I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Zhi Zhou nagged and nagged for quite a while before finally "letting go" of Isshika.

After leaving the utility room with secret passages one after another with Isshika, Naoki seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned his head quickly, and said to Isshiki:

"Xiaohua, I almost forgot to tell you."

"Tonight, I'm going to attend the 'clear talk' with your father, do you want to come together?"

"'Qing Tan'..." Isshiki frowned slightly with her pretty brows, "Will Duan Jiro participate in tonight's 'Qing Tan'?"

"Well, Mr. Duan Jiro will also participate in tonight's 'clear talk'."

"Then I won't go." Yishihua replied without thinking.

"Xiao Hua..." Zhi Zhou showed helplessness, "Why do you hate Mr. Duan Jiro so much?"

"I should have told you, grandpa, right? I hate Duan Jiro, the kind of man who can't wait to spend time in the promenade every day." Isshiki's brows frowned even tighter at this moment.

"Master Duan Jiro is indeed a bit lecherous, but this is not an intolerable shortcoming. Many big men are lecherous."

"Except for the small defect of being a bit lecherous, Mr. Danjiro is an excellent man in every aspect."

"Although he is just a commoner who doesn't even have a surname, he has a demeanor that even I have to admire..."

Before Zhizhou finished speaking, Isshika interrupted Zhizhou's words:

"Okay, grandpa. No matter how good Mr. Duan Jiro is in other aspects, in short, I just hate this kind of prostitution."

"Tonight's 'clear talk', you and your father just go to participate. I won't go."

"Okay..." Zhizhou scratched the hair on the back of his head, "If you don't want to participate, then forget it."

"You'd better stay home tonight."

"Since you plan to stay home tonight, let me give you a task."

"Xiaohua, you can concentrate on learning calligraphy from your mother tonight."

"Calligraphy?" Xiao Hua frowned again with her newly relaxed brows, "Why?"

"There's no particular reason, I just want you to look more like a child of the samurai family." Zhi Zhouyi glanced at Yishihua with a bit of dissatisfaction, "You should also know how bad your calligraphy is. Bar?"

The expression on Yishihua's face froze due to embarrassment.

"As a child of the samurai family, no matter what, you must at least have the ability to write good handwriting." Zhizhou continued, "Otherwise, after you get married, your ugly handwriting is very likely to attract the attention of your husband's family." laugh."

"I was too indulgent with you before, I have to be stricter with you now."

Isshiki's eyes twitched when Naoshu mentioned the words "marry out".

"...Grandpa, you really never forget my marriage."

"Of course, after all, I don't want to watch my granddaughter turn into an old lady who is too old to be wanted."

Zhi Zhou said lightly.

"You should also know, right? There are already many families that I have seen very much, just because you are 21 years old this year, they just waved their hands, and they don't want to let such an older girl be their daughter-in-law."

"...I don't think it doesn't matter if I don't get married for the rest of my life." Isshiki flattened her rosy lips, "I love swordsmanship, even if I'm alone, as long as I have swordsmanship by my side, I can live happily ever after happy."

"Hmph!" As soon as Isshika finished speaking, Zhizhou snorted heavily, showing displeasure, "Stop saying such stupid things."

After all, Zhi Zhou paused.

After a moment of silence, he continued:

"...I originally wanted to wait a few days before mentioning this to you."

"But let me tell you about it now."

"Half a month ago, through a friend's introduction, I found a very good hero—the eldest son of Nara Hakushokan: Arima Soun."

"I've already had contact with this Arima Zaoyun, and he is indeed an excellent hero."

"A good family background, good conversation, good looks, and the right age,

This year happens to be 20 years old, and his parents don't mind their son marrying a 21-year-old older wife. "

"I intend to let you meet him in summer at the latest."

"I think you should like Arima Zaoyun. After all, he is your favorite type. I have seen his swordsmanship with my own eyes."

