The scene of samurai from the Azuchi-Momoyama period in a modern Japanese garden is truly incredible.

The first impression of a samurai is majesty, and every word and deed is extremely oppressive. The samurai witches of the Warring States are a higher class in society, and among the four categories of civilian witches of Shinong, industry and commerce, the witches who can mix with the samurai have more say than the other three classes, and they are almost rampant.

In the courtyard, the samurai was ornately armoured and tightly wrapped in metal from head to toe, which undoubtedly protected his body more than ordinary infantry.

The lowest samurai infantry witch only had armor to protect against the abdomen, which was called belly dang or belly roll. In addition, there is a piece of nail called the long side on the left and right sides, which has no sleeves and no back protection.

It is the best choice for low-level soldier witches who lack funds, and the economic base determines the superstructure, and this iron rule applies in the world of witches, both ancient and modern.

Samurai witches who can afford to buy a full set of them have strong financial power, such as the one that appears in the courtyard now.

A cold wind blew, and Ruiji felt the temperature around her plummet, and Tokyo seemed to suddenly leap from summer to late autumn, the cold penetrated into the bone marrow, and the wooden planks under her became extremely cold and hard, and a thick layer of goosebumps appeared on her back.

"Ah......h

She woke up from her deep slumber and hugged her body.

Is it so cold in Tokyo at the end of June? Deeply puzzled, Ruiji put on a sun-protective jacket on the ground to prevent the cold from continuing to seep into her body through her skin.

The unlit courtyard is surrounded by tall trees, and every time a strong evening breeze blows, the branches and leaves rub against each other to make a rustling sound, and there seem to be a large number of unspeakable monsters hidden in the shadows of the houses, which will explode at the slightest glance.

Heavy footsteps could be heard as the warrior paced around the courtyard.

Ruiji suddenly became alert, rushed into the room, and took a safe-looking knife from the knife holder on the wall in the dark. When it comes to dueling with Japanese samurai, you have to use a single designated weapon.

When her fingers touched the blade, an inexplicable familiarity poured from the lines of the hilt into her palm, and she knew how to swing and dodge, defending against samurai attacks in a way unique to kendo people.

But why do you have to use just knives? Wouldn't it be better to combine knives and magic?

The weapons that witches fight are not limited to the staff in their hands and the magic power in their bodies, but also the combat method of holding weapons in their hands and using magic to add lethality to them is also highly regarded by a large number of witches.

The combat style varies from person to person, some people like melee combat, some people like range, and Reji happens to be the type of person who likes melee combat.

There's nothing wrong with being a melee mage, and the class branch is probably a sorcerer, and you can hit a powerful bushi in close combat.

The moment he came face to face with the black-armored samurai, the sword was immediately unsheathed, and the bladed side was facing straight ahead. The hands holding the knife trembled slightly, the palms were cold, and the sticky sweat soaked the back.

The relentless evening breeze robbed her body of body temperature, and Ruiji breathed rapidly, reflecting the beating blue of the samurai's body in his eyes.

The color of the ghost fire.

Judging by the witch's common sense, this samurai should be a strange story. Strange stories can be ghosts, people, animals, and seemingly inanimate objects.

These things cannot be explained by common sense, and most of them are harmful to the human world, and were named strange tales by the first generation of witches. There are two decisive reasons for witches to learn magic, one is to carry forward the advantages of the race, and the other is to fight against strange stories.

Witches are the good side of the world, and weird talk is the dark side, or the opposite.

"Who are you? I...... We have no grievances, why did you find me? ”

Ruiji stared at the red Prajna mask on the samurai's face, and what the "person" under the mask looked like.

Either an old man with a beard and wrinkles, or a young man with fair skin. She has a stereotype of the Japanese samurai and doesn't usually think anything in between.

Although the appearance of the brain-making monster was meaningless, she couldn't help but desert.

The two sides confronted each other in the open and dimly lit courtyard, and the samurai, who seemed to be strange and strange, did not rush to attack, but paced to Ruiji in a leisurely manner, then put down his sword, knelt down, touched the ground with his hands, and bent over his luggage.

The armor on his hands is stamped with a golden five-papaya family pattern, shaped like a five-petal cherry blossom. The golden corners of the red mask-like stabbed the floor tiles, and the grinding sound was sharp and piercing.

"See Lord Lord."

The voice under the mask is calm, and the tone of speech is different from that of modern people, which is closer to the tone used by actors who appear in Taihe dramas. A serious and cautious one, in line with Ruiji's perception of Japanese samurai.

The tone and gorgeous armor are no longer the most important thing, but the voice that comes from under the mask of Prajna is actually a woman's voice!

Since she is a woman, she must be a samurai witch. Ordinary women usually do not have the ability to go into battle to kill the enemy, and during the once glorious Warring States turmoil, Japan was divided into a number of small countries, and wars between small countries continued, and samurai witches were the main force of war and the protagonists of the music of the times.

The samurai witch in front of him belongs to Oda Nobunaga, the daimyo of Owari, and the five papaya family crests are the most direct things that can prove their identity.

"You...... Which of Nobunaga's close ministers is it? ”

Ruiji's knowledge of history in this area is relatively scarce, and there are only a few people who can think of it, including Hashiba Hideyoshi, Akechi Mitsuhide and Mori Nagake. They are all witches who left a strong mark during the Warring States period.

She had a bold guess that the strange story was Oda Nobunaga himself. But in the next second, the strange talk blocked the path of her delusion.

"I beg your pardon if I'm just an unknown ashigaru samurai, and I was once fortunate enough to be loyal to His Highness Nobunaga, but now that time has passed, I've become an inhuman thing, and I can only appear in front of you in such a strange form, so please forgive me."

"Can you take off your mask and speak? If, I mean, your face is scary, forget it. ”

At night, seeing maggots and flies fluttering, and rotten human faces, can make you feel so uncomfortable that you can't eat for days. The face under the mask is the equivalent of opening a blind box, and you never know what's underneath until you open it.

"Lord Mingjian, my appearance is not particularly ugly, and I should be qualified to be called ordinary."

Strange Tales took off his mask, revealing a hideous face hidden by a hideous ghost.

Facts have proved that the strange statement is still conservative, that face is not just ordinary, in today's Japan, it can beat a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates idol witches.

The skin is white and beautiful, the facial features are upright, the long brown hair is combed into a single ponytail, it looks simple and neat, the face is not powdered, and the blood-red eyes are firm and focused.

She fits the status of a samurai from top to bottom.

"I have one more question."

Rydge and Strange Tales looked at each other and withdrew the knife back into its scabbard.

"Why do you call me my lord?"