Crimson Blade

The sun shines through the green bamboo forest and casts mottled leaf shadows on the land. Young children and middle-aged men in white cloaks are fighting with wooden knives, while Himura Ken with a bandaged right hand is sitting in front of the wooden house and watching with his chin .

Ever since he and Kenshin were rescued by the man in front of him who claimed to be Bigu Qingjuro, the scenes of teaching swordsmanship in front of him were not uncommon.

Himura Ren didn't care that he valued his younger brother more than Gu Qingjuro, because he felt that Kenshin's gentleness, kindness and tenacious will were worthy of this mysterious swordsman's teaching.

As for himself...

Glancing at his bandage-wrapped wrist, Himura Ren sighed indifferently. He was used to the ordinary modern life and had no desire to compete at all.

For him, such a life without worrying about food and clothing is very good, and there is no need to study fencing so hard.

"Oh!"

There was a heavy bludgeoning sound, and Kenshin, wearing a crimson low ponytail, fell to the ground, while Seijuro Hiko, who was wearing a gray kimono, shook his head in dissatisfaction, threw the wooden sword aside and said:

"Your chassis is too unstable and your foundation is not good enough. You'd better practice horse stance and swinging a knife for a while first."

"Yes!"

Supporting his body with a wooden knife, he stood up and tore off the bamboo leaves stuck to his hair. Himura Kenshin, who was only a child, shouted loudly, and then began to practice the basics seriously.

The falling wooden knife made a sound of breaking through the air, and Hiko Seijuro walked over to Fei Cunren with a flagon looking lazily, found a place to sit down on the one hand, and looked like Inadvertently asked:

"Little ghost, what do you think of your brother's practice?"

"Eh?!"

Himura Ren, who was watching Kenshin practicing sword with relish, was stunned for a moment, then said with an embarrassed smile on his face:

"Well, I haven't learned swordsmanship, so I think Jianxin has just started learning swordsmanship, so his performance is actually not bad."

"I think it's okay..."

Taking a sip of the wine in the flagon, Seijuro Bigu was silent for a while as if he was thinking about something, looking at Himuraba who had no ambitions, he asked coldly:

"What about you, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

"Huh? Me?"

"Hahaha, forget about my words." After laughing dryly a few times, Fei Cunren declined without hesitation.

Although he didn't know why the other party would ask such a question, Himura Ren always knew in his heart that Bigu Qingjuro had taken a fancy to his younger brother Himura Kenshin from the very beginning, and he was just incidental.

Don't talk about how a person who lived in a peaceful age had to endure hardships to learn swordsmanship, just say that the Feitian Yujian style can only have a tradition of successors, Fei Cunren has no intention of competing with his younger brother.

Looking at the unambitious Himura Ken, Higu Seijuro silently turned his eyes back to Himura Kenshin who was wielding the sword, sipping the wine in small sips, but there was a trace of understanding in the depths of his eyes.

In fact, from the first time he saw Himura Ren, Seijuro Higu realized through those pure and clean eyes that the child in front of him was not suitable for learning swordsmanship.

Because Fei Cunren didn't have the heart to become a strong man.

If it is said that Himura Kenshin has seen through this chaotic era and still maintains the tenderness in his heart, then Himura Ren seems to have stayed in a peaceful environment, even though he strayed into this chaotic era, he still never thought about strengthening ordinary people themselves.

Originally, seeing how flexible the child's left hand is, maybe it's still possible... Alas, that's all!Kiyojuro Higuro remained silent, not intending to wake Himuraken.

As time passed, the severely fractured wrist gradually repaired, at least it no longer affected daily life.

Since Kenshin had to learn from Seijuro Hiko, Himura Ren began to take care of the purchase of daily necessities and three meals for the three of them.

"Uncle, give me half a catty of meat..."

"okay!"

A few months later, in the small town, the uncle in the pork shop wearing coarse linen clothes responded very readily. Received the copper coin.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The samurai with a long knife in his hand walked carelessly through the street. The beggars who were begging on the street were kicked to the ground, while many vegetable vendors who set up stalls lowered their heads and did not dare to resist.

Although those samurai were too much, there was nothing they could do.

"why is it like this?"

Holding some vegetables in his hand, Fei Cunren, who was still a child, frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice, but before he could finish his words, the kind uncle of the pork shop next to him covered his mouth.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense."

The uncle warned in a low voice, watching those domineering warriors leave, and then dared to let go of the hand covering Fei Cunren's mouth with lingering fear.

"Hey, be smarter in the future, don't say these things in the street."

Sighing slightly, the uncle of the pork shop tidied up his stall and warned, and Fei Cunren also understood what the uncle meant, but he still said unwillingly:

"It's like this every time, so no one will stop them?"

"What can be done about this? Who made this era like this?" The uncle continued with a bit of bitterness in his voice, "People in this era can do anything to survive, so what is this level of domineering? ?”

"You don't know that in this chaotic era, parents can sell their children, some bastards with knives can rob at will, and there are even some bastards who will kill others because of bad mood."

