The setting sun shone warmly on the empty mud and thatched house. The farmers in the house had already disappeared. Kazuyo Kongshan did not know the outcome of their deliberations. Of course, no matter what they decided, he would not leave until he fully understood this era.
. Especially for what the fleeting system said about the world of "Seven Samurai", and what happened to unlocking more information.
Of course, if you want to understand all this, the first and most important thing to do is to survive. Kazuyo Sorayama knelt down on the floor, picked up the tachi next to him, and used a wooden board and a bamboo strip to nail the eyes on the handle.
Knock it down gently and put it aside, hold the scabbard firmly with your left hand, hold the handle of the knife tightly with your right hand, slowly push it out with the blade facing up, and look at the sun.
Then he removed the handle, untied the rope from the handle, and then took off the gorgeous gold and silver accessories on the knife one by one, and carefully wiped this famous knife from the stem to the blade.
The proficiency and smoothness of his craftsmanship cannot be mastered overnight. It is obvious that how to maintain the katana has become the body's instinct. "Come in, what do you want?" Seeing Yohei timidly looking at the door with a basket, Sorayama Kazuchi
Ye couldn't help but feel a little amused. Yohei bowed his head and saluted: "Master samurai, it's time for dinner." As he said that, he pushed the basket in front of Kazuyo Sorayama.
"I'm really hungry." Kazuyo Sorayama put down his knife and opened the basket. He only saw a bowl of brown rice, a bowl of wild vegetable soup, and a small plate of pickled radish. He couldn't help frowning and said, "That's all?" Yoping wiped away nervously.
Wiping his forehead, he whispered: "Sir, this is already the best meal our village can provide."
Kuyama Kazuha picked up the bowl and put it down again, and said to Yohei: "Go and bring over some of the swords you harvested before. They should be about the same length as mine. Don't tell me you don't have them."
Watching Nono and Ping leave without knowing why, Sorayama Kazuyo picked up the bowl again, drank the vegetable soup without any fishy taste, and started eating the salted radish seriously.
The rough grains of rice rub against the mouth and esophagus that are pampered by modern delicate foods. Although it is difficult to swallow, he still does not waste a grain of rice, because food represents energy and represents enough physical strength to cope with any emergency. In this kind of situation,
In an environment where he was almost surrounded by enemies, he was not allowed to be picky. "The taste of poverty turns out to be so unbearable!" Kazuyo Sorayama, who finished his dinner with supreme will, said to himself mockingly.
As for the fact that just picking a few poisonous mushrooms from the mountains and boiling them in soup can kill him, a master with no skills, not only Kazuha Sorayama, a living idiot, did not expect it, but neither did those poor and timid farmers.
think.
Maybe some people have thought of it, such as the experienced father, but they dare not bet on whether this powerful warrior will let others test the poison first, and if he is discovered, will he massacre the village in anger?
…
After Yohei returned with difficulty carrying several tachis, Sorayama Kazuyo also completed his maintenance work, and the originally gorgeous tachi accessories were sorted and put away.
He picked up an Odachi sword that looked similar in shape and length to the long captain. He removed the handle, tangs, and other parts one by one and reinstalled them on his own sword. He wrapped the rope around the handle thinly, and slowly
Put the knife into a scabbard that looks very worn.
In this way, the famous sword, which was originally as gorgeous as the bright moon in the sky, completely changed from the appearance of an ordinary samurai sword. But the moment the blade flashed out of the scabbard, the brilliance could not be concealed, as if a fairy had descended from the earth.
Even in rags, he still has his own pride.
Kazuyo Sorayama put down the "ordinary sword" in his hand and put the accessories that originally belonged to Captain Hikari onto the ordinary sword. As a result, Cinderella instantly became a princess. Just from the appearance, the value was completely reversed.
He nodded with satisfaction, handed the extremely gorgeous knife to He Ping, and said seriously: "I will not eat and drink for free. I will give this knife to you in exchange for some money and food. In the eyes of those businessmen who know the goods,
, the value of the accessories on this knife alone can buy dozens of villages like yours. Don’t sell it cheap, otherwise you will regret it.”
Kazuyo Sorayama is not exaggerating. The gold powder maki lacquer craftsmanship used in this scabbard, the top-grade gold sword made by a master, and the gold carvings on various parts are worth more than tens of millions of yen even in contemporary times.
Ignoring the stunned Heping, Sorayama Kazuyo stood up with his knife: "I'm going to practice and will come back here in the evening. I don't want to eat this kind of thing again tomorrow. I want meat and vegetables. Remember what I said."
Changing the costume of the sword is also a helpless move. A warrior has his own dignity. He doesn't want to eat and drink for nothing. The already very poor peasants, and changing into ordinary costumes will not damage the edge of Chang Guang.
Not to mention that for someone like him, who is a down-and-out rogue in the eyes of others, his possession of valuable treasures can easily arouse unnecessary prying eyes, and he cannot be tempted to plot against others if he is greedy. Although he relies on his own force and is not afraid of plotting, no one wants to
Living a life of fear in traps and conspiracies every day.