A foreigner's journey

The morning sun was rising, and a light mist filled the sea.

A small boat was moving forward slowly and slowly.

The white-haired woman was sitting on her knees in the boat with her eyes closed, as if she was resting her mind or recalling the past.

The boatman, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, rocked the stern of the boat rhythmically and said with a smile: "Guest, we are almost here."

The woman didn't answer, she just raised her head slightly and looked forward.

Through the fog, you can vaguely see the dark shadow of an island on the sea level in the distance.

The sound of the squeaking oars was mixed with the sound of the waves, as well as the nagging voice of the boatman:

"...Not to mention in Tango, even in Shenzou, very few people know about this island. It's not shown on the map, and it doesn't even have a name. In short, there are countless uninhabited islands like this on the sea... …”

"It's not an uninhabited island."

The woman suddenly spoke with a clear voice:

"That's where the heroes of the Chaos were exiled."

"The hero of chaos?"

"Well, twenty years ago the leader of Oshu [Hida Takahito] launched a rebellion and was assassinated just as he was about to succeed. The assassin was the hero who was exiled here."

The woman spoke like she was telling a story:

"Its name is - Liuzhi."

"What a strange name." The boatman shook his head: "What about 'World', 'Chaos', and 'Heroes'? Such things are always far away from us ordinary people."

"...That's right." The woman returned her gaze to the island on the distant sea without any doubt.

I wanted to tell the boatman about the story about Rin Liuzhi. The story about General Jiaming who put down the chaos because he was afraid of Rin Liuzhi's swordsmanship, so he and his family were imprisoned on this uninhabited island.

But as the boatman said, if ordinary people know more about things like chaos in the world and the country, it will only increase their worries.

For a moment, there was no more conversation on the boat, only the sound of waves and the creak of the swaying oars.

The closer you get, the clearer you can see the island.

This is a very small island with a circumference of about four miles. The island is densely jungled and has only a few untree-covered beaches on the shore.

Following the woman's advice, the boat docked at the beach.

After landing on the shore, her feet stepped on the still wet and cold sand. The woman shook her long white hair and tightened her grip on the luxurious samurai sword slung around her waist. The katana was already considered a heavy object for someone with a weak constitution like hers.

She asked the boatman to keep an eye on the boat and not let it be washed away by the waves. Then she took a deep breath, and after a little bit of direction, she walked towards the center of the island.

How could such a pampered body have ever walked in such a chaotic dense forest? Almost every few steps forward, you can hear the slight sound of tearing cloth.

At first, the woman would look down at him distressedly, but over time she became indifferent. Ah no, or it would be more appropriate to say 'accustomed' to it.

Compared to the tenaciously growing branches and branches, the cloth is indeed the weaker party, right? Just like the person he is about to face, the contrast between strength and weakness is clear at a glance.

She didn't know how long she had been walking through the dense forest. Perhaps the woman was too tired to count the time and steps. Anyway, she walked to a spring deep in the mountains.

Go straight to your destination? No, judging from the woman's sad expression, it was obvious that she was simply lost.

She sat on the big stone next to the spring, slapping her legs and complaining softly: "It's obviously just a small uninhabited island, why does it feel like climbing a mountain? Tsk, it's better to say the whole island except for the beach They're all mountains... wandering around like a headless fly, where are they?"

After resting for a while, the woman felt that the pain in her legs was no longer so strong. She was about to get up and continue moving forward when she suddenly heard the sound of trampling leaves coming from the distant woods.

Someone is coming?

Could it be Rinliuzhi? Ah, stupid question, he is the only human being who can stay on this uninhabited island, right?

Before the woman had time to decide whether to hide first and observe the situation or show her carriage and negotiate with the other party, the visitor had already appeared on the other side of the spring very quickly.

It's a young man.

He is ridiculously tall, almost six feet eight inches (196cm). He looks like a savage with his upper body naked and his lower body wrapped in rags, but his body and face are very clean, except for the hair that hangs down to his waist. His long hair looked messy, and he was carrying an unusually large wooden bucket for water on his back. His face can be called 'heroic'. Although his muscles are strong, his body does not appear too huge, and his arms and legs are of moderate length. In short, he seems to be a different species than today's Japanese men, and he is a strange man who attracts a lot of attention wherever he goes.

The man and the woman looked at each other, and his eyes briefly scanned her body.

He is four feet eight inches tall, has a slender build, and his long hair is flawless white. His exact age cannot be determined but he should be quite young. The gorgeous clothing "Twelve Singles" with gold embroidery on her body is luxurious and gorgeous. Because this dress is really not suitable for climbing, the hem has been shaved to pieces, exposing her white legs. Even so, she gives people a chic feeling, and the various decorations on her body are also shiny and luxurious. Looking at it as a whole, there are so many decorations that anyone with ordinary aesthetic sense would be a little scared.

Of course, only for people with normal aesthetics, men are not among them. After briefly sizing up the woman, the man turned his attention to the [Knife] worn on the woman's left waist.

