When the old monk and Mori Nakano met, the system of one country and one village had just been established, and the terrifying power displayed by the ninjas, especially Senju Tsuruma and Madara Uchiha, made the situation of the samurai more and more awkward. The old monk traveled around the world in search of a way for the samurai to survive.

It was the day he said goodbye to the general of the land country, and he held the tea in his hand as usual, and looked at the exquisite pattern on the cup with an admiring look, and suddenly asked, "How many more?" ”

"What?" The general's calm tone showed a hint of surprise in disapproval.

Ah, here it is, this kind of posture that doesn't matter to oneself, all the expressions are disguises of routine, the old monk sighed in his heart.

"How many more shadow warriors like you are there?"

The other party's expression was unnatural for a moment, and his eyes trembled uneasily like the yolk of an eggshell that had been cracked," said the Zen master. ”

"Your face is a little pale, haven't you rested well lately?" The old monk changed the subject.

The general was obviously a little more relaxed, as if he was relieved, "After all, there is turmoil everywhere, and the establishment of a new order is not so easy. ”

"A lot of people are uneasy because of this," the old monk sighed lightly, "and that's why I travel around,"

There was a glint of hope in the general's eyes, and his body leaned forward slightly, "I don't know if the Zen master has a way?" ”

The old monk smiled and said nothing, and waved his hand to splash the tea in the cup clean.

"Zen master is saying that there is a gift to gain, only by completely discarding the original dross, when the judgment is broken, can we usher in a new life?" The general seems to have understood.

The old monk was very embarrassed, "I mean that if you don't have a good rest, you drink less tea, it's not good for sleep." ”

“…… Thanks for the advice. The general's gaze dimmed for a moment, and was obscured by his lowered eyelids, "I heard that the Zen master is leaving today, so I can't send him off." ”

The old monk stood up, folded his hands, picked up the tin staff and left, but stopped when he went out.

"I can see that you are confused, many samurai are also confused, can a samurai who has lost his master still be called a samurai? Many people are scared by this, but ...... The so-called samurai, as long as they can still hold the sword in their hands, what is there to fear? ”

On the night of the old monk's departure, the general summoned the real general, who took off his disguise and revealed a delicate face.

"Nonakamori, good job." The general already knew the identity of the old monk, how could he approach a swordsman with his true body.

"Where the duty lies."

"You've been with me for ten years and eight months, haven't you?"

(Also zero seven days.) Nonaka Mori mentally added, "Yes. ”

"I'm sorry for you, you can go now." The general said calmly, and someone brought up the short knife. "You can understand that, right?"

“…… Yes. "There is no one who needs a samurai anymore, let alone a dangerous shadow warrior, he can't answer the old monk's question, because there is no more, the shadow warriors around him, one after another, disappeared, and finally it was his turn.

This is the glory, the mercy of the Master.

I can't even fool myself if I repeat it in my heart.

Holding the short knife in a trembling hand, Nonakamori inexplicably remembered the old monk.

"The so-called samurai, as long as you hold the sword in your hand, there is nothing to fear!"

What is the dedication all along?

Is the hard-honed swordsmanship to become a shadow of others?

Wrong!

Morinakano felt better than ever, the memories tumbling in his mind trampled on his brain like iron hooves, and the black-armored knight named Past Events brandished an iron spear to pierce his reason, "A sword is a murder weapon, and swordsmanship is a killing technique, no matter what flowery rhetoric is used to cover it up, this is the truth after all." If you can hold the sword tightly, why bother looking for a person to whom you are loyal! ”

The knife in his hand is getting faster and faster, and Morinakano's body is gradually getting lighter, and what is replacing flesh and blood to enrich his body.

The old monk frowned, and the invisible thing that had been dutifully defending began to attack, and he seized the gap to attack Morinakano, and the fatal wounds were enough for Morinakano to die several times, but he was still alive.

Tsunade and the others could see it clearly, and the expression on the back of Morinakano's head became more and more crazy from the initial sadness, and his scarlet eyes pulled out red lines in the air with the swing of Morinakano's body, which was extremely fierce.

"The general is full of one hundred and thirty-two lives, don't you feel a little guilty!" The old monk's eyes widened angrily, the roar was like thunder, the old body stood upright like a pine, the straw sandals stepped on the ground like a giant mountain taking root, and the sword of crime and robbery opened and closed, whether it was a tangible thing or an invisible ghost, they were all killed with madness, "It was you who held the sword!" Or the sword is in control of you! ”

"What does it matter?" Morinakano smiled evilly, and slashed the opponent's chest when the old monk swung his sword, "As long as you live." ”

The sin breaker knife in his right hand fell behind him, and was clenched by his left hand like a poisonous dragon, piercing Mori Nakano's chest in one step, pressing down with both hands, and the blade completely split Mori Nakano's lower body, "Living is not an easy thing that can be done by giving up yourself, you are just reluctant." ”

The knife that had not yet touched the old monk fell in the hands of Mori Nakano, and his crazy eyes regained their clarity, containing a bottomless sadness, "Carrying a knife, worthy of being a master of swordsmanship." That kind of thing, I know, and I've tried it...... I got married, we lived together, slept together, woke up together, but she finally left me...... It's still too difficult to live like this......"

"Alas," the old monk sighed lightly, "a woman is a tiger, and the master of the poor monk has repeatedly admonished ......"

Before the old monk finished speaking, a bun slapped on his bald head from the side, and the old monk turned his head just in time to see Qianshu throw out the second one, and muttered in his mouth, "I'm sorry, my hand slipped." ”

Feeling unconvincing, he reiterated, "Really. ”

A pure face.