Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 199: People Always Have to Bow to Reality
After expressing his determination to repay his gratitude, Wada Mori stood up and left with his brothers under the strange gazes of the soldiers.
He solemnly put the silver coin into his arms. He was not going to spend this money because it would be a token of his gratitude.
There were not many people on the street in the morning, but some morning mist had risen since someone knew not when. Wada Mori and others walked with their heads down, holding their knives tightly in their arms.
Their expressions were different. Some of them looked fanatical, probably because the one or two taels of silver just now made them more certain that this was a land of gold; some of them looked bleak, probably because they understood that they were about to embark on a road of no return; some of them were very calm, probably because they knew that now they had no way to go except this road.
I'm afraid that what happened today will definitely result in bloodshed. And once bloodshed occurs, there will be no turning back.
In the increasingly thick morning fog, Wada Mamoru walked slowly.
He felt the knife in his arms becoming colder and colder, which reminded him of the heat in his chest that afternoon when he first held the knife.
At that time, he thought that he would become a world-famous samurai, and that he would spend his whole life adhering to his samurai way and abide by the oath he made.
He thought he saw it, saw it all, in the light reflected from the blade.
His heart was so hot, as if there was a ball of fire burning inside.
But now, that heat no longer exists, as if the originally rising flame was ruthlessly extinguished, leaving only ashes that can no longer find a spark.
At this time, Wada Mamoru remembered that this might be what his father had said about the journey of life. No matter how gorgeous the flowers are, they will wither one day, and no matter how amazing life is, there will eventually be a moment when it bows to reality.
People will eventually bow to reality.
Taking a deep breath, Wada Mamoru raised his eyes.
Maybe, maybe he could no longer raise his head. However, whenever he thought of Miss Caizi, he would still feel a little unwilling.
In order to redeem this last bit of unwillingness, he was willing to do anything.
"Let's go." He spoke hoarsely, holding the knife in his arms tightly and quickening his pace.
"To get back to Ben."
"Ah." Everyone behind him responded softly and took out their own knives from their arms.
"To get back to Ben."
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"Ha~" When Li Si pushed open the door of Qianjialou while yawning, he found that a group of people had been standing outside the door.
This group of people were dressed in rags, most of them had disheveled hair, their faces and hands were covered in thick dirt, and they had various ambiguous expressions on their faces. They stood silently at the door.
The first thing Li Si noticed was the knives they held in their hands. They were different from any other knives in Tang Dynasty. The blade was slender and had a slight curvature, which made the blade more suitable for chopping and also capable of thrusting.
As a person from another world, Li Si naturally recognized this kind of sword. It was a blade originating from an island country and was called a samurai sword.
After recognizing the knife, Li Si naturally guessed the identities of these people. It was not difficult to understand why such a group of people would appear in Mingzhou City, which was close to the coast.
Across the street, the strange old man's shop had also opened. He sat in the shop, silently looking at this group of people like Li Si.
For Wada Mori and others, this was their first official robbery, so they didn't want to rob those who were too rich, but they also didn't want to rob those who were too poor.
So small three-story buildings like Qianjialou naturally caught their attention.
There is no doubt that this kind of street near the city gate and with many connections is the best choice for robbery. It is convenient for retreat and hiding. If they act quickly, they may have left before the soldiers in the city react.
People on both sides were silent, making the street somewhat quiet.
"Hey." At this time, Li Si, who was standing in the door , chuckled, broke the silent silence, and spoke.
"Are you guests here to have a meal or stay overnight?"
"We." He Tianshou did not continue to look at Li Si, but lowered his head, put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and spoke in awkward Tang dialect.
"Robbery."
As these two words fell, Wada Mori drew his sword.
His sword was very fast. When it was unsheathed, there was a clanging sound and a dazzling light was left behind.
The blade flashed, reflecting the instantly ferocious face of Wada Mori and Li Si's still calm gaze, as if he was frightened.
Feel sorry.
He Tianshou silently recited these two words in his heart, and felt the blood in his body churning, and there seemed to be a breath of turbid air in his chest, which he could neither spit out nor swallow.
The knife in his hand was even faster. This was the only thing he could do, to be as fast as possible, to make the person in front of him feel no pain.
Fortunately, he has always been very confident in this regard, and his knife has always been very fast.
If he had not been born at the wrong time, he would not have been just a low-ranking warrior.
As he thought of this, Wada Mamoru swung the knife in his hand down.
At the moment the blade fell, inexplicably, Wada Mamoru recalled the first time he practiced sword under the guidance of his father.
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"Shou, you must remember that your sword must never fall on a person without a sword." In the memory, the tall figure who was often dressed in black said this.
"Yes, father, I remember it!" In the yard, a child was chopping a bamboo sword, letting the sweat on his face drip onto the ground, and he gave his answer solemnly.
"Heh." The tall figure smiled and asked, "Namori, do you know what Bushido is?"
The sword-wielding child was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and said in embarrassment: "Father, I don't know."
This time, the figure was silent for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and said in a dazed tone: "It's okay, let me tell you."
"The so-called Bushido is the way of dignity..."
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The blade was still falling, and as he thought about this, He Tianshou's face became even more ferocious.
The veins on his hands holding the knife were bulging, and his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to shout, but no sound came out.
He could only watch the blade fall, until finally, a long suppressed cry emanated from his dry mouth.
"ah!!!!"
The voice was hoarse, like the cry of pain of a person whose arm had been cut off, shouting out with all the strength in his body.
Wada Mamoru's eyes were bloodshot, without any clarity left.
What is the sword that will not fall on the swordless! What is the way of the samurai! What is the way of dignity! How much are these things worth, you bastard! !
