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: Fujiwara

The Fujiwara mansion, located in the southeast of the old Edo, is an old house with a history of more than 360 years.

Fujiwara’s surname can be traced back to the princes and nobles more than a thousand years ago. However, because of the surname change in the middle, Fujiwara is no longer the original Fujiwara. From the near side of the emperor, the regent of Yingzhou , became an ordinary samurai family, and now that the sword hunting order is implemented, even the status of the samurai family has not been preserved.

The contemporary generals of the shogunate choose to absorb the army directly from the civilian class, and the non-commissioned officers are directly transferred from the shogunate, all of which need to be appointed by the shogunate. Except for a small number of truly powerful swordsmen who are enshrined, the ancient class of samurai has not been directly converted into military personnel. Fang, and there is no chance to participate in the political cabinet, and naturally gradually lags behind the times. From this point of view, except for a longer history, the Fujiwara family is not fundamentally different from ordinary Yakuza organizations.

A samurai who falls into the grass and turns into bandits is better than a farmer who goes to work in the fields.

The atmosphere in Fujiwara’s house today is dull, like a pool of stagnant water.

A dozen or so members of the Fujiwara family gathered around the table, drinking tea calmly, playing with teacups, or looking up at the head seat.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and it wasn’t until the door was opened that a gust of cold wind came in, which revived the dead water.

The people on the left and right stood up and saluted, watching a middle-aged man walk to the first seat and take his seat safely.

The head of the Fujiwara family, Shusaku Fujiwara, is one of the seven swords of the Samurai Association.

He was wearing a kimono, and his body smelled of sweat. He seemed to have just sweated happily in the kendo field. He was energetic, but also lazy.

“Everyone is here.”

“yes.”

“Okay, then I won’t go around in circles anymore.” Fujiwara Shusaku said indifferently: “My adopted son, Fujiwara Matsuhei, is dead. The body that turned around today was just brought back from the morgue in the hospital, and the head hasn’t been sewn on yet.”

As soon as the voice fell, many people immediately showed indignant expressions.

The Fujiwara family has five murder knives. Besides Fujiwara Shusaku, there are four adopted sons. It hurts very much.

“What do you say?”

Immediately someone stood up.

“Of course it’s revenge, why not kill him back!”

Someone also spoke.

“Retaliation depends on the situation. I don’t know anything at the moment. How do you retaliate?”

“Then check it out!”

“I checked, but there was no result. The people over there insisted that it was the demon cat who made the mess!”

“The second-rate organization of the Kanto United, you can believe what a few hooligans say! What kind of demon cat, do you think you are watching Hundred Stories!”

“It’s all the money, Songping died in the alleyway, no one saw and no one paid attention, where are you going to find the murderer!”

“It’s definitely related to the Sanada group. You’ll know if you capture his leader and torture him!”

“Who from the Sanada group… came here early in the morning, and is kneeling outside the door now. He insisted that it was the demon cat who caused the trouble, and he didn’t know it.”

“I don’t know? It’s ridiculous! Even if you don’t know anything, why don’t you just do nothing?”

“What do you want, take a knife and kill a river of blood? Aren’t you afraid that the shogunate will find you!”

“I think you were scared out of your wits by the shogunate. We warriors, when have we been afraid of the hunting dogs raised by the shogunate!”

“It’s not the shogunate that I’m afraid of, but you, a mad dog who won’t turn back after being beaten, will lose face to the Fujiwara family even if you go out.”

“It’s ridiculous. Do you think others don’t know that the Fujiwara family broke a knife? The glory of the samurai for more than three hundred years has been eaten up by your wolf!”

“The glory of the samurai will last forever, but it has nothing to do with your actions. The Fujiwara family still has four swords. I’m afraid that other families will say big things!”

“you……”

“Humph!”

The people present were divided into two groups, one group advocated high-profile revenge, and the other group advocated a secret investigation.

Amidst the quarrels and arguments, a voice suddenly appeared.

“Tsk tsk tsk…”

Shusaku Fujiwara was happily drinking soup.

The voice was not loud, but it made the backbone of the disciples at the scene shut their mouths, like a group of noisy monkeys, not daring to look directly at the yawning tiger.

