The waters of the Kamogawa River flow quietly and do not stop or stop.

Walking along the banks of the Kamogawa River, Nanami Hashimoto felt relaxed and relaxed. At this time, the cherry blossoms have fallen, and although the trees on both sides of the Kamogawa River are still in full bloom, they are a little less gorgeous and more quiet.

Walking on the stone ridge on the bank of the river, Nana Hashimoto unconsciously compared everything she saw in front of her with that of 500 years later, but found that there was no big difference between Kyoto 500 years ago and Kyoto 500 years later, except for the lack of some high-rise buildings.

Today, Nanami Hashimoto has changed into a men's dress, with her hair tied in a ponytail hanging down behind her back, and not only that, but she also solemnly wears two swords, one long and one short, around her waist, just like the most common samurai of this era. It's just that Nana Hashimoto's pretty face is still delicate and handsome, even if she deliberately disguises herself and uses illusions to disguise herself as a man, and along the way, she has attracted the attention and amazement of many roadside girls.

Looking at the maid who handed him a handkerchief in front of him, and the girl who was sitting nervously in the ox cart not far away, Nana Hashimoto, who understood what was going on, scratched her cheeks helplessly, and finally said to the maid who came to express her admiration for her young lady: "I'm really sorry, Xiaosheng already has a family, so I have to live up to Miss's heart." ”

Looking at the lonely maid and the disappointed young lady, Nana Hashimoto felt a burst of guilt at the same time, and couldn't help but feel some strange emotions in her heart. Although 500 years later, as a girl idol, she also has a lot of women's food, but it is the first time that she has been admired by the same sex, and it is the first time that Nana Hashimoto will say it in the future. This kind of experience made her feel a little wonderful, and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart.

Nana Hashimoto, who was in a better mood, hummed the tune of 500 years later with her nose, and before she knew it, she had walked to the location of the later Gion.

At this time, Gion was not yet a famous flower street where the shogunate allowed tea pavilions to be opened, but it was already beginning to flourish. Due to its proximity to Yasaka Shrine, there are not as many tea pavilions and ryotei as in later generations, but there are still many small shops and ryokan houses.

Looking at this prosperous and lively scene, Nana Hashimoto, who was a little tired from walking, touched her slightly hungry stomach, picked up the curtain in front of a small shop that looked good on the side of the road, and walked in.

Business seems to be doing well, and there are a lot of customers sitting in the shop, most of them merchants passing through the area or worshippers visiting Yasaka Shrine and nearby temples. The owner of the small shop seems to have taken into account the different identities of the customers, and separated a place slightly above the ground with a railing in the small shop, and laid several steps to distinguish the identity of the customers. Several samurai were sitting there, seemingly talking about something interesting, and the interest was high.

Nana Hashimoto rubbed her nose, she had a keen sense of smell, and she could clearly smell the smell of wine and sweat emitted by these ordinary guests, which made Nana Hashimoto, who was clean by nature, a little disgusted. But thinking that the other homes might be the same, she covered her nose and walked up the steps and found a place near the window to sit down.

The proprietress looked at Nanami Hashimoto who walked in, and couldn't help but have a light in her eyes, such a handsome young samurai is rare even in a place as romantic as Kyoto. With such an idea, he waved away the guy who was about to greet Nanami Hashimoto, and the proprietress walked over to Nanami Hashimoto in person.

"This samurai-sama has a very good face, I don't know where the lord came from?" The proprietress walked up to Nanami Hashimoto and asked her with a smile, while asking with a look of charm in her eyes: "I wonder what adults want to eat?" ”

Nanami Hashimoto looked at the proprietress who seemed to want to tempt her, and at the same time looked up at the menu signs hanging on the walls around the shop, which seemed to be no different from 500 years later. After randomly selecting a few side dishes that he had eaten, Nanami Hashimoto sent away the proprietress who wanted to be courteous, which seemed to cause a burst of unhappiness on the proprietress face.

