The tip of Daishutian's sword is close to the throat of the "majestic warrior".

As long as Ogata is willing, he can easily pierce the throat of the "Majestic Samurai" by pushing the sword forward.

The "Majestic Warrior" who was pressed against the tip of Da Shitian's sword could clearly feel how sharp the sword was against his throat. Cold sweat began to break out from his forehead.

"Take the knife back, then sit back and wait patiently for the noodles."

Hearing Ogata's words, "Majestic Samurai" subconsciously wanted to scold Ogata.

But after opening his mouth, he couldn't spit out even half a word.

The cold and sharp touch that kept coming from his throat reminded him in a different way all the time...

Ka.

The "Majestic Warrior" with cold sweat on his face silently took back the blade that had been ejected from the sheath, and then took a cautious step back, away from the tip of Da Shitian's sword.

After confirming that Ogata had no intention of pursuing him, the "Majestic Samurai" returned to his own table with a still expression on his face, and then sat down again.

After the "Majestic Samurai" retreated, Ogata also slowly put down the sheath of the sword in his right hand and the Daishiten in his left hand, and then sheathed the sword.

Even though he had withdrawn from Ogata's attack range, the "Majestic Samurai" still looked frightened, with cold sweat still breaking out on his face.

Before he could sit still for a long time, the "Majestic Samurai" gritted his teeth, stood up again with a "hoo", and rushed out of the soba shop without even waiting for a meal.

No one present was surprised by the departure of the "Majestic Warrior".

After all, no matter who it is, after encountering this situation, there will definitely be no way to eat noodles calmly.

After seeing that the "Majestic Samurai" had left and no more conflicts would break out, everyone in the store breathed a sigh of relief.

While breathing a sigh of relief, some people - mainly those samurai who also owned sabers began to be bold and ridiculed the "majestic samurai" just now for not defending the honor of the samurai to the end and actually running away like this.

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Some people were even talking about why the "majestic samurai" didn't draw his sword just now. At such a distance, there was still a good chance that Ogata could use it before the tip of Ogata's sword pierced his throat.

The sword-drawing technique cut off Ogata's head - the people who said this were basically civilians without swords.

Although these people have deliberately lowered their voices, because Ogata and his gang of swordsman masters have much better hearing than ordinary people, Ogata and the others can still hear those people's comments about the "Majestic Samurai" quite clearly.

ridicule, ridicule.

"Ha." Asai sneered, "Those who asked why the idiot just now didn't draw the sword are really stupid. Anyone who has learned a little bit of swordsmanship can see that the idiot just now had no chance to draw the sword, right?

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Asai's assessment was not wrong.

Anyone who knows a little bit about swordsmanship can see it - Ogata's drawing method of pulling up the scabbard just now was extremely beautiful, clean and neat, without any unnecessary movements.

Just now, when Ogata used this extremely beautiful sword-drawing technique before the "Majestic Samurai" could use the sword-drawing technique, and pressed the tip of the sword against the "Majestic Samurai"'s throat, people who knew swordsmanship could see it - victory

The negative has been divided.

"That guy just now also knows how to assess the situation."

Yuan Yi interrupted at this time.

"After seeing that I was no match for Ogata-kun, I put my sword away and left."

"Having a level of swordsmanship that clearly shows the difference between myself and Ogata-kun, and the courage to run away with my tail between my legs. That guy just now can be considered a malleable talent."

"Is that kind of person considered a malleable talent?" Makimura raised his eyebrows.

"Of course." Yuan Yi smiled, "In my eyes, all people who are not limited to the so-called 'samurai glory' are malleable talents."

"Only those who can advance and retreat and are not bound by the so-called 'glory' have the opportunity to become a hero."

"Look at the great swordsmen such as Nobutsuna Kamizumi, Ishishusai Yagyu, and Musashi Miyamoto who have left a mark on history books. Which one is that pedantic?"

While Genichi was explaining to Makimura in a preachy tone why he thought the guy just now was a malleable talent, Shimada, who was sitting next to Ogata, was looking at Ogata with admiration.

"Ogata-sama, what's the name of the method you used to draw the sword just now?" Shimada said, raising his hands and imitating Ogata's method of drawing the sword just now.

"It doesn't have a name." Ogata shrugged, "It's just a technique that I accidentally discovered by myself in the past to draw a sword with only a small movement."

Although the system can help Ogata improve his physical fitness and swordsmanship at a speed that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

But the system cannot help Ogata get anything.

That is experience against the enemy.

The sword-drawing technique just now was a sword-drawing technique that Ogata figured out on his own when he escaped from the Hirose Clan and was chased by various bounty hunters who were interested in his head.

