Chapter 42 Chapter 06

Most of the cargo on board is blue dye and paper, and contraband tobacco is also hidden at the bottom of the ship. Although this is a secret, you can know where the tobacco is hidden just by smelling it. This regular cargo ship travels between Awa Country and Osaka several times a month. In addition to carrying cargo, the ship also takes passengers. Eighty to ninety percent of the passengers are businessmen who travel between Osaka and Osaka all the year round. "How is it? Business is booming!" "Ah! Although everyone said that the border situation is good, money is not easy to earn!"

"I heard that there are not enough workers to manufacture guns, so the situation is not very good!" Another businessman said: "Although I am selling military supplies and flags, shoes, etc., the business is not as good as before." "Oh! That's it!" "Even these little samurai are very good at calculating!" "Hahaha!" "In the past, those wild samurai sold us the weapons they robbed, refurbished and processed them, and then resold them. If there is another war, the wild samurai will plunder and resell the weapons, and we will refurbish them for sale. This cycle is endless, and only a small amount of money is needed The cost is enough."

This kind of topic is mostly discussed among businessmen. in-- "There is almost no money to be made in the mainland. Now we have to go overseas by boat to seek development like Luzon Suzaemon and Chaya Sujiro and others!" Looking at the boundless sea, I heard that on the other side of the sea, the people are rich and prosperous. "Even so, in the eyes of the samurai, we businessmen still live an enviable life. You see, those samurai are simply a group of parasites under the banner of the general. From our point of view, their life is too easy But then again, if there is any movement, they will have to go into battle, and maybe they will die in battle. In order to maintain the reputation of Bushido, they are restricted everywhere, and they cannot live in the way they like. It is really sad! "

"Whether the situation is good or bad, only us businessmen will be affected!" "Even if affected, life is not easy." "As long as you can bow your head, you'll be fine. As for the anger in your chest, you can use money to make up for it." "So enjoy life to the fullest!" "Sometimes I just want to say out loud to them: 'What the hell are you living for?'" The merchants here belong to the middle and upper classes, and they often wear imported blankets to show off their identity as another. If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that the luxurious style that originally belonged to the Taoshan culture has been transferred from the samurai family to the businessman after Taige's death.Just looking at their extravagant wine vessels, gorgeous travel clothes, travel tools, and exquisite decorations...even a stingy businessman is better than a warrior who receives a thousand stones.

"Oh! It's so boring!" "Too boring, let's get started!" "Go! Let's go inside the curtain!" They entered a small curtain, called the waitress to bring drinks, and began to play a kind of "patella card" that was popular in Japan through the south. A handful of gold at stake here could save a starving village, and these people spend like water. This category of people is only a small part of the ship.There is another class, including ronin, Confucian scholars, monks, and some martial arts practitioners. In the eyes of businessmen, they are a group of people who do not know why they live in this world.

Now the men sat in the shadows beside the cargo, looking impassively at the winter sea. Among the group of expressionless people was a teenager. "Hey! Sit still." He leaned against the cargo, facing the sea, holding something round and fluffy in his lap. "Wow! What a cute little monkey." The person next to him said: "It looks very docile." "yes!" "Have you raised it for a long time?" "No, I caught it in the mountains on the way from Tosa to Awa a while ago." "You caught it!" "In order to catch it, I was chased miserably by a group of big monkeys."

During the exchange of pleasantries, the boy didn't raise his head, he clamped the little monkey between his knees to catch fleas for it.With purple ribbons in his hair and flashy clothes, including a crimson vest, he looks like a teenager, but his actual age cannot be seen. Even the pipe he wears is Taiko style.His gorgeous attire is also a relic of the once-popular Momoyama heyday - he did not wear Yuanfu after the age of twenty.Over twenty-five or six years old, still wearing a child's bun, wearing a gold-rimmed headband, and even used to put on a pure and childlike appearance.This trend is still passed down to this day.

Therefore, it is impossible to tell whether he is still underage just by his appearance. He has a strong physique, fair complexion, red lips and bright eyes, and the ends of thick eyebrows are slanted upwards, giving him a serious look. Even so, he is still full of childishness—— "Hey! You're still moving." He patted the little monkey's head, and continued to catch fleas for the little monkey with a childlike innocence.From a compromise point of view, he may be around nineteen or twenty years old, and from the travel clothes on his body, it can be determined that he is not a vassal. On this ship, he is neither a cultivator, a puppet master, nor a poor warrior. In the crowd full of sweaty smell, if I guess right, he should be a ronin.

