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Chapter 100 The Legend of the Big Guy?

Yingshui Kingdom, Port: "I am Kiyono Genichiro, here to welcome you all on the orders of Lord Hojo. May I ask who your leader is...?"

Among the samurai, Kiyono Genichiro looked at the group of stern and capable Imperial Guards, took a step forward, lowered his posture, and greeted them.

After all, he didn't want to offend the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who might be a rival to Lord Hojo Masanobu for the time being.

"It's me." A voice sounded from behind.

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards, gripping their embroidered spring knives, stepped aside, but their eyes remained warily fixed on the warriors.

At the slightest sign of trouble, they would draw their swords to ensure the safety of the commander.

Mo Lan led Matsudaira Shigeaki up from behind, followed by Ji Yunting and two others.

Other members of the Imperial Guards had already changed out of their flying fish uniforms to adapt to the humid and rainy climate of the Japanese archipelago, but Mo Lan did not.

This undoubtedly made his position even more obvious and prominent.

"Are you the unit responsible for the support?" Mo Lan asked in fluent Japanese.

At the same time, his gaze swept over Kiyono Genichiro, estimating the other party's danger level to be around 3.5.

He was on par with Ji Yunting and the other two.

"you....?"

Genichiro Kiyono was slightly taken aback.

He stared at Mo Lan's eyes for a long time before realizing that he, as a general, was behaving inappropriately.

He then bowed slightly and asked, "May I ask how you are addressed, sir?"

"Blue Dream," Mo Lan replied casually, while mentally calculating the possible attacks that might come next.

"Blue Dream...Does it mean a grand dream like the azure sky? It's truly a wonderful name."

Kiyono Genichiro suddenly sighed to himself.

He came from a noble samurai family, so naturally he knew more about Confucian culture than many lower-ranking samurai and wandering knights.

At the same time, he also longed for the kind of life where he could find kindred spirits amidst mountains and flowing water, and often felt weary of the current chaotic world.

Qi Xiu nudged Fang Huai Ren quietly: "Old Fang, what's that little brat muttering? Is he secretly cursing our Commander?"

Fang Huai-ren's father was a businessman in Ningbo Prefecture in his early years, so he was one of the few among the three who knew a little Japanese.

Upon hearing this, Fang Huai-ren's expression was complicated: "He didn't curse, but I don't think this guy is a good person."

Ji Yunting shrugged in front of him: "If it's just him, I can handle it."

Mo Lan ignored their discussion, but glanced at No Genichiro with a puzzled look. This guy seemed to know quite a lot.

"Ah, sorry, I was just lost in thought." Kiyomoto Genichiro snapped out of his reverie, then turned to the side: "Please, Lady Aomeng, we can rest at the port for a while."

Mo Lan did not refuse. He turned around and instructed the garrisoned sailors to take turns in two shifts, one in front and one behind, to prevent anyone from stealing the ship.

Afterwards, he and his men took a short rest at a requisitioned restaurant in the port.

Mo Lan felt that he needed a more detailed map before heading to Kyoto, so he asked Matsudaira Shigeaki to find one for him.

Matsudaira Shigeaki also wanted to curry favor with him, so he quickly brought out a map that was much more detailed than the one drawn by the Ming Dynasty decades ago.

Genichiro Kiyono then removed his helmet and approached the table where Mo Lan was sitting: "The journey must be tiring, Lady Lan Meng. Would you like to have a meal here before continuing our journey?"

"Also, we have a general who has gone outside town. Could we wait for him to return before setting off?"

Mo Lan didn't rush to answer; instead, she looked at Kiyono Genichiro's head with great interest.

"I thought you all had shaved heads under your helmets."

Upon hearing this, Kiyono Genichiro said with a hint of helplessness, "Well... to be honest, I think the chonmage hairstyle that has been passed down from the Heian period is a bit too outdated."

What he said was already quite tactful.

In reality, Genichiro Kiyono just thought the shaved head was too damn ugly, and besides, as his strength increased, he no longer needed the cooling function of the shaved head.

He wasn't the only one who thought so.

By the time of the Warring States period, the chonmage hairstyle was almost exclusively worn by low-ranking bandits and samurai, becoming a symbol of weakness.

