"Hattori Hanzo?"

"Who is that?"

The young warrior picked up the wine glass, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the crystal yellow wine in the glass, his eyes deliberate and leisurely. And at the same time as he raised his wine glass, the voices of the people at the next table continued to come to his ears.

"You don't know...... This guy called Hattori Hanzo suddenly appeared in this year, and then set off a bloody storm in the ninja world. It is said that as long as it is the mission he takes, there is no goal to be alive! So far, his mission completion rate is still 100 percent! ”

"Huh...... I'm afraid that all the killers are small people, aren't all killers like this - to increase their mission rate by accumulating low-difficulty task completion, so as to brag about ......"

"Didn't I say that? This killer has killed Shinobi...... Eh, I said, it is said that wherever Hattori Hanzo fought, it would be a mess, and the houses would collapse and look like an earthquake! ”

"It's not that ninjas are all shady characters who hide in the dark and throw daggers, this person named Hattori Hanzo is so open-minded......"

"Hmph, those are ordinary ninjas - I, I've been lucky enough to see two A-class ninjas fighting, that kind of power, waterfalls, landslides and tree cracks - it's really terrifying! That guy called Hattori Hanzo must also be an A-rank ninja......"

"Hey, no matter how powerful a ninja is, he doesn't think it's an opponent for Shogun Mifune! What ninjutsu, shuriken, in front of Mifune-sama's unique sword skills, will definitely be cut off! ”

"Mifune-sama...... Mifune-sama is of course the strongest! In addition to Mifune-sama, Okisuke-sama, Rikaku-sama, and the second largest general in the country, Wakada-sama, are definitely unique heroes among ninjas! It is precisely because of these adults that our Iron Country can gain a foothold in the world......"

"But if a samurai wants to fight a ninja, the limitations are too great...... If it were a head-on battle, the ninjas would definitely not be a match for our samurai - but when they hid and took advantage of the opportunity to assassinate, it would be difficult for us to win...... By the way, have you heard, recently, Wakata-sama's name seems to have been hung on the mission window of the underground exchange by some villains who hate him, and the reward is a full 10 million taels! ”

"Haha—what about ten million taels! Wakata-sama is the top swordsman in the country, second only to Mifune-sama! No matter what kind of killer it is, as long as he dares to assassinate him, he will definitely be crushed by Lord Wakata's heavy mountain-like blue rock! ”

"That's right! Hey, but ...... Speaking of killers, could it be that the man named Hattori Hanzo also came to our Iron Country and wanted to assassinate Wakata-sama! ”

"How could it be so coincidental?! There's no way he's just going to stay in this tavern?! Haha - even if that's the case, if this guy Hattori Hanzo dares to assassinate Wakata-sama, he will definitely die here! ”

"yes......"

"Yes!"

……

The laughter of the neighbors fell into his ears word for word, and the young samurai lowered his head, thoughtfully holding the wine glass, and slowly swallowed the sweet and refreshing wine into his mouth.

A few soft and sarcastic smiles appeared on his lips, as if he was self-deprecating and as if mocking.

"Tuk."

The glass rested gently on the table, and the solid bottom of the glass collided with the hardwood tabletop with a steady sound.

The young man got up suddenly, and with a slight buff of his right hand, left the table, and walked slowly behind the curtain. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the boss looked up and saw that it was a young samurai, and showed a flattering smile:

"Customer, do you need anything else?"

The young man shook his head, lifted the curtain, and smiled slightly:

"You've got pretty good stuff here."

With that, the young samurai lifted the curtain and walked into the snow outside without hesitation.

"Thanks for the compliment!"

The boss's voice of smug and joy sounded behind him, separated by a curtain, and only a slight sound remained.

With his right hand lightly propped up on the hilt of the sword at his waist, the young samurai in black stepped on the snow and marched towards the castle of the Iron Country in the white snow.

No one knew that in the robe of the handsome and calm young samurai, there was a bounty order hidden -

"Target: Shunji Wakada, Identity: General of the Iron Country."

"Reward: 10,000,000 taels."