However, if it is a ronin, there is one thing on his body that is too outstanding, and that is a large combat sword that is slung across the back of the red vest with a leather strap. The blade is as long as a bamboo pole and has no guard. Because of the big sword on his back and the elegant dress, he is particularly eye-catching. "This is really a good knife!" Not far from the boy, Gion Fujiji also looked at him intently, thinking: "This kind of knife is rarely seen in the Jingluo area." With this good knife alone, it is not difficult to imagine how good its owner was before.

Gion Fujiji hopes to have a chance to chat with the boy.The winter afternoon was shrouded in mist, and the sun-drenched Awaji Island had faded into the stern, and the huge sails above the passengers' heads echoed the sound of the waves, rattling. Fujiji was tired of the journey. He yawned several times. If it weren't for being tired of this trip, I wouldn't be aware of the existence of others.Gion Fujiji had been on the ship for fourteen days, so he was very tired. "I don't know if the messenger has delivered the letter... If the letter can be received in time, she will definitely come to the Osaka pier to pick me up!"

He relieved the boredom during the journey by missing Ajia's face. The Yoshioka family has gained both fame and wealth since they became the military law office of General Muromachi's family.But in Qing Juro's generation, the indulgence led to bankruptcy, and even the four martial arts halls were mortgaged. At the end of the year, even the martial arts halls might be confiscated by those businessmen. As the end of the year approached, people from all over the world came to collect debts. Because they couldn't pay off, they had to sell all the inheritance of their father's boxing skills. Now they are completely destitute, and they may not even be able to leave a bamboo hat. what's the problem? Seijuro came to discuss with Fujiji, except that this little master was extravagant, Fujiji should also bear half of the responsibility. give it to me!I'll definitely get it done, just wait and see! He racked his brains to come up with a way, which is to build a Yoshioka-style martial arts Zhenwu Pavilion on the open space to the west of Xidongyuan-because looking at the social situation, martial arts are currently prevalent, and the princes are looking for samurai everywhere.If we vigorously cultivate newcomers and expand the size of the original martial arts hall at this time, we can not only preserve the legacy left by our ancestors, but also promote it to the world—such a heavy responsibility should be the obligation of us younger disciples. . He asked Seijuro to write down the main idea, and sent it to the disciples of Yoshioka Boxing in Kyushu, Shikoku and other places, and visited them everywhere, and his main purpose was to raise funds for the construction of Zhenwu Pavilion. The disciples trained by the ancestors of Yoshioka boxing are currently scattered in various domains, and most of them hold important positions, but even if he uses this gist to lobby everywhere, he is still not as good as the sky, and the donation situation is not as good as Fujiji's budget ideal. Most of the answers are yes, we will contact you again. Or, anyway, let’s donate when we come to Los Angeles later! Now the donation that Fujiji brings back is less than one percent of what he originally expected, but because this financial problem has nothing to do with him, it’s better than nothing anyway, so from now on, he stopped thinking about his little master Seijuro, and instead Blindly fantasizing about the face of Ajia, whom he has not seen for a long time, but he is still yawning, sitting on the turbulent boat, bored to the core. He looked at the beautiful boy who had been helping the monkey catch fleas, envious of him finding a good way to pass the time, Fujiji approached him and said: "Young man, are you going to Osaka?" The beautiful boy stroked the little monkey's head and looked up at him. "Yes, I'm going to Osaka." "Does your family live in Osaka?" "no." "Then you live in Awa country?" "No." This young man was not easy to get close to, so after he answered, he continued to lower his head to help the monkey catch fleas. The dialogue between the two parties seems to be unable to continue. Fujiji was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "Your knife is awesome!" This time he praised the big knife on his back, and the beautiful boy said: "Really? This is my family heirloom." Hearing the other party's appreciation, the beautiful boy turned to Fujiji happily. "This knife was originally used for fighting, so I want to take it to Osaka to find a good knife maker, hoping to change it into a saber." "Even if it's changed to a saber, it still seems to be a bit longer." "Yes! This knife is three feet long!" "What a long knife!" "It would be great if it could be changed to such a length—" The beautiful boy showed his dimples and was very confident. "It is not impossible to sharpen it, even if it is a three-foot or four-foot long knife. But if you can fully exert the power of this knife in real use, it will be very powerful." Fujiji wanted to explore the reality of the beautiful boy. "Walking