"Worthy of being the eldest son of Nara's famous family - Hakuzokan. His swordsmanship is impeccable. He is definitely outstanding among his peers. Give him another 1 or 2 years, and he will probably be able to reach the level of passing everyone on."

Naoki was talking there, but he didn't notice—Isshiki, who was walking behind him, had a very obvious expression of impatience and boredom from just now.

"Are you secretly looking for this so-called outstanding hero without me again..." Isshika muttered in a volume that only she could hear clearly.

Naoki continued to introduce the excellence of "Arima Soun" to Isshiki there.

He didn't know—his words, to Yishihua's ears, were no different from the humming of mosquitoes.

The impatience and boredom on Yishihua's face became more and more intense.

Then... Isshiki's lips and tongue seemed to suddenly have their own consciousness, and they moved by themselves:

"...No matter how good you are, can you still be good enough to pass Yi Dao Zhai?"

Just after saying this, Isshiki raised her hand to cover her mouth, lowered her eyes, and looked at her lips that subconsciously moved just now with amazed eyes.

And Naoki, who was walking in front of Isshiki, also stopped at this moment, turned around, and looked at Isshiki with disbelief.

"...Xiaohua." Zhizhou's face slowly sank at this time, "I...should have reminded you, I will not let my daughter be someone else's concubine. Don't say it is a knife, even if it is Neither can the Emperor."

Before Naoki finished speaking, Isshiki with a complex expression pursed her lips, then turned around and ran towards the stairs not far away without saying a word.

"Hana! Hana!" Naoki shouted after Isshiki's back.

No matter how much he yelled, Isshiki had no intention of stopping.

Looking at the figure of Isshiki Hana who disappeared before his eyes after ascending the second floor, Naosuke sighed heavily:

"What a worrying child..."

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...

Osaka, Shinmachi, Seven Grass House——

ding~lang~

The current No. 1 artist in Osaka: Chuguang, is sitting upright in her piano practice room, eyes half closed, playing the piano with both hands.

Suddenly—the ceiling above Chuguang's head suddenly made a strange noise.

Immediately afterwards, with a soft sound of "Kala", a board on the ceiling above Chuguang's head was removed, and a black shadow fell from the ceiling, and landed firmly in front of Chuguang.

"...Shibata, what's the matter?" Chuguang stopped his hands playing the piano.

The person who suddenly appeared in front of Chuguang was Chuguang's guard: Shibata.

"Miss Chuguang." Shibata reached into his bosom to feel for something, "I have a new order."

After that, Shibata took out a piece of letter paper that was only as wide as two thumbs from his arms, and presented the letter paper to Chu Guang with both hands.

Chu Guang, who took the letter paper and unfolded it, looked at it at a glance.

There wasn't much written in this letter, so Chu Guang read it all at once.

After reading, Chuguang handed the letter back to Shibata.

"... Shibata. Burn it. Then go down and get ready. There is an important task to perform tonight."

Chuguang put the shamisen in his arms aside, then stretched vigorously with a tired face.

"Tonight... the official plan to capture and kill Shura will be made."

"Slay... Asura...?" Shibata, who had a flash of panic in his eyes, swallowed hard, "...Miss Chuguang, I don't understand."

"After Shura broke through Nijo Castle in Kyoto, didn't Master Toyotomi always want to take him as his own?"

"In order to find Ogata Ittosai, I did not hesitate to mobilize most of the Iga ninja's combat power to search for people."

"Why do you suddenly want to kill Shura now?"

"Who knows." Chu Guang curled his lips, "That guy...is a pervert with a brain problem. If you can understand the pervert's thoughts, it would be strange."

"We... have a way to capture and kill Shura..." Shibata muttered, "That is a monster that can defeat even 10,000 shogunate troops..."

"Playing with swords and knives is naturally extremely difficult to compete with that Shura."

"But that pervert Toyotomi Nobuhide... is the most indispensable thing."

Chuguang made a shooting motion.

"and this."

