Those days in Honmaru

I am Smiling Aoe, the Owaki Osa who was polished by the Odachi.As for the origin of the name, it was because I beheaded a smiling female ghost... and a child, and since then there have been legends that ghosts will not appear as long as I exist.As a sword, I shouldn't think so, but at that time, what kind of mentality did the owner have when he killed the child who was approaching him?

Hehe, speaking of it, there are more and more children in Honmaru, and they were arguing to play Hyakumonogatari that day, and even dragged the master along.However, if I'm here, you don't have to worry, ghosts or anything will not appear, even if there are monsters, I can kill them.

...Obviously this is my chance to show off, why did Tsurumaru-san come to intervene.Moreover, the level of the master's ghost story telling is too high.

——Diary of Smiling Aoe Honmaru

In the tenth year of Tianzheng, the change of Honnoji Temple, this is a time that will be recorded in history forever, and for some people, it is a lifetime of regret.

Mori Ranmaru didn't know how long he had been fighting and how many enemies he had killed. He only knew that the clothes on his body had already been soaked by the splashed blood, some from the enemy and his own.

Mori Ranmaru slashed at an enemy with his back turned. The enemy was piercing the abdomen of Mori Ranmaru's comrade-in-arms with a knife. This act of killing a fellow soldier probably stimulated this young-looking soldier. This moment of hesitation cost him his life on the battlefield.

As for Mori Ranmaru, in the present world, at his age, probably everyone would say that he is just a child who has just grown up.It is such a child, but he has already experienced everything that ordinary people will encounter in a lifetime.

"My lord...I want to protect my lord!" Mori Ranmaru killed all the enemies that could be seen around him, and suddenly lost his strength, he half knelt on the ground and said to himself.

Mori Ranmaru was ordered by Oda Nobunaga to pay his respects to Myokaku-ji Temple. When he returned to Honno-ji Temple, it was already dusk at sunset. He still thought that Nobunaga might wait for him to go back to report the situation, so he couldn't help speeding up his return journey. speed, but what finally appeared in front of him was the Honnoji Temple that was shrouded in fire.

Originally, Mori Ranmaru was supposed to be on duty this night. He could guarantee that if he was in charge of guarding that lord, nothing would happen to him, but now...

It must be because he came back late, if he could come back sooner, no, it doesn't matter, he hasn't found the Lord yet!

Mori Ranmaru took a few breaths and forced his trembling body to stop, but before he could stand up, he heard a group of neat footsteps walking towards him. This kind of organized troops is absolutely impossible It's the Oda Army.

Mori Ranmaru moved a little towards the wall, trying to stand up against the wall, he couldn't face the enemy in his current form, even though, once he met the enemy, it meant that his life should end.But he is not reconciled.

The team of people walked over quickly, and Mori Ranmaru looked up, but found that the leader was a completely unexpected character. He knew that the expression on his face must have been distorted, because standing not far from him The man looked at him with almost the same expression.

The man glanced at him and waved his hand behind him. The soldiers looked at each other hesitantly, and then walked away.Mori Ranmaru watched those people leave, but was powerless to stop them.

There are only two people left here, and the corpses of the enemy and the enemy can no longer be distinguished.

"Mitsuhide-sama...why! Why are you doing treason!" Mori Ranmaru growled hoarsely when he heard his own voice.

Akechi Mitsuhide took a few steps closer to Mori Ranmaru: "...I am doing it for my righteousness."

Mori Ranmaru sneered and looked at the other party with hatred in his eyes: "What righteousness can a rebellious minister like you have."

"Just like you have your loyalty, I also have mine."

Akechi Mitsuhide came a little closer, he looked at Mori Ranmaru, the pained look on his face was quickly replaced by a firm expression: "I must attack Oda Nobunaga."

Mori Ranmaru roared angrily: "I really don't understand what that lord did to you! What kind of existence is Oda Nobunaga to you!"

Who knows that Mitsuhide Akechi also yelled: "I don't understand, why do you want to protect that person to such an extent?!"

"Heh...heh..." Mori Ranmaru laughed meaninglessly a few times, he tore off the hem of his clothes casually, and tightly wrapped his right hand and the knife with broken cloth strips. It gushed out again, perhaps because of the hatred that was burning deep in his heart.

Mori Ranmaru pointed his right hand at Akechi Mitsuhide, swayed his body and stood up: "Then...you are an enemy too..."

The battle between them hadn't started yet, and the fire suddenly burst out, surrounding Mitsuhide Akechi and Ranmaru Mori, but the two of them kept their original movements as if they were completely unaware that the flames were burning to them. .

This is of course, they are not real at all, like a picture book that has been turned over countless times, and on the last page of the picture book, they are in such a state.

And the person looking through the album is always the same person. He seems to be standing in the void, looking down at the Honnoji Temple surrounded by flames. His pink hair covers his strange eyes.

"It's this dream again." Zong San Zuowen's expression was a bit painful, but it was more because he was used to seeing this scene indifferently. He turned his head and didn't want to look at this scene again: "No matter where you are, this dream will follow you everywhere. And to."

This is his last memory of Honnoji, and the strange thing is that he was not actually with Mori Ranmaru and Akechi Mitsuhide at that time, nor even Oda Nobunaga.

Since he became the sword of Oda Nobunaga, he has been regarded as the proof of the overlord of the world, and he can only stay in the storage room belonging to the sword all day long, just like he always mocks himself, a bird in a cage.

However, the dialogue between these two people was deeply engraved in the depths of his memory, which he will never forget.

