I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Looking at Kitahara who hastily bowed to him and apologized, Ogata's depressed mood caused by Kitahara's arrogant attitude just now dissipated a little.

He nodded slightly to show his acceptance of Bei Yuan's apology.

And after seeing Kitahara so conspicuously apologizing to Ogata in a timely manner, and seeing that Ogata didn't seem to pursue Kitahara's rude behavior anymore, the last big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Mr. Mashima." Naocho Ogata made a gesture of invitation, "I'm very sorry for keeping you waiting for us outside the gate of the museum for so long. Come on, let's enter the museum."

"It's okay. No need to apologize, I'm just here."

Ogata and Naoshu walked side by side towards the Quanbingkan.

The four young people who were in charge of receiving the visitors and who had gathered around Ogata just now to help Kitahara recovered from their shock.

One of them was very conspicuous and hurried forward to lead the way for Zhizhou and the others.

At this time, Beiyuan had straightened his waist and bowed and apologized to Ogata, staring blankly at Ogata who had already passed through the gate of the museum and was about to enter the museum.

——This guy...is really Mr. Isshiki's guest...? !

Until now, the cold reality before his eyes still makes Bei Yuan feel unbelievable.

Bei Yuan's brain was running fast at this moment.

He is now racking his brains to think: this guy wearing a bamboo hat, from his voice, is probably only about the same age as him. What kind of identity does he have to be treated so courteously by Isshiki Naoshu?

Is he a descendant of a high-ranking official? Or a descendant of a giant businessman?

Suddenly——Bei Yuan's body trembled violently, and his face turned pale.

He suddenly discovered something that made him break out in a cold sweat.

He was about the same age as him, and was treated so courteously by Isshiki Naoshu...

An unprecedented sense of crisis hit Bei Yuan's heart.

He quickly shifted his gaze, and subconsciously chased after Yishihua's figure.

However, his eyes could no longer catch up.

All the people in the One Color Sword Gym have already entered the Gym.

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"Mr. Mashima, let me introduce you." Naoki, who was walking side by side with Ogata, warmly helped Ogata introduce him, "This is my eldest son—One Color Rushui."

"Rushui, this is the hero I told you about: Goro Mashima."

"Mr. Mashima, it's our first time meeting." Rushui first bowed to Ogata and said hello, "The next time is Rushui, please give me your advice."

Ogata nodded gently in return: "It's the first time we meet, I'm Goro Mashima."

When Ogata was introducing himself, Rushui looked at Ogata quietly.

——Is he the Mashima Goro that his father said...

Because Naoshu and Isshiki kept tight-lipped about Ogata's true identity, Rushui naturally didn't know that the current "Japan's Most Wanted Criminal" was by his side.

Zhizhou only told Rushui: He invited a young samurai named "Mashima Goro" to watch the "Great Trial" with them, and when you see him, you must remember to be polite and not to him engage in any disrespectful behavior.

His name is Mashima Goro, and his father respects him for some reason—this is all the information Rushui knows about Ogata so far.

Rushui knew very little about Ogata, let alone the apprentices in the museum.

Walking behind Ogata, Naoshu, and all the apprentices of the Isshiki Sword Gym, they all looked at Ogata who could only see his back with curious and doubtful eyes.

"And this one..." Zhizhou turned his gaze to Isshiki at this moment, his expression slowly becoming weird, "This one... probably doesn't need my introduction."

"Long time no see, Mashima-san." Isshiki nodded to Ogata and said calmly.

At this time, Isshika was expressionless.

But when Isshika nodded and said hello to Ogata, Isshiki looked at Ogata, and the emotions contained in it became weird and complicated subconsciously.

The embarrassing scenes with Ogata in the bath before flashed in Isshika's mind...

And so is Ogata.

After seeing Isshiki, memory fragments composed of keywords such as Isshiki, bathing pool, etc., automatically popped up in Isshiki's mind, making Ogata's expression uncontrollably weird when looking at Isshiki.

"Hmm..." Ogata said softly, "Long time no see..."

The venue for holding the "big test" is the most spacious "No. 2 dojo" in the entire military hall.

After coming to the "No. 2 Dojo", the scene in the dojo made Ogata involuntarily let out a low exclamation.

It was the first time for Ogata to see such a spacious and luxurious dojo.

The dojo is so spacious that even if there are more than 50 people competing in it at the same time, it will not feel crowded at all.

In order to welcome the arrival of the "big test", the floor of the dojo was scrubbed so that people's shadows could be seen.

The ceiling and other places that are difficult to clean are all cleaned up.

In the fringe area of ​​the dojo, half of the seats have already been filled.

After entering the dojo, Ogata immediately felt countless eyes shooting towards them - most of them were aimed at Isshika sitting behind Ogata's side.

Ogata took a rough look, and the people who are staring at Isshiki now are basically young men.

They all looked at Yishihua with the same emotion in their eyes - fiery.

Facing the fiery gazes cast by these people, Yishihua didn't even move her eyebrows, as if she was used to it.

Young people are basically looking at Isshiki, while the elderly are basically looking at Ogata, who is very conspicuous because of wearing a bamboo hat and a face scarf, and at the same time cast a puzzled look .

