My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Never mind that sulking old boy.

Both Ethan and Beatrice walked towards the knife stand with anticipation and looked at the katana swords.

In fact, he didn't know much about Sakura Knife.

Just know that there is a lot of variety.

The knife in front of me is placed on the wooden stand with its blade upward. It should be one of the knives.

Ethan first picked up a handful, held the handle of the knife and pulled it away.

It was shorter than he expected.

The length of the blade was less than one meter, about eighty to ninety centimeters, and the handle was more than one meter long. He waved it casually, and the blade whizzed through the air driven by the force.

This length is quite appropriate.

In fact, swords should not be too long.

Too long will affect its controllability and flexibility. The length recommended by Hattori Hanzo, an old boy, is definitely the most suitable for him.

There is no doubt about this.

He waved the katana in his hand, took a look at the scabbard, and then pushed it in.

I don't really like this knife.

His unfamiliar movements when sheathing caught the attention of Beatrice, who quickly reminded in a low voice: "Don't fiddle with it here, wait until you get back!"

It was obvious that the opponent had never used a katana.

In case Hattori Hanzang is attracted.

I'm afraid there will be an accident.

"Hmph~"

Of course Ethan understood what she meant and smiled nonchalantly: "As long as I can kill people, you don't care if I play well or not. I have already accepted the money. If he dares to go back on his word, I will take away all the knives here!"

A cold weapon worth at least one million dollars.

There are eight left here!

If you can hold back and not grab, you have cultivated your moral character. If the other party retorts, it will give you a reason to take action.

Just little cherry blossoms.

He doesn't feel any guilt.

Of course, if others behaved themselves, he wouldn't be so shady.

In fact, in Ethan's opinion, the art of swordsmanship is all about speed. The so-called sword-wielding technique is nothing more than seizing the opportunity and striking the opponent first, then you win.

Of course, there must be a lot of tricks in it.

However, he feels that his strength and speed can often make up for his lack of skills.

Talking about it.

This time we are dealing with violent organizations.

I believe there won’t be any swordsman masters inside.

This careless sentence made Beatrice a little dumbfounded, but it was indeed true. No matter what, as long as she could kill people, it would be fine. As a killer, she had always admired this truth.

Fortunately, the other party's voice was very quiet.

Let her breathe a sigh of relief.

If Hattori Hanzo heard this, she wouldn't know how to respond.

Facing this temporary companion, I felt a little scared in my heart. He was obviously the killer, but why did this guy talk about killing people and robbing property so easily and naturally.

Place the yellow sheathed katana back into its holder.

Ethan's eyes fell on a flash of bright red.

The handle of the first katana on the right is woven with blood-red rope, leaving a diamond-shaped pattern in the middle to enhance the grip.

The scabbard is dark and shiny, with a layer of luster.

Grab it with ease.

Holding the handle of the knife and pulling it out, there was a buzzing sound.

There is a strange mark on the blade just beyond the guard, like a monster grinning, waiting for its bloodthirsty moment.

The knife just now also had this unique logo.

It should be the unique seal carving of the Hanzo sword.

Pulling it open slowly, the complex lines on the blade look like ice crystals, full of chill.

Completely unsheathed.

He slashed a few times at the side, and the sound of breaking wind sounded.

Very convenient.

"Uh-huh."

The cold light passed over the protruding corner of the knife holder, and the egg-thick wood broke with a snap, falling to the ground with a muffled sound, which startled Beatrice a little.

The cut surface is extremely smooth.

The blade has no chips or damage.

"Ha ha."

Ethan smiled with satisfaction, wiped the blade on his sleeve, and carefully sheathed it: "I want this one, it's very good!"

Peeling hard wood is similar to peeling tofu.

I don't feel any blockage.

Then when used to chop other objects, I believe that the effect this katana can produce will make me feel very satisfied. When strength, speed and sharpness come together.

It can definitely explode with astonishing lethality.

There is nothing disrespectful about it. You must try the knife, even if you don’t spend your own money.

This is a million dollars after all.

If it were a weapon, he could buy a large number of them. What he valued was practicality, and it had no historical or artistic value. Of course he felt it was a good deal if he could buy a top-quality knife.

But if you can't even cut a piece of wood.

Then the next step is to stage a drama of raising fists and beating up profiteers.

"No need to test."

Beatrice grabbed a katana with a black handle and made several gestures in her hand, then said with great satisfaction: "This is Master Hattori Hanzo, he is one of the legendary sword-making masters of Sakura Country."

"This is something that has been verified by countless people."

Upon hearing this, Hattori Hanzo, who was sitting cross-legged behind, quietly straightened his waist and held his knees proudly with both hands.

Pretend to be relaxed and content.

Looking at him, he wished Beatrice could say some more compliments.

A person who sells goods.

In fact, I really hope to meet someone who knows the goods.

The two quickly selected a suitable person, and with the help of Hattori Hanzo, they obtained a handicraft certificate. After all, there was no way to check in the goods without formal procedures.

Next, they said goodbye to the old man at the izakaya.

"Revenge is a hard road."

Looking at the two knife boxes placed in the convertible, Hattori Hanzo retracted his reluctant eyes and continued to Beatrice: "This road will definitely be full of thorns. I hope that the pain of the past can be transformed into motivation to support you in moving forward. "

"Of course life is painful."

He clasped his palms towards the female killer: "That wave of hatred will also turn into a forest full of mist, causing countless people to get lost in it!"

"But I still hope you can find inner peace."

"Find your own way."

"Thank you very much for your help." Beatrice pursed her lips, opened her arms and hugged the izakaya owner tightly, and said with great gratitude: "You are a good person, Arigado."

"touch~"

The doors closed and the convertible Jeep roared.

Hattori Hanzo stood there blankly, looking at the cars going away and the blond hair that was blown up by the wind.

"damn it."

After scratching his head, he staggered towards the izakaya and said to himself: "Where did this rumor come from? Doesn't it mean that every Western woman's place is very big!!!"

"But the flexibility is quite good!"

Then, there were one or two lines of cherry blossom folk tunes.

Hattori Hanzo looked cheerful. He no longer had the demeanor of a legendary swordsmith. He was just an ordinary and a bit lecherous little old man. He opened the curtain in front of the house and walked into the house unsteadily.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the banner hanging out of the eaves was still fluttering slightly.