Reed name, Reed Plains.

The screams and clashing sounds from the tower have completely subsided.

Only the flames in the inner palace were still wildly devouring everything about Ashina.

"In the end, I still couldn't achieve anything."

"However, Long Yin will definitely be able to save this country... In this way, Ashina's long night will finally usher in the dawn!"

Ashina Genichiro said something that even he himself did not believe. He held the handle of the Black Immortal Sword with both hands and pressed the cold blade against his neck. A pair of tired eyes stared blankly ahead.

The second before the blade cut into the side of his neck, Genichiro's short life flashed before his eyes, and in it, he saw his young self.

...

Nine-year-old Genichiro became an orphan living in the city because his parents, brothers and friends were all killed by internal samurai.

That day, he accidentally discovered that his enemy had come to town and was having a celebration dinner with his friends.

After his enemy got drunk, Genichiro sneaked into his temporary hotel room at night and killed him with his gun.

He slashed the opponent more than a dozen times until his flesh and blood were reduced to a bloody mass.

But he made so much noise that these drunkards were awakened.

Finally, Genichiro was discovered by his companion sleeping in the same room and arrested.

"It's really despicable to sneak up on a sleeping samurai."

"If you want to kill someone, at least look him in the eye!"

"My parents deserve to be killed for raising a scum like you!"

Just as the angry warriors took him to the courtyard and wanted to kill him, the door of the next room suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with a pale face and a strong imposing manner walked out of it.

"In this case, I will definitely look you in the eye."

Genichiro didn't see anything clearly, he only heard the sound of four long swords cutting through the air, and all four samurai fell down.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of sheathing the sword sounded in Genichiro's ears.

Genichiro was not afraid at all, but his eyes were curiously staring at the man who helped him up.

"Isshin Ashina." Isshin introduced himself, and then accurately stated what Ichiro was thinking, "I saw you hiding nearby during the day, so I moved in here. I knew then that you had made up your mind not to

I plan to live. If I guess correctly, you are doing it for revenge."

Genichiro lowered his eyes and remained silent.

First, he has no good impression of samurai. In today's troubled times, everyone with a sword is a murderer like him. The man in front of him can quickly kill four samurai, so he must be the best among samurai.

Second, although this man saved him, he didn't need his help at all.

"Are you still not planning to live anymore?"

Isshin once again exposed Genichiro's thoughts, making him a little irritated.

Genichiro said coldly: "The great revenge has been avenged. There is nothing more for me to do."

Maybe it would be a good idea to follow his parents and younger brothers.

But if you kill someone, you may only go to hell.

"Are you Mingwei?"

"Um."

"How old are you this year?"

"Almost ten years old."

Ashina Yishin praised with some appreciation: "Then you look very tall."

Genichiro remembered that his family and friends used to praise him like this, and he immediately responded angrily: "But no matter how tall a kid is, what's the use? When my family needs me, I can only hide and live an ignoble existence."

"A person's body is a gift from God, and his life's experiences naturally have their purpose. Combining the two, you can see what he should do. Of course, you have to wait until he grows up to a suitable time."

Ashina Yishin said slowly: "Ashina there are hundreds of thousands of people with the same fate as you. They can't avenge their families and can only hide everywhere because they are not as tall as you, nor do they have the courage and courage you have.

Determination. And what you are killing is not an ordinary bandit, but an internal government official.

A senior samurai who once beheaded many people, but he died in the hands of a child. If you say killing is a talent, it may not be auspicious, but if you say it is a talent to protect your family, it is logical.

Yes. And you have this rare talent."

Genichiro glanced at the gun on Isshin's waist: "Even if you use despicable methods to kill someone?"

"Whether the method of killing is legitimate or not, then during the time you hesitate, more people who need your protection will die. Although I carry a sword, I am not a samurai. As you can tell from my name, I used to

I am a monk, and Yixin is my dharma name. It was not until I heard that my homeland had fallen that I picked up a sword and finally knew my true talent. But by then, I was already thirty years old. So I practiced sword killing.

, just to win, never caring about the rules of the samurai."

Ashina squatted down and was eye level with Genichiro, "Besides, killing is killing. This is obviously an evil deed that even gods and Buddhas despise. Where is the difference between justice and despicability?"

Genichiro was a little moved, but then he lowered his head, "But I have no family anymore, and there is no one I need to protect."

"As long as you treat the entire Ashina family as your home, all Ashina people are our family."

Ashina said heartily, "You are also my family, so I will protect you. One day, I will also need your protection. Well, your name is..."

"Taro, my name is Taro."

Genichiro raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with tears.

"Since you have killed someone, you should have an adult name."

Ashina pretended to be thinking, and after thinking for a while, he asked: "What did your family do before?"

"My father is a hunter." Genichiro wiped away his tears, "He is Ashina's best hunter."

"Since you are the eldest son in the family (Taro), you must know how to use a bow and arrow."

Seeing Genichiro nod, Ashina Isshin smiled and said, "Since you can use a bow, let me call you Genichiro. I can see that you don't like swords, so from now on, you will be Ashina's number one shooter."

If you don’t have a surname, just do what I do and take this country as your surname."

"Yes, Grandpa!" Since he and Isshin Ashina had the same surname and were said to be family members, Genichiro hit the snake with a stick and called him Grandpa.

"Hahaha!" Isshin Ashina not only wasn't angry, but laughed happily, "Since you call me grandpa, then Genichiro, let's make a deal. I will take Ashina's name from now on, but you will protect it.

ah!"

"yes!"

"That's it!"

...

【Sorry, grandpa.】

Genichiro wanted to cry, but because of the drug he had taken, he was unable to do so.

[Ashina asked you to capture it, and now I want you to protect it...]

[If it were you back then, you would surely be able to easily do things that I couldn’t do. 】

[Sorry, my grandson still failed to fulfill his original promise after all...]

[If possible, I will repay your kindness in the next life. 】

[However, people like me can no longer be considered human and will definitely go to hell——]

【We may never see each other again, grandpa.】

...

After reminiscing, Kuro's ninja appeared in front of Genichiro again. The other person's eyes were as tired and determined as his, and he seemed to be planning to give up something important.

The wolf, so similar to him, is an enemy that he cannot defeat at all.

He is obviously the one with the talent to kill.

The blade penetrated the flesh, and the blood spread like cherry blossoms.

"Farewell, Ashina."

However, the darkness lasted only a moment.

The next moment, Genichiro found a huge square in front of him. In the center of the square was the familiar field of reeds.

And standing on the reed plain was none other than Kuro's wild dog, and Ashina Isshin was emerging from his own body!

Just when Genichiro didn't know what was going on, he heard a voice: "Zhenyilang died again. Let me tell you, as long as a simple soldier like Xianyilang is beaten for one round, he will be able to pass by casually."

Just give me a chop and I lose."

Genichiro couldn't make a sound and could only watch the scene in front of him silently.

"Please click here to take a guess and see how many minutes it will take for the anchor to have a prosperous day today!"

The noisy voice sounded again, "Remind you, this is the anchor's 80th show!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Genichiro saw Isshin on the screen and said, "This is my poor grandson's last wish."
To be continued...