After taking the money and giving it to Musashi, and seeing Musashi's money-obsessed look satisfied, Kiyohime came over again.
"that......"
"Huh? What's wrong, Your Highness?"
Musashi quickly collected the money and smiled at the rich man.
"Swordsman-sama, if I heard correctly just now, the call that Mr. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mr. Samura are calling you should be...'Musashi', right?"
"Are you deliberately imitating Miyamoto Musashi?"
"No, that's my name."
Musashi looked like he was used to it, and explained with his hands on his hips.
"Well! Then your skills must be similar to the real Musashi-sama! It's really admirable!"
"Can you tell me? How hard did you practice to get your martial arts to where it is today?"
"Ah, um..."
Musashi scratched his face.
"As for my practice, it doesn't have much reference value...because I always...well, if I want to put it in a nutshell, I travel around the world for a long time to constantly hone my martial arts, ah
, if you say it like that, it sounds a bit ordinary?"
"Zuocun, how did you become so strong?"
Musashi suddenly looked at Zuomura.
"kill."
Zuo Cun's answer was straightforward.
There is no reference space for Zuo Cun’s practice.
He has never lacked opponents since he picked up the sword. No matter whether the opponent died under his sword in the end or something else, from the beginning to the end Zuo Cun was able to gain corresponding experience even if he had no sword in his heart.
Of course - the most important thing is to work hard.
Talent may not be equal, but hard work is.
Zuo Cun's efforts from picking up a knife, to cracking rocks, and finally to being able to use his own knife as he pleases are unimaginable to ordinary people.
"Traveling around the country, practicing as a warrior, and encountering strong enemies?"
This princess seems to have the ability to whitewash peace.
But there was a sparkle in her eyes, and she looked like she was interested.
"As a woman, being able to travel around... is so amazing and so enviable...! Can you tell me the details in more detail!"
Kiyohime's pursuit of adventure stories also seems to be great.
After all, she is a princess in a boudoir. Since she has never been out, she inevitably has a strong interest in the outside world - this is normal.
"Please have dinner first, then take a shower, then have a pillow fight, and finally tell me when you are getting ready to sleep in bed!"
Samura subconsciously glanced at his only male companion, Fuma Kotaro.
There was something in the eyes of both people...Should I say they were speechless? It doesn't seem to be true.
All in all, it was a bit surprising and a bit boring at the same time...etc.
This princess, compared to other so-called princesses of this era, is really a bit...too unique.
"Let's go, let's go!"
Saying that, Kiyohime grabbed the hands of Fujimaru Ritsuka and Miyamoto Musashi and ran towards the place where they were having dinner.
"It seems we don't need to sleep next door to Miss Xiaoyu tonight."
Zuo Cun shrugged.
"Ha...as long as my lord doesn't mind, it's okay to be happy."
Kotaro is quite happy for Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Then Danzo has withdrawn... By the way, Mr. Kotaro."
Kato Danzo glanced at Fuma Kotaro before leaving.
"Your ninjutsu is truly amazing."
"...each other."
The expression on Kotaro's face, which was originally a little happy, suddenly stiffened, and then he and Danzo exchanged...compliments.
"Then, I'll take my leave."
call out--
The moment the words fell, Duan Zang's figure disappeared without a trace.
Zuomura didn't know what to say. After all, he didn't know much about the past between the two people. He could only pat Kotaro on the shoulder.
"Let's go."
...
night.
Two men, Samura and Kotaro, huddled in the corner of the room and watched the three women smash each other with pillows for a long time. Then, after Musashi used her absolute strength and agility to form an overwhelming advantage over the other two and win, he chose to temporarily
Resigned.
It's not that the two of them were going to sleep somewhere else, they were just waiting at the door.
Both of them are servants, so they are here to be bodyguards.
"It's so peaceful... If only it could always be like this."
Looking at the moon in the sky, Kotaro said subconsciously.
"Would a ninja think like this?"
Zuo Cun felt that there was something missing in his hand, but drinking while guarding was really not a good habit.
"Of course ninjas also have their own ideas, Lord Samura... In fact, most ninjas are just like ordinary people, yearning for quietness and peace."
"Many times, this is why we hide ourselves in the shadows."
"......I see."
Zuocun nodded slightly.
"Have you ever encountered a ninja before, Mr. Samura?"
Kotaro turned his head and looked at Zuo Cun, who looked a little weathered under the moonlight.
"...Those are Abe Masahiro's men. I can't remember which school they belong to."
"At that time, I was leaving Kyoto to find a way to save the country, but Masahiro Abe felt that since I couldn't be used by him, I was a huge threat. It turned out that his intuition was right, and I killed all his ninjas.
, and then killed him too."
Zuocun's tone was calm from beginning to end.
"...Is this so? It's such an unpleasant encounter."
"But it is undeniable that the ninja itself is indeed like this."
Kotaro turned his head to look at the moon again.
"Which two of the remaining five do you think caused this incident?"