The snow in the sky swirled gently, falling between the layers of snow on the ground behind the young samurai, adding a sense of slaughter to the world.

……

Night.

In a simple-looking mansion in the Land of Iron, a samurai in iron armor sat cross-legged in the courtyard, in front of a pond.

It's the depths of winter, and the pond is covered with ice edges, only the corners of the broken ice edges mixed with the sparkling water, which looks hard and cold.

There was no wind at night, and the tall samurai sat on the edge of the pond in armor, and although it was a cold winter night, his body did not move at all. It looks like a mountain and weighs down. And right next to him, there was a big sword about two meters long and nearly two feet wide, which was faintly shining with cold iron, which made people shudder.

Snow fell in the sky, and white snowflakes fell one after another at night.

However, for some reason, perhaps because the snow was too small, perhaps because the surface of the samurai's armor was too smooth, or because of other reasons, the samurai's armor was not stained with a trace of snow, and it looked dark and cold, like a ghost coming out of hell, faintly murderous, faintly rising to the sky.

"Wakata-sama - please use porridge."

The maid in a gentle kimono walked up with a constant stride, revealing a gentle and indifferent smile, but there was a trace of unrecognizable fear in her eyes.

The maid walked up to the samurai, held the plate steadily with her hands, and then sat down on her knees, her knees level like a thread. Then she slowly placed the plate on her lap, folded her hands, and bent her fingers, carefully removing the lid from the mouth of the porridge bowl on the plate, while covering the bowl with her hands, taking care not to let the snow drift into it.

Gently picking up the bowl, the maid picked up the spoon and slowly moved it. But at that time, perhaps because the weather was too cold, the maid's wrist shook slightly, and the porridge water overflowed from the mouth of the bowl, and accidentally fell on the samurai's armor.

The maid's face turned white at once.

Her hands trembled, and the fear that had been hidden in her eyes slowly overflowed:

"If, Wakata-sama ......"

"Click......

From between the iron armor came the sound of gold and iron as dry as a gear, and then a dull voice that sounded like it came from hell to the ears of the maid:

"It's beautiful snow......"

"Every winter, in this pond, the ice is broken, the layers of water are rippling, but it is tentative on the edge of the ice, mixed with the snow in the sky, is my favorite scene......"

"Every time I see this scene, my heart becomes incredibly calm and wonderful."

"But...... You ...... you disturb such a beautiful snowy scene—and disturb my state of mind and stain my armor."

The maid lay on the ground, trembling, burying her head, trembling all over:

"Big, sir......"

She could only plead feebly. Faced with this great general, who was known for his brutality in the entire Iron Country, she could only bend down and wait for the verdict of fate.

"You say...... What should I do? ”

Ignoring her wailing, the samurai gently reached out and grabbed the heavy iron sword beside him, raising it high.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency! No...... Spare me......"

The samurai didn't speak, and from the black armor, a deep ghostly fire peeked out!

In an instant, the hard iron sword swung down suddenly!

"Your Excellency!"

"Zheng!"

The expected painful feeling did not come.

On the contrary, a sound like a clash of gold and iron sounded overhead.

The maid trembled, puzzled, and surprised, and slowly opened her eyes.

The next moment, what fell into her eyes was a picture that would be unforgettable in her life-

But just as the heavy iron blade fell, just over two feet away from her shoulder, a sharp long knife thrust out of the air, blocking the edge of the heavy iron blade!

And on the side, a young warrior in black held this sharp long knife, his hands were tight, holding this long knife, blocking the "Cangyan" giant blade known for its weight and momentum, his body did not move, but his face was full of sharp and mocking smiles!

"The state of mind that can be disturbed because of a little porridge and water - such a shallow state of mind, I advise Your Excellency not to cultivate it."

The young man smiled sarcastically and said lightly.

"Who are you?"

The samurai in the armor asked quietly, and he had already stood up on his knees at some point, standing in front of him like a mountain.

"The cheap name is insulting and clear to listen - the murderer Hattori Hanzo is exactly below."

The young man grinned and grinned.