with a big knife on your back looks majestic, but it varies from person to person. If you run away with such a big knife on your back, it won't look very good. Can I ask you which first-class martial arts you have learned? Woolen cloth?" When it comes to swordsmanship, Fujiji naturally looks down on this young boy. The beautiful boy glanced at the other party's arrogance, and said: "I learned the Tomita style." "Tomita-ryu should use a small knife!" "That's right, it's a small sword. But no one stipulates that you can only use a small sword after learning the Tomita style. I don't like to be like others, so I practiced a big sword in violation of discipline. Master was furious and expelled me from the school." "Hmm! It's good to be a little rebellious when you're young." "Then I left the Joyoji Village in Echizen. I thought that since I am a member of the Tomita Ryumen, I would go to visit Mr. Zhongzhai, the creator of the Nakajo Ryu. He sympathized with my experience and accepted me as an apprentice. I have practiced there for more than four years, and I have learned kung fu well, and the master also thinks that I have almost learned it." "It's easy for the master in the country to send you a swordsmanship catalog or seal." "However, Master Zizhai doesn't easily distribute seals to others. I heard that Master only awarded one seal to one person, and that is my brother Itou Migoro Yidao Zhai. And I also tried my best to hope to get a seal. , so I worked hard and practiced hard day and night, but because of the death of my mother in my hometown, I returned to my hometown halfway through the practice." "Where is your hometown?" "Zhou Fangyan country. After I returned to my hometown, I still urged myself every day. I often went to the Jintai Bridge alone to cut swallows and willows to hone my swordsmanship. This knife is the heirloom 'Changguang knife' given to me by my mother before she died. " "Oh! It's a long light knife!" "There is no name engraved on the knife, it has been passed down through word of mouth. In my hometown, some people call it 'clothes drying pole'!" Originally thought that this beautiful young man didn't like to talk too much, but he didn't expect that when he talked about his favorite topic, he would speak eloquently and eloquently, and he would ignore other people's expressions. Judging from this point and the experience he said earlier, it really doesn't match his appearance. In fact, he is a person with a strong personality. The beautiful boy paused for a moment, looked up at the sky, his eyes reflected the clouds in the sky, and said with a sad expression: "But that Master Zhong Juan passed away due to illness the year before last." He said to himself: "I was in Zhoufang at the time, and when my fellow disciple Cao Tiangui informed me of the bad news, I was grateful for the kindness of my master and was deeply saddened—the Tiangui who has been by my side is a senior brother who entered the sect several times earlier than me. Since I have a blood relationship with uncle and nephew, but I have not been approved. Although I am far away and not with Master, he has already written and printed the catalog before his death. I heard that he has always hoped to award it to me personally. of." Tears welled up in his eyes. Gion Fujiji heard the beautiful boy narrate his past, but he couldn't feel the slightest sadness. But it's better to have someone to chat with than to be bored alone, so he replied: "Hmm! So that's the case!" He pretended to be interested in what the other person was talking about.As a result, the depressed feelings of the beautiful boy blew up even more, and he continued: "At that time, I wish I could go back to see his old man quickly, but I live in Zhoufang, and Master lives in the mountains of Shangzhou, hundreds of miles away, and what's more unfortunate is that my mother is also in that area. Time is dying, so I can't catch up with Master for the last time." The ship shook slightly, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and the sea surface was gray. Occasionally, waves hit the deck, adding to the chill. The sentimental and beautiful boy continued to talk.After all these encounters, he has already sold the real estate in his hometown Zhou Fang, and made an appointment with his brother Cao Tiangui, and now he is leaving for the agreed place. "Master Zizhai has very few relatives. In addition to leaving a meager property to Tiangui, he also prepared gold and Zhongtiaoliu's Yinke catalog for Tiangui to hand over to me who is far away. Tiangui is currently traveling around the world. We are here It was agreed in the letter that we will meet at Fenglaiji Mountain in Sanhe on the spring equinox next year, which is located between Shangzhou and Zhoufang roads. During the waiting period, I want to take a walk around Kinki." He probably had finished what he was about to say, and the beautiful boy turned to Fujiji who was listening to him again. "Are you from Osaka?" "No, I was born in Kyoto." After finishing speaking, he remained silent for a while, listening to the sound of the waves, Fujiji replied casually: "So, you also want to learn a little martial arts!" Fujiji had despised the young man from the very beginning, and