Wedge Man Born Wolf (1/4)

In March, 163, the third year of Wenjiu.

In this season when the cherry blossoms are still in full bloom, the air that seeps into the heart is not as piercing as last month, and you can still feel a faint chill at night. The introverted fragrance of cherry blossoms was blended into the night wind blowing on the man's face, and cherry petals fell on his body and hair one after another.

He was born into a true samurai family and lost his title in the change of times. However, his bones are still flowing with the blood of the once elegant samurai. It is a matter of course that talent and family background serve a master in the times of war, and strive to stand out for him.

However, the situation has changed.

Now he is just a wanderer who has to be a civilian to beg for a living.

Ronin - refers to those warriors who are separated from their original public places and have no fixed residence.

At first sight, it was insulting to the samurai, but once upon a time, he felt that such an identity was particularly appropriate to him.

In particular, when he fled with serious injuries and faltering steps, he felt how well the word was used.

"Whoa... whoa..."

The man breathed heavily, and the bleeding wound dragged his steps. He felt that his feet were as heavy as lead.

He sacrificed his right arm and his future life as a samurai only to escape from the blade of God Si. It may not sound worth it, but what about those groups of outlaws who run amuck in Kyoto and kill them in the name of maintaining public order? He had to be thankful that he had escaped a disaster for the time being.

The first question is that we can live through tonight!

"Sorry, Ah Song --"

A lot of blood loss made him dizzy, and he had to turn into a dark alley to have a rest.

In fact, the bloodstains left by the escape have completely revealed their whereabouts, and it will not be long before the Rensheng Wolf who smells the blood will find his way to kill him.

Knowing that he had one foot in the grave, he sighed and looked up at the turbid sky of the capital.

I finally let go of the knife I held tightly all the way, and took out a Kikyo hairpin from my lapel. It was both a confession and Ai's piteous whisper of the name of the fiancee waiting in his hometown.

"... I'm afraid I can't bring it back to you."

Ah Song can't see this depressed figure, or she will be distressed.

For her, it is not impossible to be a common person, but her ambition as a man, as well as the genes of a warrior, has never been able to erase the word "stand out" from her heart.

For him, no matter what form, as long as he can wield the sword in his hand, it is his romance.

But is it too late to say that now?

Qin Wang, Zuo Mu, or Huan Yi... These things are too complicated. He clearly has no concept, but because he trusts someone, he is regarded as the target of pursuit.