I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

"But only for now."

"You must remember to carefully conceal your whereabouts in the future. Don't let outsiders find out that Ogata Yidaosai is still alive."

"If news spreads that Ogata Yidao Zhai is still alive, the general will definitely order me to lead Huo Fu Thief Kai's large troops to arrest you."

"If the general orders me to lead a large force to arrest you, I can't refuse."

"so"

Hasegawa deliberately didn't finish speaking.

Even if he didn't finish his words, he successfully conveyed what he wanted to express to Ogata.

"I understand." Ogata nodded with a faint helplessness on his face, "I will try my best."

Now that the matter of cooperation has been negotiated, there is naturally no reason to stay in Huofu Thief's headquarters.

After exchanging pleasantries with Hasegawa for a while, Ogata and Mucun walked out of Huofu Thief Kai's headquarters together.

Before leaving, Hasegawa told Ogata and Mucun to come to the headquarters of Huofu Thief Kai tomorrow.

By tomorrow, he will prepare a map of Edo and its surrounding areas, and then draw the approximate location of the Shiranui base on the map.

As soon as he got away from the headquarters of Huofu Thief Kai, Mucun let out a sigh of relief, and then said:

"It's much smoother than expected. It's really great that Mr. Hasegawa agreed to cooperate with us so readily."

After sighing softly, Hasegawa asked Ogata:

"Brother Ogata, what are we going to do now?"

"Does it need to be said?" Ogata supported the saber on his waist, "Since we have promised to cooperate with Hasegawa, we will naturally start working."

"Let's find the registration place for the Imperial Trial Match that is closest to here first, and then sign up for the Imperial Trial Match."

"Guian."

Mu Cun randomly stopped a passerby.

"Excuse me, do you know where the registration place for the Imperial Trial Match is closest to here?"

Edo Castle, with a population of one million, is so huge that there must be more than one registration place for the "Imperial Trial Cooperation".

The goal of Ogata and Mucun is naturally the nearest registration place.

Just after Mu Cun finished asking, the passer-by didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he looked up and down Mucun and Ogata standing beside Mucun several times with strange eyes.

"You go straight along this road, then turn right, then go straight for a certain distance and then turn left."

Passers-by quickly reported a series of words and sentences like the name of a dish.

Fortunately, he didn't read too many words, so Ogata and Mucun managed to remember the location of the nearest registration place.

Neither Ogata nor Mucun had time to thank the passerby, and the passerby quickly ran away from their field of vision.

Looking at the passers-by who were rapidly shrinking in their field of vision, Ogata and Mucun showed wry smiles at the same time.

"Brother Ogata, did you see the look in his eyes just now?" Mucun spoke out first.

"Ah, I see." Ogata raised his hand and scratched his hair, "That person was not very good at hiding his emotions just now."

Although the passer-by tried to cover up when they looked at Ogata and Mucun just now, Ogata and Mucun could still sense some traces of disgust from the passerby's gaze.

"He doesn't hate the kind of person who is a stranger?" Mu Cun asked.

The accent of Makimura's speech shows that he is not a native of Edo.Although he has no longer settled in Kyoto, it is difficult to get rid of his local accent. Until now, Mucun still has a strong Kyoto accent when speaking.

"He may have regarded us as the kind of ronin who came from afar to participate in the imperial trial." Ogata said.

As soon as Ogata's words fell, Mucun nodded slightly, and said with a wry smile: "It should be like this."

People in Edo had great opinions on those ronin who came from afar to participate in the "Imperial Trial". Regarding this matter, Mucun still knew about it.

To put it bluntly, ronin are a bunch of jobless people.

And it's a bunch of unemployed vagrants with weapons and maybe some skills.

Although these wanderers who poured into Edo are certainly not all bad people.

But as long as there are a few outlanders who have done bad things in Edo, the impression of the Edo locals on these outlanders will inevitably take a turn for the worse.

What's more, the number of outlanders making trouble in Edo during this period is not one or two.

