A wandering samurai carries very few things with him.
A little money for transportation, a suit of Wu clothes for replacement, and a little dry food for filling the stomach are enough.
Wandering warriors are different from warriors who serve others. Real wandering warriors want to hone their warrior skills. These people are like ascetics, honing their sword skills in poor conditions and harsh environments.
Swish——
Anno Zuomura drew his sword.
When he left the trial defense hall, there was a battle between him and Okita Souji.
Although that battle ended in a draw, anyone with a discerning eye could actually see that Zuo Cun had the upper hand.
Of course, the gap between him and Okita Souji is very small. If there is another battle, the outcome is really hard to say.
But the knife that decided the ending...
Kondo Shusuke asked him to find his mentor, but Samura never had a clue.
Think about the well-known sects in the world today, such as Shinto Wu Nian Ryu, Beichen Itto Ryu, etc. They are either extremely far away or no longer recruiting disciples.
But when he repeatedly recalled that knife, a crazy idea appeared in Zuomura Annuo's heart.
Holding the knife in front of himself, Zuocun frowned.
Twisting his feet slightly, Zuo Cun jumped up on the spot.
call out--
The blade was raised, and Zuocun was rolled from a height to the ground.
Tsk.
His brows were furrowed.
Nothing can replicate the feeling of that day.
If it's just to this extent, what should I do...
Create your own genre.
"Come again!" Zuo Cun gritted his teeth and jumped up again.
He regarded this dilapidated little shrine as his temporary residence. When he was thirsty, he would eat some snow, and when he was hungry, he would go to the river to catch fish. Moreover, he could also find some wild vegetables beside this unfrozen river.
Time passed by half a month.
Samura's swordsmanship has no foundation, he just swings the sword based on feeling.
But it is precisely because of this that Zuo Cun, who was born with a sword, will not have so much difficulty when creating his own sword technique.
These days, in his spare time, the young samurai would also think about what would be a better name if he really created his own swordsmanship school.
After much thought, when a snow-colored bird landed on the top of the shrine, Zuomura smiled and decided on a name for his swordsmanship.
Bird flow.
One is that it is taken from Zuo Cun's own love for birds, and the other is that Zuo Cun always jumps up like a flying bird when he uses the sword.
Samura's own definition of Hyakutori-ryu is a slash from top to bottom.
Zuocun himself is flexible and has great jumping ability. He can even jump up to three meters high if he exerts enough energy.
Very outrageous.
"Uh-ahhhhh!!!"
Click——
Squeak——
Zuocun held the knife in both hands, panting heavily, and maintained the posture of swinging the knife down.
A large tree that was as thick as an adult's waist was cut in half by his sword.
"Sure! It's successful!" Zuo Cun was a little excited.
But there was no time to make him happy.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
A scream came.
"What, what's going on? The tree is going to hit me!!"
"Help-"
Zuo Cun's pupils shrank.
Jump on the spot and look for the direction in which the tree will fall.
"The first sword of Hyakutori-ryu——"
Zheng——!
The tree that had been cut down was cut into two parts again, and Anno Zuomura stepped on the crown part of the tree in the air, and then kicked it off with both feet.
Half of the big tree flew to the other side, while Zuocun fell to the ground due to the reaction force.
"Uhhh!!!" A scream came from Zuo Cun's mouth.
Beneath the thick snow...hides a sharp rock.
And now, this stone has penetrated into Zuo Cun's butt...
Zuo Cun quickly got up, with tears in his eyes, and pulled the sharp stone off his left buttock.
"Ah, it hurts!" Zuo Cun breathed in cold air and rubbed his wound.
Oops, it seems like bleeding...
What should I do? I don’t seem to have any solution...
"Um, are you okay?" A young male voice came from the side.
Zuo Cun covered his butt and turned around to look.
A...blond, blue-eyed foreigner?
"You seem to be injured. Let me take a look." The blond foreigner spoke fluent Japanese and looked at Zuomura Annuo with concern. "I am a doctor, I can help you."
"That..." Zuo Cun blushed.
This... wound appeared in that awkward place...
"Please don't be shy. Let me check the wound first. Although the weather is very cold now, if the wound is not treated as soon as possible, there is still a possibility of infection." The foreign doctor's eyes were very clear and he looked at Zuocun seriously.
"Please believe me, this is also my way of saying thank you for saving my life."
"Huh? Then, that's okay."
............
Ano Zumura's butt was wrapped with a bandage, and he lay on the wooden floor of the shrine with his butt sticking out in an extremely indecent posture.
"Um, thank you..." Zuo Cun sighed and stood up.
"No need to say thank you." The foreign young man smiled, "It is a doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded. Besides, you also saved my life."
It was already dark at this time, and the two of them lit a small fire at the entrance of the shrine, while snow was already falling outside.
"Why are you, a foreigner, here in this windy and snowy environment? And you don't have any weapons." Zuo Cun gently rubbed his wounds and looked at the foreign youth.
"I am a doctor, and I am just practicing medicine now." The young man put his hands behind his back, "I did not come to Japan with the Kurofune, but I came to this country two years before the Kurofune arrived."
"As for weapons, I still have them." The young man took something out of his backpack.
The black pipe was connected to the wooden handle, and the dark hole made Zuo Cun feel sweaty.
"...Musket." He looked seriously at the thing in the foreign young man's hand.
"Ah, please don't be nervous. That thing is just for self-defense, and you won't use it normally." The young man saw that Zuo Cun had put the handle of the knife on, and quickly put away the pistol as a sign of friendship.
"..." Zuo Cun silently put his hand down from the handle of the knife.
"Actually, the tree that fell on you during the day was cut down by me." Zuo Cun's expression was a little gloomy.
"I guessed it." The foreign youth smiled, "Trees don't fall down for no reason. When I was helping you treat your wounds, I noticed the cuts on the trees. They were extremely smooth. You must have thought that you were a powerful swordsman.
."
"No, I'm just a beginner." Zuo Cun was not arrogant at all, but said expressionlessly.
"...My name is Zuocun Annuo, and I am a practicing swordsman." Zuocun stretched out his hand to the foreign youth, "We met in this way in the barren mountains and wild mountains.
,Can you tell me your name?"
Foreign youths are not surprised at all.
He smiled and said: "My name is Luslan Jefferson. According to Japanese custom, please give me some advice."