Just a few breaths of time.
Looking at the few wild warriors who fell on the ground, Iinuma Sonshichiro swallowed secretly.
He wanted to escape, but couldn't...
If possible, Iinuma Sonshichiro really wanted to grow a pair of wings on his back and leave this place of right and wrong as quickly as possible.
Damn, this is too bullying, right?
The two most courageous wild warriors under his command could not survive two moves in the hands of the big-footed man holding a spear in front of him.
And several other refugees were killed by the opponent's other three companions as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.
In just a few blinks, there was no one around Iinuma Sonshichiro anymore.
"Masters, if you have something to say, please tell me!"
"I think you guys are extraordinary, you must be no ordinary warriors, right?"
"The villain is just an ant, and he doesn't want to be an enemy of the adults. I wonder if the adults can let the villain live?"
It was definitely impossible to defeat him, so Iinuma Sonshichiro could only pin his hopes on the samurai in front of him who "disdain" to kill an unknown person like himself.
However, Kyogoku Takamasa appeared from behind Nagasaka Nobumasa with a half-smile, and said with a serious face: "Originally, I don't want to meddle in such business, but you blocked our way."
"For a blind bastard like you, killing you will simply stain my sword!"
Hearing Kyogoku Takamasa's words, Iinuma Sonshichiro thought things were about to turn around, and he quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "My lord, what you said is right, please be noble and treat this villain like a fart!"
Let you go?
Then who can I show the B I put so much effort into pretending?
Before Iinuma Sonshichiro, who was kneeling on the ground, could stand up, Kyogoku Takamasa silently glanced at Hatayama who was beside him.
Hatayama nodded slightly to Nobu, then slowly approached Iinuma Sunchiro with his sword in hand.
Suddenly, Hatayama Chaoxin's eyes widened, and then he waved his hands violently, and suddenly a huge head flew far away with the splatter of blood.
Even to his death, Iinuma Magoshichiro did not believe that he had "manipulated" Shinano for so many years, and yet he died like this at the hands of a few "unknown people"?
Besides, what about the promise not to kill me?
In this regard, Kyogoku Takamasa can only say, just because I won't kill you, it doesn't mean that others can't kill you.
I just wanted to show off to others, so I can only borrow your head.
With the death of Iinuma Sonshichiro, the remaining members of the bandits suddenly dispersed without a leader.
The caravan also suffered heavy losses, and the few remaining merchants and guards quickly stepped forward to express their gratitude to Kyogoku Takamasa and others.
However, Kyogoku Takamasa's target was not these businessmen, but the few young people over there who were breathing heavily.
As if they felt Kyogoku Takamasa's gaze, several young samurai glanced at each other, and then walked towards Kyogoku Takamasa step by step.
"Thank you for your help, adults. If these adults hadn't intervened, what happened today would have been dangerous!"
"Yes! I'm ashamed to say that our abilities are mediocre, and we almost lost at the hands of some bandits, which made you laugh." Two of the three young warriors who were slightly older said in tandem.
Kyogoku Takamasa waved his hand indifferently, and then said: "The three of them have such outstanding military skills at such a young age. I guess they come from famous families. It is a blessing for me to get to know the three of them."
"May I ask how you should call them?"
Hearing Kyogoku Takamasa's words, the youngest samurai was about to reply, but another older samurai answered first: "You can just call me Jurozaemon, these two are your younger brother Shinrokuro. With the help of Minamoto.”
"My mother is celebrating her birthday soon. We originally planned to go to Minami Shinano to buy some gifts, but unexpectedly we encountered bandits robbing a caravan here."
"How can we sit back and ignore it?"
Kyogoku Takamasa nodded, "When encountering injustice, draw your sword to help. This is the style of a samurai!"
"I wonder if you have ever served as officials?" Kyogoku Gaomasa asked the question he wanted to ask the most.
Juro Sahei looked at Kyogoku Takamasa thoughtfully, and then replied: "I am a retainer of the Shinano Umino clan. What do you mean by this question?"
"To be honest, I am a retainer of the Omi Kyogoku family. I came to Shinano this time on my lord's order to search for a few samurai who are good at cavalry warfare. I wonder if any of you are interested in joining our Kyogoku family?"
After waiting for a long time and no reply from Juro Sahei, Kyogoku Takamasa quickly continued: "I am sincere and the post of commander of the cavalry team is vacant!"
"Please forgive me for rejecting this matter." Juro Saabei replied, shaking his head.
Kyogoku Gaozheng was stunned when he heard this, and then asked in confusion: "Is it possible that some of you can't believe what I say?"
"Or maybe a few cavalry who are not good at fighting?"
Shinano is a horse-producing place, and basically every wealthy family with some strength has a samurai on horseback, so basically every samurai can ride a horse, and he also has a good understanding of cavalry combat.
Kyogoku Takamasa sees that the demeanor and behavior of Juro Sahei and others are at most ordinary samurai of the Umino family. With my family name of the Omi Kyogoku family, can't I fool these stupid young men?
However, reality gave Kyogoku Takamasa a severe slap in the face.
"It's not that we don't believe what you say, but our clan is all in Shinano. If we go to Omi to serve the public, we won't be able to fulfill our filial piety at home."
"The name of the Omi Kyogoku family is very loud, but as my brother said, our roots are here, and it is difficult to leave our homeland. I hope you will forgive me."
After Juro Zuobei finished speaking, Shinrokuro also added.
Seeing that the other party was resolute, it was hard for Kyogoku Gaozheng to force him to stay. After all, forcefulness is not sweet.
"In that case, I won't force it."
"But I have a gracious request. I wonder if any of you can agree to it?"
Juro Zuobei nodded, "Please give me a try."
"I'm not familiar with Shinano. I've been here for more than ten days, but I can't figure out what to do with my life."
"So I would like to ask three of you. If there is a suitable candidate, can you recommend me to the Omi Kyogoku family?"
"This is my sword. If there is a good talent that I haven't met yet, or a close friend with an uncertain future, I can ask him to take this sword and go to Omi! I will sweep the bed to welcome him, how about it?"
Kyogoku Takamasa spoke sincerely, took off the sword from his waist and held it up with both hands, looking at Juro Sahei and others with a hopeful look on his face.
Juro Saabei looked a little embarrassed. After all, he had only just met Kyogoku Takamasa, but to be able to gain such trust from a stranger, Juro Saabei finally took over the sword.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will live up to your trust!"
"If there is no suitable candidate in the future, I will personally hold this sword and go to Omi to apologize!" Juro Sahei solemnly looked at Kyogoku Takamasa and promised.
Kyogoku Takamasa gratefully held Juro Sahei's hand, "That's it, please!"
"Take care of yourself!"
Looking at the backs of Juro Sahebei and others leaving, Kyogoku Takamasa stayed where he was and let out a long sigh.
I have set my requirements so low, why are these three salted fish unwilling to accept my win over.
Is it that I, Kyogoku Takamasagi, can no longer use the knife, or is it that my Kyogoku family name is not easy to use?
