Qianzi Muramasa seemed to have some interest in Zuocun. He walked to Zuocun's side and asked, holding his chest.
"It's just to adapt to the times. Even without me, the Tokugawa Shogunate's rule cannot continue."
"In my era, there was no place for the so-called [general]."
Zuo Cun has been sitting at the door of the thatched cottage. Although he has entered the thatched cottage before,...
In short, Zuocun now looks a little different from before.
"Mr. Samura, are you a Saber now? Same as Mr. Muramasa?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka walked to Zuomura's side with a rice ball and sat down.
This is not the first time that Fujimaru Ritsuka and Samura met. The last time was in the Temple of Time. By chance, they had the opportunity to fight side by side. If we look back further... it was the period of the Roman Singularity.
.
Is Anno Samura of Saber Employment Agency... It does sound more natural than the existence of Assassin.
Although Zuo Cun was indeed a peerless assassin who assassinated two shoguns.
"Perhaps this is the most suitable job agency for me."
Zuo Cun nodded lightly. Compared with Assassin, he looked more...calm now?
Like Chiko Muramasa, Samura doesn't look very old now, but he has the feeling of being an older person... in no uncertain terms.
"I didn't feel this way when I pulled out the knife. Put the knife away now... If according to the records, didn't you only live to be in your forties? Why do you have such a degree of twilight?"
This sentence was said by Musashi who was sitting in the hermitage.
Samura glanced back at Musashi.
"Maybe it's because there are more than just swords in my life."
"It's troublesome..."
Musashi scratched his head in trouble.
"I still want to have a serious contest with the equally unparalleled Ano Samura... But you drew your sword yesterday and it seemed like there was no problem?"
"As long as the knife is on your waist, it will be no problem to pull it out."
The aura on Zuo Cun's body solidified for a moment. Even though his back was to Musashi, at that moment, Musashi felt like his hair was rising.
That feeling...
It's like——
She is like a rabbit being stared at by an eagle.
She even subconsciously moved her hand closer to her knife.
"This is my thatched hut, what do you want to do?"
Qianzi Muramasa's voice became dangerous.
"...Don't worry, Mr. Muramasa, I have no intention of fighting anymore. If it were not for my responsibility, I would not be here."
Zuocun opened his eyes.
From the beginning to the end, he had no thought of drawing the sword.
Although his appearance is no different from when he was young, just a little haggard and thin, but... in terms of his state of mind now, he may be the same as the man in his thirties or forties who no longer holds a knife.
The 20-year-old Anno Samura is somewhat similar.
How should I describe this feeling?
Just like what Musashi said, full of twilight?
Or is it simply a matter of carelessness?
"Ah, responsibility, I thought I heard you say it before."
Musashi knocked his hand.
"You seem to have come to this place to kill something or someone, right?"
"Exactly."
Zuo Cun nodded and spoke concisely.
"This person is one of the culprits of a certain vicious incident. He is hiding in this world. I came here just to kill that guy."
"but......"
He raised his eyes and glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"I didn't expect the kid Ritsuka to be here."
It is indeed Mr. Samura...but he looks very old. Is he really an old man?
Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked blankly.
"Is this a special point? Where are those people in Chaldea? Isn't Lawrence with you this time?"
Samura probably knew about Fujimaru Ritsuka's situation, but he still felt a little puzzling about the current situation.
After all, when Fujimaru Ritsuka traveled in the past, that guy Lawrence would basically follow Fujimaru Ritsuka to protect this person's last hope.
But this time, I didn't see that familiar shadow.
"Ah, what I said this time..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head and told Samura the general development of the matter.
"...a dream? And it's not the guy from the Cave King who is causing trouble this time...?"
Holding his chin, Zuo Cun thought about it.
The development of things is a bit strange.
He didn't know why he felt that way.
Why does Fujimaru Ritsuka feel like...she often encounters such weird things?
"I want to find a way to return to Chaldea now, but before that... I want to investigate what happened in this place."
Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Zuomura seriously.
"This may be the meaning of my presence in this place. Since I have seen what is going on here, I can't just sit back and do nothing."
She was really serious about this.
"......I see."
"I'm also investigating the changes in this world. After all, I can confirm that the guy is hiding in this place, but I don't know exactly in which corner he is hiding."
Samura smiled at Ritsuka.
"But all in all, I know that if there is anything wrong in this world, it must be caused by that guy, so..."
"If it's an investigation, I will help."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Samura!"
Although it was expected, Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded vigorously and expressed his gratitude to Samura.
"Contract, I accept it."
"However, before that... I have something else to say to Mr. Shinmon Musashi."
Samura turned around and faced Miyamoto Musashi.
"Hey? Tell me?"
Musashi was eating a rice ball, but seeing Zuo Cun mentioning himself, he pointed at himself in confusion.
"If you and I can survive until the end of this matter, I will use everything I have to fight with you and turn it into your burning firewood."
"But, when the time comes - please don't be disappointed."
"I will definitely not be disappointed—ah, no! I should be the one to say this!"
Miyamoto Musashi jumped up from his hut in excitement.
Maybe there are limitations of the times, maybe there is a gap in the upper limit, but the Anno Zumura in front of me is still [unparalleled].
Not everyone can bear this title.
Since he has shouldered the burden, it proves that he is truly qualified.
Since that's the case... I'm even more excited!
I can’t wait to have a fight with Mr. Zuocun right now...!
Musashi's old habit relapsed, and he closed his fingers on the handle of the knife, causing it to jingle all the time.
"Stop it, old man!"
Snapped!
"Ouch!"
Chiko Muramasa struck Miyamoto Musashi on the wrist with a knife, causing Musashi to scream in pain.
"Grandpa, you..."
Musashi looked at Senko Muramasa with tears in his eyes, as if asking why.
"The knife is not for you to use for provocation. Be honest."