Regardless of that sulking old boy.

Ethan and Beatrice both walked to the knife holder expectantly, looking at the katana swords.

Actually, he didn't know much about Sakura knives.

Just know that there is a lot of variety.

The blade in front of you is placed upwards on the wooden frame, which should belong to the knife.

Ethan picked up a handful of them first, grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it away.

It was shorter than he expected.

The blade was less than a meter long, about eighty to ninety centimeters, and the handle was more than a meter long.

This length is suitable, too.

In fact, swords should not be too long.

Too long will affect its handling and agility, and the length recommended by Hattori Hanzo is definitely the best for himself.

There is no doubt about that.

He waved his katana, aimed at the scabbard, and pushed it forward.

I don't really like this knife.

His rusty movements as he sheathed caught Beatrice's attention, and the latter hurriedly whispered, "Don't fiddle around here, we'll talk about it when we get back!" ”

It was clear that the other party had not used a katana.

In case it leads to Hattori Hanzo.

I'm afraid there will be an accident.

"Hmph~"

Ethan of course understood what she meant, and smiled indifferently: "I can kill people, you don't care if I play well or not, the money has been accepted, if he dares to regret it, I will rob all the knives here!" ”

A cold weapon worth at least a million dollars.

There are eight left!

If you can resist not robbing, it is already self-cultivation, and if the other party is retorting, it is just a reason to give yourself a reason to do it.

Little cherry blossoms.

He doesn't feel guilty.

Of course, if others behaved, he wouldn't be so black.

In fact, the way of the sword, in Ethan's view, is only fast and unbreakable, and the so-called skill of pulling the knife is nothing more than to seize the opportunity and slash at the opponent's body first, then you will win.

Of course, there are certainly a lot of tricks in there.

However, he feels that his strength and speed can make up for his lack of skill in many cases.

In that said.

This time it was against a violent group.

I believe that there will be no kendo masters in it.

This casual remark made Beatrice laugh and cry a little, but it was indeed true, no matter what, as long as she could kill people, as a killer, she has always admired this truth.

Fortunately, the other party's voice was very quiet.

Let her breathe a sigh of relief.

If Hattori Hanzo heard this, she didn't know how to deal with it.

I also felt a trace of fear in my heart in the face of this temporary companion, obviously I was the killer, why did this guy talk about killing people and robbing property, but it was so easy and natural.

Put this yellow scabbard katana back on the knife holder.

Ethan's gaze fell to a bright red.

The handle of the first katana on the right is woven with blood-red rope, leaving a diamond-shaped string in the middle to strengthen the grip.

The scabbard is dark and shiny, with a layer of luster.

Grab it.

Hold the hilt of the knife and pull it out, and there is a buzzing sound.

The knife that came from the retainer had a strange mark on it, like a monster grinning its teeth, waiting for a bloodthirsty moment.

The knife just now also has this unique logo.

It should be the unique seal carving of the Hanzo knife.

Slowly pulling it apart, the intricate lines on the blade looked like ice crystals, full of chill.

Unsheath thoroughly.

A few slashes at the side, the sound of breaking wind sounded.

Very handy.

"Huh."

The cold light swept over the protruding corner of the knife holder, and the egg-thick wood snapped and fell to the ground with a muffled thud, startling Beatrice.

The cut surface is incredibly smooth.

There are no chips or damage to the blade.

"Haha."

Ethan smiled with satisfaction, wiped the blade of the knife on his sleeve, and carefully sheathed it: "I want this, it's very good!" ”

Cutting hard wood is like cutting tofu.

Nothing was felt in the block.

Then it is used to chop some other objects, and I believe that the effect that this katana can exert will definitely make you feel very satisfied, when power, speed, and sharpness come together.

It can definitely burst out with amazing lethality.

There is nothing disrespectful, and the knife must be tried, even if it is not your own money.

That's a million dollars after all.

I can buy a large number of arms in exchange, and what I value is practicality, which has no historical or artistic value, and he certainly thinks it is cost-effective to buy a superb knife.

But if you can't even cut a piece of wood.

Then the next step is to stage a drama of raising your fists and beating the profiteers.

"There's no need to test."

Beatrice grabbed a katana with a black handle in her hand and gestured a few times, and said with great satisfaction, "This is Hattori Hanzo Masters, he is one of the legendary sword-making masters of Sakura Country. ”

"It's something that has been proven by countless people."

Hearing this, Hattori Hanzo, who was sitting cross-legged behind him, quietly straightened his waist and proudly supported his knees with both hands.

Put on a laid-back look.

Looking at his appearance, I can't wait for Beatrice to say a few more words of praise.

The one who sells the goods.

In fact, I also hope to meet someone who knows the goods.

The two quickly selected the right guys, and with the help of Hattori Hanzo, they got a handicraft certificate, after all, if there is no formal formality, there is no way to handle the consignment.

Next, they bid farewell to the old man of the izakaya.

"Revenge is a difficult path."

Looking at the two knife boxes placed in the convertible, Hattori Hanzo retracted his reluctant gaze and continued to Beatrice: "This road will definitely be full of thorns, and I hope that those pains in the past can be turned into motivation to support you forward." ”

"Of course life is painful."

He clasped his palms together at the female killer: "That wave of hatred will also turn into a forest full of mist, so that countless people will be lost in it!" ”

"But I still hope you can find peace of mind."

"Find your own way."

"Thank you very much for your help." Beatrice pursed her lips, opened her arms and hugged the izakaya owner hard, and said with great gratitude, "You are a good man, Aligado. ”

"Bump~"

The doors closed, and the open-top jeep whizzed.

Hattori Hanzo stood still, looking at the distant vehicles and the blond hair that had been picked up by the wind.

"Damn it."

Scratching his head, he staggered towards the izakaya and said to himself, "Where did this rumor come from, isn't it that every Western woman's place is very big!! ”

"But it's nice to be flexible!"

Then came a cherry blossom folk tune or two.

Hattori Hanzo looked happy, no longer had the demeanor of a legendary knife casting master, just an ordinary and a little lustful little old man who opened the warm curtain in front of the house and walked into the house leisurely.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the banners that picked out the eaves were still fluttering slightly.

(End of chapter)