Sorayama Kazuha walked to the center of the village, where the fire was the largest and brightest. At this time, Kanbei, Kikuchiyo, and Shichiroji had not finished drinking. Of course, most of the wine had already gone into Kikuchiyo's body.
in the belly.
Seeing Sorayama Kazuyo, the three of them stood up together. Kanbei cheered up and said with a smile: "Oh! It's Sorayama-sama, are you okay?" Sorayama Kazuyo nodded: "It's okay now. It's time to kill the enemy.
no problem."
Hearing Sorayama Kazuha's words, several people were obviously relieved. Although they had been eating and drinking, they never relaxed their vigilance for a moment. War is an act of risking one's life at all costs, no matter when and where, until
We cannot underestimate the enemy before the war is completely over. The bandits have already paid the price several times. How could people like Kanbei and Shichiroji make mistakes?
The arrival of Kazuyo Sorayama gave them an instant sense of security, a feeling of "I can finally rest assured no matter what". This was caused by the phenomenon of Kazuyo Sorayama killing enemies time and time again as easily as slaughtering a dog.
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Kikuchiyo opened the wine stall and waved the wine jar in his hand: "Master Sorayama, I know you don't drink, so..." Sorayama Kazuyo waved his hand: "You guys drink, is there anything to eat?" "Haha! This is
I have been generous today to help the stingy farmers. Look, there are a lot of delicious food! We specially reserved them for you and Kuzo-kun, sir." Kikuchiyo put down the wine jar and picked up a tray as if it was a treasure. There were several coins on it.
A delicate snack made from rice.
Kazuyo Sorayama picked one up casually, sat down by the fire and chewed it slowly with an expressionless face. When he saw the three people staring at him, he couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong? Why don't you eat it."
Kanbei stretched out his hands to the bonfire, and while warming his hands, he said: "We have already used them, and the only ones missing are Kuzan-kun and Jiuzou."
"Jiuzang? Where has he gone?" "We discussed it just now. The threat of gunfire is too great. Jiuzang said that we should take advantage of the night to see if there is a chance for a sneak attack."
Kazuyo Sorayama put down the snacks and frowned: "Tomorrow's decisive battle, how can we waste our energy tonight!" Kanbei smiled bitterly and sighed: "Korayama-kun, you should understand Jiuzang's character. When we were evaluating the results of the battle just now, he was not able to
He always looks very wrong when it comes to killing someone. So this time he takes the initiative to ask for help, and there is absolutely no stopping him."
Kazuyo Sorayama immediately understood, because if it were him, he would do the same thing. The pride of a swordsman is based on his persistence. This persistence includes martial arts, beliefs, and the principles of doing things that have been observed for a long time. How could it be so easy?
Give up? [I hope you’re okay, Kuzo-kun!] Kazuyo Sorayama thought silently.
Kikuchiyo raised the wine jar and took a big sip, but his eyes were fixed on the snack in Kazuyo Sorayama's hand. This big-bellied man had eaten a lot of dried fruits, but this kind of one-bite food was equivalent to a side dish for him, basically it was
You can keep eating it.
How could a person with such a keen perception of Sorayama Kazuyo not know Kikuchiyo's actions? He pushed the tray in front of Kikuchiyo and said with a smile in his hoarse voice: "Eat, I can't eat so much."
Kikuchiyo scratched the back of his head, glanced at Kanbei and Shichiroji, and saw that the two of them were smiling and had no intention of getting together, so he grabbed one unceremoniously and put it into his mouth.
The sweet and soft taste immediately made him smile, and he asked vaguely: "Sir Kongshan has eaten a lot of such delicious things before, right? By the way, what are the most delicious things you adults have ever eaten?"
Hearing this topic, Kanbei and Shichiroji also moved forward, obviously they were also interested in it.
Kikuchiyo's question can't help but make Sorayama Kazuha fall into memories. How long has it been since he thought about the past?
He stared at the bright moon in the sky and slowly said: "In the past... the most troublesome meal I ever had took three hours. I can't remember what I ate, what I paid, what I covered, and what I said.
, the food, rice, and aromatics all taste just average, Kikuchiyo, you will definitely not be full."
Faced with these things that he had never heard of before, Kikuchiyo couldn't help but swallowed hard: "Wouldn't that cost a lot of money!"
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded: "It's no problem to buy dozens of villages like this." Upon hearing this, Kikuchiyo was instantly confused. He spread his fingers and counted: "The rice produced by this village in a year, if I were to
If I eat rice every day, I can eat it for three years...dozens. I don't want to eat it for more than a hundred years! More than a hundred years!"