After the guys brought all the dishes, Nanami Hashimoto ate side dishes while looking out of the window through the window facing the street, enjoying the scenery of this era.

Although the dishes at this restaurant are acceptable, and the taste is not bad in Nanami Hashimoto, but without the complex seasonings of later generations, the cuisine of this era cannot be compared with the cuisine of later generations. There may be chefs who are not inferior in their cooking skills, but at least there are no such skilled chefs in such a small restaurant.

It was spring, and the weather was not hot, so although Kamoto-shi cuisine originated on the banks of the Kamogawa River, it was not yet time to set up a mat on the riverbank. On a midsummer night, boating on the Kamogawa River and enjoying the beautiful night sky and the scenery on both sides of the Kamogawa River with your loved ones is undoubtedly a very pleasant and romantic thing.

Nana Hashimoto thought like this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile a little, and his pretty face made many people in the small shop stunned, even the few samurai who were sitting on the side and were originally discussing things became a little sluggish, and the proprietress who was secretly embarrassed because of Nanami Hashimoto's refusal could not hide the shyness on her face.

Nana Hashimoto, who was immersed in her own thoughts, didn't notice the change in the atmosphere in the store, maybe even if she did, she wouldn't care, as a girl idol to attract attention, it's really a normal thing, Nana Hashimoto has long been immune to this kind of gaze.

However, a commotion soon broke the strange atmosphere of the store, and everyone turned their eyes to the direction from which the noise outside the store came from, as if someone was beating and cursing something.

Nana Hashimoto frowned, although she hated this kind of thing, she didn't want to care about it until she figured out what was going on. In Hashimoto's view, this era has its own rules, and the way people of this era are asked to intervene rashly with the way people of 500 years later, and sometimes they will do bad things with good intentions.

However, just when Nana Hashimoto didn't plan to care about these things, she suddenly sensed a faint demonic aura. The demon aura is not strong, it should be just an ordinary little monster, but this did not make Nana Hashimoto ignore this demon spirit, is there a monster to blame?

Thinking like this, Nanami Hashimoto's expression changed, and the eyes that were originally just disgusted became focused and sharp, and if it was a monster to blame, he couldn't stand idly by. Nanami Hashimoto helped the katana at her waist, stood up and walked towards the noisy place outside the small shop.

Nana Hashimoto went outside the shop and found that things seemed to be a little different from what she thought. There are indeed youkai outside, but it's not the monsters that are causing trouble, but being bullied. A little girl who exuded a faint demonic aura fell to the ground, surrounded by a group of strong men, although she was kicked and beaten from time to time, she always held the things in her arms tightly.

Although it is strange why youkai are bullied like this by humans, in any case, a group of strong men bullying a little girl still gave Nana Hashimoto a reason not to make a move. What's more, as a big monster, sitting back and watching a little monster being bullied by humans is not what a big monster should do.

"Stop!" Nana Hashimoto didn't shout, stepped forward, pushed away the strong man who was around the little girl, pulled the little girl who fell to the ground up, looked at the dust and injuries on the little girl's body, and suddenly frowned and scolded the strong man who was trying to do something to her: "Don't you feel ashamed of a group of big men bullying a little girl?" ”

This group of strong men didn't seem to see the identity of the Hashimoto Nanami samurai, and directly scolded angrily: "The stinky boy from there, meddle in your business!" As he spoke, he moved towards Nanami Hashimoto, as if he wanted to teach her a lesson.

However, Nana Hashimoto is not this poor little girl, she has no ability to resist and can only let this group of strong men kick and beat, just a simple sideways, and then grab the strong man's hand stretched out towards her and pull it, and she has already put down a strong man who is rushing towards her, and then stepped on the head of this strong man, raised her hand and pulled out the katana at her waist.

Looking at Nanami Hashimoto who drew a knife, these strong men found out that Nanami Hashimoto's samurai outfit suddenly became trembling, in this era, there is a huge identity gap between samurai and civilians, for a samurai, killing a few civilians, or offending their own civilians is really as simple as eating and drinking.