Zongsan Zuowenzi closed his eyes, the sounds of swords colliding with each other, the sound of wood being burned by flames, the sounds of soldiers roaring, all the sounds that had been echoing in his ears suddenly disappeared as if someone had pressed the stop button, Then when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him returned to the moment when Mori Ranmaru had not yet returned to Honnoji Temple.

In this endless clip, there is no figure of Oda Nobunaga, but that person has such a strong sense of presence, Zongsan Zuowenwen put his hand on his left chest, and the mark that the demon king carved for him seemed to be burning Usually, it made him breathless in pain.

"Even though you have passed away, do you still want to imprison me in you..."

"The Demon King... Oda Nobunaga..."

"噗!" "噗!" The young craftsman held a short knife and sharpened the blade seriously. He held the short knife up to his eyes from time to time to check the condition of the blade.

He is not a gifted knife sharpener, and he is still an apprentice after studying with his master for several years, but he has an advantage that ordinary people cannot match, that is, perseverance.

His master once asked him why he chose to become a knife sharpener, but he just shook his head without explaining too much, and only begged this kind knife sharpener to teach him the skill of sharpening knives over and over again.

The master finally agreed to his request, promising to let him try for a while, and once he gave up the idea, he could leave at any time.

But he actually doesn't care whether he is suitable for this profession, let alone whether he may show his talents in this industry. His purpose is only one from beginning to end.

While the knife grinder was concentrating on his work, the door of the workshop was kicked open. The knife grinder frowned and looked up. The one who broke in was a wanderer who seemed drunk and dazed.

The ronin was dressed in tatters, with luggage on his back and two knives, one long and one short, on his waist. He took off his bamboo hat and threw it aside, revealing a face with scars.

After he walked in, he found a place and sat down as if he were at home. Without even looking at the knife sharpener, he shouted, "Hey! Come here quickly and help me sharpen this knife!"

The knife grinder let the ronin walk in, put down his work for the time being, and said to the ronin with no expression on his face: "My lord, please wait a moment."

The scruffy ronin cast a glance at the knife grinder, and was immediately irritated by his reaction. He stood up and made a gesture to draw the knife out: "What's your attitude, boy! Show some respect to the uncle!"

The knife sharpener continued to ask, "Which knife do you want to sharpen?"

It wasn't the first time he met such an unruly ronin, but every time he met such a person, he would look forward to it.

This rogue was drunk, and his temper was much weirder than normal. His attention was immediately diverted from what the knife grinder said. He smiled silly, took out the dagger from his waist, and patted it on the table: " This is it."

The knife grinder looked at the dagger, and reached out to take it before Ronin got impatient, pushed out the scabbard little by little, and held it flat in front of his eyes: "There are already quite a few gaps."

"Nonsense! If there is nothing wrong, the uncle will come to you!"

The knife sharpener ignored Ronin's roar, instead he put the knife on the table and took out tools to disassemble the short knife.

Everything was the same as usual, until the knife sharpener saw the inscription on the short knife: "left script"

The knife grinder's hands couldn't help trembling for a moment, and then he calmed down again. He warned himself that the Zuo Wen Wen Dao Sect had more than one short knife, but he couldn't help but hope that this was the one he thought of.

He pretended to be calm and asked: "My lord... I have a question and I want to get your answer. I don't know my lord, where did I get this short knife?"

The ronin hiccupped: "You boy, why do you ask this?"

He didn't wait for the knife grinder to answer, he laughed, with a cruel look on his face: "It's been more than ten years, I met a woman with a child at Xiaoye Zhongshan, and I bought it from that woman. snatched it."

He began to mock that incident back then, and continued: "Ha! That woman is really stupid. She has no skills and still holds such a good knife. It's better to take advantage of me, sir."

"I hacked to death casually, that woman. Unfortunately, the child took the opportunity to run away." The ronin patted the table and instructed arrogantly: "Okay, don't dawdle with me, hurry up Sharpen the knife! Otherwise, the uncle will chop you too!"

The knife sharpener began to sharpen the knife without changing his face, and the movements of his hands did not stop. He sharpened the short knife in silence and assembled it carefully.He held the handle of the knife and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly asked the ronin, "Have you heard the story about this short knife?"

Ronin smelled of alcohol all over his body, and he was lying on the table at this time, answering in a daze: "...huh?"

The knife sharpener didn't care whether the other party heard it or not. He said to himself: "This dagger once belonged to a poor family. After the husband died, the wife was forced to cross Xiaoye Zhongshan to sell the dagger. It's a pity that I met a bandit on the mountain, no matter how much my wife begged, the bandit would not listen. The bandit killed his wife and accidentally let the child go."

"This child decided to avenge his mother, but the only clue he knew was Zuo Wenwen's dagger. When he grew up, he thought that if he was a knife sharpener, he would be able to meet the snatched dagger, so he worshiped A knife sharpener is the master."

The knife grinder stood up, and when he turned around, his figure suddenly became very short. He was wearing clothes similar to those of the ronin, and he was carrying a big bamboo hat on his back.Holding the short knife in his hand, he walked up to the ronin, and said: "Blind tortoises and driftwood are hard to meet, and the opportunity is the flowers that grow this year."

The knife grinder turned into Xiao Ye Zuofuji, and he continued in a boy's deep voice: "I once said that no matter how much time it takes, I will take revenge."

He stabbed the dagger fiercely at Ronin, "Now is the time for revenge!"

The author has something to say:

I always feel like the title spoils everything...

This chapter draws on the part of the knife dance, if you read it, you should have an impression

In addition, the change of Honnoji Temple took place in the early morning of June [-]nd. The fire was set off by Lord Nobunaga's order of Mori Ranmaru (Baidu Encyclopedia). Here are some changes.