He Benmo took advantage of his mother's sleep that night and secretly ran out, not that he didn't want to spend more time with his mother, but he really couldn't calm down in his heart.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see his father, his father was dead, but he couldn't do anything, it was not a coincidence that he came back, and how long would it be before he could wait until the news of his father's death.

Unfilial.

He just wanted to become a famous Japanese writer, but unconsciously, he didn't even do a good job of being a person.

Kawamoto sat cross-legged by the river, the night was pure, and with the help of this inky night, he found a place to escape.

Thinking quietly, now, what is he going to do is right.

Kondo did not explain his intention to delay today's unexpected "blessing", and he had to delay it for another night, and the people who accompanied him were resting at the place arranged by the villagers, and he was still pondering his own words tomorrow over and over again.

After all, it's not that people are reluctant to raise their swords to protect their families' land, but they are still confused and afraid of the uneasiness caused by swords.

If you raise your sword, you will have a chance to die.

Maybe the next person to die in the fight with the thieves will be the one with the sword.

There are always people who think so.

No, that's what most people think.

After adapting to a society that is quite comfortable and can live not so badly as long as you go along with it, few people can accept the current turmoil.

Subconsciously, everyone still feels that there is not much difference between now and before, even if there is a thief attack, they can exchange their lives for food by handing over their food.

Eventually, Isamu Kondo gave up lobbying for villages that had not yet suffered the disaster, choosing instead this one that was already dying.

To put it cruelly, the gap between what has been experienced and what has not been experienced is like a chasm.

"People here, you can feel something."

Surrendering food can also cost lives, and the words compromise and stealing life are too weak in this day and age.

Isamu Kondo extinguished the oil lamp and lay down.

I hope that tomorrow will be a qiē shun lì, and he also sincerely longs for everyone's peace, because this is the reason why he holds the sword.

Slay down the villains in exchange for peace and prosperity.

To this end, he can do whatever it takes to devote his heart and soul to it.

Asakura Nanami sometimes has nightmares, and although this symptom has improved a lot recently, after the destruction of that so-called Taoyuan Village half a year ago, Nanami has not been able to sleep peacefully all night.

She always dreams of the black ship, of the head of the Asakura Hayato.

Today, maybe it was to see Kawamoto and his mother, Qishi woke up in a nightmare again, she was not afraid of the dark, she was really stuffy in the quilt and got up in a panic, opened the door with her hands and feet and walked out.

After getting used to the dull life of no electrical appliances, no network, and no entertainment that he likes, Qishi likes, uh, it can't be said that he likes it, Qishi just became willing to do two things, one is to learn the sword, in the short days of natural rational flow practice, she is more fulfilling than ever, and occasionally she will do some chivalrous dreams, holding a long sword to do chivalrous righteousness, the ideal that he never remembered again as an adult in his previous life, actually in this era, such a country has come out again.

The second thing,It's to look up at the night and look at the night sky.,This hobby is too literary.,Nanami is embarrassed to preach to others.,She's happy to show her love for swordsmanship when facing Okita Soji.,Interested.,But Nanami won't say that she likes stars.。

It's just that the night sky is so beautiful.

Qishi secretly likes the night of this century, and others are accustomed to it like the scenery.

It is undeniable that all people have things that can be enjoyed for free as long as they live without spending a penny, and this is the so-called gift, and the starry sky is like this.

The same goes for the love of family.

Qishi, who couldn't sleep, saw Kawamoto Mo who was in a daze by the river.

She is not very familiar with this man, and she can meet people who are not made by fate, but Qishi is not a child of the Ming world, and the combined age of her two lives is even two years older than Kawamoto Mo.

At this time, Qishi looked at Kawamotomo's back and had a kind of sympathy and understanding.

There are people in this world who are willing to love you selflessly, but this love that has always existed has suddenly disappeared, who can replace it?

It's obviously a gift, an accessory gift, but why did he feel so heartbroken after he disappeared?

Probably, it was the love that I gave that was also taken away.

It's a two-way street, and by chance, Nanami was able to follow the famous swordsman, and she had decided to live a good and unrestrained life in the world with her power as a response to this pain.

You, what will Kawamoto Mo think?

Dreams and realities.

The balance between this.

It's really hard to find.

Early the next morning, Kawamoto asked the village chief to prepare a little empty space for them. The village chief did not refuse the request of the life-saving benefactors, and soon vacated a piece of land, which was where the villagers used to store food, but now it is just a scorched land, and the finances and food omitted by the thieves can be taken back, but this simple fire is really helpless and sad.

The people of the natural flow of reason set up a simple platform here, and then tied their hands behind them, without saying a word, only Isamu Kondo stood in front of the stage, waiting for the villagers to gather more and more, and then he would announce his wish to accept the disciples here as he had done in other places the other day.

Qishi is the first audience, strictly speaking, she is a person who flies to the sky, although she herself doesn't understand what this genre is, but Qishi is not a disciple who can represent the natural flow of reason after all, she is just a passerby who witnesses a qiē.

changed out of the Taoist uniform, and changed into the clothes that the village girl wore when she was a child and was not willing to throw away.

With the seven realities as the source, people slowly gathered.

In the end, everyone in the village, young and old, came.

Isamu Kondo spoke.

"I, I hope someone will have the will to learn the sword of my natural rational flow."

Be concise and to the point.

"After what happened before, I wish someone could raise the sword on their own."

"The requirement of learning is nothing more than a full day's food, and nothing else."

He's done.

This man is not as rough as he looks, on the contrary, he is very careful, so he believes that people can understand what he means with just these few words, and any more words are in vain.

No one responded.

No one left, no one stood up, everyone looked at Isamu Kondo, but no one spoke.

This time, is it also a no-brainer?

"I want to learn!"

Finally someone broke the silence.

Qishi knew whose voice it was.

Kawabenmo walked out, raised his hand and said.

"I'll learn!!"

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