At night, the man is by the river, wielding a katana with a blade shining like moonlight, and the handle of the knife is black and red.

The man swung the knife intently, forgetting the time and environment, and indulging in the world where there was only him and the knife.

He also forgot that there was a young girl in a high school uniform sitting at the root of a tree on one side, looking at everything in front of him with interest.

The reflection on the katana seemed to her to be the most beautiful light in the world.

A set of knife techniques has ended.

The man rotated his wrist and brandished his katana, his thumb resting on the back of the knife.

The katana was returned to its scabbard.

Extremely handsome action.

The man held his head high and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a very sacred deed.

The man walked back to shore.

"Senpai, is it a samurai?"

At sunset, men and girls walk side by side.

"Yes. ”

"My name is Caiqi, and my predecessors shouldn't know it yet. ”

"Hmm. ”

"The sword dance of the predecessors is so beautiful, I think you can only be a samurai if you wield a sword so beautifully. ”

The man shook his head.

"To be a samurai, the most important thing is bushido. ”

"Bushido, what is it?"

"Bushido is based on spiritual beliefs such as righteousness, bravery, benevolence, courtesy, sincerity, honor, loyalty, and self-denial. It is only through the fulfillment of these virtues that a samurai will be able to maintain his honor, sacrificing himself for collective values. As the man spoke, there seemed to be a light in his eyes, incomparably serious, incomparably pure.

Caiqi looked at his eyes and was intoxicated by the light.

For him, bushido and the sword are two of the most important things in the world.

In the melodious orchestral instrument, the man marries the cabbage.

Nanako's black hair is delicately groomed.

A pale pink flower was pinned to his head.

The man stood not far away, dressed in a neat and formal kimono, with the black and red katana pinned to his waist.

The crowd talked about why he had to carry a knife at such a time.

Only the vegetable is understood.

His obsession with the sword, his samurai identity.

Without a katana at his waist, he looked like he was naked.

The man with the knife slowly walked over to the vegetable and took her hand.

Slowly approaching her lips.

Men are good at using knives, and they pay attention to precision, speed and strength.

This is not the case with kissing.

The man awkwardly kissed Naka's lips.

His hand, it took half a lifetime to learn how to hold a knife, and for the first time he held a woman's hand.

The two of them entered the cave room.

A room for two people.

The man finally removed the knife.

Holding Caiqi's slender waist, he collapsed on the soft big bed.

At this moment, Natsu gave everything she had to the man.

The first night was very awkward, both of them were very clumsy, groping, and shy.

On this night, both of them also understood that the two were each other's first affection and the destination of their lives.

Long.

Nakatsuka was drenched in sweat and pillowed on the man's sturdy and naked chest.

"Do you think we'll be happy?" asked Caiji, in a tone like a girl who fantasizes about love.

"After tonight, there will be three things in my next life: swordsmanship, bushido, and Aisai-san.

"I started practicing swords at the age of five and started learning bushido, and I quickly became one of the strongest samurai, so I was confident that I could do that third thing well. ”

When the man spoke, he didn't look at the cabbage, just stared at the ceiling, as if he was swearing.

The vegetable on the side also hugged the man tightly.

The next morning.

The vegetable tree touched the quilt on the side, still with the temperature, but the person was gone.

Nanako sat up slowly and looked out the window.

The man was wielding a katana in the garden.

Sunlight is refracted on the blade.

Glows with a dazzling but warm light.

Cai Qi looked at the light as if she was intoxicated.

A few years later.

The man stood in front of Conway Nobunaga.

"The legendary ghost Shura!hahahaha! Come, look at your colleagues. Kang Wei introduced: "This is the white samurai Yukawa, and this is his apprentice Inoue. ”

Yukawa and Inoue saluted the man in front of them.

"All three of you are samurai hired by me, and you will be responsible for serving me in the future. ”

"Yes. ”

Three samurai saluted at the same time.

"Lord Oni Shura and Lord White Samurai are responsible for delivering goods for me, and Inoue is responsible for protecting me, do you know?"

And so many months passed.

At night, the man and Yukawa sit in the back of the van.

"The legendary ghost Shura is rumored to be able to kill even the god of death, is it true?" asked Yukawa.

The man did not speak.

"I don't know if I can kill the Grim Reaper, but you, I'm really looking forward to fighting you. ”

"We're all samurai loyal to the same master, and we may not have a chance to fight. ”

"We'll always have a chance to fight!" Yukawa bowed down, "Maybe the samurai group should know who is the strongest, the white samurai or the ghost Shura." ”

Yukawa leaned close to the man.

The man impatiently pushed him away.

Yukawa slammed into the box on the side.

There was a cry from inside the box.

"What?" the man approached the box curiously.

In the Conway Building, Conway sat at his desk, and Inoue stood next to him.

The man pushed a little girl into his office.

"This is your cargo?" said the man in an airy voice.

"Not what you think. Conway said, "It's just pure scientific research. ”

"Pure scientific research? How old are they?"

"As a samurai, you need to obey your master. ”

"As a samurai, I also have my own bottom line. The man said.

"Really?"

"I can't work for you anymore. The man said this, his black hair covering his eyes.

"Inoue. Conway said simply.

Inoue pulls out his katana and hands it to Conway.

"I'm sorry, you saw everything. Conway said to the girl.

With that, he raised his katana and stabbed the girl in the head.

The man drew his katana in an instant.

When Yukawa saw the situation, he would also draw his knife and block in front of him.

"Zheng Zheng!"

Two knives.

With only two knives, the man had already knocked the knife off Yukawa's hand.

Yukawa looked at his empty hands.

The expression is solemn.

Before Convy's knife could be stabbed, he was defeated.

Yukawa wanted to be deflated, and sat down on the ground for a long time.

With a wave of the knife.

Blood flies.

Conway's hand gripping the knife had been severed.

The man's katana spun around in the air and returned to the scabbard.

The man took the girl by the hand and walked out.

Soon after.

The man went to the office of the head of the samurai regiment to report.

"I attacked my master, and I should be relieved of my samurai duties. The man said.

"You've been forgiven. ”

"What?"

"Just one hand, it's not a trivial matter for Conway. Go to work with him tomorrow. ”

"I refuse. ”

"What?" the regimental commander looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

"He did something that was against his conscience. ”

"It is the duty of a samurai to be loyal to his master, regardless of his bad conscience. ”

"This is contrary to Bushido, which is based on spiritual beliefs in virtues such as righteousness, bravery, benevolence, courtesy, sincerity, honor, loyalty, and self-denial, and without these virtues, the samurai loses his honor. ”

"Are you still in the Warring States?" The head of the regiment stood up: "The bushido you said has long ceased to exist, now is the new era, samurai are commodities, rich people buy our services, everything is business, serve customers, make a lot of money, this is the new bushido, don't be so stubborn!"

The head of the regiment patted the man's arm: "Let's go." ”

The man stood there and froze for a long time.

"Bushido....... Is it already dead?" the man muttered under his breath.

"What are you talking about?"

"Bushido is dead, so I don't have to be a samurai anymore. ”

The man unloaded the black and red katana and placed it on the regimental commander's table.

"There is no bushido in the world, and samurai are just mediocre people with swords. The man said.

"Are you sure?" asked the Captain, "if you continue like this, no one will hire you! without a master! You will become a ronin, the lowest of the ronin, you know." ”

"I know. ”

The man said.

At that moment, Oni Shura lost Bushido, lost the ability to draw a katana, and lost the two most important things in life.