v2 Chapter 7： Confessions of a non-mainstream swordsman

Our country was called the country of samurai, and that was a long time ago—

I'm sorry, the words are mixed, our country is called Wano country, it is a very old country, it is really very old, although it is a bit bad to say this as a national of this country, but I still think that this The country has really decayed, and time has passed for many years, but the people here are no different from the ancestors hundreds of years ago, and there is no change.

My family is a samurai family. Like most samurai families, my family has been a family of swordsmanship since a long time ago. Although the secret swordsmanship is not very powerful, it is enough to keep our family above the commoners. above.

Originally, the trajectory of my life should have been like my elders, my father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, learning the swordsmanship handed down from the family, and then inheriting the family business and becoming the new samurai master, if I can go further, Maybe I can become a retainer of a certain daimyo, officially making my family the upper echelon of this country.

It was supposed to be like this, but it didn't.

Although it sounds a bit arrogant, my talent in swordsmanship is really good. The swordsmanship inherited from my family has been mastered when I was a few years old. In terms of swordsmanship alone, even my father is no longer my opponent. Since then, my life has changed.

My father thought that if I stayed at home, it would only delay my future. He thought that I would take my family to a height that no one had ever thought of before, so he sent me to another place to learn swordsmanship. .

It's not those schools of swordsmanship. Their swordsmanship is not necessarily strong. The place my father sent me to is Jiuli, the place where the Guangyue family ruled. The name here is also one of the most famous samurai in this country. Kozuki Oden-sama didn't care about his father's arrogance, he accepted me to a great extent, and made me his disciple.

Since that day, I have been learning swordsmanship with Mr. Oda. Seventeen years have passed in a flash. I am twenty-five years old this year, and I have been staying in Jiuli. I only left when my parents died.

Seventeen years have passed, and I have learned the swordsmanship of Mr. Oda long ago, but the teacher has never admitted that I have the qualifications to be a teacher. If it is in those swordsmanship schools, then my current situation is that I already have an exemption. All the qualifications, but the teacher has not given me the certificate.

But it doesn't matter, or it's better this way. If I really want to leave Jiuli, I don't know where to go. I only know swordsmanship, and I'm only interested in swordsmanship. I don't know what to do after leaving the apprenticeship. It might be good if it goes on like this.

For the past few days I have been observing a person, an outsider who suddenly appeared, no doubt from abroad, and who was used to dressing very differently from Wano country.

The man's name is Ferdinando Vlad, it's a very strange name, is this the name of all people overseas?

The man named Vlad seems to have come to Mr. Oden to learn a language. I never knew that the teacher could speak such a language. Maybe the teacher was studying overseas. The teacher had left Wano in the past. Things I know, before taking over as the daimyo of Jiuli, the teacher once wandered in the sea outside for several years.

I was curious about the teacher's experience, but the teacher was reluctant to tell me about his overseas experience. Every time he refused my request with a smile, I couldn't understand it.

To be honest, even I am a little curious about the overseas world. Will there be stronger swordsmen overseas? I'm a little curious.

So I've been watching this man named Vlad the past few days, this man with a very different smell.

"Ah, false warrior!"

Just as I huddled behind the pillar to watch the teacher teach the man a lesson to see if I could hear their overseas exchanges, such a voice came from behind me.

I turned my head around, and sure enough it was this lecherous kid, the kid named Momanosuke, the teacher's son, and my junior brother, a very lecherous kid!

There's a reason this kid calls me a fake samurai. I hate the hairstyle that samurai shaves. Don't you think the top of your head is cool? Just plain stupid, okay? Also said that this is the symbol of the samurai, what the **** is there? Would that great samurai still wear a helmet when fighting?

So I didn't keep my hair in a bun, I was very satisfied with my long black hair, so this kid who was only five years old but was as conservative as an old man, so he always disliked me and kept calling me a fake samurai .

"Heh, you rascal!"

I answered so.

Hehe, little devil, don't think that you ran into the women's bathhouse last night to blatantly peeped because of your age. I didn't see it. That wretched look is really annoying, but those cute little sisters didn't find this little devil. The true face of the head, how can you get it when you grow up after being so lustful at a young age?

"What? What did you **** say—"

This kid's face turned red, and no one dared to talk to him except me. After all, although this kid is a lecherous kid, he is also the real heir to the real name of Jiuli.

"You still have the face to talk about me, and I saw you last night too!"

Said the little devil, with a smug look on his face, "What a shame, the nosebleed is always flowing! Can this be considered a samurai?"

Che, have you been seen?

What's wrong? As a twenty-five-year-old unmarried man, what happened to me when I went to peep at the women's bathhouse? Is there anything strange? It's not a shameful thing, is it? What's wrong with samurai peeping at women's bathhouses?

And, kid, what's up with the nosebleed? I just got angry recently, and it has nothing to do with the things in the women's bathhouse. Don't think too much about me, I am an upright warrior.

"Oh~ it's you,"

"The lecherous Mr. Samurai!"

Hey hey hey, who are you calling a lecherous samurai! You bastard, be careful I cut you!

I turned my head in annoyance, and then saw the guy standing in front of me with a lazy smile on his face, that is, Ferdinand Vlad.

I didn't speak. Although my inner activities were very rich, I was actually a taciturn person. After all, some words were very bad. I still understand this.

"How is it? Mr. Samurai The man said, "How did you consider my suggestion last time? "

The last suggestion he said was a few days ago when this man suddenly said he wanted me to get on his boat and go out to sea with him.

To be honest, I was a little hesitant, Wano country is really a very boring and annoying place, I am very impatient to stay, but the teacher has not allowed me to teach, so I am not qualified to leave.

So, here is my answer.

"Feel sorry!"

I turned around and left, feeling a little melancholy, and decided to go to the women's bath again tonight.

Oh yes, haven't introduced myself yet, my name is,

Sakata xx, a samurai who is currently a little confused.

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