Pirate: Reincarnated as a Black Charcoal Orochi

'It is at this time that such a troublesome person arrived in Wano Country. '

Kanjuro, who was already very tired from dealing with too many complicated affairs, could only temporarily put down the scroll in his hand, which according to the habit of the ninja army, was densely packed with small characters, even the gaps on the paper.

He raised his hands, which were somewhat numb in order to be able to approve the documents as quickly as possible, and pressed heavily on the acupuncture points that helped to maintain his eyes.

And as the numbness that penetrated his entire brain flashed by, Kanjuro's whole body trembled because of his sudden thought.

'Could it be that... this swordsman somehow sensed the emptiness of our country at this moment? '

In the hall where he was the only one sitting on his knees, Kanjuro excitedly slapped his thighs.

Kanjuro, whose white hair was starting to lose its luster compared to the past, couldn't help but widen his eyes hidden under the bright and thick eyeshadow because of his bold suspicion.

Although within the Yobuki Taisha Shrine, which has the highest status in the current Shinto system of Wano Country and is the headquarters of the national shrines, the status of the priesthood is only that of Gonomiyaji, who is subordinate to the "Miyaji-sama" as the "present human god".

At the same time, he was also the number one person who actually controlled Wano Country as the head of the Kuotan family after Orochi secretly left the country.

Kanjuro's thoughts, which he could hardly suppress, were suspected of "improving other people's ambitions and destroying his own prestige".

It's nothing like the "Nine Red Scabbards" who were nicknamed "Sudden Rain" because of their personal bravery in the past.

But maybe it's because in his past life experience, he has never been required to make judgments on his own.

It seems that "Kanjuro" is born to place all his body and mind on others or other things.

For the current Kanjuro, even if he were to give orders, it would cause him to accumulate too much pressure deep in his body.

The original situation didn't seem so bad, but this deteriorating and exponentially worsening situation can be said to be due to his inner weakness, or perhaps also to the many problems that occurred after being entrusted with an excessively heavy burden by the Orochi without authorization. One of the side effects.

But even so, for the exhausted Kanjuro, Orochi's orders always have the highest priority;

Wano Country, the dream country of the Kutan family for hundreds of years, is also more important than one's own physical and mental health.

As long as he thinks about this, he has been dreaming of going back to the past all the time recently. Kanjuro, who only needs to fulfill Orochi's orders to live his life as usual, once again took out his body from the body that was close to thirsty. Little energy left.

After snapping the smart snail fixed on the low table in front of him, Kanjuro, who regained his composure, asked the official who was walking in on his knees:

"How? Have you figured out the swordsman's whereabouts?"

"Yes, Lord Kanjuro."

Under the high bulge of Tsukiyo's hair, there were still two hair tails with funny arcs. The smart young official immediately bowed his head and continued:

"This outer sea swordsman seems to have an 'eyesight' that is beyond ordinary people, and he also has combat power that far exceeds that of the ordinary Orochi Army Ashigaru.

Therefore, according to the judgment of his subordinates, he could only order the ninjas of the ninja army to follow him from a distance.

Several squads were used to monitor alternately to ensure that the swordsman's whereabouts could be completely grasped by our town's chief minister. "

"Well, well done."

It is not a bad thing to be cautious, and the swordsman Kanjuro can see his extraordinary qualities at a glance does have value worthy of being treated with such caution by the current Wano Country.

'Although in terms of absolute strength, I am definitely far better than a young man who has not yet entered the Yuanfu. '

Even though he was thinking this, there was no emotion similar to "satisfaction" in Kanjuro's heart.

"It should be said that he really deserves to be the diner that His Highness Orochi once personally named, and even needed Fu Lu Shou to recruit him?"

Kanjuro's heart couldn't help but ripples as he casually mentioned some information that made even the junior officials fear for their lives.

And he couldn't help but think of the scene he had glimpsed earlier through the eyes of the ink-painted animals on the seashore of Wano Country.

