Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

Taking the box from Hirano's hand, the secretary carefully looked at it.

The workmanship is a bit rough, but the material is the type that can be preserved for a long time.

On the outside, he also clearly saw some bloodstains and cracks.

Perhaps, that is what the owners of the past generations left behind on the way to protect the box.

"For the owners of past generations, the most important thing is the inheritance of Suliu Dojo."

Glancing at the box, Hirano's eyes showed a trace of emotion.

"The second most important thing is this box."

He still clearly remembered what his father's teacher said the night before he took over as the master of the Suliu Dojo.

"Hirano, you have to keep this box firmly in your heart."

"After you become the owner of the game, you will spend your whole life protecting it."

"Even if it is death, you must entrust it to the next owner before you can die!"

After saying this, the old farm owner drove Hirano out, leaving only himself in the house.

No one knows what he was thinking that night.

It was only on the second day, after Hirano took over, that the box in front of him was handed over to him.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Hirano continued.

"If I hadn't met Mr. Secretary, I would have left something in it when I grew old."

As he said that, he also glanced at Qianhe.

"After handing it over to Qianhe, it will go round and round, and it will be guarded from generation to generation."

Touching the bloodstains and cracks on the box, the Secretary seemed to have seen the scene when the former owners were protecting the box.

How long is life, and in this short time, how many promises will be made.

Many people can't even make a verbal promise, let alone defend it with their lives.

But Hirano and the others have used a hundred years to prove themselves.

After a moment of silence, the secretary responded.

"For hundreds of years, you have worked hard."

"Mr. Secretary, you didn't ask us to do this."

Shaking his head, Hirano smiled.

"All of this is a choice made by our family."

"We have no complaints about this!"

As he spoke, he took out a small key from his pocket.

"Please open it, sir."

Putting the key in both hands, he stood aside and looked at the secretary quietly.

The key of the box has also experienced the erosion of the years and looks a little dilapidated.

Nodding, the secretary didn't speak, but just pushed the key into the keyhole.

With a slight twist, a crisp sound was heard.

"Crack."

The tightly closed box slowly opened, revealing the contents inside.

There are not many things, most of them are small objects or notes.

But at the top, it was a fragment.

Looking at it, it seems to be a part of a bamboo knife.

And on the fragment, there seemed to be some words engraved on it.

Pick it up, the Secretary read softly.

"The owner of the Suliu Dojo, Yuan Yuan, is ashamed of the expectations of the past dynasties and failed to wait."

"I entrust everything to my son Hirano today, and may our hopes come true soon."

"Yuan, I'm tired."

Madoka was Hirano's father's name.

And Hirano has already recognized what that fragment is.

That was his father's bamboo knife, and it was the most important personal possession since he was a child.

Even Hirano himself was not allowed to touch it by his father.

But that night, it was broken by Yuan himself, engraved and put into the box.

"This is your father's stuff."

Put the fragments into Hirano's hands, Secretary Secretary said.

"Although I haven't met him, I can feel that he is an upright person."

"Thank you."

At this moment, Hirano was already in tears.

I saw him hold the fragment in his hand, put it on his chest, and said in a trembling tone.

'Father will be delighted to hear you say that. '

Nodding his head, the secretary looked at the second item in the box.

It was a note with some words on it.

"Hahaha, it seems that I am not the one who can wait for that one."

"It's a pity. I wanted to see what it looked like, but that's it."

"The owner of the field, Linkui, just retreat!"

Linkui is one of the few female owners in Suliu Dojo.

At the same time, she is also Hirano's grandmother, with an extremely bold nature.

It can also be seen from the words left behind that in the last moment, what she showed was not just regret.

More, it is an indescribable relief.

Taking out the branch of Linkui, Si Shu and others looked at the next one.

The next few notes all expressed his regret that he had no hope of waiting for the secretary, as well as his wish to entrust his hope to the next owner.

And the more you scroll down, the older the age.

Similarly, the handwriting becomes more blurred.

But no matter what, the secretary didn't show any impatience.

Slowly take out the thing and read the words on it.

After being silent and thinking for a while, put it aside steadily.

Soon, half of the contents of the box were taken out.

At this time, an unusual thing appeared.

It was a broken piece, as if torn from a garment.

It seemed that it had been completely soaked in blood and turned dark red.

On the top, there are also some words written.

"Su Liu suffered misfortune, and I am ashamed of the past owners."

"Combined with its weak strength, it has been wandering abroad for many years, and it is still impossible to rebuild the dojo."

"There is no hope in this life. May the owners and those who wait for future generations forgive Eucalyptus for its incompetence!"

Eucalyptus was the son of the farm owner who survived the massacre.

Although it was only three simple sentences, Hirano and others could still feel the pain that Eucalyptus experienced.

There is only one person left in the huge dojo, with nothing to rely on, everything can only be relied on by oneself, and start all over again.

In his later years, he still made no progress, and finally died of hatred.

"Eucalyptus owner, that's not your fault."

Looking at the dark red rag, Qian He covered his mouth, the tears on his face could not be stopped at all.

The experience of the two is somewhat similar, both lost their parents when they were young.

Therefore, Asazuru can understand and experience the emotions in Eucalyptus's words.

It's just that she has her grandfather to rely on, which is considered a blessing in misfortune.

Even so, after losing both parents, Qian He almost couldn't get over it himself.

As for the eucalyptus farm owner, he can only rely on himself for everything.

In such an era, I'm afraid it would be better to die directly.

The more silent, the secretary took out the rag and looked at the next one.

Note after note, object after object.

Although each note wrote the sadness of the current owner, some even expressed their self-blame and pain.

But in any case, the same thing is not expressed.

That is, never regret the choices you make.

They spent their entire lives waiting for the secretary, and they had no regrets!

In the end, there was only one thing left in the box.

That's the bottom, a letter.

On the outermost side of the letter, a few words were clearly written.

"The owner of the Suryu Dojo, Komajiru."