Kazuyo Sorayama ignored him and continued to recall: "But it's not that delicious. The most delicious food is the rice cooked by my wife. She knows my taste preferences, so every meal is carefully prepared for me, just like I practice
Swordsmanship is as serious as it gets... Maki!"
Everyone was silent for a while after hearing this, obviously thinking of their family members. Although most of them have passed away, the taste deep in their memories will never be erased.
Kanbei said slowly: "Where are Lord Sorayama's wives and children? Why don't you go find them?" Sorayama Kazuyo shook his head: "They will live well without me... I'm afraid it will be difficult to see each other again...
…”
Kikuchiyo was already a little drunk at this time. He staggered and patted Kazuyo Sorayama's shoulder. Normally, even if he had the courage, he would not dare to do this.
I saw him trying to calm down, and said with a serious face: "Master Kongshan, you taught me martial arts... hiccup... Ever since I was a child, I, Kikuchiyo, have never received such a great favor. From the time I started to remember things, I have always been as good as the wild.
I wander around like a dog. The samurai discriminate against me for not being a serious samurai, the peasants discriminate against me for not being a serious farmer, the businessmen discriminate against me for being penniless, and the craftsmen discriminate against me for not knowing the craftsmanship. Every mouthful of food I have eaten over the years has been made with great effort.
I don’t know where I will die one day.”
Kikuchiyo took a breath, pointed at Kanbei and Shichiroji and said: "I am different from you samurai. You are living in misery now because you asked for it, and I!"
He poked his chest hard: "And I have never had a choice! I don't have a family name, not even a surname; I am not good at martial arts, I have never learned any moves except for being stronger; I am rude in my behavior, and I can't read a single big character...
Haha! Hahahaha! No employer would hire someone like me. But you know, I have never killed a civilian for property. Even if I am about to starve to death, I will only look for gamblers, drunkards, and scoundrels.
The reason why I came to kill the bandits is that my miserable life was originally caused by bandits. I wish I could kill every bandit in the world, but I also want to prove myself and prove that I, Kikuchiyo, am also a useful person! No better than you guys.
Samurai Chaos!"
Kanbei and Shichiroji continued to be silent. As orthodox samurai, it is indeed much easier for them to survive than people like Kikuchiyo. As Kikuchiyo said, although their current situation is entirely caused by themselves, it is entirely their own fault.
There is far less need to deceive and deceive in order to survive.
Not to mention a leaf in an empty mountain, living in modern times, even any poor person is far better than this era, and even better than some city lords.
After all, in this era of Japan, many so-called city lords of small towns spend more days hungry than full days in a year. Sometimes, in order to fill their stomachs, they have to roll up their sleeves and pick wild vegetables and fruits.
Kikuchiyo continued with red eyes: "For all these years, you are the only one who has valued me and taught me martial arts. Although I, Kikuchiyo, have no knowledge and do not understand the weight of this kind of kindness, but look at the expression of the samurai at that time.
Then you know it is precious. So..."
Kikuchiyo said a little crazy: "Even if you go to assassinate the shogun, I will accompany you. If you have something you want to do, don't refuse."
Kazuyo Kuyama's heart stirred up slightly. No one had said such words to him since he was a child. The word favor was quite unfamiliar to him. However, Kazuyo Kuyama didn't care. For his own affairs, don't say anything about Kikuchiyo, even if it's
The Emperor couldn't do anything to help him, so why should he care about what a half-drunk drunkard said.
"Sit down, Kikuchiyo, I know what you mean." Ichiyo Sorayama said calmly: "If you want to help me, you must first survive tomorrow."
Kanbei nodded: "Kikuchiyo, Sorayama-kun is right. Think about how to kill the bandits tomorrow. Otherwise, if you die, you will not only be unable to help, but you will also have to trouble others to bury you."
Hearing Kanbei's teasing, Kikuchiyo suddenly sobered up a lot, and returned to his heartless look: "How can it be repaired! How could I, Kikuchiyo-sama, be killed by those rats? Let's see what I do tomorrow!"
"Korayama-kun, tomorrow's decisive battle, let's first..." Kanbei was about to inform Sorayama Kazuha of the arrangements for tomorrow's decisive battle, when a loud shout from the village interrupted him.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah! Bah! Shameless, you bitch, slut! I'll beat you to death!"
Everyone looked at each other and immediately stood up and ran towards the direction of the sound.