Immediately afterwards, the onomatopoeia of the cannon firing was uttered with the mouth.

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This evening——

After hastily eating dinner, Naoki took Rushui and left home in a hurry.

The father and son walked through the complicated streets and alleys of Osaka, and finally stopped in front of a shop.

The door plaque of this shop is very upright.

The three huge Chinese characters "Mantou House" are directly written on it.

In this small steamed bun house, there is a constant smell of sweet steamed buns. Inside the shop, two women, one old and one young, were steaming steamed buns with skillful techniques.

Zhi Zhou and Ru Shui took off the knife from their left waists, held it in their right hands, and strode into the steamed bun house.

The two women, one big and one small, who were busy in the steamed bun house saw Naoki and Rushui, and they didn't seem surprised.

After glancing at the two of them, they continued to do their own business.

The father and son entered the back room of the steamed bun house with ease, and then climbed up the stairs in the back room to the second floor.

There are only 4 rooms on the second floor of this steamed bun house. Zhi Zhou and Ru Shui went straight to the corner room.

Opening the door, there were more than ten people sitting behind the door.

These ten or so people almost filled the tatami in the room, and there were only 2 oil lamps in the room. The scarce light made the room extremely dim.

"Sorry, we're late." Zhizhou apologized to everyone in the room, and led Rushui into the room.

"It doesn't matter."

As soon as Zhizhou apologized, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in the room smiled.

"I'm actually late too, and I haven't been here for long."

"People from the Yishi family are here, and everyone is here, so let's stop talking nonsense and start tonight's 'clear talk'."

Plain talk—this is one of the slang words of Naoki and the others who secretly assembled and determined to overthrow the Edo shogunate.

They collectively refer to "meetings" as "clear talks".

The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes lowered his voice.

"Tonight's talk will still be hosted by me, Duan Jiro, please give me your advice."

The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes—that is, Duan Jiro bent down and bowed to the people in front of him.

And Zhizhou and the others hurriedly bowed to return the salute.

"First of all, I want to announce a piece of good news to everyone—the comrades from the Satsuma Domain have successfully connected with several high-ranking officials from the Satsuma Domain."

As soon as Duan Jilang finished speaking, the room immediately burst into cheers one after another.

"Great, great!"

"Finally, I have taken a solid step forward on the road to collapse..."

"It's not easy, it's not easy!"

...

Everyone in the room cheered there, although Zhizhou and Rushui didn't scream like the others, they still showed excitement and excitement.

Duan Jilang pressed his palms forward to signal for everyone to be quiet, and the noisy cheers gradually subsided.

"Everyone, I can understand your excitement." Duan Jiro said slowly, "But it's too early to be happy now."

"'Mobilize Satsuma, Changzhou and other powerful vassals to defeat the shogunate by force' - our current small achievement is just a small step in our general strategy of defeating the curtain, and we still have a long way to go. "

"Of course we can be happy for today's achievements, but we must not get carried away."

Duan Jilang's words made the excitement on the faces of everyone in the room subside a little, and their eyes became calm again.

"We have just managed to connect with senior officials of Satsuma." Duan Jiro continued, "We will have to spend a lot of time and energy to convince them to understand the downfall of the Edo shogunate and the restoration of the emperor and the imperial court." Glorious righteousness."

"I hope that all comrades can continue to unite as one, work together, and never forget the original intention!"

"Even if it takes 10, 20, or 100 years, I still have to fulfill my ambition of defeating the emperor!"

As soon as Duan Jilang's words fell, the cheers that had just stopped for a while broke out again.

Even Naojou is now pumping his fists hard while shouting "Ooooh!"

Duan Jiro pressed his palm forward again.

After making the room quiet again, Duan Jiro stood up slowly.

"Everyone, I have something important to discuss with you now."

"It is precisely for this matter that I called everyone to hold a 'clear talk'."

"As our organization grows stronger, it becomes more and more urgent to give our organization an official name."

"Before, we also held a 'clear talk' on the matter of naming."