"Huh? Mashima-kun?"

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly entered Ogata's ear from the side of Ogata.

"Shibata?" Ogata looked at the owner of the voice in surprise.

"Ah! It's really Mashima-kun!"

The owner of the voice—that is, the guard of the "No. 1 performer in Osaka" Hatsumitsu who had worked with Ogata for one night: Shibata was waving his hands vigorously at Ogata while showing a hearty smile. come running.

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At this very moment—

In the whole army building, somewhere in a remote corner where there is no one——

"An Yun-jun, let me confirm that you haven't forgotten the content of the new mission you received last night, have you?" A stern-looking young man asked a strong man in front of him who was constantly flexing his neck muscles. road.

This strong man called "An Yunjun" had a large horizontal scar on his forehead, and this large scar made his face a bit more ferocious.

"Remember." An Yun stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked the left corner of her mouth, "This new mission is my favorite type of mission...I will never forget it."

"Leave it to me with confidence."

An Yun stretched vigorously, showing a sinister smile.

"Master Toyotomi finally gave me some interesting tasks to do..."

"I was able to compose a wonderful prelude to the 'Osaka Spring Array'... I am really lucky. I chose to work for the 'Taige Tong' at the beginning, and I really chose the right one."

"Hanruo, after the 'big test match' starts, you should watch carefully from the audience."

At this moment, An Yun turned her gaze back to the stern young man in front of her.

"Look at how well I do my job."

The stern young man called "Prajna" nodded:

"I will look forward to your performance."

"You can make trouble as you like later."

"But remember—no matter what, you must ensure that you can be sent to Yang's house in Osaka."

"If you fail to achieve this most important goal, then all previous efforts will be wasted."

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Osaka, in a certain downtown——

"Ms. Machi! Look! This squid is so big!"

Azuki was very excited to show Acho the skewer of grilled squid the size of her entire face.

"Wow, it's really big. Where did you buy it?" Atachi, who was stuffing glutinous rice balls into his mouth, spoke a little vaguely because his mouth was full of glutinous rice balls.

"It's at the intersection over there." Azhu pointed to the intersection not far away, "There is a grilled squid stall over there, a skewer only costs 20 Wen, Miss A-cho, would you like to buy one and try it? ?”

"Well... I don't need it." After thinking for a moment, A-Ming shook his head, "Compared to grilled squid, I still prefer sweets, and I want to have more stomach to eat more sweet things."

After all, Ah Ding stuffed a whole string of glutinous rice dumplings into his mouth in one breath.

Both Acho and Azuki are lively girls.

There are still many places in Osaka that they haven't been to, but they are just idly dazed and wasting time in the hotel-this kind of thing, they can't do it.

Therefore, after Ogata rushed to Quanbingkan and prepared to participate in the "big test match", Acho and Azuki went out together, preparing to continue "exploring" in areas that had not been visited yet.

Since the two of them left the hotel, they stopped and stopped, ate and drank all the way, very happy.

"Miss A-Ming." A Zhu stuffed the huge grilled squid in his hand into his mouth, obviously the whole mouth was filled with squid, but he spoke without any ambiguity, "I just found out—— Go straight on this street, then turn right for 2 turns, and you will see a very lively Happy Street."

"There are many entertainers playing the piano, storytelling, and juggling on that street."

"This street is not very far from us, how about we go and see together now?"

Hearing the word "storytelling", A-Machi's eyes lit up immediately, and then he nodded vigorously without thinking:

"Okay, okay, let's go and see now."

While talking and laughing, the two of them strode towards the location of the Happy Street that A Zhu mentioned.

"Speaking of which—Miss A-machi." A Zhu swallowed the last mouthful of squid, "I have a question I've always wanted to ask you."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"Ou...ah, no, Mashima-sama doesn't have any religious beliefs, does he?"

"Ah? Why do you ask this suddenly?" A-cho cast a surprised look at A-Zhu.

"It's just a momentary curiosity, and I want to ask." A Zhu said, "After all, no matter who it is, they should have some respect for gods and Buddhas."

"But Mashima-sama doesn't seem to be like that."

"Before, when we went to Owari and passed through the Mikawa area, didn't we pass a deserted temple?"

"When passing by this temple, we spent the night in that deserted temple because it was going to be dark soon. Do you remember this?"

A-cho: "Hmm... I don't seem to remember clearly..."

"It's okay, just keep listening to me. Listen to me going on, and you will probably be able to recall this matter."

"There is still an old wooden Buddha statue enshrined in that temple." Azhu continued, "Both you and I saluted respectfully to that Buddha statue, but in the end only Mashima-sama ignored the Buddha statue. ..."

"But that's all."

"What Mashima-sama wants to do in the future is incredible..."

"When I was lighting a bonfire, I couldn't find any wood, so I couldn't light it for a long time."

"So Mashima-sama suggested smashing the wooden Buddha statue and using that wooden Buddha statue to light the fire..."

At this moment, A-Machi chuckled, and then said in a helpless tone:

"Ah, I remembered... I remembered everything, and it really happened."

"You spent a lot of effort trying to stop him..."

