In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Isn't this the kind of like-minded person I've been looking for?

Miss Ah Long was a little bored and floated quietly in mid-air.

How come this despicable person is just like Ryoma, always spouting such things?

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Chapter 297 A Terrifying Gaze

Miss Ah Long fell asleep on the side.

Ryoma and Samura then shared their philosophies with each other.

The conversation was intense, and the two even had two minor arguments.

And so, dawn broke.

Samura mentioned something: "Sakamoto-kun, you haven't told me about Ms. Arlong's situation yet."

“Miss A-Long,” Ryoma’s lips unconsciously curled up, “she’s a very amazing person.”

"...I can tell." Zuo Cun's lips twitched slightly as he looked at Miss A Long, who was sleeping soundly on the table, drooling.

It's hard to imagine that he was nearly beaten to death by this thing before.

"Miss Ryoma is only close to me, so sometimes her reactions are a bit over the top. I'm really sorry." Ryoma bowed his head for the third time in apology.

"It's alright, I enjoyed the fight quite a bit." Zuo Cun smiled.

Having a good time is one thing, but what Zuocun really learned in this battle was something else.

“Miss Arlong is not human, and I believe you have already sensed that during the previous battle.”

"Indeed, is she some kind of yokai...?" Zuocun asked, looking at the hair that kept moving even when Miss A-Long was asleep.

"She was a giant serpent that was almost transformed into a dragon, but unfortunately, the gods in the heavens cut off her hope of becoming a god halfway through her transformation," Longma said with a wry smile.

"I see..."

"So she's been a bit irritable and impulsive. I apologize to you again on her behalf." Ryoma tried to bow down and apologize again, but was instead embraced.

"Miss Ah Long..."

"This is Miss A-Long's fault, Miss A-Long should apologize herself." Miss A-Long pouted.

She had just woken up when she saw this scene.

I'm a little sad. Did I really cause Ryoma so much trouble?

She knelt on the ground and bowed to Zuocun.

"sorry."

Ryoma sighed and patted Miss Ryoma's hair.

Zuocun fell silent.

He extended a fist.

thump.

He gently tapped Miss Ah Long on the head.

"I forgive you." Zuo Cun smiled, thinking to himself, "This Miss A Long is not only a beauty, but also a great demon like the Snake God."

But in reality, he just looks like a little kid with immense power.

"Thank you, Mr. Samura," Ryoma said sincerely.

At the same time, he felt even more satisfied with Zuocun.

"A samurai's battle is one where life and death are disregarded, where dignity and life are staked. I've long been prepared to die anywhere," Zuocun said with a smile.

"What style is Samura-kun from again?" Ryoma took a pheasant feather from the table, handed it to Samura, and asked, "To have honed Samura-kun's martial arts to this level, you must have been a master."

"My style is the Hundred Birds Style," Zuo Cun said somewhat awkwardly. "It's not a famous style; it's just something I dabble in on my own."

"However, if I had to name a teacher, there is one."

"Such formidable strength, and he only relied on his own hard work to hone it..." Ryoma was somewhat amazed, but also felt a little inferior.

Although he was a disciple of the Hokushin Itto-ryu school, if Miss A-Long hadn't been by his side, he probably would have been dead long ago.

Zuocun felt a little embarrassed by the praise, but he didn't know how to be modest, so he changed the subject.

“Mr. Shusuke Kondo of the Natural Rishin-ryu school has guided me a lot. If it weren’t for Mr. Shusuke Kondo, I probably wouldn’t have chosen this path.”

"Kondo Shusuke was a very strong swordsman. When I was learning the Hokushin Itto-ryu style in Edo, I saw him instructing his disciples." Ryoma recalled the tall, thin man.

Kondo Shusuke was a swordsmanship instructor who was heavily criticized, but Ryoma believed he had a pretty good eye for people. The man's aura was like a sharp blade that had not yet been drawn, hiding its sharpest side.

