The girl looked very polite, carrying her brother on her back, and looked at Musashi and Ritsuka curiously.
"Ah, yes, I am a traveling swordsman. Well... I don't know where I came from, but my birthplace is in Sakushu Ohara. There is a man named Xian there.
The temple of the secret temple......Ah, sorry, I took the topic off topic again."
Musashi looked quite happy and scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
Is this a shortcoming or an advantage of her? In short, her thinking has always been in a very unconventional state.
"I'm from Chaldea, ah, if I'm from Tokyo, I should still be called Edo now?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted her head and scratched her chin.
"My surname is Miyamoto and my first name is Musashi. If I were to use a formal title, it would be longer, but for now, it's okay to call me this way."
"As for me, just call Fujimaru Ritsuka."
Facing this little girl who didn't seem to be afraid of strangers, both of them showed enough kindness.
"Is this your brother? He's so cute."
Musashi's attention shifted quickly.
"Wow, is he a female samurai-sama!? And he's so beautiful!"
The girl looked quite surprised.
Samurai are rare, let alone female samurai, let alone beautiful female samurai.
"Are you two adults coming from Edo?"
Musashi was obviously a person who couldn't help but praise her. When he heard this girl compliment her on her beauty, he instantly blushed and started to giggle.
"Hey, hey, you said I'm pretty. Your mouth is so sweet. Did you hear it, Ritsuka? She complimented me on how beautiful I am!"
"Miss Musashi, please watch your face, your saliva is dripping out."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked a little helpless.
"Well... I just feel a little embarrassed... Well, in short, thank you for the compliment. Little girl, what is your name?"
After Fujimaru Ritsuka's reminder, Musashi probably knew that he seemed a little too excited, so he quickly patted his face to calm down.
"Ah, um, my name is Sui, and this kid is my younger brother, his name is Tasuke."
Tasuke looked very happy, waving to Musashi and Ritsuka from his sister's back.
Ritsuka came closer and teased Tasuke. It seemed to be very effective. Tasuke giggled due to the teasing.
"Wow, Ritsuka, can you actually take care of children?"
Musashi blinked.
She has never been good at taking care of children, and the situation is usually fine. If the child cries, Musashi will be in trouble immediately. The most likely thing is that he will cry with the child.
At that time, there may only be two people who need to be coaxed.
"Samurai-sama, are you going to Edo? Or are you going to a rustic castle?"
Azui patted Tiansuke on the back, and then asked Musashi and Ritsuka.
"Rusty city, what kind of place is that?"
Miyamoto Musashi tilted his head.
The name sounds a bit... rustic.
"If you walk in this direction, you can reach the rustic city in about half a day."
Ah Xiu pointed in one direction along the road.
"Ah... I have an impression, so this is the Upper Sovereign Kingdom? It is part of the Eastern Kingdom."
Musashi made a judgment based on his own knowledge.
"No, this is the lower country." Ah Xiu shook his head.
"Why?"
"There are many large towns around the rustic city, which are much larger than villages."
Ah Xiu looked very hospitable and introduced the surrounding situation to the two of them.
"Huh? Well..."
"Is there any problem Ms. Musashi?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that Musashi had some doubts.
"Well, I still have some impressions of the rustic city. If I remember correctly, it should have been an abandoned city in Kamizou during the reign of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, but now here..."
There was no historical period when the rustic city was located in the Lower Mainland.
What's more, according to the description of this child named Axiu, there seem to be many castle towns around the rustic city. This is already a quite large city.
The rustic city has never been hit on this scale.
"Wait a minute, I'll ask again."
Musashi signaled Ritsuka to be calm and calm.
"Azai, can I ask, is the current lord of Edo still surnamed Tokugawa?"
"Yes, it's Lord Tokugawa Iemitsu."
Ah Xiu nodded, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.
These two adults always feel like they have no common sense...
"Kong Iemitsu... um... that should be correct. The rustic style during Iemitsu's period should indeed be a ruin of the superior...?"
Musashi's expression became distressed.
"So, this time there is still a difference between the world we traveled to and the history we know...wait a minute, why am I so skilled?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka fell into deep thought.
"this problem......"
Musashi scratched his head and became even more distressed.
Generally speaking, this situation does not mean a good sign...
"Well, forget it, don't think about it so much. This trip is still very smooth for me. At least I didn't climb many mountains. I only learned the place names after killing many thieves. We are now in Tokugawa Iemitsu.
In the era of public rule, somewhere in the country!"
"You are so proud of yourself, Musashi-chan, but if I go by what you said...could it be that Musashi-chan is unlucky?"
"Well, after all, the people I talk to are basically bandits and robbers. I always feel that this time it's thanks to Ritsuka."
Musashi didn't seem to have the slightest sense of being unlucky.
Gugu——
During the chat, Musashi's stomach suddenly made a very loud whine.
"Ah, that, that, I'm sorry..."
Her face turned red again, and she laughed while covering her stomach.
"I'm just too hungry. After all, I haven't eaten for two days... Ah Xiu, do you know where there is a teahouse or something like that nearby? I'm so hungry..."
"The teahouse is on the other side of the village...ah, but there is grandpa's thatched hermitage near the village. That's where Tasuke and I came from!"
"Ah, by the way, the beautifully dressed samurai-sama, and the big sister wearing strange clothes, do you want to come to grandpa's thatched hermitage? I will make tea for you!"
Ah Xiu looked really enthusiastic.
Of course, she might be interested in the handsome samurai-sama.
"What I'm wearing is very strange... Well, from the perspective of this era, what I'm wearing is indeed very strange..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at his Chaldean combat uniform and scratched his head in embarrassment.
She actually experienced the feeling of being a foreigner in Japan...
Does the combat uniform designed by Miss Lawrence really have the style of Milan, Italy, or is it Florence?
It’s just that Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn’t know much about this aspect.