I became a girl group idol for my sister.

I don't know when it started, but most people have forgotten about the shrine that used to be built in this place.

Over time, the shrine has become quite dilapidated. The original red torii gate has long since lost its color. If there is anything that is still relatively clean, it is the ground, which is kept quite clean.

Unable to find a place to stay, the ronin stayed next to the shrine, leaning against the eaves to protect himself from the possible rain.

Just then, a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old was walking towards the shrine with a basket in her hand.

"Ah, it's the samurai!"

The girl cried out happily when she saw the ronin. She immediately walked over and looked at the silent woman who was holding her sword, completely ignoring the woman's cold attitude.

"Sir Samurai, what are you doing here? If you have nowhere to stay, would you like to stay at my place? Although the house is a bit run-down, it's still better than here."

After saying that, she put the basket aside and bent down to start arranging the offerings in front of the shrine.

"If you disturb the gods, they will be unhappy."

The ronin remained silent, simply closing his eyes to rest.

"Alright, since the deity sees that you can only stay here for the time being, he should agree, right? After all, the deity is very kind." The girl rambled on, as if talking to herself, but she was indeed speaking to the ronin: "By the way, have you eaten?"

There was still no answer.

"If you haven't eaten, I can give you some~"

The girl said with a smile.

The ronin woman opened her eyes and looked at the woman who had been talking incessantly to her.

"Haven't you eaten? I have some flatbread and water here. If you want to eat, please thank the deity first, since this was originally an offering to the deity."

The ronin samurai patted his stomach, which was empty. There was nothing to hunt here, and it was getting late. He had originally planned to get through the night and find something to eat the next day, but now this woman in front of him was telling him that there was food.

She stood up, looked at the shrine next to her, and then slowly bowed to it before looking at the woman.

Seeing this, the woman smiled happily, took out two flatbreads from her hands, and handed them to the other person.

Then he took out the last piece of dough and placed it in front of the shrine.

I took a small bite and found that the pancake tasted pretty good and was quite soft, making it easy to eat.

Having taken someone else's things, he naturally felt embarrassed to remain silent any longer, so the ronin spoke up.

What are you going to do with these spoiled flatbreads?

"These? I have some chickens and a dog at home. I'll prepare them a little, boil them in water, and feed them to them." The woman smiled and sat down beside her. "Are you really not coming to my house? You're a woman, Samurai-sama, and I'm a woman too. There's no need to be shy."

The ronin frowned slightly.

"Is this how you usually deal with people? Letting just anyone into your house? You might not even know how you died."

"Really? But this is the first time I've met someone like you, Samurai-sama. You're not a bad person, are you? Otherwise, you could have just taken the offerings from the shrine, or forced the villagers to give you a place to stay, or even food. But you've come here avoiding other people. I think you're a good person."

"I'm not a good person..." the ronin muttered, glancing around at the clean ground. "Did you clean this?"

"Well, everyone doesn't come here anymore, but I used to play around here when I was a kid, so I thought I'd come and clean it up from time to time. Sometimes when I'm unhappy, I'll come and chat with the gods. After telling the gods what's bothering me, I feel much better."

As she spoke, she laughed and stuck out her tongue.

"The gods must find this very annoying, since I often come to them with troublesome matters."

"Alright, I'll be going now, or it'll be completely dark." Standing up, the girl extended another invitation: "Are you really not coming, Samurai-sama? There's some shelter from the wind over there!"

She gently shook her head, then hugged her sword again and closed her eyes to rest.

Seeing this, the girl stopped inviting him and chose to leave.

"Crack!"

After Yamazaki Ryosuke finished shouting, he called Miyamoto Sei and Momohara Miko to watch the recording together. Watching the interaction between the two in the video, it was a story between a cold samurai and a friendly girl. Seeing the changing expressions of Momohara Miko and the tone of her voice, Miyamoto Sei felt a little emotional.

Although her acting skills are not yet outstanding, they have improved significantly compared to last time. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that her level has doubled. It's clear that she has indeed put in a lot of training in her acting skills these days. At this level, filming this movie will be no problem at all.

Moreover, even though it was just a short role, Momohara Miko clearly made a concerted effort to read the entire script and had her own understanding of the character. This made her performance feel real, rather than just acting.

"Great job, you two! This scene was fantastic; you really brought out their different personalities perfectly!" Yamazaki Ryosuke praised the two after watching it once. "I'm getting more and more excited for the final product. Let's take a short break, and then we'll continue filming in ten minutes!"

After everyone had rested, Yamazaki Ryosuke whispered to Momohara Miko, "Your acting skills can still be improved, but don't rush it. Just improve slowly. Watch clips of world-class actors and see how they act. Of course, you can also try different kinds of life. Life experience itself is of great help to the realism of your acting."