The Shirobei Club even had to post a post to recruit "temporary workers" because of the increase in out-of-town vagrants and the deterioration of Yoshihara's public security. One can imagine how destructive these out-of-town rogues were and how much trouble they caused the local people in Edo.

Ogata and Mucun, who could fully understand the way the passer-by looked at them with strange eyes just now, followed the route the passer-by said just now, and went to the registration place for the "Imperial Trial Match".

Although the sight of the passer-by showed that he did not welcome foreigners like Ogata and the others, he did not fool Ogata and Mucun, and he still accurately informed the location of the registration place.

The registration place is next to a Tsujiban.

The so-called Tsujiban is the sentry of this era.

The original intention of Tsujiban's design is to strictly prevent the kind of samurai with problematic brains from going to the street to kill people and try their swords.

A small wooden house at the corner of the street. There are a lot of figures shaking in the house. 6 officials holding thorns are standing on both sides of the gate of this small wooden house. This is Tsujiban at this street corner.

The six policemen armed with stabs and guarding outside the gate of Tsujiban swept their vigilant eyes back and forth.

Next to this Tsujiban, there is a wooden table barely big enough for two people to sit side by side.

Sitting behind this wooden table are two haori-ori youths dressed in the family crest of the Tokugawa family that ruled the Edo shogunate, the "Shamrock Aoimon".

On this wooden table is a stack of small "paper mountains".

It seems that in order to let people who come and go know that this place is the registration place for "Yuqian Trial Held", there is a big flag next to this wooden table with the words "Imperial Trial Held" printed on it. big characters.

At this time, there happened to be a ronin standing in front of this table, talking to the shogunate officials sitting behind the table.

He will stand in front of this table, and he should also sign up for the "Imperial Trial".

The young man who was standing in front of the desk to sign up could be described as a standard ronin.

Greasy and knotted hair, clothes so dirty that you can't see their original color, a face covered with dirt and dust, sweat dripping from the forehead from time to time, washing away faint white marks on the face.

I don't know how long he hasn't bathed, and Ogata can even vaguely see flies flying around his body.

The two shogunate officials sitting behind the table seemed to be unable to bear the body odor of this person, while frowning and holding their breath, their faces were very ugly.

When Ogata and Mucun came to the registration place, the ronin had just completed his registration procedures, and strode away from the desk with a high-spirited appearance.

It wasn't until the ronin left that the two shogunate officials sitting behind the table finally seemed to be relieved, let out a sigh of relief, and fanned their noses vigorously.

After the ronin left, Xu Bian stepped forward to fill the vacancy at the desk he had just left.

"Your safety." After Ogata asked briefly, he went straight to the topic, "I want to participate in the imperial trial."

Seeing another person who wanted to participate in the "Imperial Trial", the two officials quickly stopped fanning their noses.

One of them quickly pulled out a new blank paper from the mountain of paper placed in the corner of the table.

Another person took out a stack of old paper.

Ogata is also very familiar with this old stack of papers, which are wanted warrants.

No wonder the major registration areas are set up next to Tsujiban. Once a fugitive wanted criminal is found, he will be arrested and brought to justice at the same place. However, apart from me, there should be no other wanted criminal who will come to participate so blatantly." Try it out before the imperial court"

"What's your name? Where are you from? How old?"

"Mashima Goro, Izumo Ronin. 21 years old." The official's voice brought Ogata's attention back to reality.

While the official was asking Ogata questions while writing down on the paper in front of him, the other officer sitting next to him was holding a large stack of wanted warrants and flipping through the wanted warrants in his hand. .

In this era, there is no ID card, and it is impossible to find out the person's household registration in a very short period of time, so the registration process is very short.

You only need to report your name, where you are from, your age, and the martial arts genre you use.

After quickly completing the registration for the "Imperial Trial Match", Ogata suddenly heard a voice that was a little strange, but felt as if he had just heard it recently:

"Huh? Is that you?"

As soon as the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar voice fell, Xu Fang hurriedly looked back.

