Zuocun rubbed his eyes.

"Ah, is the sun already so high?"

The wandering warriors have very little things to bring.

A little bit of money is used for turnover, a piece of Wu clothes is used for replacement, and a little bit of dry food is used for filling the abdomen, which is enough.

The wandering samurai is different from the samurai who serves people. If a real wandering samurai wants to temper his own samurai, these people are like ascetics, honing their sword skills in the sleepy conditions and harsh environments.

Swish-

Zuocun Annuo pulled out the knife.

When he left the test hall, there was a battle with Okita Mainji.

Although the battle ended with a draw, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zuocun had a little upper hand.

Of course, the gap between him and Okita Soji is very small. If there is another battle, the ending will be hard to say.

But the knife that decided the ending...

Kondo Shusuke asked him to find his good teacher, but Zuomura had no idea.

Think about the famous schools in the world now, the Shendao Wuming Liu, the Beichen Yidao Liu, etc., either the distance is extremely far or no longer recruits disciples.

But when I recalled that knife repeatedly, a arrogant thought appeared in Zuocun Annuo's heart.

Zuocun frowned when he placed the knife in front of him.

After twisting his feet slightly, Zuocun jumped on the spot.

call out--

The blade was raised, and Zuocun rolled from a high place to the ground.

Tsk.

Frown.

I can't reproduce the feeling of that day.

If it's just this level, how...

Create your own genre.

"Come again!" Zuocun gritted his teeth and jumped up again.

He regarded this dilapidated small shrine as his temporary residence. He ate some snow when he was thirsty, and went to the river to catch fish when he was hungry. Moreover, some wild vegetables could be found next to this unfreezing river.

Half a month passed in a flash.

Zuocun's swordsmanship has no foundation, he just swung his sword based on his feelings.

However, it is precisely because of this that Zuocun, who is born with swords, will not be so difficult to create his own sword technique.

These days, in your spare time, the young warriors will also think about what the name is better if they really create their own swordsmanship.

After thinking about it, when a little bird covered in snow fell on the top of the shrine, Zuocun smiled and named his swordsmanship.

Birds flow.

First, it is derived from Zuocun’s own love for birds, and second, Zuocun always jumps up when using a sword, like a flying bird.

Zuocun’s own definition of the hundreds of bird flow is a top-down slash.

Zuocun himself is flexible and very jumping. He can even jump three meters high if he is strong.

Very outrageous.

"Uh--aaaaaaa!!!"

Click—

Scream-

Zuocun held the knife in both hands, panting heavily, maintaining a swaying knife downwards.

A big tree that was as thick as an adult's waist was cut off by him.

"Success! Success!" Zuocun was a little excited.

But I don't have time to be happy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh--"

A scream came.

"What, what's going on, the tree is going to hit me!!"

"Help--"

Zuocun's pupils shrank.

Take off on the spot and see where the tree falls.

"The first knife of the birds flowing—"

Zheng--!

The tree that had already been cut down was cut into two pieces again. Among them, Annuo Zuocun stepped on the part of the tree canopy and then kicked his feet.

Half of the big tree flew towards the other side, while Zuocun fell to the ground due to reaction force.

"Uh!!!" A scream came from Zuocun's mouth.

Beneath the thick snow... is a sharp rock hidden.

And now, this stone has pierced into Zuocun's butt...

Zuocun quickly got up, and his eyes were filled with tears and pulled the sharp stone off his left buttocks.

"Ah, it hurts!" Zuocun rubbed his wound while sucking in the cold air.

Oh, it seems to be bleeding...

What to do? I don't seem to have any measures to deal with it...

"Well, are you okay?" A young male voice came from the side.

Zuocun covered his butt and turned his head to look.

Is it a... blonde foreigner?

"You seem to be injured, I'll take a look." The blonde foreigner spoke fluently in Japanese and looked at Anno Zuomura with concern, "I'm a doctor, I can help you."

"That..." Zuocun blushed.

This...the wound appears in that awkward place...

"Please don't be shy. Let me check the wound first. Although the weather is very cold now, if the wound is not treated as soon as possible, it will still be possible to be contagious." The foreign doctor's eyes were very clear and he looked at Zuocun seriously, "Please believe me, this is also my thanks for saving my life."

"Oh? Then, that's OK."

............

Anno Zuomura had a bandage wrapped around his butt, and he leaned on the wooden floor of the shrine in an extremely indecent position.

"That, thank you..." Zuocun sighed and stood up.

"No need to thank you." The foreign young man smiled, "Save death and help the wounded is the duty of a doctor, and you have saved my life."

It was already dark at this time, and the two of them set a small fire at the entrance of the shrine, and snow was already falling outside.

"This is windy and snowy, why do you, a foreigner, appear here? And you don't have weapons on your body." Zuocun gently rubbed his wounds and looked at the foreign youth.

"I am a doctor, and I am just practicing medicine now." The young man held his hands behind him. "I did not come to Japan with the black ship, but to this country two years before the black ship arrived."

"As for weapons, I still have one." The young man took out something from his backpack.

The black tube followed by the wooden handle, and the black hole made Zuocun feel sweating.

"...Mustgun." He looked at the things in the hands of the foreign youth seriously.

"Ahh, please don't be nervous. That thing is just for self-defense and you won't use it normally." The young man saw Zuocun had put on the hilt of the knife, so he quickly put away his pistol to show his friendliness.

"..." Zuocun quietly put his hand off the hilt.

"Actually, the tree that fell to you during the day was cut down by me." Zuocun's expression was a little low.

"I guessed it." The foreign young man smiled, "The tree will not fall down for no reason. When I was helping you with the wound, I noticed the cut of the tree, which was extremely smooth. I guess you must be a swordsman with great strength."

"No, I'm just a person with the original intention." Zuocun was not proud, but just said expressionlessly.

"...My name is Annuo Zuocun, and he is a swordsman who is practicing." Zuocun stretched out his hand to the foreign youth, "But we met in this way, can we tell me your name?"

Foreign youth are not surprised at all.
Chapter completed!