"Thank you, Director Yamazaki. I will do my best."

"Well, good luck. If this movie is a success, you'll probably receive a lot of offers for TV series and movies, especially TV series."

"That's great. Although the company was willing to pay for the filming, it's only when others come to me to invite me to film TV series that it shows I'm valued."

"The former is for promotion, while the latter is to acknowledge that your strength can bring them benefits. Indeed, the latter shows that you are doing better in the entertainment industry."

"By the way, director, after my scenes are finished, I want to stay on set."

"Hmm? Stay on site?"

"I want to continue to see how it's filmed, as a way of learning."

“Okay, as long as you don’t have any work on your end, you can come to the site anytime.”

"Thank you, director."

On the other side, Miyamoto Sei held the sword in his hand, then drew it, sheathed it, drew it again, sheathed it again.

The feel of a prop knife is somewhat different from that of a real knife. In order to make the movements as perfect as possible, it is necessary to let the body adapt to the weapon.

"She's really hardworking. If I remember correctly, she has a performance tomorrow, right? Is it okay for her to be so late?" Momohara Miko said.

"They said she'd rest in the morning and go to the performance in the afternoon, but the filming is going well today, so maybe we can finish early. That way, she can rest as much as she can before the deadline," Yamazaki Ryosuke said. "After all, we have our own driver, so she can sleep in the car when we take her home."

“She could have continued pursuing acting, which would have given her more time to rest, but she definitely won't give up her idol career, and there's no point in trying to persuade her.” Yamazaki Ryosuke said, glancing at his watch; their rest time was almost up. “Alright, let's get ready to film the next scene. Props, get ready!”

The water trucks are all ready, and there are even sprinklers, all prepared to create a rain scene. Clearly, the next scene will be a battle in the pouring rain!

Chapter Seventeen: The Unrestrained Sakura

A rainy night is the beginning of a massacre.

When the silent ronin arrived at the village, there was no one left alive. The woman who had been bringing him food these past few days and who couldn't stop eating was lying in the mud, her blood mixed with rainwater. And the man who killed her was pulling the murder weapon out of her neck.

"Are there still people alive?"

The man turned around and looked at the woman who was standing silently in the rain.

He glanced at the weapon in the woman's hand, a look of disdain flashing across his face.

"Do you think you can scare us just by holding a weapon?"

He wore a smile, clearly extremely proud, and flicked the long blade in his hand, splattering blood from the blade onto the ground, where it was washed away by the rain.

Without a word, her hand was already on the hilt of the knife, and the woman strode forward, faster and faster.

The arrogant man showed interest and immediately raised his weapon. Seeing the woman baring her teeth and claws as she attacked him, he felt a surge of excitement.

Then, a flash of light appeared.

His swung knife failed to hit his opponent, not even reaching halfway, and he was already slashed open.

This was an extremely fatal cut, slashing from his abdomen to his chest. Blood immediately flowed out, and the intense pain robbed him of his strength at that moment.

Then, the second blow came.

The second cut was a horizontal slit, slicing open his throat, and then the man collapsed to the ground.

"There's someone here!"

"Quickly! The wealthy man has been murdered!"

The ronin's figure was spotted by the others who were scavenging in the village. Shouting and yelling, several people quickly ran out. One of them, who looked better dressed than the others and even wore light armor, glanced at the dead tycoon, then looked at the woman and said, "You're quite strong. Want to come to my side?"

He seemed completely unconcerned about his dead men.

The ronin raised his weapon without saying a word.

Her eyes spoke volumes about her attitude at that moment.

"Is that so? Since you're so eager to die, then go ahead and die!"

As soon as the leader finished speaking, several henchmen rushed forward, brandishing their weapons.

But as expected, these people were all knocked down in the blink of an eye and became corpses on the ground.

The sudden loss of several men made the previously composed man tense up. He gripped his weapon and stared intently at the woman in front of him.

I have enough strength myself, how could I be afraid of such a person?

He thought to himself, and moved his feet slightly, trying his best to keep a certain distance from the other person.

Just when he thought he could hold out for a while, the woman in front of him suddenly accelerated. In almost an instant, she had rushed in front of him, so close that she could hit him with a single swing of her knife.

So he swung his knife.

Then, the knife missed its target.

The opponent was incredibly fast, disappearing the instant she swung her knife. She moved with an extremely cunning move to the man's side, and with her movement, the knife sliced ​​open his side.

"You...you will definitely die at our hands..." The man clutched his wound, knelt on one knee, and as he finally collapsed and breathed his last, he uttered his final words: "Don't think you can...escape the Black Wolf Society's pursuit..."

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard. In the darkness, a dark figure rode away at an extremely fast speed.

Clearly, they were accomplices of these robbers!