His Majesty the Demon King and her sword

This place is weird.

In Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's memory, he and his companions were chatting and relaxing while looking for opportunities to sneak into the town at the last moment, but for some reason, it seemed that a memory was missing in the middle, and it seemed that it was only a moment. In the blink of an eye, he was the only one left around, and Kokiri Hasebe, Okurigara, and Horikawa Kunihiro were all gone.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada stood blankly, his eyes had no focal length, and he had no sense of the passage of time. He didn't know how long time had passed, maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe a year, or maybe 100 years... But it is also possible that only 1 minute or [-] second has passed.

Like a large-scale ink painting, the surrounding scenes are gradually blurred from light shadows to large expanses of scenery.From a silhouette, the lines are gradually drawn, the movements are from rigid to lifelike, and the expressions are from dull to vivid.

In the end, the noise started from afar, and gradually spread to the ears, so clear that it seemed to be happening around me... No, maybe it really happened around me.

"Hey! Great hero Sato, why are you in a daze! You are the only one left!" A tall and burly man shouted not far away, waving his hands at the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, combing a samurai bun with a samurai hair on his waist knife.

Waking up from a trance, Candlestick Chie Guangzhong nodded blankly, his originally out-of-focus and lackluster eyes seemed to be suddenly infused with spiritual energy, and they were so clear, Candlestick Chie Guangzhong subconsciously raised a smile: "Here it is! What are you in a hurry for, and you won't run away." His hand unconsciously touched the knife at his waist, and a strange feeling rose from his heart, but he couldn't catch the momentary thought, and he walked towards the tall man.

When the man saw Candlestick Qie Guangzhong approaching, he opened his mouth and said with a hearty smile: "Hey! When did you come here, didn't you run away from the battle?" He grabbed Candlestick Qie Guangzhong and walked towards the shop. direction.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada subconsciously raised his head and took a look, and saw clearly the appearance of the shop. There were bursts of silk and bamboo sounds coming from inside, as well as the gentle and melodious singing of geisha.

Shaking his head, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada coughed lightly: "Fujiwara-kun, don't tease me anymore, didn't you run away this time?" The handsome face was slightly rosy, obviously not able to adapt to their calmness.

Fujiwara laughed, and patted Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's back with a big hand, with a lot of strength: "They're all men, so why be ashamed!" He gestured ambiguously, "It's not because you are so innocent, I guess you are so innocent." You didn’t eat meat, did you! This time, the daimyo of the last mission invited you, so why don’t you come here to open your eyes?”

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada was very helpless towards Fujiwara and the others' behavior of opening and closing their mouths without any seriousness. After all, they came from a samurai family. Although they are not as good as the sons of the daimyo's house, they are not as unscrupulous as these ronin samurai .He coughed slightly in embarrassment, and stroked the blade uncomfortably: "Well, Fujiwara, this is not that kind of shop, all the people in it are geisha.

After being refuted, Fujiwara was not annoyed. Instead, he laughed and hilariously said, "You bastard, do you think I am a brat like you? Can I not know? We know you don't like that, this time You are the one who deserves the most credit, knowing that you can't accept those things, so I can only accept you, and we brothers will tighten our belts to accompany you!"

Hearing Fujiwara's words, Candekiri Mitsutada, who had a somewhat accusatory tone, showed shame: "Sorry, Fujiwara-kun, I am too young and energetic." Then he shook his head, "Besides, there is no such thing as a great hero, if not You take care of me, I don't know how many people I have offended."

He, Fujiwara, and the others were originally not in the same way. Children from the samurai family of daimyo retainers had to go out for a walk once they reached adulthood, and gained experience so that they could go back to serve their lord better. He loves swords and meets a group of ronin warriors on the way, the leader of which is Fujiwara.Thanks to their care along the way, he didn't let him stumble and hit his head badly by himself.

He was very grateful in his heart, although he didn't show it, but he also faintly looked down on these rogue warriors, although he was with them, he didn't fully accept them.It's just that Fujiwara's group of ronin are bold, and they don't mind Sato's family pride, and they still fight in a friendly manner.

Ronin warriors do not have a fixed residence, but they also need money, so they can only accept commissions from daimyo, wealthy businessmen, generals, or some private individuals to survive.This time, he received a commission from a daimyo, and this commission was indeed dangerous. If it weren't for Sato's knowledge of some secrets in the family, he would not have been able to complete it, so Fujiwara said that Sato was a great hero.

Hearing Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's words, Fujiwara immediately pulled his face down and frowned: "What are you talking about, you don't think of us as brothers anymore! How can there be so much talk between brothers! Besides, how bad is the place designated by the daimyo?" Go! Let’s go, let’s show you what to see and see!”

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong was a little moved for a moment, since he said so, he couldn't take their minds off, so he nodded: "Okay, let's go in, they must have been waiting for a long time."

When I was outside, I heard the sound inside, but when I entered, it completely changed the scene.

The building is no different from ordinary buildings, except that there are more tactful and soft colors, making it more ambiguous.It's just that it's just a geisha building after all, without those lewd words and sensuality, it's elegant but not vulgar, and it's a little more peaceful and comfortable.

There are a few maikos twisting their bodies and dancing on the stage, but they are not gaudy. There are three kabuki playing different musical instruments on the side, and the guests are also enjoying it quietly. Guangzhong was no longer so repulsive.

He thought to himself, no wonder the elders in the family said that if they had the chance to be appreciated by the daimyo, it would be an eye-opener to visit the geisha building.After all, it is impossible to enter this kind of place without the recommendation of someone familiar or powerful.

Being dragged by Fujiwara towards the familiar person, Candekiri Mitsutada's eyes couldn't help but keep looking at the stage while responding to the greetings of others.

It was a male geisha.

Although I have been told that the first geisha were mostly male, after so many years, the geisha has long been dominated by women, and it is almost impossible to meet male geisha, but this time he met them.

It's just that rarity is rare, but it is not a reason worthy of Candlestick Qie Guangzhong's attention.

The male geisha's face was extremely delicate, his eyes were blue and watery, and his long black hair was very soft, his slender arms were holding the shamisen, and his slender fingers were flicking smoothly. His eyes couldn't see the expression clearly, but his expression was indifferent, but his temperament was very eye-catching.

Of course, describing these things is not because Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada has taken a fancy to him or something. There is only one reason why Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada pays attention to him, and that is, no matter how he looks at it, he thinks that male geisha is very familiar.

But that face was obviously never seen before.

The author has something to say: the mystery of this dungeon is here, although I really don't want to spoil it, but I have a heart for spoilers!Itching to give the babies a hint: role play!

I am so tired of finding this information, so someone can help me find 233333

Ancient Japanese prostitutes are not the same as prostitutes. To put it simply, prostitutes are performing arts without selling their bodies. It is similar to the ancient opera singing in my country.Prostitutes are what you think. In ancient Japan, they were generally called prostitutes, and they were divided into public prostitutes and private prostitutes. However, this article has nothing to do with it, so I won’t say more!In addition, the samurai class...emmmmm time is running out, I wanted to talk about this more, let's talk about the samurai class in detail tomorrow night!

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