I live my life in Tokyo

This made many young men in the restaurant light up their eyes, and they kept looking there out of the corner of their eyes, hoping that when the woman turned around, those mysterious purple eyes would catch a glimpse of them, then their death would be worth it.

"That's the young lady from the general's mansion." The diners who knew the woman whispered to each other.

"She is indeed very pretty and charming, and most importantly, she is still unmarried. I heard that many suitors visit the general every day, begging to see the general's daughter, but they are all rejected."

When they heard that she was the daughter of a general, some people looked back and retreated. If she was from an ordinary family, they could still pursue her, but she was the daughter of a general, and it would never be the turn of the sons of merchants like them.

Although merchants have a higher status than farmers, they are still not considered high enough within the military family.

The eyes of other young men lit up. With long swords on their waists, they looked at each other, and a spark of competition ignited in them.

Judging from their attire, they looked heroic, with delicate and luxurious haori on their bodies and the scabbards of the swords at their waists were also painted.

Compared to those merchants, their status is more noble. As samurai, they are more likely to enter the Shogun's mansion.

The young man turned his gaze to the side, his cold eyes fixed on the girl for a moment, the corner of his mouth glanced downward, turned into a barely audible sigh, and he turned his eyes to the window again.

Feeling the gaze, the girl's face quietly turned pink. She turned her head and glanced at the young man sitting in the corner. When she saw that he was not looking at her, the light pink color quickly faded back to white, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes.

The communication between the eyes cannot be felt by a third party.

The young man clenched his right hand slightly, then loosened it. From the corner of his eye he saw the girl turn around and shake her head.

He focused his attention on the food, moved the ancient knife to his left hand, and used the spoon in his right hand to stir the half-cold mixture of rice and soup.

"Bah!"

The originally peaceful and harmonious atmosphere of the tavern was broken by the rough knock on the door. Several fully armed warriors walked in. They had eyes like vultures and a kind of madness that came from self-abandonment.

"What are you looking at!" one of them said coldly, and his sword was slightly unsheathed.

One child was frightened and started crying. His mother quickly hugged him in her arms, patted his back and comforted him softly.

The burly man in the lead, sitting at the table in the middle, glanced around and suddenly shouted, "Where's the waiter? Where the hell is he? Is this your service attitude?"

The waiter's legs were shaking, and under the urging of the fox's grieving eyes, he hurriedly forced out a smile, but this smile was uglier and funnier than crying.

"Shh... keep your voice down, they seem to be samurai from the Toyotomi family."

"Hiss - they actually dare to show up so brazenly in a town under the jurisdiction of the shogunate."

"Be quiet, they're looking over here."

The tall warrior with a scar on the corner of his eye looked over coldly, scaring the diners who were gossiping just now so much that they lowered their heads and dared not speak.

The burly man looked at the young warriors who were hiding behind and not daring to step forward, and sneered with a look of contempt on his face.

His disdain was felt by everyone present. The young warriors who had originally determined to marry the general's daughter blushed, and one of them even touched the hilt of the sword on his side.

"Do you want to draw your sword?"

What hits you in the face is the bloody murderous aura lingering on the battlefield.

This was too much stimulation for young people who had never experienced a battlefield. For a moment, several young warriors who were pretending to draw their swords felt that they were in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The rough man's indifferent eyes were like an executioner, indifferent, and regarded human life as nothing.

"what--"

A young warrior screamed in fear and stumbled towards the door of the tavern. His neatly combed long hair was now in a mess, and he looked like a refugee.

The last burly man who had not spoken until now suddenly drew his sword, and the long sword drew a beautiful trajectory in the air.

The young man who was watching from the side stared at him for a moment, then looked away.

The young warrior covered his throat and looked at the burly warrior in horror, his mouth wide open as if he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a gurgling sound with blood bubbling from his throat.

Bah!

As the young warrior fell to his knees, the burly man sheathed his sword, snorted, and, ignoring the blood under his feet, snatched the wine from the waiter's hands. He was really afraid that the waiter's arms would tremble and he would accidentally spill the good rice wine.