Frightened by the katana in the hands of Nanami Hashimoto, this group of scoundrels who could only be regarded as ruffians suddenly knelt on the ground, and one of them, who could still speak, hurriedly begged for mercy from Nanami Hashimoto: "Lord Samurai, spare your life!" Samurai-sama spare your life! ”

Looking at the strong man kneeling on the ground, Nanami Hashimoto suddenly felt a little absurd. These strong men who were still bullying the weak, kicking and beating the little girl next to them, and wanted to do it to themselves, after seeing the katana in their hands and knowing their identity as samurai, they suddenly knelt on the ground, becoming weak people whose life and death were in the hands of others.

"Why are you beating this child, aren't you ashamed of a group of big men bullying a little girl?" The same words, Nanami Hashimoto asked again, not even full of anger as just now, but such a calm question, but the strong men who knelt at Nanami Hashimoto's feet were busy answering her questions, which was completely different from the way she wanted to teach her a lesson when she was angry just now.

"Excuse me, sir! This little ...... The little girl is a habitual thief, often come to our store to steal things, if once or twice we teach her a lesson, forget it, but this little girl is too many times, this time the boss is very angry, we have no choice but to want to beat her hard, so that she will not dare to come again in the future. The strong man who was trampled under the feet of Nana Hashimoto quickly explained the whole story in a begging voice, for fear that if he was slow, the katana in Nanawei Hashimoto's hand would cut off his neck.

After listening to the explanation of the strong man who was trampled under his feet, Nanami Hashimoto looked at the little girl who was still holding the things in his arms tightly with a strange expression, and asked her, "Are they telling the truth?" Are you a thief? Nana Hashimoto didn't look like a stern questioner about the little girl, but asked softly.

However, Nana Hashimoto's attitude made this originally stubborn little girl suddenly feel ashamed, she let go of the things she was holding tightly in her arms, and said with a crying voice: "I see that they always throw away uneaten things, and they will steal food when they are too hungry." It wasn't until this time that Nanami Hashimoto saw that the little girl had been holding two rice balls, one of which had been bitten.

Looking at the two rice balls that were squeezed by the little girl because they were tightly held in her arms, and then looked at the strong men who were kneeling around her and being trampled under her feet, Nana Hashimoto did not feel a deep helplessness, these strong men did not do anything wrong in this matter, and this little girl was only forced by life, neither side could talk about wrong, and neither could talk about right, if you want to say wrong, it can only be said that this era is wrong.

Nana Hashimoto put away the katana in his hand, took out a handful of copper coins from his arms and threw it on the ground, and then let go of the strong man who was stepped on by himself and said: "This money should compensate you for your losses, don't embarrass this little girl in the future." ”

Before Nana Hashimoto finished speaking, these strong men hurriedly said to her, "Thank you, sir!" Thank you, sir! Then he quickly picked up the copper coin on the ground, and dragged his companion who had not been knocked down by Nana Hashimoto to escape with a roll, for fear of staying a little longer, Nana Hashimoto did not regret it.

Looking at the strong men who ran away, Nanami Hashimoto looked at the little girl who was standing beside him, sighed, and then took out some copper coins from his arms, put them in the little girl's arms, and said softly to her: "You can use this money to buy food, don't steal anything in the future." After saying that, Nana Hashimoto was about to turn around and leave.

It's not that I don't want or can't help this little girl, it's just that Nanami Hashimoto doesn't want to be too deeply involved with this era. Although the demonic aura on this little girl's body is not strong, her appearance is indistinguishable from that of humans, which shows that she is far more talented than the Nine Spirits, who are still unable to maintain even a full human form.

If Nana Hashimoto hadn't helped this little girl, she would undoubtedly have lived to be 500 years from now. There is already an autumn rain pill to wait for five hundred years, and Nana Hashimoto does not want another one.

However, when Nana Hashimoto did not turn to leave, someone stopped her from behind: "This samurai-sama, please stay." ”