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When the old monk met Mori Nakano, the one-country-one-village system had just been established. The terrifying power displayed by the ninjas, especially Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, made the situation of the samurai even more embarrassing.The old monk traveled around the world, looking for a way to survive as a warrior.

That was the day when he said goodbye to the general of the Earth Kingdom. He held the fragrant tea in his hand as usual, showing admiration at the exquisite patterns on the cup, and suddenly asked, "How many more are there?"

"What?" The general's calm tone revealed a hint of disapproval and surprise.

Ah, here it comes, this kind of attitude that has nothing to do with him, and all his expressions are just disguises of routine, the old monk sighed in his heart.

"How many shadow warriors are there like you?"

The other person's expression was unnatural for a moment, and his eyes trembled uneasily like the yolk of an eggshell that had been cracked. "The Zen Master smiled."

"You look a little pale, haven't you had a good rest recently?" the old monk changed the subject.

The general seemed to feel more relaxed, as if he was relieved, "After all, there is turmoil everywhere, and the establishment of a new order is not that easy."

"Many people are uneasy because of this," the old monk sighed. "That's why I travel around."

There was a light of hope in the general's eyes, and he leaned forward slightly, "I wonder if Zen Master has a method?"

The old monk smiled and said nothing, waved his hand and poured all the tea in the cup.

"A Zen master can achieve something only by giving up. Only by completely discarding the original dross and cutting it off can we usher in a new life." The general seems to have realized something.

The old monk was very embarrassed, "I mean if you don't have enough rest, drink less tea. It's not good for your sleep."

"Thank you for your advice." The general's eyes dimmed for a moment, blocked by his lowered eyelids, "I heard that Zen Master is leaving today. I'm sorry that I can't see you off."

This meant he was chasing people away. The old monk stood up, clasped his hands together, picked up his tin staff and left, but stopped when he went out.

"I can see that you are confused, and many samurai are also confused. Can a samurai who has lost his master still be called a samurai? Many people are afraid of this, but so-called samurai, as long as they can still hold the sword in their hands, there is nothing to fear. "

The night the old monk left, the general was summoned by the real general. He took off his disguise and revealed his handsome face.

"Nonakamori, you did a good job." The general already knew the identity of the old monk, so how could he approach a swordsman with his true form.

"The responsibility lies."

"You've been with me for ten years and eight months, right?"

Still zero seven.Nonakamori added in his mind, "Yes."

"Thank you, you can leave now." The general said calmly, and someone brought the dagger. "You can understand that, right?"

"Yes." No one needs samurai anymore, let alone the dangerous shadow samurai.

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He couldn't answer the monk's question because there were no more shadow warriors around him. They disappeared one after another. Finally it was his turn.

This is the glory, the kindness of the Master.

If you repeat it in your heart, you won’t even be able to deceive yourself.

Holding the dagger in his trembling hand, Nonakamori thought of the old monk inexplicably.

"The so-called samurai, as long as he holds the sword tightly, there is nothing to fear."

What do all the sacrifices you have been making count?

Is the swordsmanship that I have worked so hard to practice just to become someone else’s shadow?

wrong

Mori Nakano felt better than ever before. The rolling memories in his mind trampled his brain like iron hooves. The black-armored knight named Past swung an iron spear and pierced his mind. "The sword is a murderous weapon, and swordsmanship is a killing technique. No matter what, No matter how you use gorgeous words to cover it up, this is the fact after all. If you can hold the sword tightly, why bother looking for someone to be loyal to?"

The knife in his hand became faster and faster, and Mori Nakano's body was gradually becoming lighter, with something filling his body instead of flesh and blood.

The old monk frowned, and the invisible things that had been defending him began to attack. He seized the opportunity to attack Mori Nakano. The fatal wounds were enough to kill Mori Nakano several times, but he was still alive.

Tsunade and others could clearly see that the expression on the mask behind Mori Nakano's head became more and more crazy from the initial sadness. The scarlet eyes drew red lines in the air as Mori Nakano's body swayed, and they were extremely fierce.

"The general has taken 130 lives, don't you feel a little bit guilty?" The old monk's eyes widened angrily, his roar was like thunder, his old body stood upright like a pine, his straw sandals stepped on the ground like giant mountains taking root, and he opened and closed his sin-judging knife, no matter what Whether they are tangible objects or invisible ghosts, they are all destroyed with madness. "Is it you who holds the sword or the sword controls you?"

"What does it matter?" Mori Nakano grinned ferociously, taking advantage of the old monk's sword to slash at the opponent's chest. "As long as you live, it will be fine."

The crime-breaking knife in his right hand fell behind him, and it was grasped by his left hand and sprang out like a poisonous dragon. It pierced Mori Nakano's chest first. Pressing down with both hands, the blade completely split Mori Nakano's lower body. "Living is not about giving up yourself. It’s an easy thing to accomplish, but you’re just dragging your feet.”

The knife that had not yet touched the old monk fell in Mori Nakano's hand. His crazy eyes returned to clarity, containing bottomless sadness. "You are worthy of being a master of swordsmanship with a turning knife on your back. I know that kind of thing, and I will try it too." After that, I got married. We lived together, fell asleep together, and woke up together, but she left me in the end and was still alive. It was still too difficult."

"Alas," the old monk sighed, "women are tigers. The poor monk's master once warned him repeatedly."

Before the old monk finished speaking, a bun hit his bald head from the side. The old monk turned his head and saw Qian Shu throwing the second one, muttering, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

As if feeling unconvinced, he reiterated, "Really."

A look of innocence.