Kondo Shusuke was quite famous in his youth, but due to many things, he stopped drawing his sword and instead lived as a teacher at the Shieikan. Moreover, Kondo Shusuke's health was very poor.

“Yes, he may not have taught me how to use a sword, but he taught me why to use a sword.” Samura stroked the pheasant feather in his hand. “If it weren’t for Mr. Kondo Shusuke, my sword wouldn’t be drawn so naturally.”

Ryoma nodded, somewhat sighing.

“Miss Arlong also thinks you are very powerful.” Miss Arlong sat on Ryoma’s shoulders. “I have lived for a very, very long time, and you are the first person, apart from a god, who can hurt me.”

"And the look in your eyes was terrifying."

“Uh…” Zuo Cun scratched the back of his head.

This isn't the first person to say that their eyes are frightening when they draw their sword.

Serizawa Kamo previously mentioned that when fighting him, his eyes looked like he wanted to devour Serizawa Kamo.

"Oh, right, Sakamoto-kun." Ignoring the pain in his body, Samura stood up and rubbed his stomach. "I might have some things to take care of."

"I came to Nagoya this time with some matters on my mind."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Ryoma asked.

He hasn't quite contained his excitement yet.

After a night of conversation with Anno Samura, he discovered that this man was just exactly to his liking.

Their thinking is similar, and their ideals are the same.

Miss Alon: But what does this have to do with the lovely silly Miss Alon?

"I came to Owari because of the sword."

“Ah, speaking of which, the sword of Zuocun…” Ryoma turned his head and glanced at Miss A-Long.

Miss A-Long was a little stunned. After thinking for two seconds, she remembered that she seemed to have broken Zuo Cun's sword.

"I will cover the cost of the new sword," Ryoma said with a wry smile.

Zuo Cun found his tattered Wufu (traditional Japanese clothing), scratched his head, found another spare Wufu in his small bag and put it on. He smiled at Sakamoto Ryoma and said, "As for the cost, I really don't have complete confidence in my ability to afford it."

"Do we really need that much money?" Longma asked, somewhat surprised.

Zuo Cun's bag was quite heavy, which gave the impression that he actually had a lot of money, but Zuo Cun actually said it wasn't enough.

"After all, the person I'm asking for the knife from is the current generation's Mizushinko Masahide."

Zuocun sighed as he tucked the pheasant feathers into his waistband.

Whether we can get our hands on this knife is really uncertain...

After all, Serizawa-kun did say that the price would be very high...

"I see..." Ryoma shrank his neck, but still said, "However, I will still cover the cost of the sword."

"After all, this was our fault, and Miss A-Long's fault. We have to make amends."

Miss A-Long followed behind Ryoma as they walked out of the room together.

"Moreover, I also want to see the famous Shuixinzi Zhengxiu."

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Chapter 298 The Hammer That Strikes the Soul

A house in the southwest of Nagoya Castle.

The house is large, with the inconspicuous three characters "Shuixinzi" hanging at the entrance.

Inside a room of a residential house, the clanging sound of blacksmithing could be heard.

A somewhat aged-looking figure was shirtless, facing the furnace, hammering away at the red-hot steel under the fire tongs.

This is a piece of jade steel that he carefully selected.

"This time, I'm sure I can make it!" Although he was somewhat old and frail, he swung the hammer with great force.

Ding!

"Surpass yourself!"

Ding!

"Here comes the knife!"

Ding!

"I've witnessed it firsthand, such a spectacular and sharp battle!" The man's latissimus dorsi muscles stretched, displaying boundless power, as he stared intently at the crimson Tamahagane. "If I still can't break through my own limits and forge a legendary sword like the First Master's Azure Wolf Cutter..."

Ding!

"I would rather commit seppuku and apologize to the First Lord!"

Ding!

As the third-generation Shuixinzi Zhengxiu who inherited the craft, he has abandoned his own surname and adopted the glorious title of Shuixinzi as his surname.

Shuixinzi Zhengci is the old man's name.

Forged steel! Forged steel!

Ding!

Forged into a renowned sword!