now he felt even more dull.Recently, there have been a lot of jerks like this, who claim to be learning martial arts, and immediately show off their seals and catalogs, swaggering everywhere.From his point of view, these are nothing more than trivial schemes, which cannot be considered elegant. Could it be that there are so many masters in this world?He himself had been with the Yoshioka family for nearly twenty years before he had climbed to where he was today—he compared himself to them. If this is the case, what will everyone rely on for food in the future?With this in mind, I hugged my knees and stared at the gray sea. "Kyoto?" The beautiful boy murmured to himself, looked at Fujiji again, and said: "I heard that there is a legacy of Yoshioka boxing in Kyoto called Yoshioka Seijuro. I wonder if he still runs a martial arts gym?" Fujiji thought, you brat, your tone is getting more and more arrogant. However, this guy still doesn't know that he is Gion Fujiji, a senior student of Yoshioka's school. If he knew, he would regret the big words he just said and be ashamed! Fujiji wanted to play tricks on the kid because he was so bored. "That's right, I heard that the Yoshioka martial arts school in Shijo is still very large. Have you ever visited that martial arts school?" "I think if I go to Kyoto, I must visit. I also want to compete with Yoshioka Seijuro, but so far, I haven't been there." "Humph……" Fujiji tilted his head, couldn't help chuckling, and said contemptuously: "You're overconfident." "What did you say?" The beautiful boy was a little angry.I thought, what you said is ridiculous!The beautiful boy couldn't help but sneer. "Although Yoshioka has a huge family, everyone buys him, especially the first generation of boxing is a master, but the current master Seijuro and his brother Shichiro's martial arts are not very good." "How can you know if you don't compare?" "I've heard a lot of rumors. Because they are rumors, not all of them are true. It is said that Keiryu Yoshioka may have fallen." When Fujiji heard this, he really wanted to announce his name and warn the other party to be careful, but if it ended like this, then he was not teasing the other party, but being teased by the other party instead. At this time, there is still a long time before the boat trip to Osaka, so he went on to say: "It turns out that there are always some people who can't spit out ivory, so they make such comments! I have to say, just now you said that you left Master and returned to your hometown. Every day, you went to the Jindai Bridge to chop flying swallows with a big knife. , practiced a good kung fu, didn't you?" "That's what I said." "Then look, the seabirds are flying around on this boat, can you easily chop it down with a big knife?" "..." At this time, the beautiful boy also felt that the other party's tone was malicious. He stared at Fujiji's light purple lips for a long time with wide eyes, and finally said: "Even if I could cut it, I don't want to do this kind of show now-you are not forcing me?" "That's right, since you're so confident, don't take Keiryu Yoshioka seriously." "You don't seem very happy to hear that I derogate the Yoshioka family. Do you have anything to do with them? Or are you a disciple of Yoshioka?" "It's nothing, just because I'm from Kyoto, if someone derogates Yoshioka from Kyoto, I will be upset." "Hahaha... These are all rumors, not what I said!" "young people." "What's up?" "Have you ever heard a proverb: 'A frog at the bottom of a well doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.' Take care of your future, and I will give you some advice now. If you think that the world is so easy to mess up, you will never be able to get ahead. You brag about getting the middle one." Streaming the catalog of Yinke, cutting flying swallows, practicing good sword skills and so on... Such a big talk like you, you treat others as blind. Listen carefully! If you want to brag, you also need to look at the target." "Are you saying I'm bragging?" The beautiful boy asked again carefully. "So what if I tell you?" Fujiji puffed out his chest on purpose, rebutting him. "I'm only saying this for your future. Don't think that you show off your youthful arrogance. It seems admirable, but if it is too exaggerated, it will become disgusting." "..." "You think I listen to everything with gusto, and you get more and more smug. Tell you the truth! I am Gion Fujiji, the disciple of Yoshioka Seijuro. If I hear you criticize Keiryu Yoshioka again, I will not forgive you!" More and more passengers gathered around to watch the excitement, so Fujiji wanted to show off his authority and position, and said: "Young people nowadays are too self-willed!" With that said, he walked towards the stern. The beautiful boy also followed silently. This time it's endless. Passengers predicted a good show.Although there is a distance, everyone will wait and see. In fact, Fujiji didn't want to cause trouble, because when the ship arrived in Osaka, Ajia might come to pick him up. If he had a conflict with a young man before meeting a woman, it would be too eye-catching, and it would cause trouble for himself. He pretended to be indifferent and leaned his elbows on the railing of