After notifying people in the village along the way, the group of five finally arrived at the place Ah Sui had mentioned [Grandpa's Thatched Hermitage].
"Phew - we're finally here. I've been running all this way. The key is... I haven't eaten anything yet!"
Putting Ah Xiu gently on the ground, Musashi wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained helplessly.
"If you are hungry, I have a rice ball here for you."
Samura searched in his package and found a rice ball that was still intact, and threw it directly to Musashi.
"Wow - are you the incarnation of Bodhisattva! Thank you, Mr. Zuocun!!!"
Musashi's eyes lit up. After catching the rice ball and bowing to Zuomura, he swallowed the whole rice ball in one gulp, and then - then he choked.
"Uh-uh-uh-"
After forcing himself to swallow several times, Musashi couldn't swallow it anymore, and Musashi's expression gradually became ferocious.
"Master Samurai, drink some water quickly!"
Ah Sui took out the kettle from his package and quickly handed it to Musashi.
"Ahhh - I'm saved, I'm saved! Thank you, Ah Xiu, you are such a good boy."
Musashi, who came back to life, touched Ah Xiu's head and said softly.
"Well...I'm sorry, samurai-sama, the seam must be very heavy, so samurai-sama, please drink more water."
"How could it be? Ah Sui is very light. I can hold you in my arms without letting go." Musashi put the lid of the kettle back and gave it back to Ah Sui, pinching her face twice.
It feels very good in hand.
"Hey, hehe, thank you, Master Samurai, for hugging me back. Ah, um..." Ah Sui's expression became cautious, "Master Samurai, can you hug us next time?"
After taking Tasuke back from Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms, Azumi asked Musashi.
"Of course it's okay when it's necessary, and of course it's okay when it's not necessary."
"Very good!"
Ah Xiu looked very happy.
"Samurai-sama is so strong, he is stronger than a man!"
"Hey hehe... How can there be such a thing? I'm actually just a delicate girl, right?"
Musashi looked obviously very happy, and his face turned red again.
She is really a very praiseworthy person.
A delicate girl...
Zuo Cun stood nearby with a wooden face.
Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Miyamoto Musashi, the unparalleled swordsman in the world, although... the swordsmanship of the one in front of me has not yet reached its final level, but his swordsmanship is still growing after all, unlike himself, who has permanently stayed at
within a certain period of time.
His sword skills have come to an end. If he wants to become stronger like he is now and fight against these famous swordsmen and sword masters in history, Zuo Cun can only use some tricky methods to substitute his sword skills.
, so that you can use your sword skills beyond your original strength.
This is also very helpless, after all - there is no sword in his heart.
The sword, like the teaching ruler he later used, was ultimately just a tool used to open up the times.
"Big sister, please drink some water too!"
Azui then handed the kettle made of bamboo tubes to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who also looked like he was about to die of thirst.
Running all the way, no normal person would be able to hold on for that long. Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to hold on, which can be called a superman.
"Ah...water is indeed the source of life..."
After being moistened by water, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally regained some of his energy.
"The state has recovered... Mr. Zuocun, although I still have many questions to ask you, to be honest around here... have you felt something wrong?
It doesn’t look like a demon, but still..."
Musashi tilted his head in confusion.
"You can open your eyes and see. Some things will be clear at a glance."
Zuo Cun shook his head.
This Musashi is indeed too immature.
"This is my forging ground."
At this time, a strange voice came over.
"This is just a place where the old man works. Normally, the neighboring villagers don't dare to come close. I wonder why it's so noisy here."
A strong young man walked out of the thatched hut, but his tone was really old-fashioned...
What the hell?
Samura, Musashi, and Ritsuka were all at a loss at the same time.
etc......
Does this guy look familiar?
Zuo Cun narrowed his eyes.
"It turned out to be two samurai and a noisy young man."
"You are travelers? What is your purpose in coming to this place?"
The hair on the back of my head suddenly stood up.
The moment this muscular man with red hair stared at the three of them, both the samurai like Samura and Musashi, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, all felt an indescribable and huge sense of oppression.
"Grandpa, we are back!"
The two children looked very happy and ran towards the strong young man.
"Huh? Ah... He's A'Xian's guest. What? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He seemed to understand something the moment he saw A'Xian, and he clicked his tongue out of boredom and left.
He said, "Remember to say it earlier next time, otherwise it will be too easy to get confused. After all, you two guys have a lot of murderous aura."
"Grandpa?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted her head.
"Well...for a grandpa, isn't this appearance too young?"
Miyamoto Musashi tilted his head in another direction.
Zuo Cun was not interested in age, and his eyes were focused on what this young man with an old-fashioned tone was holding in his hands.
That is--
a knife.
Although it is not as good as his He He, it is definitely a peerless sword...!
"Shut up, you don't need to tell me that I know that I look very young."
The tone of the old-fashioned young man was very rude - from this point of view, he was really old-fashioned and had the feeling of a stubborn and smelly old man.
"Don't look at this thing. Even if I appear in this form, I must be holding a knife."
"After all, I am a [swordsmith]."
"Look carefully, there are knives everywhere here."
He took a step away, revealing what was behind him.
Behind him, knives were scattered everywhere on the ground and steps, as if they were being thrown around.
Zuo Cun always felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar...
"Oh!? Are you just throwing it around like this!?"
Musashi was shocked.
"It's just some failed works. What's wrong with throwing them everywhere?"
The young man curled his lips disdainfully.
"Between these, Ah Xiu, you should take Tiansuke into the house first."
He looked at the two children.
"Where are the two samurai-sama and my eldest sister?"
Ah Xiu asked with a smile.
"It's okay, you go in first, I'll talk to them later."
The young man patted Ah Xiu's head, as if he really was Ah Xiu's grandfather.