When the sun rose slightly, providing a glimmer of light to the world, Shui Xinzi Zhengci finally saw the faces of the two people in front of him clearly.
"You are...the one that day..." Shui Xinzi squinted his eyes, trying to see Zuomura Annuo clearly.
That day, he was still some distance away from the battlefield.
But his eyes were very good, otherwise he wouldn't have been infected by the battlefield.
This young man who came to me for a knife, but was ignored by me, saved me after he lost all his strength, took care of me for a few days, and saved me and his wife from dying in the forge. It seemed that he was
One of the sides fighting that day?
"Hmm? Mr. Shui Xinzi?" Zuo Cun and Ryoma were a little confused.
Shui Xinzi rubbed his eyes for the first time and looked at Zuo Cun carefully.
Somewhat excited, but unable to communicate more with Zuo Cun.
Ryoma and Zuocun supported Shuixinzi Shoji.
Shui Xinzi put on the Wu uniform with difficulty, stood leaning on the wall, and looked at Zuo Cun and Long Ma.
"Thank you both for taking care of me these days..." Shui Xinzi bowed to the two young men.
In Japan, it is very against the rules for Shuixinzi, the elder, to bow to Zuomura and Ryoma, the juniors.
However, other than that, Shui Xinzi felt that she could not express her gratitude even to this extent.
Not only did they save the lives of the couple, but they also did not throw away the knife after they were unconscious. Instead, they threw the knife aside and took care of the people first.
For a swordsman, the attraction of the sword is undoubtedly powerful and terrifying.
These two young men watched the entire creation of this knife and will definitely understand the value of this knife.
But the two of them still put the knives aside and chose to save themselves.
And more importantly, the shorter one, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't be able to fulfill his lifelong wish and forge this sword.
The two of them could bear this bow.
Shui Xinzi took the two of them slowly to the living room.
The three of them sat down, and Shui Xinzi asked, "Can you tell me your names?"
"Mutsu, Samura Anno."
"Tosa, Ryoma Sakamoto."
"Thank you both for being such witnesses, and even more so for saving the lives of me and She Nei." Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu bowed in thanks.
"Please don't say thank you anymore, Mr. Shui Xinzi, as a junior and as a samurai, if we don't save you, it will be our stain, and we will live in guilt all our lives." Zuo Cun said calmly and calmly.
Shui Xinzi shook his head.
"What day is it today?" he asked.
"May 17." Ryoma replied.
"It's been such a long time..." Shuixinzi Shoji sighed, "Is this Mr. Samura?"
"Yes." Zuo Cun nodded.
Shuixinzi Masahide smiled slightly and said: "On May 8th, I left Nagoya and went to Fudu to pick up a piece of jade steel that I had reserved."
"But after I got the jade steel, it was already dark."
"Because we don't have servants at home, I don't trust my wife to be at home by herself, so I want to hire a carriage and come back quickly."
"But it's getting late, and no carriage is willing to take me out of the city. After dark, bandits are rampant outside the city."
"I had no choice but to walk on foot at night, from Koto Castle to Nagoya Castle."
"It took me a whole night to get between the two cities."
"It wasn't until dawn that I saw the walls of Nagoya Castle."
"I am extremely glad that I did not meet a carriage that was willing to take me that day, because if I had rushed back to Nagoya that day, I would have missed the scene that shocked me so much."
He was a little excited and stood up from his seat.
Ryoma and Zuo Cun were a little silent, feeling a little outrageous.
They know better than anyone what happened on the morning of May 9th.
Sure enough, Shuishinzi Shoji continued: "After it dawned for a while, I came to the woods outside Nagoya Castle."
"At that time, I saw Mr. Samura."
Zuo Cun blinked.
"That battle really made me understand."
"What is a knife? Why did I fail to forge high-quality famous swords several times?"
"It can be said that if it weren't for the battle between Mr. Samura and the other one, I wouldn't have been able to forge..." He took the nameless knife in his hand and slashed it towards his table.
It didn't make much noise, and the knife passed across the table like it was cutting tofu.
Then, the table split in half and fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Such a knife!"
Samura and Ryoma looked at the table that had been split into two parts and lying on the ground, with surprise in their eyes.
The quality of this knife was absolutely excellent, but neither of them expected it to be as sharp as this.
Shui Xinzi sat back in his seat for the first time and sighed.
"Presumably, I will never be able to hold a forging hammer again. This sword will be my last work in this life."
He sat and thought.
"Mr. Zuocun came to ask for a knife, right?" Shui Xinzi looked at Zuocun for the first time and asked.
Zuo Cun made no other moves, just sat upright and nodded: "That's what I thought, but sir, since your body can no longer swing the hammer, I naturally won't force you."
Shui Xinzi showed a smile.
"Please come with me." He had regained a little strength, stood up, picked up the knife, and led the way.
Zuo Cun was a little confused.
Ryoma smiled and nudged Zuomura with his elbow: "Go quickly."
Zuo Cun thought for a moment, nodded, stood up and followed Shui Xinzi Shoji.
The two returned to the forge, and Shui Xinzi picked up a small hammer and a small iron awl for the first time.
After tapping the knife handle gently for a while, Shui Xinzi raised his head and asked.
"This sword was inspired by Mr. Zuomura's battle. How about you name it, Mr. Zuomura?" He seemed to have become the strong swordsmith again, asking Xiang Zuo without looking back.
He looked at his white Wu uniform and thought of another person.
That person had white flesh-colored hair.
"Just call..."
The day I met her was the real beginning of my life.
His swordsmanship is as agile as a crane, and his elegant and cool style.
"He He, let's go to Bai He He."
"Ho, do you mean the feathers of the crane? They are indeed very suitable for Mr. Zuomura's swordsmanship." Shui Xinzi grinned and started tapping with the hammer again.
After a while, Shui Xinzi Zhengci handed the engraved knife to Zuocun.
Using the sunlight, Zuo Cun read the small characters on the handle of the knife.
"The knife was completed on May 17, the second year of Anzheng, and the third generation of Shui Xinzi presented it to Zuocun."