"That incident gave me a huge shock..." Azhu shrank his neck at this time, a little fear flashed across his face, "It's the first time I see someone who wants to smash the Buddha statue to start a fire people……"

"Although I'm not a Buddhist, I still think it's too presumptuous to smash Buddha statues to keep warm..."

"Afterwards, I tried to persuade Master Mashima, telling him that when dealing with gods and Buddhas, we should rather believe in what we have than believe in what we don't have."

"Revere the gods and Buddhas, see the images of the gods and Buddhas, worship more, and pray to the gods and Buddhas more, there will be no harm."

"Result! Machi-san, guess what Mashima-sama told me?"

"He smiled and said to me: If you often pray to the gods and Buddhas, you have to put your hands together frequently, so how can I hold the sword?"

"I think I'll remember this forever..."

"... Ah Yi really doesn't believe in any gods and Buddhas, so he can often do some inexplicable things." A Ding sighed softly, "So I'm a little accustomed to his behavior. "

"He's done a lot more exaggerated things."

"You know—I believe in Shinto."

While listening carefully, Azhu nodded in response: "Well, I know."

Through the details of A-cho's daily life, Azuki already knew that A-cho is a devout Shinto believer, and he is also very awed by Buddhism.

"Ayi, he knows that I believe in Shintoism, and he always tries to persuade me to wear a priestess costume... Said he wants to see me in a priestess costume."

After all, Ah-Ming put on a look of "powerless to complain".

As for Azhu, she couldn't help but said in a sullen tone at this time: "Miko clothes... non-clergy can't wear them indiscriminately, right? And what's so good about wearing them?"

A-Ming nodded: "That's right, that's why I just said that A-Yi often does some inexplicable things."

Speaking of which, A-Machi put on a joking tone:

"I once thought about it——Ayi, he might be able to become good friends with Oda Nobunaga, who has been dead for more than 200 years."

"After all, both of them can set a Buddha statue on fire without blinking an eye."

"Ah! It's Master Kiyosumi!"

"It's Master Qingcheng!"

At this time.

Just when A-Ming finished speaking, he and A-Zhu both heard an extremely noisy sound coming from the front.

Among these noisy sounds, there were cheers and shouts of "Master Qingcheng" in a respectful tone.

After looking at each other in dismay for a while, A-Ming and A-Zhu, who were puzzled in their hearts, quickened their pace a little and ran forward.

After running for about a hundred meters, the two saw—in the middle of the street ahead, there was a benevolent old monk in a brown cassock.

The old monk was surrounded by many people, and these people greeted the old monk warmly, while the old monk nodded and smiled at them one by one.

"Who is this monk?" Azhu was speechless, "Such a big fight..."

"Huh? Don't you know Master Kiyosumi?" A middle-aged man with a pimple face standing in front of A-Ming and A-Zhu turned his head and cast doubts at the two after hearing what A-Zhu just said. Sight.

"I don't know." A Zhu shook his head honestly, "Who is this Master Qingcheng? Why does he look very popular, so many people surround him to say hello to him... That Master Qingcheng was so Surrounded by many people, I feel like I can hardly walk..."

"This master Qingcheng is a famous living Bodhisattva here in Osaka." "Bumpy Face" showed a proud expression, "He is the abbot of Longshui Temple. Not only is Buddhism profound, he is also proficient in medical skills."

"As long as he has free time, he will go outside the temple to treat the poor for free. He is the savior of many people, so many people are very grateful to him."

"Master Qingcheng is probably going somewhere to treat the poor."

While listening to "pimple face" introduce this Master Qingcheng, Master Qingcheng had already passed not far from Ah Ding and the others.

When Master Kiyosumi walked past them shoulder to shoulder, A-Ming only felt a special, refreshing fragrance rushing towards her.

"What kind of smell is this..." A-Machi sniffed her lovely nose.

"Oh, this is the incense specially made by Master Qingcheng." "Bumpy Face" said, "In addition to being the abbot and doctor of the temple, Master Qingcheng is also an outstanding incense teacher."

"The scent you just smelled is his special incense. Does it smell good? This is the only scent in the world."

"Master Qingcheng often uses his special incense to make his clothes fragrant."

"It's a pity that Master Qingcheng's special incense doesn't last long. If this defect can be corrected, then this incense will be perfect."

Incense Taoism - one of the "elegant ways" in Japan, which is also known as ikebana and tea ceremony.

Making incense, smelling it, appreciating it—this is the incense master.

A-machi's background... To put it bluntly, she is a village girl with little self-cultivation, she can't even read Chinese characters, so she can't smell anything elegant and vulgar, only that the special incense made by Master Kiyosumi is really very good Smell, it's the smell that A-Machi likes.

A-Ming couldn't help but took a few deep breaths, tried to take a few more breaths of this pleasant smell, then turned his head to "pimple face" and asked:

"Does Master Qingcheng sell his special incense?"

"Uh...not this one." "Bumpy Face" shook his head, "Master Qingcheng never sells his incense."

"That's it..." A look of regret appeared on A-Ming's face, and then he took a few more breaths of the fragrance that had been weakened by Master Kiyosumi's departure.