Matsumoto Ichiro is in a bad mood today, and he was supposed to get together with friends today and go to the water tea house to meet Miss Miko, who is beautiful and beautiful and has superb singing skills, but he didn't want to be disturbed by a letter from his former boss early in the morning.

However, the boss who served as Lizheng had the grace of saving his life, and as a subordinate and friend, he had to rush to the dust.

There were also their own robes, some of whom were like themselves, who mixed well, serving as samurai in a small nobleman with social status, and of course, some of whom had fallen into ronin.

But whether it is a samurai or a ronin, the combat skills of the year have not been put down.

Now, as the leader of this ten-person team, Ichiro Matsumoto quickly found the traces left by Risho's only son with the tracking skills he had cultivated in the military camp.

They ate and slept in the open, running all the way, and even though three woodcutters and hunters who were familiar with the terrain in this area led the way, they still failed to find the young master before dark.

Now, the sun had completely set, and darkness was gradually hanging over the forest.

The Dark Forest is known for being haunted, and although Matsumoto, a samurai, never believed that there were ghosts in this world, he groped in the dark of night to achieve half the results.

And even more lucky, he encountered a giant bear and injured a robe.

The giant bear was quickly turned into a pile of corpses under their combined blow, but the hapless ronin was slapped with three broken ribs, and his internal organs were not lightly injured by the explosive force of the giant bear.

Now, the ronin can still walk, but his combat power has plummeted, and if he encounters a real strong enemy, it will be equivalent to the loss of one-seventh of the combat power of the entire team.

Now, as night has completely fallen, and Matsumoto Ichiro is considering whether he should return the way he came, another piece of bad news arrives: the woodcutter who knows the forest best has disappeared.

Just when the two hunters were afraid to think that it was a ghost in the forest who had taken the woodcutter away, Ichiro Matsumoto, who did not believe in evil, remembered it clearly. When he had killed the bear, the woodcutter had more greed in his eyes than the two hunters, and as they walked, the timid woodcutter was always at the end.

It was clearly taking advantage of everyone's attention to focus on the injured ronin and fleeing back to get the giant bear corpse.

Thinking of this, Matsumoto scolded: "Yaga." How dare you go back behind my back? It seems that my Matsumoto Ichiro's reputation in the army has been forgotten by the world. ”

He gritted his teeth as he spoke, and the murderous aura involuntarily spread from his body.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?" A samurai leaned in and asked.

It was already dark, and the most familiar guide left without permission, and if he continued to look for it like a blind cat and a mouse, nothing would come of it.

Thinking of this, Matsumoto Ichiro raised the oil lamp in his hand and looked around at the surrounding environment to make sure that the trace of the little young master had disappeared cleanly. Almost spit out four words between his teeth: "Let's go back!" ”

Just as the nine were about to leave, there was a rustle of leaves in the dark forest.

The seven samurai instinctively held down the hilt of their swords and made a gesture of drawing their swords from their sheaths at any time.

Matsumoto Ichiro shouted even more: "What person? ”

Silence, the sudden silence made everyone present nervous, and the badly injured ronin's palms were covered with sweat.

After a few breaths, a black mass jumped out of the darkness, and its movements were extremely agile, and it rushed towards Matsumoto Ichiro, who was the leader.

Because of the lack of oil light lines. Or maybe they're in a backlit position, and the mass doesn't look real. It's just that I vaguely feel that the individual of that thing is much smaller than a human, and it should be the size of a wild dog.

Just a little, the black shadow seemed to be holding something, and under the flickering light, it emitted a visibly metallic sheen.

Since he is not a human being, he doesn't have to think much about what is coming. He pressed the thumb of the blade lightly, and the katana came out of its sheath with a metallic trill.

Then, everyone saw a silver streamer of light in the darkness, and the black mass was cut in half in the center, accompanied by the screams of unknown creatures.

Draw your sword and slash! Samurai Intermediate Combat Skill. What is important is the moment when the knife is drawn, and before the enemy has time to understand what is happening, the enemy can be divided into winners and losers.

Matsumoto Ichiro, as a "peacekeeper" in the samurai class, is naturally domineering and easy to use.

It's just that the defense of that mass is surprisingly low, and with just one sword, it will be split in two.

When the two hunters were bold enough to look at the corpse that had been divided into two by the left and right with oil lamps, they cried out in unison: "Mountain monkey! ”

Looking at the corpse of the mountain monkey that was completely dead, but the nervous system had not been completely annihilated, Matsumoto's face was very ugly.

While the two hunters were still praising Matsumoto-sama's superb sword drawing, the truly knowledgeable samurai expressed a little disdain in his heart for Matsumoto's rash use of the drawing sword.

What is a knife draw, a shot will see life and death. I don't even see what the enemy looks like, what do you want to win?

However, if these samurai were to switch positions with Matsumoto, they might not be able to draw their swords and slash them in the center after distinguishing what was coming with their eyes.

Matsumoto's ability to prevent the blood from spilling on his body after slashing the mountain monkey in two is already a remarkable combat skill.

However, Matsumoto's embarrassment was soon interrupted by a man emerging from the darkness.

When the glimmer of the nine oil lamps was concentrated on the man, they recognized by the dim light that it was not the woodcutter.

"Yaga, where did you bastard?" Matsumoto's unhappy mood was provoked by the appearance of the woodcutter.

He viciously drew his katana, the sharp blade of which pressed against the woodcutter's neck, and as long as the other party answered incorrectly, he would make him splatter five steps of blood.

The "woodcutter" gestured his hands, making a buzzing sound, but he couldn't really hear it, until he raised his neck, on the snow-white neck, there were three more claw marks, which seemed to be left by some beast, although he was lucky to avoid the carotid artery, but the depth of the incision still made the samurai and ronin who had killed people feel a little empathetic, and the Adam's apple of the seven people instinctively rolled up and down.

The wound hurt his vocal cords, and the woodcutter gestured while slowly recounting his experience of falling behind in an ugly hoarse voice.

After a while, the nine realized that the woodcutter who fell last was attacked by a mountain monkey, and the only firewood knife in his hand was taken away by the mountain monkey.

He chased the mountain monkey alone, but he fell behind, and was attacked by the mountain monkey group, and was unfortunately scratched by a mountain monkey in the throat.

After listening to the woodcutter's explanation, Matsumoto was full of doubts, but when he saw a snowy wood knife in front of the mountain monkey corpse, the doubts in his heart were erased a lot.

In ancient times, when Japan's metallurgical technology was not developed, a firewood knife was the greatest reliance on the woodcutter to obtain wealth, and even many woodcutters regarded the firewood knife as important as their own lives, just like the katana on the waist of the samurai. (To be continued.) )