"Killed!"

“Wuwuaaaaaaah.”

"What about the samurai of the shogunate? Damn it."

There were all kinds of people in the tavern. They were powerless and huddled in the corner, even the young samurai with a katana on his waist was no exception.

After seeing the sword skills that had just killed their companion in an instant, they were so frightened that no one dared to move forward or run away.

"We came here to look for someone."

The rough man did not look at the ugly postures of people in danger, but stirred the tofu and pickles with a spoon and swallowed it mixed with the wine.

"The general's daughter, I know she is here." He sneered, but the muscles on his face made the smile look very ferocious. "To tell you the truth, we are the remnants of the Toyotomi clan you mentioned."

He glanced at the diners who had just been talking about the three people, and the latter immediately knelt on the ground with trembling legs, begging them to spare their lives.

"We are already helpless, so we will do our best to bite off a piece of meat from the shogunate."

"Now, hand over the general's daughter, and you can still live."

The girl hiding behind the crowd froze and bit her lower lip tightly. Before she could react, someone pushed her from behind.

"The general's daughter is here!"

The eyes of the originally amiable villagers were so cold at this moment. The girl looked at the people behind her in disbelief. They were looking at her with such hatred, as if she were some kind of ominous sign.

He pushed her again, causing her to fall to the ground. The burly man laughed out loud at this, his laughter full of relief and pleasure.

"Hahaha, this is reality." He drew the sword from his waist and spoke loudly, "Look at the faces of these people and remember them deeply in your mind."

The burly man held up his sword and looked at the curled-up girl with cold eyes. "There is no hatred between you and me. It's just that you have a bad fate."

The girl had tears in her eyes at this moment. In this last moment of her life, her life passed by before her eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Learning, growing up, and living in the General's Mansion only involve a small part of the unexpected.

What’s more, there is the rain of cherry blossoms.

Among the pink petals, the woman quietly watched the young man practicing sword silently on the other side of the river, day and night.

One day, the flower petals blinded the girl. When she wiped the petals off her face, she saw the young man looking at her with his talking blue eyes and a smile.

The flowers are in disorder and dazzling.

A breeze blew by, and a scabbard appeared in front of the sword and the girl. The burly man felt something was wrong when he chopped down, and he said "oh" with interest, raised his head, and raised his eyebrows to look at the young man who had just blocked his attack.

"Be gentle with women?" He sneered, "You look too young. It would be a pity if you died... But you are much better than those bastards without balls."

The faces of the young samurai hiding in the crowd turned red with anger. They were unable to vent their anger and could only hope that the samurai from the shogunate would arrive quickly and kill these three rough men on the spot.

"Back off."

The boy held the ancient knife in both hands and spoke softly to the girl who was about to cry. The latter's eyes were filled with unconcealable joy and satisfaction - at least he has me in his heart, and that's enough.

"Ah."

The two looked at each other for a moment, but it was as if they had spoken thousands of words to each other.

The ancient sword was raised above his head, blocking the burly man's powerful attack. The two men took a few steps back. The young man felt the numbness in his palm and was secretly shocked.

What a strong force, what a sharp swordsmanship.

The burly man was intrigued. He turned to the tall and thin warrior and the burly warrior and smiled, as if he was teasing a prey that had walked into a trap. "None of you are allowed to make a move. I'm going to play with this guy."

When the young man heard these words, he did not feel belittled or humiliated. He knew that if the three of them attacked him together, he would be dead in an instant.

If he fights alone, he still has a chance.

The young man's eyes gradually became indifferent. He slowly exhaled a breath and rolled the blade upwards.

spirit.

Like murderous intent.

The sword art is as delicate, slow and long as flowing water. The young man is in the center of the green waves, stirring up the wind and cloud sword energy.

"Crack!"

The two swords collided again, and the boy lowered his shoulders to avoid the rough man's vertical and diagonal chop. His eyes flashed, and he slowly drew back the ancient sword, and then drew it again with lightning speed.

The sword is like spring breeze and the cherry blossoms are like blood. This sword blew away all the cherry blossoms in the sky.

