"Who are these two, why haven't I seen them?" Looking at the backs of those people, I couldn't help but feel a little strange, I didn't remember that Xian Limaru would have such a friend. You don't have to wonder that this era is different from the information age more than 400 years later, and all the acquaintances of minor children are arranged by their parents.

The two of them were also sitting and standing, and it seemed that the sitting one was also dominant, and at the moment he was talking cordially with Senkomaru there.

The man who was seated was dressed in black, and covered with a simple coarse cloth feather, although it was already early autumn, the weather was still very hot, and he was not afraid of the heat when he wore it, and it seemed that he had walked a long way. Although I can't see the height of my body clearly when I sit, I don't seem to be a minor from my thin body. He had a knife hanging from his waist, which was not ornate but could be seen to be an antiquity.

In addition, there is a strange place, he wears a soft-brimmed straw hat on his head, which covers most of his face. This straw hat was actually very common and was a common attire for samurai travelers (so much so that it later developed into a samurai-style steel helmet in the Edo period). But now I'm watching a performance in the theater, and it's a little weird to wear it again.

Behind him stood a big man, with a thin waist and a fan-faced figure, and occasionally when I turned his head sideways, I saw that he was still slightly bearded. But in fact, he is not very old, seventeen or eighteen is the sky!

He had a seven-foot gun in his arms, and I recognized it as a gun despite the sleeve on his head. Judging from the position and posture he was standing, he should be the bodyguard of the "straw hat man" who was sitting.

"Lord, am I going to invite the young master here?" Seeing me looking at the people around Senkomaru incessantly, Sakurai Sakichi wondered if I had any suspicions.

"No!" I shook my head and stopped him. It's not a big deal, and I don't want to be a father who interferes in everything. "You go out and ask the people who are secretly following: who these two are, and how did they meet!" Not interfering is not the same as not paying attention, after all, I am still a father.

"Yes!" He said yes and opened the bamboo curtain and walked out, leaning against the wall without attracting the attention of others.

There weren't many people sitting in the room, but it was slowly but continuously increasing, probably until the more depressed afternoon. Two short and ridiculous men on the stage are performing a crosstalk-like burlesque, and the drama of the content of the show can't keep up with their looks. The audience was obviously not interested in this level of performance, and the audience in Kyoto was still very cultured after all.

"Lord, ask clearly!" It didn't take long for Sakurai Sakichi to walk back, and there was nothing suspicious on his face. "Those two men met the young master half an hour ago, but they talked very speculatively. After that, I came here directly, and it seems that I was just looking for a convenient place to talk! ”

"That's fine, don't bother them!" I thought about it for a while and felt that it wasn't enough, so I asked him to tell the hidden guards and ninjas to pay attention to hiding and not to reveal their identities at will.

After that, I continued to pay attention to the situation ahead, and there was nothing special. Senkomaru and the "straw hat man" are the main characters of the conversation, and Goto Matabei will occasionally interject, while Akashi Junden and the guard with the gun stand there without saying a word.

I became more and more interested in this mysterious guest, and I guessed from the appearance that he must have been of great learning. It's not that I want to boast about my son, but as far as I know, Senkomaru doesn't have much to talk about the topic of the people in the market, and this is still the past two years under the main gate of Nagano Ye, and if I put it in the past, I really wouldn't have asked something like "don't eat minced meat". But every sentence is a book stuff that inevitably tiresome, especially a wild samurai who keeps running around for a living, so are they wild samurai?

Gradually, the number of people has increased, and it has reached a 40% attendance rate. At this time, more than a dozen giggling teenagers walked in from outside, and as soon as they came in, they caused a noise that was even more lively than on the stage. They ranged from twelve, thirteen to fourteen, and they were dressed fanciously and wore swords, but I could tell at a glance that these were not wild samurai, but also some "cadres and children" who did not worry about food and clothing, and their ruddy faces and extremely boring mood showed this, and they were just looking for an opportunity to vent their excess energy.

Most of the people here are from the urban commoner class, and they dare not have any dissatisfaction with these people. They didn't realize it, and as soon as they came up, they occupied the first two tables, right next to Senkomaru and them. While calling out to the tea shop guys, these boys kept pointing fingers and doing everything they could to interfere with the performance. Probably because he wasn't interested in the show either, Senkomaru and his friends took one look at them and then went back to talking about themselves.

A few of the attendants around me became nervous again, and observed my face with trepidation. But I was afraid that I would surprise them again, and instead of being angry, I showed a little excitement.

