The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

The sky has darkened, and the stars in the sky are gradually appearing like a feast.

"call--!!"

The cold north wind blew white snowflakes, showing a gleam of brightness under the dark sky.

"Crack! Crack!" The fire outside the house crackled, and little sparks flew with the crackle of the wood.

Warm light shone from Kamado's wooden house, illuminating a bright area on the snow.

It was also draped on Shang Quannai who stepped out of the darkness.

Kanroji Sakurabake stared blankly at Shangquan Nai who was smiling and rubbing his head. The bone knife in his hand inadvertently dropped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Poof!

The bone knife that fell out of hand was inserted deeply into the snow.

"joyous…"

"Welcome home…"

Kanroji Sakuracake looked dreamily at Shang Quanna standing in front of her, and murmured in disbelief.

"Ah! Onii-sama!!" The young Kamado Shigeru stood at the door. He plucked at the thick layers of cloth with his hands and ran over excitedly.

While shouting, he also shouted to Kamado's father who was cooking in the house:

"Father!! Brother is back!!"

The heat turned into mist and rose around his mouth.

Shang Quanna watched Kamado Shigeru running towards him happily, and he squatted down slightly.

puff!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuah!!"

He hugged Kamado Shigeru who was running over, straightened up and held Shigeru on his shoulders.

Kamado Shigeru was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Shang Quanna, who was draping himself over his shoulders like a bath towel, and sniffed.

Something seemed wrong.

Then, the yellow-haired wife Renshan swayed and supported Murata, and slowly walked over from the darkness behind Shang Quanna.

Creak! Creak!

My wife stepped hard on the snow.

"I'm so exhausted...ha...ha...!"

He panted heavily and shook Murata beside him vigorously. The sweat on his forehead dripped across his face and fell on the snow.

Murata showed no reaction, looking calmly at the snow-white ground under his feet, wondering what he was thinking.

The knifemaker stood aside holding the ribs in his hands, his thin clothes trembling slightly in the cold wind.

The light from the fire nearby warmed him, and he couldn't help but hold the ribs and stand on the side facing the stove.

"Gah! Karma!"

The black rook flew out of the night inconspicuously and landed next to the stove. It shook off the snow on its body and combed its feathers with its beak.

Kamado Tanko stood behind Kanroji Sakuracake, curiously looking at the two unfamiliar faces of the swordsmith and Murata.

Shang Quanna patted the shoulder of Kanroji Sakurabake, bent down to pick up the white bone knife from the snow, and whispered tiredly:

"Thank you for your hard work during this time."

Ganlu Temple reacted after hearing this, shook his head quickly, and blinked a little at a loss.

My wife Renshan was stunned when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and looked at Shang Quannai angrily. He gritted his teeth and weighed Murata next to him hard, and whispered in a low voice with some anger:

"Asshole, I obviously worked hard too...!"

At this time, Kamado's father leaned against the door of the house. Against the warm light in the house, he tightened his sleeves and shouted to the crowd:

"Hello!!"

"Come in! It's going to get very cold suddenly at night!"

Hearing this, Shang Quannai raised his lowered gaze and looked into the warm room.

"Okay, let's go in." He carried Kamado Shigeru on his shoulders.

A group of people followed Ganluji Sakuracake and Kamado Tanzi and walked into this small wooden house.

…

…

inside the house.

Naosen Nao, the swordsmith Hotaru, Gaizuma Renzen, Murata, Kanroji and Kamado Tanko were sitting around the table and sitting on the tatami.

What are they talking about.

Click!

Zamon's father closed the open door, and the whistling wind outside the room was immediately cut off.

"Renshan, do you know the knifemaker?" Shang Quannai held the wooden teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and looked at my wife Renshan who was pinching the knifemaker's wrist.

"ah?"

Hearing this, my wife Renshan was startled, and couldn't help but let go of the knifemaker's hand with some embarrassment.

"I just saw that you seemed to know each other very well at the foot of the mountain."

Shang Quanna quietly glanced at the hopeless Murata next to him, and deliberately brought up the topic.

In the disdainful eyes of the swordsman Hotaru, my wife Renshan hid her own sword "Raikiri" under the table.

My wife Renshan scratched the back of her head and glanced to the side with twinkling eyes.

"Ah, ah...that's it...it sounds like we know each other..."

The knife maker squinted his eyes and took a sip of hot tea happily.

He rubbed the wrist that had been pinched by my wife Renshan with his hand and said calmly:

"More than acquaintance."

Snap!

He put the teacup on the table and looked at my wife Renshan with narrowed eyes:

"This guy…"

Snapped!

The knife maker Ying squinted his eyes, put two fingers together, and slapped my wife's kind face hard!

Snapped! Snapped!

While he was poking hard back and forth, he clenched his other fist angrily, angrily and loudly reprimanded my wife kindly:

"This guy!! Ah! What kind of down-and-out nobleman did he say he was?"

My wife Renshan turned her head away and silently accepted the forceful prodding of Ying, the knifemaker, in a guilty silence.

"Then! Ah! Please master, please take him in!"

Snapped!

Ying, the knifemaker, poked my wife Renshan's back crazily, her face full of disdain:

"The result! Then he said he wanted to be a samurai!"

"Why are you going to protect the village? Go hunting!"

"In the end I gave you a knife! As a result, you almost wandered around the village every day with a knife!"

"Holding a katana, calling himself a samurai, and helping the old lady buy groceries during the autumn hunting season!!"

The knife maker Ying opened her eyes as she spoke, staring coldly at my wife Renshan's back, which was sweating crazily.

"Samurai! Where is your warrior soul!!"

"Suddenly disappeared in the village one day! Never came back again!"

"Me! Master! Everyone in the village thought you were dead! Do you know!?"

"If you have any conscience, go back and take a look! Go take a look at your own tomb!!"

Snapped!

Hotaru, the knifemaker, almost stood up, half-crouched, and kept poking Renshan, my wife, who was about to crawl under the table.

My wife Renshan covered her ears, shook her head wildly, and responded miserably with a cry:

"I don't want to either!!"

"I was struck by lightning that day! Thunder!!"

"After waking up, I have been in a daze, and ended up getting lost! I don't know which town I ended up in..."

As he said this, my wife Renshan sniffed and leaned aside with a sad look on her face:

"Then...I rested in that town for a while and helped a lot of people..."

Snap.

At this time, Shang Quanna put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at the two people fighting in front of him, then glanced at the thoughtful Murata, and said:

"So, was that Raikiri made by you, the swordsmith?"

The knife maker Yingying, who was in a state of anger, was stunned.

He subconsciously glanced down at the saber hidden under the table by my wife Renshan.

Then he pulled it out!

Snapped!

Throwing it on the table, everyone looked at it curiously. Golden thunder patterns spread along the black blade, making it look very mysterious and noble.

"This knife..."

The knife maker looked at the unfamiliar thunder patterns on the knife and felt a little choked for a moment.

"Yes, this is the knife you made." My wife Renshan turned sideways and looked at the knifemaker with red eyes.

"I told you! He and I were struck by lightning together..."