"Not to mention the slash that seemed to announce his identity to the whole world, and was enough to make the wind and waves of the sea calm down for a few breaths.

The vigor in him alone is not something ordinary mediocre people who call themselves 'samurai' can possess.

Although it is a bit disgusting to say this, the last time I saw such a young but outstanding swordsman was 17 years ago..."

'Yes, the guy with the stupid bun and the same stupid mind. '

But before Kanjuro blurted out the second half of his sentence, he was interrupted by a heart-piercing words:

"You talk too much, Kanjuro-sama."

Uh-huh!Plop!

With a muffled sound, the "monk" with a high forehead and shoulder-length earlobes suddenly appeared in the hall where there were only two people.

It seems that there is quite a bit of criticism about Kanjuro's behavior of not knowing what to say.

Fu Lushou, who personally removed the excess mouth, also expressed his dissatisfaction to this colleague in a rare moment:

"Please be sure to pay attention to your behavior in the future. After all, these officials should be valuable human resources now."

As the target of admonishment, Kanjuro said somewhat nonchalantly:

“No, so the moment I said it, I had no intention of letting this guy live anymore.

Although he does have considerable talent, he does not have the ability to guard his inner desires.

The moment he reached out to those famous swords registered in the eucalyptus, his future and future as an official also disappeared..."

After carefully tying the scroll in his hand with a snap, Kanjuro randomly raised his head and stared at his colleague whose expression had not changed at all.

"However, it's impossible that Fu Lushou, the leader of the Orochi Royal Court Fans, doesn't know about something of this magnitude, right?"

"You said so."

Kanjuro, who was treated so perfunctorily, had no intention of pursuing further investigation. He just asked the leader of the most well-informed ninja in the country:

"How? Where is that swordsman now? What is he doing now?"

As the leader of the ninjas in Wano, Fukuro Juju replied with a calm expression and told him what he knew:

"That swordsman is currently in the lower town of the capital, walking on the street run by Kanyue's family."

"Oh, my guest, you must have just arrived in this country from overseas."

"Ah, that's true."

"Hehe, that's what I said."

And just when the two people who currently have the highest power in the country are discussing intensively how to deal with the swordsman, there is a completely different Heitan City, which is located on the increasingly strong sacred cherry tree overlooking all living beings. A scenic spot at a Shitamachi noodle stall.

Wearing a navy blue Jinbei suit with wheat ear patterns, the owner of the noodle stall, who looked to be over fifty years old, glanced at the regular customers who originally had different opinions with satisfaction. After showing weakness to himself with a naive smile, he raised his head proudly.

"After all, if it were the sons of Shitamachi who were originally from the capital, no one would not know my name, Udon Sennin!"

"Hey, but Ah Liang, I remember you weren't the one buying ramen?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you guys! If you keep talking nonsense, how about you tie up all the idle notes you made before!"

As if he was quite proud of his eyesight, the noodle stall owner immediately moved the noodles floating in a large pot of boiling water with a quick and ordinary movement. Lift and drain in the air.

Then, at a speed that would leave an afterimage in the eyes of ordinary people, he immersed it all in the ice water that was standing by.

After washing away the lake-formed substances on the surface, there was another set of neat movements of filling bowls, adding ingredients, and serving soup.

It was only a few dozen breaths before the order was placed, and the boss served a piece of noodles with a dark soup base in a wooden bowl in front of the swordsman, who had not eaten for nearly three days.

"Here we come! This is Udon, the fox of the charcoal capital, who has the characteristics of Udon Sage, and I will receive a hundred guans!

But, consider this a welcome gift from the son of Shitamachi to you newcomers who have come all the way to the capital. I won’t charge you for this order.

Hello!Zhongchuan, I want this little brother’s face money to be recorded in your account! "

"Hey! Why, Dad."

"Why? If you are so stingy, the name Shitamachi Son on you will make you cry!"

