gentle halo, making people unconsciously indulge in it.
But only Kazuyo Sorayama knew that the back of his beloved sword was actually covered with mottled marks, which were the scars caused by cutting when blocking the opponent's blade.
This also shows that this katana is not a delicate metal craft enshrined in a shrine, but a real murderous weapon that drinks blood on the battlefield!
It can also be seen that the users of this sword in the past generations were very skilled in martial arts.
Because only those with strong martial arts skills can adjust the angle of the blade smoothly and use the back of the blade with relatively high elasticity and toughness to block.
Those who are forced by their opponents to rush around, waving their swords randomly just to avoid being cut are unable to do so. They don't care whether the blade is damaged. After all, no matter how precious the weapon is, it is far less valuable than their own life.
Not only defense, but skillful attacks can often make it possible to hit a hard object without damaging the blade, but this is quite difficult to achieve.
Because the trajectory of the knife movement needs to be absolutely precise, that is to say, from the moment the knife is swung, the wrist, forearm, shoulder and body are connected in a straight line, and there must be no deviation in the force. In the end, the angle of the knife body, blade, and cutting into the object presents an absolutely straight line.
state.
Under the most precise conditions, even a piece of paper can cut through hard bamboo chopsticks, not to mention a famous sword like Chang Zhang Guang. But if you slash with the sword randomly, maybe a piece of dead wood can damage the peerless edge.
Satisfied, Kazuyo Sorayama put his beloved sword into the scabbard and placed it across his knees. He planned to find a craftsman who specializes in making scabbards in the future and create a perfect place for his beloved sword in exchange for his current life.
When he entered the village, he had already given all the knife equipment, including the scabbard, to the farmers for sale. Now he could only let his beloved knife take care of it first.
"It's so quiet!" Gorobei sighed as he sat at the door and admired the rainy scenery in the mountains: "On days like this, it's hard to imagine that there are bandits on the mountains."
Kikuchiyo rolled impatiently, stood up and muttered: "It would be nice to have a woman!" The warriors ignored Kikuchiyo's vulgarity. Only Katsushiro secretly glanced at everyone, looking worriedly in the direction of the mountain, as if he was
Chino is worried about living in a simple shack in the heavy rain.
Jiuzang glanced at Ichiyo Sorayama who was meditating quietly, stood up with a knife, inserted it into his waist, put on his straw sandals and went out.
Shichiroji, who was adjusting the Maruki bow, asked in surprise: "Where are we going in this weather?" "Go up the mountain!" Jiuzang answered briefly. "Go up the mountain?" "Practice martial arts!" Jiuzang stepped into the rain without hesitation.
Kazuyo Sorayama exhaled and patted the long knife on his knee. He seemed to be deeply sorry for the sword he had just wiped. But he still said: "Kuzang, wait a moment, let's go together."
Jiuzang paused in the rain, turned around and looked at Sorayama Yiye, and the voice coming from the rain curtain seemed a little wet: "You don't have to be like this, Sorayama-kun."
Kazuyo Sorayama did not stop moving and said calmly: "I haven't practiced in the rain for a long time, so I just want to ask you about the skills of fighting in the rain." Shi Shiran walked out of the wooden house and stood side by side with Jiuzang, feeling very fast all over his body.
He was soaked by the rain.
The scar on Jiuzang's eyebrows seemed to pick up a bit, and he turned away and no longer looked at Kazuyo Sorayama. For swordsmen like them, the expressions on their faces are always hard, but occasionally the corners of their mouths or eyebrows can still vaguely reveal their true emotions.
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The two of them said nothing. Kazuyo Sorayama took the lead and walked up the mountain, followed closely by Jiuzang, and soon disappeared from the sight of the warriors.
Kikuchiyo snorted: "Are all samurai so strange? Women don't grow on the mountain, so what kind of martial arts are you practicing in this damn weather!"
Katsushiro glanced at Kikuchiyo guiltily. Only he knew that women would not grow on the mountain, but now there was a young and beautiful girl hiding secretly on the mountain.
Although based on his understanding of Sorayama Kazuha and Kuzo, even if he met Shino, he would not do anything to her, but a man in love would not let his beloved woman take the slightest risk, so he was anxiously thinking about what excuse to use.
You can go up the mountain without being suspected.
Hayashida Heihachi was sewing and mending a piece of cloth with needle and thread. Hearing Kikuchiyo's words, he laughed and said, "Sometimes you are really good at talking."
"What are you doing?" Kikuchiyo asked strangely. "Making a flag." "Flag?" "When fighting, only when the flag is flying can morale rise." Hayashida Heihachi bit off the thread, stood up and unfolded the flag, attracting all the warriors.
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Kikuchiyo looked up at the simple flag filled with circles and triangles and asked, "What do these paintings mean?"
A huge character "田" occupies the bottom of the flag. Hayashida Heihachi said: "This character "田" means farmer and represents this village." "Where are these circles?" Kikuchiyo asked doubtfully.
"The circle refers to us," Hayashida Heihachi looked at his work with satisfaction and replied. The top of the flag is a large circle, with six small circles arranged in pairs below, and a triangle below.
Kikuchiyo pointed at the flag and counted: "One, two, three... why are there only 7 circles? What about me?" "Hey! Look, this triangle is Kikuchiyo-sama." Hayashida Heihachi said jokingly.
"Really..." Kikuchiyo's dissatisfaction was interrupted by the laughter of the samurai. He frowned and bared his teeth, scratching his beard in embarrassment, as if he was used to the samurai's teasing.
However, I was still a little happy that his position appeared on the flag. After all, he was not excluded from this samurai group. This was a miracle in ancient Japan, which had strict hierarchies and valued status more than life.
What everyone attracted by the battle flag did not notice was that Katsushiro slipped out quietly at some point.