the ship's side, watching the white waves rolled up by the rudder. "Hey!" The beautiful boy tapped him on the back lightly. It seemed that the beautiful boy was willful, but his tone was calm and not agitated. "Hello!...Mr. Fujiji." Now he could no longer pretend not to hear, he turned his head and asked: "What's up?" "Just now you laughed at me in front of everyone to brag, which made me lose face, so now I decided to perform the martial arts you want to see, please come here." "What did I tell you to do?" "You shouldn't forget. I said that I practiced the big sword by chopping flying swallows by the Jindai Bridge in Zhoufang. You don't believe me, and asked me to chop flying birds on the boat to show you, didn't you?" "I did." "If you see that I can kill seabirds, does that prove that I'm not a braggart?" "you could put it that way." "Okay, I'll show you." "Ok!" Fujiji said with a sneer: "It's no fun if you push yourself too hard and get laughed at." "No, I want to chop it up for you to see." "I won't stop you." "That's why I asked you to come and see." "Okay, I think so." Fujiji opened his eyes wide and was ready to watch the show. The beautiful boy stood in the middle of the stern of the boat about twenty tatami mats in size. With his feet on the deck, he reached out and pulled out the "clothes drying pole" broadsword on his back. "Mr. Fujiji, Mr. Fujiji." he yelled. Fujiji squinted at his posture, and asked him what's the matter? Then, the beautiful boy said solemnly: "I'm sorry, but I want you to call the seabirds to me, and I'll show you how many seabirds you want." It seems that the beautiful boy has learned the wit of the monk Ikkyu, and wants to avenge Fujiji. Obviously, Fujiji was fooled by him.There must be a limit to teasing people. This made Fujiji furious and said: "Shut up, if you can call seabirds flying in the sky at will, then anyone can cut it." Upon hearing this, the beautiful boy said: "The sea is thousands of miles away, and I only have a three-foot sword. If I don't fly to my side, of course I can't cut it!" Fujiji became even more angry, and took two or three steps forward. "You want to make excuses for yourself! If you can't, just say no, and you apologize to me honestly." "No, if I wanted to apologize, I wouldn't put on this posture. If there are no seabirds, I'll show you something else." "What are you going to cut?" "Mr. Fujiji, could you please go five steps forward." "What are you doing?" "Borrow your head, the one who just laughed at me for bragging. Instead of beheading innocent seabirds, it would be more appropriate to behead your head." "You, what did you say?" Fujiji retracted his head unconsciously——suddenly, the handsome boy's elbow snapped away violently like a broken string, he pulled out the big knife on his back, and there was a sound of "snap" piercing the air, The speed is so fast that even the three-foot long sword can only see the light as thin as a needle. "You, what are you going to do?" Fujiji called out while reaching for his neckline. The head was still there, and I didn't feel any abnormality in other parts. "Do you understand it?" After the beautiful boy finished speaking, he walked to the pile of goods. Fujiji's face was livid, he had no time to stop the other party, and at this time he hadn't noticed anything strange about him. After the beautiful boy left, on the deck illuminated by the faint winter sun, Fujiji suddenly saw something strange, it was a bunch of brush-like hair. "what!" Only then did he wake up, and immediately went to touch his hair. It turned out that the lock on the top of his head had been chopped off. "Hey, oh..." He looked shocked, and stroked the top of his head with his hands. Then, the knots in his hair loosened, and his temple hair spread out and fell on his face. "Damn it! You brat." As if he had been hit by a sap, he was filled with anger.But he knew very well in his heart that everything the beautiful boy said was not a lie, nor was he bragging. This boy possessed superb martial arts beyond his age, and he had to accept the fact that there were also people with outstanding martial arts among young people. But the wonder in my heart and the anger in my stomach are two different things.He stood still and saw the beautiful boy return to the place just now, searching around him as if he was looking for something.Fujiji seized the opportunity, he wet the handle of the knife with water, clasped it tightly with both hands, and lowered his body close to the beautiful boy's back, this time, he also cut off his hair. However, Fujiji was not 100% sure, so he simply chopped down the opponent's head, even if he killed the kid, it didn't matter. "Well!" The blood in his whole body was throbbing and his nerves were tense, just at the moment when he made a move.A short distance away from him was a small curtain, where Awa, Kaikuni, and businessmen near Osaka had been playing "patterned cards" since just now, and they were indulging in gambling games. "Not enough cards!" "Where did you fly to?" "Look over there." "No, not here either." They rummaged through boxes and cabinets, looking around, and one of them suddenly looked at the sky and said: "Oh, how did that little monkey climb so high?" The