After all, how could a true strongman be afraid of the mere heat above his head?

I agree with your opinion.

Mo Lan then steered the conversation back to the main topic: "Also, who is that general you mentioned?"

This is actually a conversation technique: by first changing the subject and then bringing it back, you always maintain control of the conversation.

When it comes to scheming, Kiyono Genichiro, a Sengoku period warrior and a naive young man, is naturally no match for Mo Lan.

Therefore, when Mo Lan asked, he told her everything.

"That general, who calls himself Fujino, is a subordinate recently recruited by Hojo Masanobu. He has a mysterious background and is extremely powerful."

Based on Kiyono Genichiro's description, Mo Lan vaguely felt that the general was probably one of the players, but it was still uncertain whether he was friend or foe.

The name Fujino sounded somewhat familiar to him. Could he be someone from the Fujino Group?

Just then, someone pushed open the door of the restaurant and entered. The fact that he could pass the facial recognition of the doorman made his identity self-evident.

Mo Lan also sensed the extraordinary aura emanating from the other party.

So he turned his head slightly and looked at the blond youth who had walked into the tavern.

"Um?"

When Fujino Seiran saw Mo Lan, he was clearly stunned for a moment. Then he stood still and scratched his head.

hiss...

When people are in an awkward situation, they always seem to be very busy, which carries a hint of helplessness and confusion.

Hey bro, how come I keep running into you here?

Even after I went back to my hometown, you still kept chasing me.

"Hey, long time no see."

Mo Lan was the first to raise her hand, breaking the silence between the two.

Fujino Seiran's eye twitched: "Where is Kuzu?"

"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence, let alone a player," Mo Lan said with a smile.

It's worth mentioning that players of the game of fate have their own cognitive biases; their discussions about other players are automatically rationalized by the people in the instance.

"How could I not recognize you? I'm not face-blind salmon!" Fujino Seiran retorted speechlessly, and simply sat down opposite Mo Lan.

By now, they've become old acquaintances.

"Before you arrived, I scouted the area and didn't find any other players lying in ambush. They're probably hiding on some other route."

"That's a pity," Mo Lan sighed softly.

What the hell are you regretting?! Can't you be serious for once?!

Fujino Seiran blushed slightly, but she held it in.

Meanwhile, Kiyono Genichiro realized that Ai Meng seemed to know Fujino Seiran!

Hey, look at how this was done.

Fortunately, although Fujino Seiran is rather arrogant and haughty, he still has the basic qualities of a player.

Since we've been assigned as temporary allies, let's cooperate for now and deal with anything else later.

The reason why players have developed this habit is due to the game's terrible matchmaking system.

Fujino Seiran considered himself to be quite skilled, and in fact, I was indeed among the top players of my level.

Even under these circumstances, the game of fate still matched him and Mo Lan together as temporary allies.

This basically means that in the upcoming dungeon storyline, there will definitely be a faction or boss whose danger level is equal to the combined danger levels of the two of them.

Going it alone and abandoning allies in this situation would be a very unwise choice.

Fujino Seiran is arrogant, but not stupid.

Mo Lan understood this, so she asked, "Besides that, were there any other gains?"

Fujino Seiran shook his head.

Mo Lan then looked at Kiyono Genichiro and said, "Then let's find the shortest route back to Kyoto."

Upon hearing this, Kiyono Genichiro frowned and drew a road on the unfolded map: "This is the shortest route to Kyoto."

"But I have heard that a great demon dwells there, named Big One, who is cunning, has a blue face and fangs, likes to eat infants, and is incredibly strong."

Fujino Seiran raised an eyebrow slightly. Given the nature of the game of fate, since Kiyono Genichiro had introduced this great demon, they were almost certain to run into each other.

After all, they've already written the backstory. If you don't criticize it, then all my writing was for nothing.

Players who are deeply involved in the game of Destiny are well aware of one thing.

That is, in the game of fate, there is never a safe route. No matter which way you go, you will encounter different monsters.

So it's better to choose the shortest route. At least there's known information about this route, while you don't know what kind of monsters might spawn on the other routes.