"What an enviable time!" I secretly sighed in my heart. I think that a few of my friends and I did a lot of things like this, such as suddenly making a terrible whistle in a dark movie theater, or using a strong flashlight to interfere with the projection, in the slight commotion, we not only did not feel disgusted, but had a sense of self-satisfaction.

The two burlesque actors finally retired from the stage, and the new one was a young girl, although it was not a sinking fish and a goose, but she did have a seven-or eight-point appearance. The main thing is that she is only twelve or thirteen years old, with a strong sense of youth. She is performing a kind of kabuki in the market polls, and she obviously has little stage experience, so she can't help but be a little nervous when she sees the situation in the field, and her mouth is a little inaccurate.

Seeing this, the group of teenagers coaxed even more, and the shy appearance of the little singer made them more and more excited. Such a big kid may be like this, but we didn't dare back then, or it didn't develop to this point, I can't help but say that my social security at that time was still better, and the proletarian **** iron fist was still formidable. Maybe they don't necessarily want to be, it's just that the male hormone secretion is not very controlled in the early days.

The little singer became more and more nervous, beads of sweat crackled down her sideburns, her tongue seemed to be shortened, and the intensity of the trills in her tone gradually increased, a little like the smell of pulling iron sheets in a bucket. But in the end, I insisted on finishing a section, but fortunately there were no obvious mistakes.

"One more time!" Just as the little singer was relieved and ready to go down, a "bad boy" put his hands together and shouted at him. His proposal was unanimously responded to by his accomplices, and the confusion continued to grow.

The people who run this kind of business are usually very adaptable, and the boss who took me in immediately ran up to the stage to communicate with the troupe owner, and the result was to ignore the pitiful eyes of the little singer and let her perform again.

I have to admire the nerves of that little singer, she is obviously already frightened, she actually persevered to finish the third game, I'm afraid this is her limit. After the third scene, the group owner had to come out in person to apologize, and all the tunes that the famous little singer would know had been performed!

The next show is juggling, in which a short man stands on a wooden plank on a rolling jar with a large bowl full of water on top of his head. The show obviously didn't interest the kids, but this time it was strangely not coaxing, but muttering something below.

Senrymaru and his "friends" had already glared at the group several times, obviously extremely dissatisfied with this "playful" behavior, although they were also lacking interest in the show, but instinctively despised this little ruffian's behavior. But I realized another point: the reaction of the "straw hat man" seems to be similar to that of Senkomaru, so their education and environment should be similar?

"Smack!"

"Goo!"

"Ugh!"

Sure enough, the boys had another bad idea and threw an empty teacup onto the stage. The rolling jar deflected when it touched the teacup, and the actor on top of the bowl fell down with a grunt. Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the makers of this prank all laughed out loud.

Coincidentally, the bowl full of water flew up and landed right in front of the table of Xian Limaru, and the water that collapsed after breaking spilled onto the body of the "straw hat man", which was not very serious, but only wet the hem of the placket.

"Presumptuous!" The first to erupt was the guard with the gun, whose round eyes were probably filled with righteous indignation. In this era, the concept of "the lord humiliates the subordinate to die" among the lower-ranking samurai is still quite serious, so this deepens my judgment of their respective identities. "Apologize quickly, or be ready to die!" He pointed the tip of his gun in his voice, with a thick foreign accent.

Seeing the other party pointing their weapons at them, those boys visibly froze for a few seconds, and later they may realize their samurai status and also wear swords, and then they regain their arrogance. "Where did you come from, this Kyoto is also a place where you can go wild!" Probably ashamed of his momentary vacillation, the bad boy led by one roared sharply.

"What about outsiders, the martial arts of foreign warriors are not comparable to you 'embroidered pillows'!" Of the five people here, Akashi is the youngest, but his temper is the number one. His strong Western accent has not changed to this day, and he is always proud of it.

"Westerners...... The Maori spy ......" the other party began to whisper and chatter.

"Oda's army has already entered the western country, it's ridiculous that you still have this knowledge!" Goto Matabei said loudly in a pure Kyoto accent, and the righteous words were indisputable. Since I moved away from Tango a few years ago, it is difficult for ordinary people to associate it with it, so this hint of "monkey" is quite obvious.

"What about the Yuchai family, are we still afraid that you won't succeed!" The leader of the other party called out sharply, but did not report his birth name. Several people around him also pressed their hands on the hilt of their knives, and the muscles on their faces tensed.

"Don't move!" I stopped the attempts of a few people around me to help my fist, and whispered, "Order the accompanying guards to quietly withdraw, and let the ninja pay careful attention to avoid accidents!" "I know it's not going to be a big deal, just look at the resilience of these little guys.