Nagasaka Tadashi continued to walk, but his heart became less and less solid. This dark and winding alley does not look like a duel at all, but it is more convincing to say that it is the place where the murder took place.

"Even if he really wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have used such a method at all, maybe he really didn't arrive, right?" Looking at the back in front of him, Nagasaka Tadashi said this to himself in his heart, and the reason seemed to be quite sufficient. However, walking in such an environment in such an atmosphere, unless people with strong psychological quality will be a little uneasy, and he doesn't seem to be among this kind of people.

At this time, Nara in Japan can also be regarded as a metropolis, although it is not as prosperous as Sakai Town and Ishiyama, but it is better than the ancient and profound cultural heritage. But even so, the concept of "street lamp" is ahead of its time after all, let alone in such a remote alley.

It's around 1 to 2 a.m., and even if you walk a street or two, you may not come across a house that shines through the light. The narrower streets made the houses more shaded, and the moonlight, which was not very abundant, was more obscured, and there were ghosts in all corners of it.

"Maybe it's a good opportunity for me!" A thought suddenly popped into his mind, and Nagasaka Tadashi touched the hilt of the knife with his hand, and his eyes were firmly locked on the figure in front of him.

In a normal state, he is definitely not this person's opponent, he knows this very well, so in such a dark alley, it is a sneak attack from behind, and the grasp will naturally be much greater. Is it 100 percent? It still doesn't seem to be so sure.

"Either way, this is a chance, a chance not to die!" If you can not die, then no one wants to die by yourself, and Nagasaka Tadashi is naturally no exception.

The back in front of me is still walking forward unhurriedly, and even now it has been about 10 minutes, and I haven't looked back once. The straw sandals of the wild samurai and the clogs of Tadashi Nagasaka walk along the old stone path, making two different sounds, light and heavy, forming a simple melody.

Looking at that back, Nagasaka Tadashi suddenly felt that he was very despicable, and the wild samurai had always been upright even though he was his own enemy. Not only did he not carry out a sneak attack on himself, but he did not even take advantage of his lack of calmness to kill the killer.

"I am a samurai, even if I can't live to have the glory of a samurai, then at least I have to die with the dignity of a samurai!" Nagasaka Tadashi's hand was quietly removed from the hilt of the sword, and he looked around weakly, as if a pair of eyes had discovered his filth in the darkness.

"It's here!" The wild samurai in front of him suddenly stopped and reminded him.

"Oh?" Nagasaka Tadashi was flustered and didn't stop his feet, and almost hit the back of the person in front of him.

This is a meeting place between two alleys. I don't know if there is an intention to sink a courtyard into a piece, this small "humility" makes this place form a small empty field.

It's just that this empty field is a little too "pocket-sized", the length and width are only more than two feet, no matter how you can't stretch your fists and feet, it's not as good as the street corner just now!

"Here?" Nagasaka Tadashi was a little stupid.

The wild samurai still didn't turn around, but walked over to a door and knocked lightly twice. "Smack, smack." The wooden door made two hollow and fragile sounds. It may be that the people inside have already fallen asleep, and there has been no response for a long time.

The wild samurai slapped twice more, and before Nagasaka Tadashi couldn't help but ask again, someone inside had already spoken out to answer. "Coming, coming......" A door to the left of the echo was opened, and a teenager poked his head out. Come in, I thought you weren't coming back tonight!" The boy apparently knew the wild samurai. After seeing that it was him, he moved out of the way of the body that was half-blocked in front of the door.

"I'm so sorry. Met a friend on the street!" The wild samurai casually squeezed with one hand and grinned as he squeezed through the not-so-wide half-door.

"That'...... Please come in, too!" It wasn't until he got out of the way of the boy that he found that there was another person behind him, and he was stunned for a moment and habitually invited.

Nagasaka was still a little hesitant. I don't understand what the situation is now, it is obviously a very serious life-and-death duel, why I don't understand why I came to such a low-level inn-like place. But since you're already here, you can't just stand here stupidly, at least you have to figure it out.

When he stepped into the threshold, he subconsciously looked up, and sure enough, he saw a plaque that had become obscure due to age, on which were crookedly written "Hetianya" three fat land official scripts. It seems that this is a low-level inn, and the young man standing next to him with his head bowed should be the guy, and most likely the only one.

Inside is a large hall, but there is only a brazier that is not very hopeful, and it is possible that both of these points are taken by the boss to save costs. This is not the time of year for people to come and go. Moreover, pilgrims generally live in monasteries.

Nagasaka noticed a man lying in the corner, covered with a quilt and in the shadows, and he turned over and fell asleep again. I touched it four more times, and it seemed that it was the only guest here except for the wild samurai.