Fei Cunren stared at the uncle's self-deprecating look, and was stunned. He pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, feeling a bit of sadness in his heart for some reason.

This is the difference between war and peace, at least in his original era, this situation would not be so rampant.

The sky has become a little gloomy, and the dark clouds are beginning to pile up, which is obviously a sign of thunderstorms.

It was too late to say a few more words of emotion in his heart, and Feicun Ren, who was holding vegetables and fish in both hands, could only rush home quickly, and prayed that it would not rain before returning home.

"Boom!"

Low-pitched thunder began to appear in the sky covered with dark clouds, and then flashes of lightning flashed across the sky. Fei Cunren hurried back at his fastest speed, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw the warriors who had just been rampant on the street coming from a small forest. leave.

That grove is the only way for Fei Cunren to go home every day, and because of the cloudy sky, he ran into the grove without thinking much at this time.

However, it didn't take long before he ran into the grove and felt something was wrong.

"Crash!"

The downpour began to fall accompanied by thunder and lightning, but Fei Cunren, who was in a hurry to go back, stopped. The raindrops wet the ends of his hair, but the bloody smell that was always permeating the tip of his nose made him hesitate.

This smell... is someone hurt?

"Boom!"

The purple lightning lit up a large area of ​​the sky as if it was about to eat people, and Fei Cunren, who was already soaked, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the direction with the strongest smell of blood.

Fei Cunren tried his best to make the sound of his walking indiscernible, and his fingertips passed through the rain curtain to push away the dense thorn bushes. After seeing the scene in front of him, the thin and small child stood there in a daze.

Uncoagulated blood was flowing in the rain, and the body of a mother collapsed on the muddy ground holding the body of her child, and the emptied money bag was casually discarded beside their bodies.

The cold raindrops dripped onto his skin, causing Fei Cunren to shiver, and his fingertips, which had been standing in mid-air while pushing aside the thorn bushes, fell weakly.

Fei Cunren knew the mother and son, they were peddlers who often peddled on the street corner, and Fei Cunren was always taken care of by each other when he was buying vegetables in their shop.

But they died here...

"Crash!"

The sound of raindrops falling densely became louder and louder, but Fei Cunren felt his body was getting colder and colder. He felt his body trembling uncontrollably, and his feet took a few steps back involuntarily.

Although he already knew how absurd this era was, seeing someone he knew die in front of him gave him a different feeling.

His mind went blank at first, and then the fear and sadness that seemed to be suffocating spread from Fei Cunren's heart.

No, I have to run away quickly, otherwise what would happen if those bastards who killed the mother and child suddenly turned back?

His body trembled and he ran towards the cabin where he had lived for the past few months, but the expression on Fei Cunren's face was very stiff, and his mind was even more confused like a paste.

The sound of the surrounding rain seemed to be separated by a thin film, and the mud was splashed due to the footprints stepped on. Fei Cunren ran forward in a panic, but recalled the words of the pork shop owner just now in his mind.

It turns out... human life in this world is worthless at all.

"Huh, huh~"

Panting hard, his breathing can be a little heavy due to the long-distance running, and after finally returning to the front of his wooden house, Himura Ren stared blankly at Kenshin who was fighting Hiko Seijuro in the rain, with a dazed look on his face .

Such a chaotic era, such a bastard world...

After shaking his badly injured right hand, his eyes were set on his intact left hand. The rain slid down his face, and Fei Cunren laughed silently and maniacally in the layers of rain.

If you want to survive, you can only make yourself stronger!

"Boom!"

The thunder and lightning intertwined, the downpour and the blood all over the place washed away the last layer of hesitation of Fei Cunren living in the peaceful age, and wiped away the last trace of mottled rust on the long knife that had not yet been sheathed.

In the following time, being accompanied by sweat became the daily life of Himura Ren. Under the circumstance that Bigu Qingjuro intentionally or unintentionally let someone steal his teacher, the strength of the determined Himura Ren soared.

In the days to come, Feicun Kenshin, who had learned half of the swordsmanship, was determined to change this chaotic era, but his brother Yu teacher objected, and chose to go down the mountain to become a reformer and contribute his own strength to the new era.

Fei Cunren, on the other hand, watched the back of his younger brother leaving, and then his left hand, which was practicing swordsmanship, became more and more fierce every time he swung the knife.

Until one day, under the withered yellow bamboo leaves falling in the autumn wind, Himuraba bowed respectfully to his teacher and said nothing, but Seijuro Hiko sighed and said:

"Are you going to leave even you brat?"

"Ah."

Without the slightest hesitation, Hiko Seijuro was silent for a moment with his crisp answer, but this man who has been affected by the years just said lightly:

"Go, remember not to fall into the reputation of Feitian Yujianliu."

"I know, teacher!"

With a crimson ponytail fluttering in the autumn wind, Himura Ren, who was carrying a long sword, smiled and called out Hiko Seijuro for the first time, but Hiko Seijuro just snorted awkwardly and didn't refute anything.