Many new graves are arranged in rows. What is special is that the first four new graves have a samurai sword stuck on each grave. They flicker and sway in the morning light, as if they are whispering something. Kikuchiyo, Kanbei, Shichiro
This time, Katsushiro and others stood in front of the grave in silence for a long time.
In the distance, farmers beat their waist drums and sang rice-planting songs rhythmically. This was a song to pray to God for a good harvest.
In the farmland, Chino sang loudly as if she wanted to vent something. After the war, she found Katsushiro and refused Katsushiro's promise to marry him in front of all the samurai, and asked the young samurai to forget her from now on. Chino knew that Katsushiro
Shiro and the other samurai are about to leave, but she still has to stay in the place where her ancestors have lived for generations. Compared with love, and instead of dreaming about an impossible future, it is better to live a down-to-earth life and never see each other again.
Katsushiro listened melancholy to Chino's singing in the distance. The first woman in his life, the first love ended in vain, but the young samurai finally gave up the idea of marrying Chino at all costs under the persuasion of his master. Could he?
Are you really willing to farm like a farmer with Chino in this remote and barren village, and then live a life of poverty?
Kanbei sighed: "This time, it's another defeat..."
"Huh?" Shichiroji looked at his old partner in confusion.
"The victors...are these farmers..." Kanbingwei pointed to the farmland in the distance: "Samurai, like the wind, are just blowing from the earth and sweeping them away...the earth will never move.
The...peasants are just like the earth...live forever with the earth..."
Kikuchiyo said "cut" impatiently and mocked: "Haha, samurai-sama is really self-aware... But after all, you have helped these idiots, and now there are fewer and fewer samurai like you...
..." Pointing to the four new graves where fallen warriors were buried: "Just like them."
"Kikuchiyo," Kanbei said to him gently, "Actually, you are also a very outstanding samurai..."
Kikuchiyo's body trembled, he secretly looked at a few people, and muttered guiltily: "I am originally a samurai..."
"Kuyama-kun still hasn't come out?" Kanbei asked. "Alas..." He sighed, which is quite rare for Kikuchiyo! He said with a depressed look: "Since I buried Kuzo,
He has been locked in the room, neither eating nor talking. Every time I break in, no matter what I say or do, he treats me like nothing, and I dare not come within five feet of him... Kanbingwei
You also went in to persuade him, and you also know how terrifying Master Kongshan’s momentum is now..."
Kanbei remained silent. Shichiroji said: "Master Sorayama must not be used to the pain of his comrades dying in front of his eyes..."
"There are no dead people! As samurai, after all, they died on the battlefield, not due to poverty, disease and starvation, nor were they plotted and poisoned by ninjas, nor were they ordered to be disemboweled by daimyo for some inexplicable reasons... Sorayama-sama, what are you doing?
Everything is fine, but sometimes I am too soft-hearted, not like a samurai, but more like a young man!" Kikuchiyo said angrily, but his expression was more worried.
Ichiyo Sorayama has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, not just because of Jiuzang's death. In these days, he has witnessed too many deaths with his own eyes, and even caused them with his own hands, which can make even the most sentimental person numb.
In fact, long after he scared to death the bandit leader who had sneak-attacked Jiuzang, the murderous intention in his heart had almost dissipated, but the sadness still lingered, leaving a trace of indelible melancholy on his cold face.
What caused him insomnia was actually the moment when he buried Kuzo with his own hands and took out Kuzo's family sword and inserted it into the grave. An emotionless voice came from his soul: The world of "Seven Samurai" is over.
[Is this over? What about the future? Will he continue to stay in this world, or return to the original world through other means? He has just adapted to this world, and his comrades and confidants have died. Does such a sentence mean everything?
Is it all over? What is the purpose of this existence?... Damn it!]
Countless thoughts were reverberating in his mind. For the first time in his life, Sorayama Kazuyo was at such a loss that he had no choice. He thought he could slowly wait until this inexplicable enemy showed his flaws, but in the end, the opponent just left this sentence.
If the blade is colder, there will be no way to deal with it.
[No, there must be something I didn't notice!] Sorayama Kazuyo tried his best to think over and over again everything that happened since he came to this world, but he still had no clue.
[Then how did I come to this world? I was drinking tea in the front room of the so-called contemporary swordsman's house...waiting for the duel...the wind blew through the lotus leaves in the pond...the sun shone on me and felt comfortable...slightly trembling
I took a nap... I took a nap... Wait! Could it be...] Ichiyo Sorayama seemed to have caught something, and then he cheered up.
[Let’s take action! I’m waiting for you, that opponent I don’t know what to call!]
Two days and two nights passed like this. During this period, Sorayama Kazuha remained vigilant and did not dare to relax in the slightest. He did not eat, drink, sleep, ignored Kikuchiyo and Kanbei's persuasion, and was completely in a state of emergency.
In the enemy's state, he is waiting for his opponent to make a move!
Just when he was exhausted and could hardly hold on any longer, he suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness, as if he wanted to turn off the switch to wake up his brain!
[Finally here!] Sorayama Kazuyo controlled the sleepiness that was forcing himself on him. He clearly felt that the current sleepiness was not because he needed to rest. How could he fall asleep during a sword duel with the enemy? There must be something external.
The power to force yourself to sleep!