After seeing who the owner of the voice was, Ogata frowned quickly.

After seeing clearly who this person was, Ogata instantly understood why the voice was both unfamiliar and familiar.

The owner of this voice is the Takikawa Heiichiro who I met in Yoshiwara's residence the day before yesterday who can recite "The Analects of Confucius" in Chinese and claims to show his skills in the "Gozen Trial" to gain the appreciation of Matsudaira Sadanobu .

Recently, I have to be busy with my internship report, so there will be fewer updates in the past few days

Cold knowledge: In ancient Japan, Kyoto people were the most discriminated against.

Because many people in Kyoto think that they live in the same city as the emperor and live on the imperial land, many people in Kyoto look down on foreigners.

Today's small Japanese history class will share with you some things that you should be very interested in.

The content is more exciting, and the car will drive very fast, so please be mentally prepared before reading the "writer's words" below.

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Chapter 391 The Steam Engine and the Imperial Examination System 】

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Makimura did not know Takikawa.

Seeing Ogata frowning and looking at Takikawa, Mucun turned his head to the direction where Ogata was, and asked Ogata in a low voice:

"Brother Ogata, do you know him?"

"Let's say I don't know each other, but it's not the kind of friendly acquaintance."

Although when he saw Ogata frowning, Mucun roughly guessed that even if Ogata and this samurai he didn't know knew each other, the friendship must not be good.

But after hearing Ogata admit that his relationship with this person is not that kind of friendly relationship, Mucun's face is still uncontrollably covered with bitterness.

"That man's clothes seem to be made of high-quality silk from Sendai Hei. It looks like he should be a high-ranking samurai. How did you get on bad terms with these high-ranking samurai?"

The name of "Xiantaiping" is known to everyone, and everyone knows it.

In the words of the modern earth, "Sendai flat" is a well-known brand.

A brand specializing in high-end silk.

Because of its excellent quality, "Sendai Ping" has become one of the tributes specially paid to the royal family and the general's family.

Those who can use "Sendai Flat" in this era are all big families.

Mucun has worked in Kyoto for 5 years and has met many rich and powerful families.

Because he was considered someone who had seen the world, his vision was naturally good, so he could tell at a glance that the clothes worn by this samurai whom he did not know were all high-end items that ordinary samurai could not wear.

Unlike the day before yesterday when we first met in Yoshiwara's residence, Takikawa was wearing a black haori with a straight-striped hakama.

The sword worn at his waist was also different from the one Ogata saw the day before yesterday.

The hilts and bands of the Uchidao and Wakisashi are inlaid with decorative silver ornaments, which look extremely gorgeous.

Because it is too gorgeous, people doubt whether these two knives have actual combat value.

Although Ogata was not able to recognize at a glance that the clothes Takikawa was wearing were all made of "Sendai Flat" high-grade fabrics like Makimura, but he could also tell that the clothes on him were not ordinary.

Pretty handsome facial features, clean and tidy Tsukiyo head, coupled with gorgeous clothing and exquisite saber, make him look dignified, and the aura emanating from his body seems to proudly announce to everyone that he is a banner samurai identity of.

And his imposing attire indeed attracted a lot of attention for him.

Many passers-by who passed by him turned their heads and cast glances with different emotions at Takikawa.

The eyes of the men are mainly surprised, jealous, and envious.

And the eyes of women are less jealous and envious.But it was replaced by a lot of other emotions.

Takikawa is not alone.

Behind him were many people who seemed to be Takikawa's friends.

Ogata counted, and there were 13 people in the group behind Takikawa.

After frowning and looking at Takikawa who suddenly appeared, Ogai lowered his body's center of gravity slightly, and was ready to draw his sword out of its sheath at any time.

The day before yesterday, Takikawa had a big embarrassment when he stayed at the residence.

In this era when samurai generally value reputation and face, if an outsider and a samurai accidentally touch the samurai's shoulder when they pass by, the samurai may draw a knife and slash someone.