Xiaguang roll

"You are wrong about one thing. My sons are very reliable. It is not easy for them to confront each other. As a father, I can assure you of this... However, it is precisely because of this that it is troublesome." The daimyo clicked his tongue, "If Hanzo is a child who prefers power, I can feel relieved and hand over the Shimada family to him."

"...Young Master?" The name mentioned by the daimyo stunned the instructor, "Young Master has always done a very good job..."

"That's because I'm here." The head of the house knocked his pipe on the small table, and then took a deep breath. The red flame passed through the door paper, flickering with his breathing. "Hanzo is good at everything, but he is too obedient."

"Isn't that a shortcoming?"

"It is indeed an advantage to be a child, but he is going to be the head of the family." The daimyo breathed out, and the smoke flooded, "Listening to the elders' opinions and listening to the elders' words are two different things."

"My lord..." No matter how slow he was, the master realized that what the daimyo said just now was not something he could interrupt, so he just called out, then lowered his head cautiously, and shrank his body. "There are things like opinions that sound wonderful, but they are actually covered with sex." The head of the family sighed a little, "If you let two little guys fight a group of old foxes, what do you think the chances of winning will be?"

"My lord will give the young lord and the young master a little bit of confidence."

"Who doesn't believe it, those are my sons. Even if they are really unlucky and kicked out, they will definitely have a nice and neat counterattack in the end." Daimyo knocked a handful of cigarette ash and retorted in an unhappy tone.

That being the case, what are you worried about?

The swordsman master didn't express his doubts, but he was never a person who used to hide his thoughts, what he was thinking, just looking at his expression was enough for the Patriarch to know.

The man took another puff of cigarette, but didn't say anything else, he just waved his hand at this loyal minister, motioning him to go out.

Behind the thin paper-covered door, you can vaguely see the still flickering fire and the mist spreading around. The daimyo sitting alone in the Japanese room is like an old dragon who has grown old, quietly. Quietly swallowed a cloud-like mist.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the corridor of the mansion that this middle-aged man, who had been so immersed in swordsmanship all year round that he was not very common, suddenly realized that with the temperament of the head of the family, he would never sit back and watch his son be kicked out of the family, no matter where he was. one.

So, if there is such a day.

The daimyo must be gone.

In the second half of this conversation, Hanzo, who was the party involved but left earlier, did not know about it. The young man walked back to the dormitory as usual, and the clansmen he met along the way greeted him and responded calmly one by one. It seemed that those words had been completely forgotten.

During this period of time on weekdays, Hanzo was either practicing bows in the shooting range or practicing swords in the dojo, but this was the first time he appeared in the dormitory before dark.Except for the sound of the cool wind blowing the branches and leaves, there is no other movement around, and the silence in the yard is a little scary. If it wasn't for the people walking in twos and threes along the way, the young man almost thought he was the only one in this huge house. stay.

Why is it so quiet only today?

Hanzo suddenly thought that when he came back, Genji must already be in the house, either pestering him to talk, or the two brothers exchanging martial arts, doing some homework, washing up and eating, so the day was almost over.The younger brother who couldn't calm down for a moment lived with him. In the past, he only felt that the dormitory was too lively, and he cherished even a moment of silence.

Then, a small movement on the wall woke up the young master who was kneeling in the corridor and meditating.

The young man only relaxed after being on guard for a few seconds, and his expression of looking at the wall changed from awe-inspiring to helpless.

"You idiot, your hair got caught in a branch," he said.

"Hey - you are so careful, why do you get hooked every time!" The younger brother's face protruded from the wall. Although his figure is already a slender teenager, his round face still looks childish, "I hate it, I'm going to cut my hair short."

"I've reminded you when you're going to keep it long, right? You're lazy even washing your hair."

"My brother has long hair, so I want to keep it too."

"I don't have the weakness of being easily snatched away by the hair tie as soon as I climb a tree."

"Hmm..." The boy in question pursed his lips reluctantly, looked at Hanzo for a while, and then lowered his shoulders in defeat, "Forget it, anyway, short hair is also very good, and it's easier to comb it."

He should be the one to worry about, because Hanzo is the one who grooms his shaggy-haired younger brother every day, but the young man didn’t mention this again, but looked at his younger brother squatting on the wall, “Now it seems that it should be you practice time?"

"Uh...well..." Genji, who skipped class and was caught straight by his brother, scratched his hair and laughed dryly.

"...to the game hall again?"

"Well, there is a new arcade machine, it's very fun." Anyway, they were caught, and it was only a minute of embarrassment. Genji, who was always thinking about it, calmly talked about his game experience with his brother, Hanzo felt a dull pain in his forehead.

"Since we all decided to play, why did we come back early?"

"I ran out of pocket money, so I can't buy tokens." Said the boy without any embarrassment at all, his attitude was so frank that Hanzo couldn't say a word, "So I sneaked back and got some from the piggy bank."

If it was yesterday, maybe Hanzo would have reprimanded him a little at this moment, and then let Genji run out to play.

But now the young man feels that he cannot let his younger brother continue to waste his studies.

That's what he said, but Hanzo knew that it was useless to ask Genji to study hard. When he was young, he looked obedient, but he was actually a guy who did his own thing.

"You don't need a piggy bank, as long as the amount is not too surprising, I can give you any pocket money." The young master smiled meaningfully at his younger brother.

"Really? Brother is the best!" Genji cheered and jumped off the wall, completely unaware that his brother had dug a hole and was waiting for him to get in.

"It's just a small condition..."

For example, beat him once during the actual combat.

Since the training joined actual combat, the two brothers have practiced for a long time in the yard, the dojo, and even on the back mountain almost every two days. At first, Genji was taught a lot by his brother who had a solid foundation, but as time passed, he accumulated experience. It can also pull back once or twice, so Genji is not afraid of this challenge from his brother.

However, Hanzo standing in the dojo did not raise the wooden sword as usual.

He took out the horn bow with a sinister look.