Hold the knife with the sheath in one hand, raise the knife up, and while pointing the blade at the enemy, quickly pull up the sheath with the other hand.

This sword-drawing technique has a very small range of action, so it is very suitable for use in places where there is insufficient space on the left and right, but there is plenty of space up and down - such as in narrow alleys.

When Shimada was actively asking for advice on the key points of the sword-drawing technique, the middle school girl who had been made difficult by the "Majestic Samurai" just now walked quickly towards the table where Ogata and others were holding a large dinner plate.

On the dinner plates were placed the noodles and drinks ordered by the six of them.

Kneeling respectfully at the table where Ogata and others were sitting, and placing the bowls of soba noodles on the plates on the table, the middle school girl whispered to Ogata in a grateful tone:

"Master Samurai, thank you very much just now."

"You're welcome." Ogata responded without hesitation, "It's just a trivial matter."

"I used to work at an izakaya."

"So I really hate people who make trouble when eating or drinking."

"I just did something that I often do before."

"Huh?" Yuan glanced at the number of wine bottles on the dinner plate, "I remember we didn't order that much wine."

"The extra wine is a thank you gift from the store manager. Please accept it."

"Hoho~~" Yuan Yi grinned, "Thank you. Then we'll be welcome."

"Master Gendai." Mamiya said with a bitter smile, "Don't drink too much."

"Don't worry." Yuan Yi waved his hand, "This kind of sake can't get me drunk."

After putting the last bowl of noodles on the table, the female middle school student sighed softly, and then complained softly:

"It was actually the second time today that ronin caused trouble..."

"At noon today, there was also a ronin who caused trouble because the soup was too hot."

"Sigh... I feel like there have been a lot more ronin gathering in Edo lately..."

Hearing these words from the girls' middle school, Ogata raised an eyebrow.

Because he suddenly remembered what he had overheard from a woman when he found this soba shop.

"There have been so many ronin here in Edo recently. Is it because there are some festivals or activities being held here?" Ogata asked.

"I don't know the details..." the middle school girl said softly, "I rarely pay attention to these things... but I have heard that we in Edo seem to be holding some kind of 'Ozen Trial Match'."

"'Ozen Trial Combination'?" Ogata repeated the unfamiliar name, "Trial Combination...is it some kind of competitive activity? A sword show? Or a knowledge contest?"

After hearing the word "Trial Combination", the first word that came to Ogata's mind was the "God Sacrifice Martial Arts" he had participated in before in Hirose Domain, commonly known as the "God Sacrifice Competition".

This word seemed to be an unfamiliar word to the surrounding Mamiya and others, and like Ogata, they all cast doubtful glances at the girls' middle school.

"I don't know the specifics..." After saying this in an apologetic tone, the middle school girl bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I still have a lot to deal with, so I'm sorry."

"Yes." Ogata nodded, "I'm sorry for taking you so long. You should go about your business first."

After the middle school girl quickly left with her dinner plate in her arms, everyone focused their attention on Shimada, who was born and raised in Edo.

"Shimada," Makimura said, "please explain. What is the 'Gozen Trial Match'?"

"I don't know either..." Shimada shook his head in confusion, "This is also the first time I've heard of this..."

"It seems that there are a lot of new activities in Edo recently." Mamiya said softly.

"...I'm a little interested in this 'imperial trial match'." Yuan Yi grinned, "The name is very interesting when you hear it."

"Then let's go get some information." Makimura grabbed a bottle of sake on the table.

"Where do you plan to go to get information?" Asai asked.

"I noticed it just now - the guests at the second table to the west speak with Kyoto accents."

Ogata and others turned their heads and looked at the second table on the west side.

Sitting at the small table were four young men dressed as civilians, chatting animatedly about something.

As soon as everyone turned their attention to the guests at the table, Makimura strode towards the guests carrying the bottle of sake and a wine glass.

After quickly walking to the table of guests, Makimura naturally squeezed into the gap between two of the four guests at the table.

"Hey, let me tell you, you are from Kyoto, right?"

After sitting down, Makimura greeted the four people at the table in a standard Kyoto dialect.

Anyone would be startled when an extremely muscular stranger suddenly squeezed into their table.

The four people at this table were first frightened so much that their whole bodies shook, and then they looked at Makimura up and down with curious eyes.

Seeing that Makimura was not carrying any weapons, only carrying a bottle of wine and a wine glass in his hand, with a cheerful smile, and speaking in a Kyoto accent that was extremely friendly to them, the four people slowly lowered their guard.
To be continued...