Chapter 6 Section 5

Frogs croaking all around, in front of the small thatched hut. The fire on the ground was so hot that the firewood branches were peeling off. The soft sound of the flute paused for a while, and Musashi poured a large bowl of wine. "This time I went out and defeated another very powerful guy." He took a big sip contentedly, and handed the bowl to Atong. "Is he very strong?" A-Tong also took a sip. "I left a scar here." Musashi opened his clothes, revealing his fine muscles. A fresh scar slanting down the chest to just below the ribs.Not only that, but there were also many large and small knife wounds, all carved by the same knife.

The time from injury to scab is the journey of Musashi walking slowly from Kyoto back to the small river. Atong's fingers carefully followed the scalded scars, inspecting and caring. "I've learned this time, it's not enough to rely on sword aura and aura, the speed on my feet has to be faster." Musashi took the bowl and took another swig greedily: "There is also the angle of cutting. , The fineness of the wrist for controlling the knife is also very interesting. The guy just adjusted it in an instant, and I couldn't touch the knife with him. It's not fair, it's really not fair, to learn a skill that he's used to.

Then Musashi said a lot more. How to occupy the best position at the moment of confrontation, how to use body skills to make up for the lack of speed, how to use the shadow on the ground to confirm the direction of the enemy's knife, and which part of the body must be used to withstand the knife when it is inevitable, and it is better to launch it in an instant Fight back and wait... Atong seems to understand but not understand. Just looking at that terrible scar, I can see God. It had been a long time since Musashi had suffered such a painful injury. "Musashi..." "Ok?"

"Have you ever passed an enemy who knelt down to you and begged for mercy?" "Not once." Musashi looked at the ground fire that devoured the firewood, breathed the primitive and scorching air, and said, "It is not surprising to lose your life in a duel, and it is even the best way for every man who pursues the ultimate martial arts to die." "What if someone kneels down and begs for mercy?" Musashi frowned, thought for a while, and said, "I will end his life with a single blow before he hits his knees, and let him die honorably as a samurai."

"So that's how it is." "What's wrong?" "I suddenly had a feeling that I was afraid that you would die." Haven't had a premonition before?Musashi didn't feel uneasy, but hugged Atong's slender body even tighter. It's nice that someone worries about life or death. Although it will definitely hinder the practice, and there will be nostalgia at the critical moment, but... so what? He likes the feeling of this moment. When Atong's fingers passed the scar on Musashi's body, Musashi felt a bulging pain. This is a deep pain that has never been felt during fierce slashing.

"Is it embarrassing to beg for mercy?" Atong said quietly. "I never thought about it. What is that? If you ask for forgiveness, don't go this way in the first place." Musashi was decisive. For me, when I am about to lose my life, can I kneel and pray to the enemy to live? Atong thought so, but dared not say it. When she loves Musashi more and more, she knows that the more she can't hinder this man from pursuing his dream. Slashing each other with a knife is the happiness of this man.As for himself, he was just a port for this man to seek comfort. fair enough.Also very good.

Lying in his arms, Atong breathed contentedly the faint stench emanating from Musashi's body. If this kind of sweetness can become eternal, I don't know how happy I would be. "Musashi...do you still remember our agreement?" Atong looked at the fire. "To become unparalleled in the world!" Musashi shouted: "Definitely!" The rude roar made even the firewood on the ground tremble with fear. "There is...another little promise." "what?" "...That is, when you reincarnate in the next life, you must remember Atong's face."

"Hahahahaha! No problem, I will ask Atong for advice." "It's not a joke." Atong was a little annoyed, his little face clenched into a ball: "I'm afraid that you, Musashi, will forget what Atong looks like, and there will be so many people that you can't find Musashi. I don't know what to do, I want to help Musashi wash clothes, play the flute, but there is no way..." Musashi was moved. Compared with Wushuang in the world—— The reasons for wanting to be unparalleled in the world are too important.