“It’s such a beautiful thing to drink soup.” Shusaku Fujiwara smacked his mouth: “It’s neither salty nor bland, and the ginseng chicken soup tastes really good.”

He paused.

“You guys, stop arguing?”

“Keep arguing, keep arguing.”

No one answered. They avoided their eyes and bowed their heads in silence.

“Since there’s nothing to say, let’s go. This matter is my family’s business before the Fujiwara family. I’ll take care of it.”

The crowd obeyed and retreated in response.

Soon there were only two people left in the room.

“Ashin, what do you think?” Patriarch Fujiwara asked.

“The thing about the demon cat is probably not fake.” The young man in blue, Fujiwara Nobuo said, “I went to ask the geisha in the shop, and they spoke in the same way, but it didn’t seem like they were deliberately silenced. I probably don’t have the skills to do such delicate things.â€

“Then what do you think…”

“The third brother was not killed by a demon cat.” The young man affirmed: “The knife in his hand is an ancient knife in the collection of the Fujiwara family. It has beheaded a demon cat. When I was studying abroad in Daming, I used it when I was out in the wild. Tiger, it is not an ordinary ancient knife, it can deter ferocious cats.”

“But this knife is also broken.”

“Exactly, so it is absolutely impossible for it to be broken by the demon cat. The wound on the third brother’s neck also proves that he most likely died of…”The young man flicked his fingers silently, and the cup in front of him was suddenly cut in two, and the tea water overflowed from the gap.

“Sword Qi.” Fujiwara Shusaku’s face sank like water: “It’s a swordsman.”

“Ordinary sword energy can’t easily cut steel and iron. After entering this realm, we feel that the sky is high and the earth is far away… We must take precautions. As for revenge, we have to think long-term.”

“That’s right, you look like a general.” Fujiwara Shusaku praised him, but he didn’t show a good face.

“Thank you father for the compliment, but I still have a lot of shortcomings.” Nobu Fujiwara didn’t dare to take the credit.

“Songping’s funeral should be carried out in a low-key manner. He already lived a very poor life.”

“yes.”

“Also, don’t forget to be prepared.” Fujiwara Shusaku looked solemn: “This Saturday is the engagement ceremony of you and Beichen’s daughter, this matter is more important than anything else, and it is the top priority class!”

Fujiwara Nobuo pondered slightly.

“What about the answer?”

“……yes.”

When Fujiwara Shusaku saw the submissive Fujiwara Nobu, he found him much more pleasing to the eye.

“The daughter of the Beichen family is absolutely worthy of you. I don’t know why you are hesitating.”

“I…” Fujiwara Nobuo hesitated, “After all, we haven’t even met.”

“Children love each other, heroes are short-tempered, and if you want to achieve great things, marriage is just a bargaining chip.” Fujiwara Shusaku scolded: “The Beichen family has produced several generations of swordsmen, and now the backstage is the shogunate. This matter is very important to the Fujiwara family! You are not allowed to make your own decisions, understand!”

“Yes.” Fujiwara Shin stood up and bowed, bowing his head and bowing his head. He didn’t stand upright until his father left the meeting room, and sighed deeply.

…

Sanada Kichiichi knelt and sat outside the door of Fujiwara’s house.

Fujiwara Matsudaira is dead.

He was in serious trouble. In fact, he couldn’t figure out why Fujiwara Matsudaira, who could cut even monsters, died quietly in the alley.

But the matter has come to this point, he has to admit that he can only resort to the oldest and most useful methods.

——Dogeza.

Just waiting in such a dazed and remorseful manner, the passing of time gradually eroded his heart.

He knelt for a long time.

Finally, as if his prayer had been confirmed, he heard footsteps, raised his head, and the door opened.

The man stood at the door, looking down at him from a height, as if staring at a dying person or a begging dog.

Without saying anything, he dropped a bowl of chicken soup.

“Drink it.”

Sanada Kichiichi’s throat rolled, he wondered if there was poison in it, but he didn’t dare to ask, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, but when he thought of turning around and leaving, he would be dead, so he put his head up and drank the bowl of chicken soup.

After he finished drinking the bowl of chicken soup, Fujiwara Shusaku’s eyes changed slightly.

“Not bad…a bit of quality.”

“If you want to live, come with me, and I will give you a tattoo.”