The life of a migrant worker

When I was very young, I ran out of the house to live alone. I didn't have any skills to make a living. I only read half-baked books, and I had that unremarkable swordsmanship.Let alone helping others, no one would trust a kid in his teens, and I can barely even take care of myself.

But just as I always believe what other people say, it is easy to be aroused by other people's misfortunes.

I always try my best to help others without knowing how to do it, but I always forget that I am a rebellious traveler in a foreign land who is stuck in the quagmire.

It was a spring, the sun was very good, and there were peach trees all over the mountains and forests.I chose the tallest one, and it took all my strength just to climb up, and then I stared at the layers of green leaves and peach blossoms rustling in suitable shades in front of me.

Facing such beautiful scenery on such a beautiful day, I have no poetic feeling in my heart. I just think why there are no peaches in July at this time, because my wallet was stolen not long ago, and now I really have nothing to eat. I am afraid that I will be hungry soon. die.

I thought I would die in this warm spring day, although it was done in a ridiculous way, but at least I ran to a place where no one knew me, and I finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief, and it wasn't that embarrassing.

I was so hungry and dizzy that I couldn't hold the tree trunk. I accidentally fell off the tree and landed on a mat and sat in front of a girl with pink hair who ran to the tree for a picnic at some point, and put the rice ball into my mouth. She was dumbfounded.

I don't know if it's because of the strange psychology of having a share or eating alone. She looked at me falling from the sky, hesitated for a while, and finally divided the rice ball in her hand into two halves, and reluctantly handed over a portion to me. I.

I got back a bad life because of her sudden benevolence, and she got back a me because of her whimsical behavior. From then on, I started a purposeless adventure with her.

This woman asked others to call her Miyamoto Iori, but asked me to call her 'Musashi' directly.She should be an amazing swordsman. I rarely see someone use the two-sword style so well that I, who can't even practice the one-sword style, feel ashamed.

In comparison, she has no arrogance in this aspect, but is very open-minded, always smiling and telling me that I am not a bad person, and my swordsmanship is not bad, so she doesn't hate getting along with me.

"Looking carefully, Hesi Sen is also very cute! After all, you looked at me like that at that time, oh, that's really good... It's like earning money to pick you up!"

I think she was just trying to comfort me by saying that my sword skills are not bad, but it doesn't matter, it's just some kind words anyway.

In addition, Musashi has an extraordinary love for udon noodles. If you don’t move fast enough to eat with her, you won’t be able to eat anything at all, and you like to eat and drink everywhere. You can’t resist the temptation to eat plain rice. Just like to grin and laugh and fool around.

——Another thing to mention, you're messing around when you're awake!

So the two of us are always being chased down the street by various people for various reasons.

Despite this, I also like living with her very much, and many habits in my life still have traces of her.

She is always carefree, and always laughs happily when she is praised, as if she can't hide things carelessly.Although she was the one who picked me up, I always found ways to make money and followed her to pay the bill.

One day, for the first time ever, she invited me to eat warm udon noodles and meatballs together. After drinking in the evening, she mysteriously retrieved the knife I sold before from nowhere. Come and give it back to me, saying it is a little kindness from a friend.

I held her hand, the wind on the street made my mind a little clearer, Musashi shook his head as if trying to get some thoughts out of his mind.

She said: "The Buddha said that the blade will no longer be sharp when there is concern."

The woman seemed to be by my side only briefly, briefly setting her eyes on me.

The friendship formed during the dreamlike 38 days ended when Musashi left without saying goodbye.

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After calming down, I went back to my apartment in Asakusa and scooped up cold water in the bathroom to wash my face.

The person in the mirror looked exhausted, with strands of white hair sticking to his face after being wet, looking haggard and destitute, but at this moment I was exceptionally calm, and even changed my clothes and groomed my appearance leisurely, so that Next, go to meet the lord.

When I walked through the courtyard, I saw Hina and Hanna playing together, so I stopped and asked them with a normal expression: "Has the guest who came three days ago come to visit again?"

Chiyi only said that she came again after that, and after asking if I was not there, she sat for a while and went back.

"To tell you the truth, that guest is a very close friend of mine, and he was kind to me once. If he still comes to visit, please let me know."

Then I went to see Mr. Ubuyashiki, he looked at my face, and gently asked me to pay attention to my body.

The reason why he has such a gentle and kind attitude is that Saigo Hokichi probably never told him my real past.If everyone in the Ghost Killing Squad knew about the crimes I committed, the atmosphere here would never be as calm as the surface of the lake.

For I am a butcher, a bloody executioner, a crime-ridden murderer.

I was lied to, terribly lied to.

An ignorant and shallow person like me can't control the talent that surpasses everyone.But the reason why I have fallen to this point is because of my mediocre, incompetent and too stupid nature.

After Musashi left me, although I couldn't help falling apart, I still cheered up and continued to live.

At that time, I didn't realize the true truth of "before the court grows embroidered grass, a good thing is worse than nothing", and I didn't realize the disaster that my ignorant compassion would bring.

I just try my best to help others, even if they never really appreciate me for a moment.

At first, someone heard that I was a very powerful swordsman, and they ran to me to complain, saying in front of me that there was a heinous bully endangering the public order, and that the landlords in this place were extremely unkind to the people.But after I actually helped them, the life after that was like the opening of Pandora, which was out of control.

They had to explain to me the reasons at the beginning, saying that this man was an unreasonable tyrannical man once he got his way, and that the collusion between that man and the powerful was beyond measure and unseemly. After tears expressed grief and anger, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows and eyes with disdain, contempt and ridicule for low-level people like me.

The boundaries between good guys and bad guys are so clear, as if these guys are holding a scale like Anubis that can measure good and evil.The more people I killed, the more famous I became. In the end, even the people from the House of Lords and the House of Representatives came to me to express their political opinions, as if they were squeezed into a vortex from which they could not break free.

I did something wrong, but everyone praised me unanimously.

It is said that if I was born in the end of the Tokugawa period, I would definitely be a figure worthy of leaving a name in history.

They called me a genius swordsman to my face, but they called me beheaded, murderer, and executioner behind my back.

I used to live my life in the company of the devil in a daze, tired of such things and jumped into the water.

I said to Mr. Ubayashiki: "Mr. Saigo used to be my introducer. We lost contact because of some things. He must very much want to find me again."

"If he visits again next time, I hope you will let me know that I am waiting for him to come to my humble house."

When I said this, I touched my sword subconsciously in a place where the obstetrician could not see, and whispered softly on my face, and my attitude was never so gentle and polite.