"The boss has gone to sleep, so if you don't need anything, rest early!" The young man respectfully followed behind the wild samurai land and asked for instructions, but the actual meaning was "please don't make any more trouble", and he probably secretly rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned.

"Don't sleep at this time, it just so happens that I rarely have a friend to come over!" The wild warrior didn't seem to understand the man's drowsy mood at all, so he walked to the brazier and found a bright place to sit down. Pull out the scabbard and place it on the floor beside you. "Go hot up some wine and get some side dishes, we're going to have a good chat!"

"This ......" the guy seemed very reluctant, and he had to think of some reason to shirk it. But he suddenly saw the formal samurai dress on Nagasaka Tadasho's body, and his body trembled instinctively. "Please come later, right away!" With that, he ran down a narrow corridor behind him, probably to the kitchen.

"Sit down!" The wild warrior pulled a low table in front of him and gestured to the opposite position.

At this time, Nagasaka Tadashi had no choice but to sit down first, but he couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What do you mean by this, do you want to wait until the morning to find a place to duel?"

"Duel? Is this necessary?" The wild samurai looked very surprised, and stared at Nagasaka Tadashi in surprise and asked. "I haven't seen you before, and you haven't seen me, and I can't think of any reason why we should meet each other. Even as a samurai, there is no need to fight each other as soon as they meet, after all, even if you want to die, there has to be some meaning!"

"Aren't you an enemy of the Tokugawa family?" Nagasaka's confusion has risen to the top, if he is not himself, what is the need to be here?

"Enemy?...... Not really!" The wild samurai really tilted his head and thought carefully, as if he was remembering something. "I had some dealings with the Tokugawa family back then, but it didn't seem like there was much to talk about. By the way, I've also seen Honda Tadakatsu back then, and he's a great samurai!"

"Then you asked me to come here......" Nagasaka Tadashi finally couldn't help but ask directly.

"Don't worry! The Tokugawa family and I don't have much friendship, but we have common enemies. Then he said with a bit of ridicule: "Even if I really hate the Tokugawa family, then I will go directly to Tokugawa Ieyasu!"

Nagasaka Tadashi wanted to ask again, but at this time, the young man turned out from behind, and he had to suppress the doubts in his stomach and stop his mouth first. The young man came over, placed a few small dishes on the tray on the small table, and then hurriedly retreated and disappeared.

Two coarse porcelain wine bottles were placed in a small basin of hot water, and two side dishes were boiled broad beans in salted water and pickled dried radish, and the only meat dish was served in a large bowl—tofu soup sprinkled with some shrimp skin, which must have been hot again from last night.

Such a dish should be the food of those peddlers' pawns, and it was a bit undignified to put it in front of the samurai, but the wild samurai seemed to be unimpressed, and put a broad bean in his mouth and chewed it carefully, as if he was enjoying it very much. "If you don't like it, then please have a drink together!" He took a warm pot of wine from the basin and poured it into the glasses of the two men, some of which were stuck on his sleeves.

"I just want to know what your purpose is in doing all this, or let it be clear!" Nagasaka's hand didn't touch the cup, and he was pretty sure that the wild samurai must have had a special purpose in leading him here.

"'Plain'? That's a good point!" The wild samurai burst out laughing, but quickly realized that it was the dead of night and lowered his voice. "Everything needs to be explained 'clearly', it's really simple. But if this was the case, how could Nobunaga die back then? Why did His Highness Yuchai, who was already in the hands of the world, fall? How did you Tokugawa family send people to the desolate Tohoku like dogs?"

"You bastard!" Nagasaka Tadashi drew his sword in anger, he absolutely could not allow someone to insult the Tokugawa family like this. This is the glory forged by the blood of countless Tokugawa samurai, including his own father, how can it be so slandered.

"Wait!" Faster than him, the wild samurai picked up the sword in his hand and handed it forward, the hilt already pressing down on his wrist. "If I say something wrong, you can point it out, and I'm willing to apologize. If I'm right, you might as well think for yourself, what have you done to change all this!"

Nagasaka Tadashi's hand did not let go of the hilt, but his mind gradually calmed down, and he could not help but admit that although this wild samurai said something unpleasant, it was absolutely irrefutable facts, and what was even more sad was that he had no way to deal with the situation of the Tokugawa family.

"Who the hell are you?" Nagasaka can't remember the first time he asked this question.

"If you're that curious, then I can tell you!" The wild samurai put down his sword and picked up the wine glass again, and said with a faint smile, "My name is ...... Kiyomasa Kato!"