Mrs. Shui Xinzi was very embarrassed.
It was obvious that the person was here to ask for a knife, but this happened to him.
She hurriedly went to prepare food.
And Zuo Cun and Ryoma just stood at the door, looking at the broad and powerful back, swinging the forging hammer hammer after hammer.
Shui Xinzi was concentrating on the forged steel and didn't pay any attention to what was behind him.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi brought some food, but Zuocun and Ryoma were already as completely immersed in this scene as Shui Xinzi Masahide.
Then all the food was eaten by Miss Aaron.
Shui Xinzi was just like that, completely ignoring other things.
He only swings the forging hammer with all his heart, occasionally stopping to continue heating the jade steel, and then continues swinging the hammer.
Miss Aaron fell asleep hanging on Ryoma's back, while Zuomura and Ryoma just stood behind Shuixinzi Shoji.
The sky has turned dark, and my legs are a little numb.
Zuomura looked at Shuishinzi Shoji who was still wielding the forging hammer, and sighed: "What a strong physical strength and will."
Forging a sword is definitely a physical activity. In fact, you can tell it just by looking at the muscles of Shui Xinzi Shoji.
After all, the jade steel needs to be folded and struck countless times, and the weight of the forging hammer is definitely not light.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi stood next to Shui Xinzi Zhengci, with worry in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
"Speaking of which, Shoji hasn't been so focused on forging a knife for a long time." Shui Xinzi and his wife are both very young, but they are still quite energetic.
She looked at her husband's focused eyes and the constant pounding, and sighed.
She was worried about his condition, but she couldn't bear to disturb him.
Having been with Shui Xinzi for many years, she knew very well how rare it was for a knifesmith to be able to enter such a state.
The occurrence of this situation often means that a famous sword is about to come out.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi knew that her husband had been forging swords for several years and had been pursuing a famous sword to appear in her hands.
She sighed and turned to leave.
"You three, why don't you come back tomorrow? It's getting late. I will introduce you tomorrow." Mrs. Shui Xinzi bowed deeply to the three people from Zuocun, "I'm sorry..."
Sakamoto Ryoma helped Mrs. Shui Xinzi up and said with a smile: "Madam, there is no need for you to apologize to us. Rather, we would like to thank you for letting us see such a scene."
"To be honest." Zuo Cun stared closely at Shuixinzi Zhengci's back and sighed slightly, "I feel a little guilty now."
"When I was training myself before, I used to use swords to chop big rocks to train, so that dozens of swordsmen died." Zuo Cun stroked the pheasant feathers on his waist, "This is how the swords are forged, and But I have killed many knives..."
"That's wrong!" Shui Xinzi's majestic voice suddenly sounded.
Except for Miss Aaron who was sleeping, the remaining three people looked at the figure swinging the hammer in unison.
"The sword has emotions!" He did not stop swinging the hammer, but turned his back to everyone, refuting Zuo Cun's words, "So, if you are a strong master who likes to temper himself, even if the sword dies in your hands, You’ll be happy too!”
"If a person is bad and weak, even a famous sword will cry inconsolably in the hands of such a person."
"Don't feel guilty about the knife that died in your own hands!"
"That's disrespectful to the knife!"
"The sword was forged just to be held tightly in the hands of a certain place, a certain person, a certain powerful swordsman. No matter whether it is accompanying or dying, it will feel extremely happy."
"The knife is the person!"
"People are born to die, but the process in between is what needs to be whitewashed and proud of the most!"
Ding!
"The same thing applies to knives!"
"So, don't pay homage to the dead sword, but take the power of the sword and sharpen yourself into the sharpest knife!"
Ryoma and Zuomura looked at each other.
The two of them bowed deeply to Shui Xinzi.
"Thank you, sir, for your teaching."
The two looked at each other.
"Mrs. Shui Xinzi, then, we will go back today." Zuo Cun said goodbye to Mrs. Shui Xinzi.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi nodded and sent the three of them to the door.
"Please walk slowly, three of you." She bowed slightly.
Zuocun and Ryoma nodded and left Shuixinzi's house.
"Sakamoto-kun, what do you think?" Zuomura looked at Ryoma walking beside him.
Ryoma held the sleeping Miss Aaron in his arms like a princess, and said to Zuocun with a smile: "It's an eye-opener."
"Serizawa is right, this Suishinko Masahide is indeed a weirdo." Zuomura looked at the night sky and laughed twice, "Maybe it is because of this weirdness that he can be called Suishinko Masahide. .”
"This is a respectable person." Ryoma nodded and confirmed.
"Ah, there is an izakaya here." Zuo Cun noticed that there was a bright hut on the roadside.
"Buy some wine and go back. Zuocun, are you old enough to drink?" Ryoma looked at Zuocun, a little doubtful.
When I first glanced at him, I didn't feel that Zuo Cun was very young, but after taking a closer look under the moonlight, Ryoma discovered that this powerful swordsman with advanced ideas actually looked a little immature.
"Sixteen years old, you can drink." Zuo Cun smiled slightly.
A while ago, when he was in Mibu Village, Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki led him to drink too much. After that, Samura became curious about alcohol, and he would occasionally buy some to drink. Over time, he fell in love with the occasional drink. Have a drink.
Drinking alone under the moon is the best.
Zuomura really can't get enough of the bold drinking methods of Serizawa Duck and Shinmi Nishiki.
"I'll pay." Ryoma put Miss Aaron in the air, and Miss Aaron drifted to sleep and walked into the izakaya.
A few minutes later, Ryoma walked out carrying two small bottles of sake.
Tonight is destined to be a night where I will sleep very late.
When you meet like-minded people, there will always be a lot of exchanges of ideas.
Although we didn’t communicate much and the way we got to know each other was strange, they were still the same kind of people.
The difference is that Ryoma has never killed anyone, and has never thought about killing anyone.
Zuocun, on the other hand, is a person who will draw a sword without hesitation if he thinks you are evil.
He knows very well that he is a person with power. Kondo Shusuke told him that power needs to be restrained, so Zuomura naturally has his own restraints.
He will not draw his sword on ordinary people. His sword will always only defeat evil and powerful enemies.
When Zuocun and Ryoma returned to the post house, they were drinking from cup to cup and exchanging ideas.
Shui Xin Zi House.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Shuishinzi Shoji was still wielding the forging hammer.
He muttered silently.
"5000!"
