When the sun rose slightly, providing a glimmer of light to the world, Shuixinzi Shoji finally saw the faces of the two people in front of him clearly.
"You are...the one that day..." Shui Xinzi squinted his eyes, trying to see Zuomura Annuo clearly.
That day, he was still some distance away from the battlefield.
But his eyes were very good, otherwise he wouldn't have been infected by the battlefield.
This young man who came to me to ask for a knife, but was ignored by me, saved me after he lost all his strength, took care of me for a few days, and saved me and his wife from dying in the forging room, it seems that he is One of the sides fighting that day?
"Huh? Mr. Shui Xinzi?" Zuo Cun and Ryoma were a little confused.
Shui Xinzi rubbed his eyes and looked at Zuocun carefully.
Somewhat excited, but unable to communicate more with Zuo Cun.
Ryoma and Zuocun supported Shui Xinzi Shoji.
Shui Xinzi put on the Wu uniform with difficulty, stood leaning on the wall, and looked at Zuocun and Ryoma.
"Thank you both for taking care of me these days..." Shui Xinzi bowed to the two young men.
In Japan, it is against the rules for Shuixinzi Shoji, the elder, to bow to Samura and Ryoma, the juniors.
However, other than that, Shui Xinzi Zhengci felt that he could not express his gratitude even to this extent.
Not only did they save the lives of the couple, but they also did not throw away the knife after they were unconscious. Instead, they threw the knife aside and took care of the people first.
For a swordsman, the attraction of the sword is undoubtedly powerful and terrifying.
These two young men watched the entire creation of this knife and will definitely understand the value of this knife.
But the two of them still put the knives aside and chose to treat themselves.
And more importantly, the shorter one, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't be able to fulfill his lifelong wish and forge this sword.
The two of them could bear this bow.
Shui Xinzi Zhengci led the two of them to the living room slowly.
The three of them sat down, and Shui Xinzi Zhengci asked, "Can you tell me your names?"
"Mutsu, Samura Ano."
"Tosa, Ryoma Sakamoto."
"Thank you both for being such witnesses, and even more so for saving the lives of me and She Nei." Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu bowed his thanks.
"Please don't say thank you anymore, Mr. Shui Xinzi, as juniors and as samurai, if we don't save you, it will be our stain, and we will live in guilt for the rest of our lives." Zuo Cun said calmly.
Shui Xinzi Shoji shook his head.
"What day is it today?" he asked.
"May seventeenth." Ryoma replied.
"It's been such a long time..." Shuixinzi Shoji sighed, "Is this Mr. Samura?"
"Yes." Zuo Cun nodded.
Shuixinzi Masahide smiled slightly and said: "On May 8th, I left Nagoya and went to Gudu to pick up a piece of jade steel that I had reserved."
"But after getting the jade steel, it was already dark."
"Because we don't have servants at home, I don't trust my wife to be at home by herself, so I want to hire a carriage and come back quickly."
"But it was getting late, and no carriage was willing to take me out of the city. After dark, bandits were rampant outside the city."
"I had no choice but to walk on foot at night, from Koto Castle to Nagoya Castle."
"It took me a whole night to travel between the two cities."
"It wasn't until dawn that I saw the walls of Nagoya Castle."
"I am extremely lucky that I did not meet a carriage that was willing to take me that day, because if I had rushed back to Nagoya that day, I would have missed the scene that shocked me so much."
He was a little excited and stood up from his seat.
Ryoma and Zuo Cun were a little silent, feeling a little outrageous.
They knew better than anyone what happened on the morning of May 9th.
Sure enough, Shuishinzi Shoji continued: "After it dawned for a while, I came to the woods outside Nagoya City."
"That's when I saw Mr. Samura."
Zuomura blinked.
"That battle really made me understand."
"What is a knife? Why did I fail to forge high-quality famous swords several times?"
"It can be said that without the battle between Mr. Samura and the other one, I would not have been able to forge..." He took the nameless knife in his hand and slashed it towards his table.
Without making too much noise, the knife passed across the table like cutting tofu.
Then the table split in two and fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Such a knife!"
Zuomura and Ryoma looked at the table that was broken into two parts and lying on the ground with surprise in their eyes.
The quality of this knife was absolutely excellent, but neither of them expected it to be so sharp.
Shui Xinzi sat back in his seat and sighed.
"Presumably, I will never be able to hold a forging hammer again. This sword will be my last work in this life."
He sat and thought.
"Mr. Zuocun came to ask for a knife, right?" Shui Xinzi looked at Zuocun and asked.
Zuo Cun made no other moves, just sat upright and nodded: "That's what I thought, but sir, since your body can no longer swing the hammer, I naturally won't force it."
Shui Xinzi showed a smile.
"Please come with me." He had regained a little strength, stood up, picked up the knife, and led the way.
Zuo Cun was a little confused.
Ryoma smiled and nudged Zuomura with his elbow: "Go quickly."
Zuo Cun thought for a moment, nodded, stood up and followed Shuixinzi Shoji.
The two returned to the forge, and Shui Xinzi picked up a small hammer and a small iron awl for the first time.
After tapping lightly on the handle of the knife for a while, Shui Xinzi raised his head and asked.
"This sword was inspired by Mr. Zuomura's battle. How about you name it, Mr. Zuomura?" He seemed to have become the strong swordsmith again and asked Zuo without looking back. village.
"is this okay?"
"There's nothing wrong with it!" Shui Xinzi Zhengci smiled, "Just tell me."
Zuo Cun also saw Shui Xinzi's plan.
He looked at his white Wu uniform and thought of another person.
That person had white flesh-colored hair.
"Just call..."
The day I met her was the real beginning of my life.
The swordsmanship is as agile as a crane, and the elegant and cool style.
"He He, let's go to Bai He He."
"Ho, do you mean the crane's feathers? It is indeed very similar to Mr. Zuomura's swordsmanship." Shui Xinzi grinned and started beating with the hammer again.
After a while, Shui Xinzi Zhengci handed the engraved knife to Zuocun.
Using the sunlight, Zuo Cun read the small characters on the handle of the knife.
"The sword was completed on May 17, 1855, and the third generation of Shui Xinzi presented it to Zuocun."
And there are two words on the blade.
"Hehe."