The two men exchanged positions invisibly, and the ancient knife in the young man's hand fell to the ground, with a streak of bright red blood on the blade.

"What a great sword-drawing technique! I didn't expect that you, who possess such sharp swordsmanship, are actually a ronin warrior."

The rough man's clothes were cut by the ancient knife on his chest. He covered his chest with his hands and sneered, "I admit that I underestimated you."

He stood up again and could see that his wound was not deep. It was the result of the young man's full-strength attack. However, he was far inferior to the burly man in both physique and experience.

The young man's right arm was covered in blood. Now that he was the prey, it was very difficult for him to hurt the hunter.

He tore off a piece of cloth and bandaged the wound slowly.

The girl bit her lower lip, crossed her fingers over her chest, and prayed that the young man could escape safely.

Yes, escape.

The young man did not hear the girl's inner voice behind him. He stood up again, holding the ancient sword in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand, focusing his gravity on his lower body.

"Heh, a wounded wolf is willing to protect its master at the cost of its life?"

"Go ahead, fulfill his wish and kill him."

The burly man gave the order with an indifferent look, and the tall and thin warrior and the burly warrior drew their swords with a sneer at the same time. They were not prepared to play with the young man, and they started with the most deadly swordsmanship.

The boy ducked to avoid a cold sword technique that could have cut his neck, and the blade caught another incoming sword and sent it out again like flowing water.

The tall and thin warrior took a step back, his facial expression did not change, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes, and he continued to swing his sword.

The young man was fighting one against two with a series of attacks like a storm. Even under such a disadvantage, he still kept his mouth shut, not making any sound, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

He used the most popular sword technique today, Niten Ichiryu.

His shoulders are broad enough to hold up the sky on their own.

But now he has to support two skies, his and hers!

"Humph!"

The young man's shoulders and abdomen were bleeding. He staggered back a few steps, used his sword to support himself on the ground, and steadied himself.

Behind him was a trembling girl.

He can't retreat anymore.

"Give up." The rough man said calmly, revealing a rare bit of admiration in his words, "Hand over the woman behind you to us, and we will spare your life. It's a pity for a warrior like you to die here."

The young man stood still, his eyes sharp. He took a deep breath and changed the way he held the knife, holding it horizontally behind his back in the Iai stance.

He will not retreat a single step and will protect the people behind him.

"Really? What a pity." The burly man sighed, drew out his long sword and stood in front of the two men, with the tip of the sword pointed at the boy.

One knife is like the cold wind on the battlefield.

At the moment when the sword was about to stab, the boy decisively drew the sword out of its sheath. The ancient sword brushed past the sword, like sparks from a silver tree, and the sword was cut in half.

The tall and thin warrior still had a sneer on his face, and the blood spurting from his throat soaked the young man's cloth.

With two strikes, the young man drew back his sword, and drew the scabbard beside him to block the burly warrior's sharp blow. The sword light was like a swimming dragon, flying and soaring, like a snow lotus blooming in the wind.

The burly warrior looked at his chest in disbelief, muttering some swear words, and took a few steps back before falling to the ground.

Three slashes of the sword, the sword technique was like a violent storm, the rough man's eyes were already blood red, and he swung the sword more and more ruthlessly.

"puff!"

The ancient sword did not deviate the trajectory of the burly man's sword swing much. The two swords collided and the young man's knuckles were bleeding. His chest was pierced by the sword and blood spurted out.

The burly man did not get anything good either. He was stabbed in the abdomen. He staggered back a few steps, covered the wound and fell to the ground.

The young man turned his head slowly, his blue eyes were extremely calm, as if he had imprinted the girl's appearance in his mind.

His back, which had been straightened, no longer had the strength to support itself. He slowly placed the ancient sword on the ground and half-knelt on the ground.

"cough--"

The girl frantically put her hands on the young man's chest, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, unable to stop.

Tears shed from amethyst eyes, dripping onto the young man's face which was gradually losing color.

She opened her mouth and uttered the words she had always wanted to say but never had the chance to.

The girl knew that this was her last chance.

"My dear..."