And in the warm atmosphere created by the Kuoda noodle stall owner and the regulars who were attracted by his personality, the swordsman who had learned the etiquette of this country at some point had no intention of coldly rejecting the store's kindness. .

After nodding and thanking the boss, the swordsman did not make a fuss over the Capital City soy sauce soup base in front of him, which was earlier derided by the Baiwu villagers as "washing pot water soup base".

Just after clasping his hands and whispering "I'm going to start", he lowered his head and started eating silently.

On the first day of the entrance, the swordsman was able to keep his expression calm.

But then there is something contained in these seemingly ordinary ingredients.A rich taste that comes directly from the land beneath your feet.

It was like a combination of punches that became more and more powerful one after another, completely defeating the swordsman coming from the outer sea.

This is not for some "hunger is the best seasoning" story-telling reason.

A swordsman who is sure that his sense of taste is as delicate as the swordsmanship he has honed to this day.This bowl of noodles, which seemed ordinary and could even be made from dark cuisine, was indeed one of the best noodles he had ever eaten in his life.

And this is not because of the boss's superb skills. In fact, although the boss's movements are so good that even a swordsman can't make any big mistakes, his seasoning and dough The handling can only be described as a mess.

The swordsman can only regard the reason why such a degree of deliciousness can be maintained under such circumstances as the credit of the ingredients themselves.

'I see, not only is it delicious, these foods also have a valuable 'inner' that goes beyond their simple appearance. '

The swordsman with eyes like an eagle couldn't help but relax, closed his eyes and carefully felt the feedback coming from his stomach:

What is covered on this bowl of extremely dark noodles is said to be some kind of fried soybean product. The only vegetable is some kind of herb that the boss sprinkles finely on top at the end. Its composition can be said to be quite... unhealthy.

However, after the swordsman ate these ingredients together, he did not suffer from indigestion due to reasons such as the ingredients being too greasy.

In fact, they were immediately digested by the swordsman's long-empty stomach without any problems.

The swordsman who is familiar with the various reactions of the human body naturally knows that this unimaginable digestion speed means that this bowl of noodles is providing his body that has been hungry for several days with everything it urgently needs.

Underneath the sparse portion of this bowl of noodles, which seemed not enough to gargle, there was hidden nutrition and satiety far beyond the swordsman's imagination.

'Can my body be satisfied with just a bowl of noodles that looks just like plain noodles?Incredible. '

Looking at the noodle stall owner who was still proudly showing off his craftsmanship to his regular customers.

There are still so many questions to ask about this incredible country and these incredible ingredients.

So after the swordsman named Mihawk thanked him sincerely, he quickly said while the boss took the empty bowl:

"Thank you boss for your fox udon. It's really delicious."

"Ah hahaha, little brother, you are really very knowledgeable. I didn't call the name 'Udon Sage' by myself!"

"No, no, no, you are the one screaming!" xn.

"It's so noisy, you outcasts, come and have fun and leave!"

Regarding the boss's boast, Mihawk, who had never tasted other food in this country, just nodded in agreement.

"Ah, it's probably because of the delicious food here that swordsmen named 'Samurai' were born."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mihawk, a swordsman, was keenly aware that the "atmosphere" near the noodle stall had obviously stagnated for a moment.

For a moment, Mihawk even felt as if the people on the entire busy street were casting their gaze over him.

But the feeling of being surrounded by countless people was just like the stagnant "atmosphere" for less than a moment.

It was as if they noticed that Mihawk's face and body had obvious foreign colors. These did not appear, and even Mihawk's sight and domineering power could not completely capture it. It was like they had never seen it. There has never been any general disappearance without a trace.

There was still an inexplicable silence at the noodle stall. Only the boss quickly threw the bowl into the bucket and explained without any scruples:

"Ah hahaha, little brother, although I don't know what people outside the sea call us.

But in today's country, even if you look through it all, you won't be able to find even a single 'samurai'. "