After expressing his determination to repay the favor, Wada Mamoru stood up and left with his brothers under the strange gaze of the soldiers.

He solemnly took the piece of silver into his bosom, and he was not going to spend it, for it would be a token of his gratitude.

There were not many pedestrians on the streets in the morning, but I don't know when some morning fog began to rise, and Wada Mamoru and the others walked with their heads down, holding the knife in their arms tightly.

Their expressions were different, some of them looked fanatical, probably because the one or two pieces of silver just now made them more sure that this was a golden land, some of them looked at each other, probably because they understood that they were about to embark on a road of no return, and some of them were very calm, probably because they knew that they had no way but this road now.

Today's events are bound to see blood. And when you see blood, you can't turn back.

In the thickening morning mist, Mamoru Wada's footsteps walked slowly.

He felt the knife in his arms grow colder and colder, and it reminded him of the heat in his chest on the afternoon when he first held it.

At that time, he thought that he would become a world-famous samurai, and he would spend his life sticking to his samurai path and abiding by the oath he made.

He thought he had seen it, all of it, in the light reflected from the blade.

Then his heart was so hot that it was as if a fire was burning in it.

But now, the heat is gone, as if the flames that had been rising have been ruthlessly extinguished, and only the ashes that can no longer be turned over a little bit of spark.

At this time, Wada Mamoru remembered that this might be the journey of floating life that his father said. No matter how gorgeous the flower is, there will be a moment when it withers, and no matter how amazing the life is, there will eventually be a moment when you bow to reality.

People, after all, will bow to reality.

Swallowing his cold breath, Mamoru Wada raised his eyes.

Perhaps, maybe he can't hold his head up anymore. However, as long as he thinks of Miss Nanako, he will still have a trace of unwillingness in his heart.

In order to redeem this last unwillingness, he is willing to do anything.

"Let's go. Speaking hoarsely, Wada grabbed the knife in his arms and quickened his pace.

"For the sake of back and Ben. ”

"Ahh The crowd behind him whispered, and took their knives out of their bosoms.

"For the sake of back and Ben. ”

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"Ha~" When Li Si yawned and pushed open the door of Qianjialou, he found that a group of people were already standing outside the door.

The group of men, dressed in tattered clothes, mostly disheveled, with thick mud on their faces and hands, and various expressions of unknown meaning on their faces, stood silently at the door.

The first thing Li Si noticed was the knife in their hands. It was a knife that was different from any of the knives of the Tang Kingdom, with a slender blade with some slight curvature, making the blade more suitable for chopping, and also had the purpose of stabbing.

As a person from another world, Li Si naturally recognized this knife, which was a blade that originated from an island nation, called a katana.

Recognizing this kind of knife, Li Si naturally deduced a little bit of the identity of these people, Mingzhou City is close to the coast, and it is not incomprehensible that such a group of people will appear.

Across the street, the strange old man's shop had also been opened, and he sat in the shop, silently looking at the group of people like Li Si.

For Wada Mamoru and others, this is their first official robbery, so they don't want to rob those who are too rich, but they also don't want to rob those who are too poor.

So a small three-story building like Qianjialou naturally fell into their eyes.

Undoubtedly, this kind of street close to the city gate and extending in all directions is the best choice for robbery, easy to retreat and suitable for hiding. If they move quickly, they may have left before the soldiers in the city can react.

There was silence on both sides, making the streets somewhat quiet.

"Hey. At this time, Li Si, who was standing in the door, chuckled, broke the silent silence, and spoke.

"How many guest officers are still staying in the hotel?"

"We. He Tian Shou did not continue to look at Li Si, but lowered his head, put his palm on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and said in an awkward Tang dialect.

"Robbery. ”

As these two words fell, Mamoru Wada pulled out his sword.

His knife was fast, and when it came out of its sheath, it was accompanied by a clang, dragging a piercing sword light.

The blade flickered, reflecting Wada Shou's hideous face at that moment, as well as Li Si's still calm, as if he was stupidly frightened.

I'm sorry.

He Tian Shou silently recited these two words in his heart, only felt the qi and blood in his body churning, and there seemed to be a mouthful of turbid air in his chest, which he couldn't spit out or swallow.

And the knife in his hand was a little faster. This was the only thing he could do, as fast as he could, as fast as possible to make the person in front of him feel a little pain.

Luckily, he's always been confident in this, and his knives are always fast.

If he hadn't been born at the wrong time, he wouldn't have been just an inferior samurai.

Thinking like this, the knife in Mamoru Wada's hand had already been chopped down.

The moment the blade fell, inexplicably, Wada Mamoru remembered the first time he practiced knives under the guidance of his father.

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"Shou, you must remember that your sword must not fall on those without a sword. "I remember the tall figure who was always dressed in black said so.

"Yes, father, I remember!" a child in the courtyard slashed a bamboo sword, letting the sweat on his face drip on the ground, and solemnly replied.

"Huh. The tall figure smiled and asked, "Namoru, do you know what bushido is?"

The sword-wielding child was stunned, then pursed his mouth and said in embarrassment: "Back to Father, I don't know. ”

This time, the figure was silent for a moment, then seemed to smile bitterly, and said in a slightly trance-like tone: "It's okay, then let me tell you." ”

"The so-called bushido is the way of dignity······

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The blade was still falling, and thinking about this, Wada Mamoru's face became more and more hideous.

His hands were bruised, and his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

He could only watch the blade fall, and it was not until finally, in his parched mouth, that a cry that had been suppressed until now came out.

"Ah!!!h

The voice was hoarse, like the forced cry of pain from a man who had severed his arm, shouting all the strength in his body.

Wada Mamoru's eyes were red, and there was no trace of clarity left.

What sword doesn't fall to the swordless!What samurai!What dignity!These things are worth a few taels of silver, bastard!!