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"Ah! It's another beautiful day!"

Mizuhara Makoto got out of his sleeping bag. Last night, he slept in an igloo, but he didn't feel the cold at all and slept very soundly.

I have to say that the structure of the igloo is very reasonable.

The thick layer of snow not only resists the cold air from the outside, but also allows the heat emitted by people and fires to circulate inside the igloo.

Therefore, the house is made of ice and snow, but it seems very cold. In fact, the inside may be much warmer than many houses made of bricks and tiles.

"Meow!"

"Eat! Once you're full, we can continue on our way."

The Temple of the Five Internal Organs, which sacrificed two big fat fishes again, Mizuhara Makoto and the little cat, stopped mourning because they received satisfactory offerings.

The two fat fish also returned to the west with gratitude for one person and one cat.

However, the cooking method is slightly different from yesterday. The one for the little cat is still sashimi, while the one for Mizuhara Makoto is grilled fish, which saves the unbearable pain of a thousand dollars.

After eating, Mizuhara Makoto continued on his journey without making any further stops.

Only the way of traveling has changed.

"Wuhu! Take off!"

Although he never had the opportunity to actually ski in his previous life, with Mizuhara Makoto's current qualities and good balance, he quickly picked up the sport.

A big tree was cut down and two skis were cut out.

Using the remaining branches, Mizuhara Makoto made two walking sticks for controlling direction.

Just like this, he tied the skis to his feet, held the ski poles in both hands and pushed hard, and Mizuhara Cheng jumped out like flying.

"Although the equipment is crude, it is quite useful."

Mizuhara Makoto, who turned into a lightning-like curve on the snowfield, stared at the front with all his attention. From the corner of his eye, he saw the scenery on both sides receding and couldn't help but sigh.

This way of traveling is undoubtedly extremely efficient.

At least this is much less laborious and faster than walking step by step on the ice and snow with just two legs.

Along the way.

Mizuhara Makoto has a deeper understanding of the Iron Kingdom.

This is a country with a strong samurai culture. Sword gyms are everywhere here, but other than that, there isn't much new happening.

No matter how you come, you have come...

Mizuhara Makoto did not miss this rare opportunity.

As a samurai (pseudo), he went to a well-known gym for a check-in event and had a friendly competition with the sword of thanksgiving.

Countless friendships won!

"Master, I understand!"

"Master, I've realized it too!"

"..."

When he saw people of all ages who could be regarded as his uncle Lao Wang, they bowed down to him respectfully, as if they couldn't accept it.

Mizuhara Makoto feels pretty good.

"Is this what it feels like to be respected? Am I also a master of swordsmanship?"

"Ahem, please call me the world's greatest swordsman!"

In the deserted place, Mizuhara Makoto's brain began to twitch intermittently again, but this time the system seemed to confirm his success.

[Title reward: Sword Master]

[Your achievements in the field of kendo have been unanimously recognized by everyone, and everyone respectfully calls you the master of kendo. 】

[Although you are actually a cook. 】

[All knife skills are for cutting vegetables. 】

[But since everyone recognizes your swordsmanship, you should be able to be regarded as a swordsman, right? 】

[Effect [-]: You can quickly master sword weapons. 】

[Effect [-]: You have unique insights into swordsmanship and swordsmanship, making it easier to see flaws and counterattack. 】

"Wow, not bad!"

Having long been accustomed to the system's strange behavior from time to time, Mizuhara Makoto has long been focusing more on reward effects.

The title reward is really good.

His trip to the Iron Country Gym to check in was really fruitful...

·······

One year later, the Land of Grass.

Suwon Makoto had sufficient travel funds, so he spent a whole year abroad.

After coming out of the Kingdom of Iron, I went to the Kingdom of Yu to soak in the hot springs. I experienced many small countries on the way, and finally entered the Kingdom of Grass sandwiched between the two countries of Fire and Earth.

"It's really interesting to say that these countries don't know what they think. How dare a small town call itself a country?"

"Meow?"

With the kitten on his head, Mizuhara Chengcheng walked along the path, talking to his cat over and over about what he had seen along the way.

Just facing the topic raised by his own man, Xiaomao was a little helpless.

Do you know who you are talking to?

I'm just a cat!

Shouldn't all I need to think about is acting coquettishly, being cute, and wanting a hug?

Why are you talking to me about national affairs?

"However, although some countries are small, they are quite distinctive and are developing very well, but they are too fragile!"

Mizuhara Makoto sighed.

Along the way, he met the country in name only, and the development was really unique.

Like the country of melons, due to its geographical location, the climate is extremely suitable for growing melons and fruits, and the quality of the melons and fruits produced is also extremely high.

It takes this as its characteristic industry.

People who go there every year to eat the fresh fruits are full of praise.

Like this, which are not large in scale but are developing well, there are also the Country of Fishing and the Country of Brocade, etc.

But development is development.

Mizuhara Makoto still believes that military strength is more important. Although these "small countries" seem to have high GDP per capita, they are too fragile.

A slight fluctuation in the dispute between the great powers may plunge them into catastrophe.

"Ugh!"

Mizuhara Cheng sighed inexplicably, and the kitten seemed to have discovered something.

"Meow meow meow!"

He patted Mizuhara Makoto's head gently with his small paws, and the kitten started to meow in one place.

"what happened?"

"Meow!"

"Hey, is there someone here?"

Following the direction pointed by his cat, Mizuhara Makoto opened the grass that was as tall as a person and found an unconscious person lying inside.

A little red-haired girl!

The little girl's breath was extremely weak. He was wandering to nowhere just now and didn't pay much attention to it. If Maomao hadn't reminded him, he would have ignored it.

"Oh! Come out, stop hiding!"

Country of Grass!

Red hair!

As soon as the key information was captured, Mizuhara Cheng quickly figured out what he was involved in.

This little girl should be from the Uzumaki clan.

Everyone should know what happened to the Uzumaki clan members in the Country of Grass. She should have found an opportunity to escape.

But he didn’t completely escape...

To ordinary people, the surrounding area might seem deserted, but in Mizuhara Makoto's conscious perception, everything is clear.

"one two three four······"

Twelve people.

When Mizuhara Makoto was checking the little girl's body.

Twelve ninjas have surrounded them from all sides.

They didn't react at all to Mizuhara Makoto's words, they just kept their original pace and narrowed the encirclement.

"Oh! I knew this day would come!"

Him, Mizuhara Makoto!

Just a salted fish!

Fighting and killing things are very inconsistent with his temperament, but sometimes there is no choice in this world...