The so-called best sake actually tastes good.

But in Ethan's opinion, this is rice wine.

If the degree is not high, it is more than ten degrees, milder than spirits, more refreshing than wine, and it is a good choice for ordinary people to get slightly drunk.

But he drank it a little blandly.

Small flask, two cups.

He and Beatrice sat in their chairs, taking a sip without a mouthful, and their attention was on it, only to see the sweat towel boy carefully wash his hands and remove a short knife from the wall wrapped in a white cloth.

The blade flashed with cold light, swinging on the desk.

The pink flesh is quickly divided into small pieces and covered with crystal clear rice balls.

Two small desks, three each.

Next to it, put another dish of soy sauce.

The simple combination looks like it is full of appetite, especially when this sweat towel man wields a knife, the feeling of fingering is pleasing to the eye.

Although Beatrice didn't say it.

But Ethan could already guess that the person in front of him with a sweat towel and a mustache should be Hattori Hanzo.

The master of forging knives naturally knows how to use knives.

"Bluefin tuna meat."

The sweat towel man brought the mini table to Ethan and Beatrice with both hands, and said with a smile: "You're lucky, this is the fat fat that just arrived in our store in the morning, and it belongs to the fattest part of the tuna." ”

"Please taste!"

"Thank you."

Ethan looked to the side, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed one piece of sushi and dipped it in soy sauce and put it in his mouth.

The flavor of the rice and the fat of the tuna meat are blended together.

Brings a unique scent.

This so-called big belly is quite full of fat, and the delicate meat makes it quite smooth, and there is a hint of mustard in it, and the slight spiciness, which enriches the flavor layer.

The soy sauce is not salty, and it is just right.

"Not bad."

Ethan put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine jug and poured it into the wine cup that the sweat towel man put inside: "In fact, sometimes you don't need too many skills, as long as you match the best ingredients well, it is a rare delicacy." ”

"It does taste good, this glass of wine is yours."

"Aligado!"

This words of appreciation made the sweat towel man smile, and he placed his palm diagonally next to the wine cup to express his gratitude.

Beatrice looked at Ethan in surprise.

I didn't expect him to be so skilled with chopsticks, but it was also normal, American Chinese food in the United States is also very popular, and this woman also picked up a piece of sushi and put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Two guests."

The sweat towel man took a sip of the sake and asked casually, "Are you here to travel to Okinawa?" ”

The other party has no problem communicating in English, but the accent is a bit heavy.

This is also a common problem of the people of Sakura Country.

As long as you can understand it.

"Find a friend." Beatrice took a sip of her wine and said with a smile, "It's just that I'm not sure if he's my friend yet, and of course, I hope he can." ”

"Oh?"

Putting down the cup, the sweat towel man picked up the kitchen knife and continued to divide the food: "There is such a strange thing, what is the name of that person?" ”

"Maybe I can know something."

"After all, I know most of the people in the neighborhood."

"Hattori Hanzo."

Beatrice lowered her glass and said her name.

"Brush~"

The blade slashed through the fish, leaving a shallow mark on the board, and the sweat towel man continued to move, continuing to wave the kitchen knife in his hand, but the back knives never left any traces.

He pondered and processed the pieces of sushi.

"I'm sorry."

Another small desk was brought to the two of them, covered with various kinds of sushi, and the izakaya owner said regretfully, "I've never heard of this name in the neighborhood." ”

"Hopefully, you two will find the person you're looking for."

Picking up a white cloth and wiping his hands, the sweat towel man smiled and put the kitchen knife back in its original position.

All kinds of knives.

Kitchen knives of all sizes, sizes and shapes are neatly arranged on the wall.

"Hmm."

Beatrice put down her chopsticks and looked at the other party with a serious face: "I wonder if you are interested in listening to a story, a story from a distant guest, a story that happened in a small church in Texas?" ”

The morning sun shines through the windows.

A story about a new life, slowly unfolding from a woman's mouth.

A vision for the future.

The joy of the wedding dress, the longing for family and family, the laughter between friends, and finally the pulse of new life in the belly, all this is full of fresh breath.

The affectionate narration attracted the sweat towel man.

From the other party's reddened eyes and choked voice, he seemed to be able to guess that the development of things was not simple.

Perhaps, the other party is one of the protagonists of the story.

The story finally entered the church, where the melodious sound of the flute, the chaotic and heavy footsteps, the frenzied explosion of bullet casings and the flames of the muzzles of the guns sowed fear into everything.

All the nine men, except the bride, were dyed bloody.

No more laughter.

The happy faces were filled with fear, the priests, friends, etc. all rushed for their lives, and the black man in charge of the piano accompaniment fell headlong on the keys, and the restless sound was moving.

And the bride could only watch all this in amazement.

Wait until the gunfire stops, wait for the footsteps to gather, wait for the blood to spread to you.

This is where the story comes to an abrupt end.

On the head of the sweat towel man, I don't know when a layer of fine sweat has appeared.

"Hattori Hanzo has retired."

The guy bit his cheek and looked at the bride in front of him with an expressionless face: "He won't forge a knife anymore, and there is nothing that can help you!" ”

"I'm sure you have a hidden knife."

Beatrice stared at each other and said hoarsely, "Give me one!" ”

At this point, she directly singled out.

"Nope."

Hattori Hanzo shook his head and flatly refused: "Those are my collections, for me to enjoy and play with for the rest of my life, and they will not be sold to anyone." ”

"I didn't say I bought it."

Beatrice directly grabbed the wine bottle, poured a big mouthful, and looked at the sweat towel man with red eyes:

"I'm talking about sending!"

"Why?"

Hattori Hanzo's expression was stunned, and he frowned and said, "If you can find it, you should know the value of Hanzo's sword, besides, I don't owe you anything, why help you like this?" ”

"Because it's your students who did this!"

Beatrice clenched her fists tightly and burst out of her mouth word by word: "As a master, it is necessary for you to help me and let me get my own revenge!! ”

In a word, Hattori Hanzo's body froze.

He looked at the other person, as if to confirm whether it was true or false.

A few seconds later.

A heavy sigh rang out.

"What you sow, you will reap." Hattori Hanzo's figure suddenly became much more depressed, and he said with a hint of embarrassment: "You're right, I'm obligated to help you." ”

"Although he is my most gifted apprentice, he is also the one who needs to be killed the most."

(End of chapter)