man pointed to the tall mast and shouted. It turned out that there was a monkey on it. The monkey climbed onto the three-foot-high mast. The rest of the passengers, tired of the dull journey at sea, were feeling bored, and gathered round, all looking up. "Look, it seems to be biting something!" "Is it a card?" "Aha! It turned out that the monkey took the players' cards." "Look, that little monkey is also learning to play cards on the mast!" A card fell clattering into the crowd. "Beast." The businessman from China hurriedly picked up the card. "That's not enough, the monkey may have taken three or four more." Others were also chattering. "Quickly call someone to snatch the monkey's cards back! Otherwise, there is no way to continue gambling." "How do you climb that high?" "Call the captain!" "Is it possible for him to climb it?" "Pay the captain and tell him to climb up and get it!" The captain accepted the money and promised to climb up to get it.The captain is the head of the ship, and he should be responsible for this matter, so he said: "Passengers—" He stood on the pile of goods and said to the passengers: "Who raised that little monkey? Ask the owner to come here." No one admitted that he was the owner, but the passengers were all aware of this, and all stared at the beautiful boy in unison. The captain knew it in his heart, but he pretended not to know.Now the captain raised his voice again and said: "Since no one is raising it, let me take care of it. Don't complain later!" Not unmanned.The beautiful boy leaned against the goods, silent as if thinking about something, someone said in a low voice: "What a coward." The captain also stared at the beautiful boy, and the rich businessmen glared at each other because they couldn't continue the game, their eyes seemed to be cursing—you thick-skinned, are you dumb?Or deaf? But the beautiful boy just sat there, as if nothing had happened. "An unraised monkey ran out on the sea. If it was unraised, then I will dispose of it. Everyone, the captain asked repeatedly, but its owner did not come forward. Would you like to be witnesses?" lest the master come and complain later that he didn't hear." "No problem, we will be witnesses." The businessmen just now roared angrily. So the captain went down to the bottom of the hold, and when he came up he had a lighted match and an earthen lance in his hand. The captain was angry. This time, everyone was very excited to see how the young breeder would end up. The little monkey above is very relaxed. The little monkey looked down at the cards facing the sea breeze, as if he was mocking people intentionally or unintentionally.But suddenly it bared its teeth and squeaked loudly, and quickly climbed up to the beam of the mast, and jumped up and down awkwardly on the top of the mast. "..." It turned out that the captain stood below, smoked it with a match, and aimed his spear at it. "Just wait and see! It's your turn to be anxious now!" A drunken man in the crowd scolded from below. "Hush..." A businessman from the border country pulled the drunk man, because the beautiful boy who had been silent until now suddenly stood up and shouted loudly. "captain!" This time the captain pretended not to hear.He was about to ignite the line of the spear with the matchlock—the situation was critical and urgent. "what!" With a bang, the sound of bullets rushed into the sky. It turned out that the long gun was snatched away by the beautiful boy. The passengers were so frightened that some covered their ears and some fell to the ground. The bullet passed through their heads and shot into the vortex outside the ship with a plop . "You, what are you doing?" The captain was so angry that he immediately jumped over and stood straight in front of the beautiful boy. Although he was tall and strong from his sailing career, when he stood in front of the beautiful boy, he was much inferior in comparison. "What are you doing? Didn't you want to shoot that innocent monkey with the gun?" "That's right." "Isn't it too cruel?" "Not at all—I've already stated that." "How did you declare it?" "Are you blind? Or deaf?" "Shut up, even if I'm blind and deaf, I'm still a passenger. I'm a samurai. The captain actually bullied the passengers and yelled at them. As a samurai, I don't bother to answer." "Don't make excuses. Just now I stated repeatedly, whether you like my way of expressing it or not. Besides, before I came forward to deal with it, your monkey harassed the passengers over there, and you actually pretended to be deaf and dumb!" "When you say the guests over there, do you mean the businessmen who gathered in the tent just now?" "Don't be so mean, those passengers paid three times more than the average passenger." "Those businessmen are lawless, blatantly squandering and gambling, and arbitrarily occupying the space for private use, swaggering on the boat, which is already displeasing to the eye. I didn't ask the little monkey to steal the cards, but the little monkey was imitating those guys. I have no reason to come forward and apologize for my bad behavior." Halfway through speaking, the beautiful boy turned to the merchants from Kaikuni and Osaka gathered there, with a sarcastic smile on his ruddy face.