That night, Chiichi Miyamoto took his private collection and wiped down the ancestral armor and katana that had been spent one night.

Early the next morning, Miyamoto put on his ancestral armor and put on two short katanas at his waist, and left the house without the slightest nostalgia.

Except for his wallet and ID card, he didn't carry any luggage on him.

Even the treasures he had collected over the years, after wiping the katana and armor, burned them to a police officer.

This can also be regarded as representing the resolute determination in his heart: after he goes, it will be turbulent for him Miyamoto Chiichi, and it has nothing to do with everything before.

The landlord, the company, the ex-wife, and the son are all floating clouds......

A man in armor in ancient costumes walked the streets early in the morning, which is quite eye-catching even in the island country where cosplay is popular.

When the former neighbors and neighbors saw Mr. Miyamoto, who had been secretly laughed at by them, he was dressed up like this.

For the first time, I thought about making a few words of ridicule.

It's just that when Mr. Miyamoto, who was looking straight ahead with a calm face, walked straight past them, and walked out of the distance, they couldn't speak.

Because after a little attention, they found Mr. Miyamoto at this moment, with the momentum of a superior person for whom they worshipped.

Similarly, when Miyamoto Chi'ichi walked around the corner, a group of well-known local social people were standing there, fighting with a few little sisters with colorful hair, as if no one was around.

If it were normal, the timid middle-aged man Miyamoto Chiichi would definitely be as far away from them as he could.

Because it was these guys who let a little sister use the excuse of selling things to herself, tricked herself into a small alley and robbed him of his just paid salary.

But now, he simply ignored this guy.

It's like a mountain eagle flying in the sky, how can it care about the threat of ants on the ground.

"Get out of here! You bastard is in my way. He reprimanded a social man with tattoos all over his neck, mercilessly.

Maybe I felt a little threatened, but out of the dignity of social people, those social people still scolded and rushed up with all kinds of swear words in their mouths.

With a faint smile of disdain on his lips, Miyamoto Chi'ichi tightened his grip on the sheathed katana.

Obviously, these ant-like social people are not qualified for the honor of having Miyamoto-sama draw a knife at all.

Then, the ancestral two-day first-class knife technique was used smoothly like mercury, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was full of social people rolling on the ground.

Chiichi Miyamoto then got into a taxi and headed for the airport in Tokyo.

This is also the last time Chiichi Miyamoto appeared in this block, but everyone in this block has never forgotten this Mr. Miyamoto since.

Mainly when the glorious deeds of the Earth Immortal Sang Lord were continuously introduced to the island country.

Among them, Miyamoto-sama, who followed the side of Jisen-san, who was actually not such an important role, also became a legend in this neighborhood......

As for the route to refuge in Lord Jisen-san, Miyamoto Chiichi had planned it last night.

He planned to fly to Yangon, the capital of the Pyu Kingdom, and hire a car to deliver him to the border between the Pyu Kingdom and Pearl City.

The whole process, with his limited funds was completely insufficient.

However, if he used a credit card overdraft, there would be no problem at all, and as for the credit card repayment, he didn't even think about it.

That group of bank red deer, if you have the guts, go to Pearl City to urge him to repay!

And he is also mentally prepared enough, this journey is definitely quite difficult and lonely, but he is not even afraid of death, where will he be afraid of this little difficulty.

But when he arrived at the airport, things seemed to be a little different from what he had imagined.

At the ticket office where the plane ticket was bought, a long line had already been formed, and in such a long line of 100 people, after Miyamoto Chiichi who was wearing ancient costume armor joined, it did not look abrupt at all.

Because in it, there are more people dressed in strange ways.

There are Kabuki people wearing wide kimonos with thick fat on their faces, monks wearing large straw hats and straw sandals, and even ronin wearing samurai costumes with wooden rhinos on their feet.

In short, if you just look at the clothes of these people, it is as if you have traveled back in time and space to the distant Edo period.

But Miyamoto Chiichi basically heard the same words from the mouths of these people: "Yangon~"

Obviously, the final destination of these people is exactly the same as his own, but he is not too surprised by this outcome.

In Miyamoto Qianyi's thoughts: A strong man who is willing to follow the great Earth Immortal Mulberry should have been so much.

After thinking of these people, who might be his future comrades-in-arms, Miyamoto Chinichi put away the coldness on his face and nodded at these people one by one.

It is estimated that other people also think the same way, and the atmosphere in front of the ticket office immediately became more and more weird......

After swiping his card to buy his ticket, Miyamoto headed for the departure hall, where he was insulted in unimaginable terms.

At the entrance of the security check, a customs officer said resolutely:

"I'm sorry sir, you're carrying a controlled knife and can't be brought on the plane, so please drop your knife."

Looking at this staff member, Miyamoto Qianyi asked in a calm tone: "Yaga, you ignorant maggot, are you planning to let a glorious samurai disarm you?"

But anyone could see how strong the flame of anger was in his heart.

Even, his right hand was already unconsciously grasping the long hilt of the katana at his waist, and almost immediately, the staff member felt intense fear.

At the same time, the two airport police officers, who saw that this was not right, had already put their hands on their waists and put their holsters on their guns.

But even so, it can't stop Miyamoto Chiichi from really drawing his sword, as a samurai who is about to follow Lord Jisen-san, if he hands over the katana, it will be an insult to Zhang Dixian, the lord.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more solemn, and it seemed that the duel between modern police officers and ancient samurai would be staged in the next second.

At this critical moment, a large number of dense footsteps came from outside, and it was led by a beautiful young woman, at least hundreds of people hurriedly ran over.

As soon as she stood still, the young woman who made Miyamoto Qianichi very familiar hurriedly asked:

"Lord Samurai, are you planning to respond to Zhang Dixian's call to go to Pearl City to join him in the battle?"

"Of course!" Miyamoto replied proudly, and subconsciously, he tried to straighten his back, which was no longer so straight because of his long-term bowing.

When the beautiful woman heard this answer, her face was excited.

She first looked at Miyamoto Qianyi, and said with a warm face: "Thank you for your dedication, the little trouble you encounter now, please hand it over to our Zhang Dixian support group!"

After that, the woman turned around and turned to the staff and police officers, and immediately changed color.

He reprimanded him severely: "Yaga, I am the new member of the Diet, Shiraishi, do you know who you are blocking? This is a samurai who represents the glory of the island nation and is on the way, let it go quickly, or I will guarantee that you will lose this job." ”

By this time, Miyamoto Chiichi had already figured out who this person was.

Isn't this the once famous artist, Mrs. Shiraishi, who is secretly circulating and has a good friendship with Lord Jisen-san?

In the reprimand of Councilor Shiraishi, the staff member wisely chose to let him go, and even the high-level personnel of the airport hurried over and made some special arrangements for this group of strangely dressed people.

Finally, an hour later, Miyamoto Chi'ichi boarded the plane with more than 200 colleagues with his head held high.

At this time, a large number of media have already arrived, and they are broadcasting live for this breaking big news.

And at the moment when they boarded the plane, tens of thousands of members of Zhang Dixian's support group rushed to see them off, and under the leadership of Mrs. Shiraishi, they respectfully knelt on the ground to see them off.

It is also this scene that makes the infinite pride in the hearts of Miyamoto Chiyi and others.

Hundreds of years ago, before those real island warriors set out on the expedition, didn't they enjoy such treatment every time?