Danjiro turned his gaze to Naoshu.

"Mr. Naoshu proposed to name our organization the 'Tenchu ​​Group' on the grounds that we are a righteous organization that complies with the will of heaven and is determined to destroy the Edo shogunate that violated righteousness."

In order to make it easier to distinguish between Naosu and Rushui's family, Duan Jiro and others refer to Naozo and others by their first names.

"Mr. Naito thinks that the name should be 'Renjugumi'."

Duan Jiro turned his gaze to a muscular middle-aged man.

"The reason is that we should fight against the Edo shogunate with 'human power' instead of relying on something illusory like 'God's will'. Therefore, we should name it 'Human Shogun'."

"What should be the name of this discussion, 'clear talk', has not been quarreled with a result, and finally it just fell into nothing."

"Afterwards, I thought a lot about naming it."

"Finally—I came up with a name that is better than the Heavenly Punishment Group and the Human Punishment Group."

Duan Jilang's words immediately aroused the interest of everyone in the room, and everyone involuntarily poked their necks towards the position where Duan Jilang was standing.

"What kind of country am I waiting to build?"

Duan Jiro looked around at everyone, then asked himself and answered:

"What we are going to build is a country like Nara and the Heian period, with His Majesty the Emperor as the absolute center."

"His Majesty the Emperor should be the center of our Japanese kingdom, not some shogun."

"About 'His Majesty the Emperor should be the center of this country', this is a 'law' based truth."

"Our act of turning down the curtain is a righteous act with'law' to follow!"

"We will never fail, because we have the honor of righteousness and the support of 'law'!"

"Since ancient times, there has never been a person or organization that has tried its best and failed in the end!"

"Down with the shogunate—this is not something that can be done overnight."

"But no matter how long it takes, no matter how many setbacks we encounter, we will, and will, achieve total victory!"

"This is the power of righteousness, this is the power of 'law'!"

"With the power of 'law', we will be invincible."

"So, I propose to name our organization—"

Duan Jiro took out a large neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket, and unfolded it.

On the white paper, there are 2 huge Chinese characters written:

The law punishes.

These two Chinese characters are vigorous and powerful, like a swimming dragon.

Looking at the two Chinese characters "Fazhu" on the paper, the room became noisy again.

"Fa Zhu...Fa Zhu..."

"Fa Zhu group... a good name."

"Indeed, this name is more suitable for us than Tianzhu Group and Renzhu Group. The weapon we rely on to defeat the Edo Shogunate is not God's will or human power, but the invincible 'law' .”

...

Most of the people in the room looked satisfied - including Zhi Zhou and Ru Shui, father and son.

"Fazhu group...Fazhu group..." Zhizhou kept "chewing" the title of "Fazhu group".

Every time he "chews", Zhizhou's eyes brighten up.

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...

At this very moment—

Osaka, a certain izakaya——

"Beiyuan..." Miura looked at Beiyuan, who was already flushed from drinking, with worried eyes, "Did you drink a little too much?"

The table that Miura was sitting at at this time was a bit strange.

Because the two people sitting at his table were deeply hurt by Ogata.

At this time, the person sitting opposite Miura was Kitahara.

Miura was at Shinmachi before, and watched the famous Yukimura respectfully salute Ogata, making him, who was proudly showing off his little achievements in front of Ogata, become like a clown.

As for Bei Yuan - let alone him.

Kitahara turned a deaf ear to Miura's advice.

He continued to hold the spirits in his hand high, pouring tons of alcohol into his mouth.

After drinking another bottle of spirits, Bei Yuan put down the bottle in his hand heavily.

"Damn... Damn... Isshiki-san... Isshiki-san... I have always been sincere to you... why do you only smile at that guy... because that guy is good at swordsmanship and has a lot of skills Background..."

Kitahara, whose eyes were cloudy from drinking too much alcohol, muttered.

There was anger and jealousy in his eyes.

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