For a few days, Hanzo went to ask his neighbors in the morning if there was any progress, and all he got was to ask him to wait a little longer, and he had already asked someone to ask.

Hanzo, who couldn't get the results, finally made up his mind to do it himself and have enough food and clothing.

As a result, people gradually noticed that small pieces of paper had been pasted on nearby telephone poles at some point.

It reads:

I am looking for a martial arts instructor with no age limit; Job content: Responsible for martial arts teaching; Qualifications must be retired samurai with combat experience; Accommodation and food, preferential treatment, salary negotiable.

The contact address is Room XX, No. XX, XX Road.

Because of the address, Hanzo's neighbors soon found out that this person with no quality was their neighbor, the Hanzo who had just returned.

One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and finally the matter reached the ears of the neighbor who helped Hanzo find someone, and he felt ashamed of Hanzo's behavior, and he hurried to find Hanzo, hoping that Hanzo would remove this thing.

Early in the morning, it was another sunny day.

"Knock knock!"

Hearing a knock on the door, Hanzo, who was having breakfast, immediately put down his chopsticks and went to open the door.

When he opened the door, he was overjoyed to see Hanzo, thinking that he had brought good news and had finally found a retired samurai.

Because in the past, it was Hanzo who asked him every time, not him who came to tell Hanzo that there was no result today.

Hanzo quickly chewed the food in his mouth a few times, and then forcibly swallowed it.

Seeing Hanzo's hard swallowing look, the neighbor forgot to explain the reason for a while.

Able to speak normally, Hanzo smiled, "Don't stand outside, Watanabe, come in, I'm still eating breakfast here, have you eaten, if not, let's eat together." ”

Without waiting for the other party to refuse, Hanzo pulled the other person in.

Frightened by Hanzo's enthusiasm, Watanabe didn't know what to say, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Hanzo pull himself into his room and close the door.

"No, no, I've had breakfast, thank you, Hanzo."

Recovering from his stunned state, Watanabe waved his hands like a windshield wiper and refused again and again, for fear that Hanzo would stuff food into his mouth.

"Really?"

"Not really."

Seeing that the other party really didn't have this idea, Hanzo didn't force it, and quickly asked about what he cared about.

"Well, Watanabe, did you come to me for something? Is there news about that? ”

Seeing Hanzo's hopeful eyes, Watanabe finally understood why Hanzo was so enthusiastic and eager, so he clarified: "No, Hanzo you misunderstood, I came to you because of something else." ”

Hearing Watanabe's denial, Hanzo was depressed and a little disappointed.

Although he was in a bad mood, Hanzo didn't do anything rude, and asked Watanabe, an enthusiastic neighbor.

"I'm sorry, I was a little excited."

"No, it doesn't matter. You care too much about this, and I actually need a little bit of time here, just a little bit of an eyebrow. ”

"Then Watanabe, what are you looking for me for?"

"Yes......" Watanabe hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind to say it: "Hanzo, those small pieces of paper outside are those small pieces of paper that you stuck on the telephone poles!" ”

"yes, what's wrong?" Hanzo knew in his heart that he didn't have any quality in what he did, and posting small advertisements in his previous life would also hinder the city's appearance, but he still pretended to be ignorant.

Looking at Hanzo's ignorance, Watanabe felt that he might have misunderstood Hanzo, thinking that Hanzo had been outside for a long time and had forgotten civilized etiquette.

So, Watanabe patiently explained to Hanzo, who was pretending to be confused, what was wrong with this.

Time passed minute by minute, Hanzo finally regretted his pretending to be stupid, Watanabe, in order to prevent Hanzo from making these mistakes in the future, enthusiastically talked about all aspects of civilized etiquette in life from beginning to end.

"Yes, I know, I remember them all." Every time Watanabe said a paragraph, Hanzo kept nodding.

It was getting darker, and there was no sunlight outside, and it was getting darker and darker in the room.

Hanzo finally couldn't help it, "Watanabe, haven't you finished talking yet?" ”

"There's one last little bit left."

After a few more moments, Hanzo felt that he was finally liberated.

Hanzo felt that he had done something wrong, and that he shouldn't have stayed at Watanabe to eat at noon, so that he would be hungry and would definitely end his destruction at noon, and he wouldn't be as verbose as he is now.

After sending Watanabe away, Hanzo breathed a sigh of relief, solved his eating problem, and lay down on the bed to rest.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, a knock on the door woke Hanzo up.

"Who? Come on, come on, don't knock. ”

Hanzo was snorting, and he looked so good in his pajamas that he didn't know what to say, and he just said "Hello, I am", and then he got stuck there.

"May I ask you are ......" Hanzo patted his face to sober himself up, and then asked the other party's identity.

"Oh! Hello, I'm Taro Ishihara, is it Fujiwara Hanzo? ”

"I just, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm here to apply." The visitor bowed and replied.

"Then please wait a minute." Hanzo didn't bother to close the door, and rushed into the house to change into formal clothes.

"Please come in, please come in." Hanzo, who had changed his clothes, immediately welcomed the person in and poured tea.

Looking at the other party's young appearance, Hanzo suddenly felt a little reckless, how could the other party be a retired samurai when he was so young.

So, Hanzo asked tentatively, "Are you a retired samurai?" ”

"Yes." The man named Taro Ishihara said with a smile.

"Why did you retire at such a young age? Wouldn't it be nice to be a samurai? ”

"Because ......"

After a while, he saw that the other party's words did not match the words, and there were more and more loopholes, and Hanzo confirmed that the other party was a liar.

Hanzo went up with two punches and turned the other party into panda eyes.

I didn't expect Hanzo to be so powerful, this liar immediately begged for mercy, confessed everything, and was thrown out by Hanzo.

"Phew, waste my tea."

With a "bang", Hanzo closed the door.

Originally, Hanzo thought it was because of the different cultivation methods, although this guy was strong and didn't have the aura of a strong man, he didn't doubt it.

I didn't expect it to be just a person who doesn't know anything but a body of tendon meat.

Perhaps Hanzo's small advertisement has undergone a period of fermentation, and on this day Hanzo ushered in several waves of applicants.

There were one or two who weren't liars, but not a single samurai.

"Knock knock!"

"Who?" A busy day yielded nothing, and Hanzang's tone was not friendly.

Opening the door, a one-armed old man stood quietly in the doorway.

At the first glance of the other party, Hanzo understood that this was the person he was looking for.

Although Hanzo's feeling is that the opponent's strength is not strong, Hanzo feels his murderous aura, but it is only a little weak.

"Please come in."

Welcoming the old man in, after some conversation, Hanzo confirmed the identity of the other party.

Then after listening to the other party's request, Hanzo also said his thoughts, hoping to teach himself the cultivation of a samurai, even if it is a basic thing.

It's just that I didn't expect the other party to flatly refuse.

There was no way, and the other party's eyes met, and Hanzo launched an illusion.