[Illusion? Impossible, no one can make me like this without me noticing... No! This is not an external force, this is hypnosis imposed on the soul! 】
Sorayama Kazuyo tried his best to control his sleepiness. At this time, his swordsman's will was also shaking violently, as if it was about to break! But the swordsman's will that would rather die than surrender made Sorayama Kazuyo uncompromising.
His teeth had begun to bleed due to excessive force; his fingernails dug into his palms to force himself to stay awake.
Kazuyo Sorayama feels that he has caught the existence that sent him to this era. He has always been extremely sensitive to space and time, and he can even detect the instability of the big world space, as well as an indescribable, but it does exist around him.
time grid, he felt that as long as he persisted, he would be able to break through the barriers and return to his own era!
Repeated extremes and tenacious struggles consumed all his energy. What supports Sorayama Kazuha now is not his desire to go home, but the swordsman's will to die and not surrender!
He didn't know that he had already stood up and was walking forward in a daze.
He also did not notice the slightly noisy mechanical voice in his soul: Warning! Warning! Due to the strong will of the experimental subject to resist, the transmission was interfered with! Warning! Warning! The world transmission of "Tsubaki Sanjuro" failed! The world transmission of "Tsubaki Sanjuro" failed
"Yaga! Didn't I ask you to stay here properly? Where is Lord Sorayama?! Where has he gone!" Kikuchiyo was furious, grabbing Yohei's collar and yelling. Several samurai were panicked just after they came back.
Zhang Yuping told Sorayama Kazuyo that for some unknown reason, he suddenly came out of the house and beat his head crazily.
Kanbei pulled Kikuchiyo away and asked calmly: "Which direction did Sorayama-kun go to? When did he leave, and how fast did he go?" Yoping raised his trembling finger and pointed to the outside of the village: "I...
…Master Kongshan’s expression was so scary, I was so scared that I couldn’t walk… He was walking in that direction, as if he was drunk, and he wasn’t walking very fast, not long ago…”
Before Yohira finished speaking, Kikuchiyo had already taken the lead and ran out. Kanbei and Shichiroji looked at each other, and both saw confusion and solemnity in each other's eyes. The two immediately raised their feet and chased Kikuchiyo. They ran to
In a dense bamboo forest, Kikuchiyo was found in a daze holding Kazuyama Kazuyo's favorite sword, Captain Hikaru. At his feet were scattered clothes. Judging from the color and style, they should be the clothes Kazuyo Sorayama usually wears.
"This is Sorayama-kun's sword and his clothes. Where did he go?" Kanbei squatted down and looked through it. He saw the small gold, the short sword on the ground, and the haori from the outermost to the innermost loincloth.
, everything is scattered on the ground, does Kongshanjun still like to run naked?
Although I heard that some of the ministers of Kyoto like this kind of bohemian and unrestrained way to relax their mood, and even often engage in some inappropriate behavior in the busy city, but Sorayama-kun does not have this preference on weekdays?
Shichiroji leaned over and carefully explored the grass, then stood up and said to Kanbei: "The traces disappeared only here. No grass stems were bent or trampled, and even the dew on some grass blades was intact, unless
Sorayama-kun can fly, otherwise he would not have disappeared out of thin air... Where did Sorayama-kun go?" Shichiroji's tone was slightly trembling.
"Let's split up and search along the way! Katsushiro, you go ask every villager to see if they have discovered Kurayama-kun's whereabouts; Shichiroji, you continue to search for clues; Kikuchiyo, you go..."
Kanbei is Kanbei. No matter what situation he encounters, he can quickly find an appropriate solution. Just when the others were about to take action, Kikuchiyo suddenly said in an unusually low tone: "It's useless.
We will never see him again..."
"Nani?!" Kanbei asked in confusion: "What did you see, Kikuchiyo?"
"Would you samurai throw away your weapons for no reason? Let alone a sword as precious as Captain Hikari's?" Kikuchiyo suddenly asked.
"Even if I die, I won't!" Kanbei said with certainty, and then he seemed to understand something, and his face instantly turned ugly.
"Haha, you samurai all have this kind of virtue. I've seen it a lot..." Kikuchiyo smiled lonely: "Yeah! You don't know it, and Lord Sorayama doesn't know it! How could a swordsman like him, who loves his sword more than his wife, throw it away?
Dropping his sword? If he didn't do it voluntarily, then he encountered a situation that he could never resist. Kanbei, how many people in this world do you think can force Lord Sorayama to take off his clothes and throw away his beloved sword? Even if it is the emperor's
Not even orders!"
Kanbei didn't say anything, that's right! Even if someone could force Ichiyo Sorayama, how could such a person be dealt with by a few of our own remnants? After all, you are not from the same world as us! Kanbei thought silently.
Kikuchiyo raised the captain's light, took out half of it and faced the sun with a holy face: "I am a disciple of Lord Sorayama... Although I don't know his disciple, and I don't know if I am his only disciple, but I decided to teach him to me.
My martial arts skills will flourish! Sorayama-ryu swordsmanship... From now on, I will be called Sorayama Chiyo!"
Kanbei, Shichiroji, and Katsushiro looked at Kikuchiyo in surprise. It was hard to imagine that a rough guy like him, who struggled all day long for survival, would have such great ambitions!
Kikuchiyo picked up Kazuyo Sorayama's clothes, rolled up the captain's light and carried it on his back. He took one last look at the three samurai and said softly: "Ah!"
He turned around and walked towards the outside of the village, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.