Oh, it turns out that the footprints I saw earlier were heavy on the left side. Is it because of this thing?

"There is no no-entry sign here, so foreigners or anyone else can enter this island, but..."

The man said to the woman without hesitation:

"Once you enter the island, one thing is not allowed - knives are strictly prohibited."

"..."

The woman had a dazed look and did not hide her arrogant aura at all. She first stared at the man, then glanced at her left waist:

"excuse me."

She lowered her head: "Since I didn't know about it beforehand, please forgive me."

"Ah, these are not rules made by me, but by my father." The man scratched his head, still staring at the knife at the woman's waist.

I see, that’s the [Knife], it does look quite heavy.

"Well, how did you come to this island?"

"By boat, of course."

"What are you here for?"

The man seemed to be following the process told by his elders and asking the woman step by step. He had no intention of waiting for the other party's reply. Instead, he was thinking about 'what to ask next' and 'should I ask the question from the beginning? Her name' and that kind of thing.

When the woman heard the man's question, she replied: "I heard that the sixth generation head of the Xudou style, Mr. Rokuzhi, is on this island. Do you know anything?"

"Oh, the sixth generation's words were dead, just a year ago." The man replied simply.

The woman showed a somewhat surprised expression, then immediately cheered up: "Really? I have also thought about such a thing, after all, it happened twenty years ago. So, you are -"

The man's expression was indifferent: "Now I am the head of the family, the seventh generation head of the Xu Dao style, Xin Qihua."

"I'm sorry, I asked foolishly. Originally, only Mr. Liuzhi and his family lived on this island, so you are——"

"Yes, you are an unworthy son."

"That's it. You have a really good figure and a passable appearance. I think you've achieved a passing grade."

"Passing grade? What?"

"Sorry, I was talking to myself. Although things are a bit different, what I am looking for is the [Master of the Void Sword Style]. Therefore, what I originally planned to do with Mr. Rokueda will now be left to you, Shichika. "

The woman straightened her clothes and said solemnly:

"It's a little late to introduce myself. My name is Jiu'er, and I am a clever strategist."

Qihua tilted her head: "Jiu'er?"

What a weird name, what a weird profession.

Before Qihua could ask more questions, Jiu'er across from him had already pulled out the long knife from his waist.

"First, let me test your Void Sword style. The legendary swordsman who does not use swords is a strange style that is said to be at the top of all swordsmen."

The blade in Jiu'er's hand is four feet long and the curve is less than an inch. It is a thin sword with fine blade patterns and a tiger on the blade:

"This is the early work of [Mibu Umama], one of the Thirty-Six Swordsmiths of Fugaku. Let's see how it works... Oh my god!"

As soon as she took her stance and took two steps forward, she tripped over a stone and landed on her head, flying to the side along with the famous sword in her hand.

Looking at Jiu'er who fainted after hitting her head on a rock, Qihua, who was about to launch a furious wave of attacks, tilted his head and sighed:

"It's really troublesome."

……………………

In the open space in the center of the island, there is a dug-in-the-earth hut.

"...So, that's it."

Jiu'er, who still had a bruise on his forehead, was sitting on his knees in the entrance hall, holding a clay cup in his hand.

Qihua was sitting a little further away, but the person talking was not him, but another person.

鑢七真.

With long hair hanging down to her waist, as Nana's older sister, she is a completely different type from her younger brother. She is a woman that can be directly shaped by the word "comely". No matter the skin color or the way you sit at this time, it gives people the impression of fine porcelain. Although beautiful and smooth, it is fragile and fragile. He is only about 1.4 meters tall, and his whole person looks 'cold' from the inside out.

Although Qihua is the head of the Kyūdōryu, Qi Mi is the current head of the Yin family, so conversations and inquiries are naturally left to her.

They had just exchanged pleasantries, and Jiu'er also knew one thing from the simple conversation - the beautiful woman who was as fragile as porcelain in front of her was not as easy to deal with as her brother.

"In other words, you are here for the Xu Dao Flow." Rin Qishi refilled a glass of boiled water for Jiu'er. There was no tea on the island, so this was the only courtesy the Yin family could do.

"Is such that."

Jiu'er thanked him first, then thought about it and said:

"I originally thought of a lot of high-sounding clichés, but someone suggested that I [don't beat around the bush when communicating with the swordsman]. Seeing that you and Shichika are both straightforward people, I won't beat around the bush."

"It's really troublesome. Try to make it easier to understand." Nanhua said from the side, and then lowered her head again under the eyes of her sister, showing that she was listening carefully.

It was really a simple and direct relationship of strength and weakness between siblings. Jiu'er saw this in his eyes, pulled the white hair around his ears and said:

"You know the swordsmith named [Shikizaki Kiki], right?"

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PS: "Whisper of the Sword" is a very interesting and unpopular show, but it's not particularly unpopular at all.

PS: There will be another chapter in the afternoon.