produced by Japan’s Toho Company (1954)
Screenplay: Kurosawa Akira, Hashimoto Shinobi
Director: Kurosawa Akira
Main actors: Shimura Joe (playing Kanbei), Mifune Toshiro (playing Kikuchiyo), Ina Ye Yi-nan (ornaments Goro Samurai), cervix Seiji (ornaments for long), Chiaki real (ornaments Heihachi), Daisuke Katō (ornaments Yoshichiro times), Isao Kimura (ornaments wins Shiro), Tsushima Keiko (decoration Shino)
translation : Li Zhenglun's
subtitles are
raging like a village in Abi Hell in the background . A bandit ran from the village surrounded by the fire. At dawn, he raised the Tanegashima-style firecrackers and let them go to the sky.
This was the signal. The bandits on horseback ran out of the village's vertical horses in twos and threes, with looted grain and women tied up on their horses.
The bandits ran out of the village one after another, with more than forty rides, and fled like smoke after gathering.
Bandits, horses gallop, horses gallop...
(Stacked) The
mountain
bandits ran. The front runner suddenly stopped.
Bandit: Stop! stop!
"What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter?"
Almost every horse of the bandit who caught up hit the horse's ass in front. They held the reins and asked one after another.
The group parked in front looked straight down at the ridge.
There is a small basin in the mountain gorge under my eyes.
Just below the terraced fields is a small village of about 20 households, with farmhouses leaning against each other.
In the wheat fields around the village, the wheat seedlings are already seven or eight inches high. Plum blossoms are in full bloom. This small village is bathed in the brilliant sunrise, and every family is smoking.
The bandits looked down on this quiet village with ferocious eyes.
Bandit One: Clean up this small village too!
Bandit 2: Wait a minute, wait a minute... Last fall, I just grabbed rice from here. If I go now, I am afraid there is nothing.
First Bandit: Good! ... come back when the wheat is ripe!
The bandits turned their horses' heads, flew their hoofs, and drove away.
The dust cleared, and the face of a farmer (Wu Zuo) was distorted in fright among the white bamboo bushes.
He was so frightened that he looked tremblingly in the direction where the bandits were fleeing.
The shocking sound of horseshoes quickly faded away.
There were a few leisurely sings of Ying.
Wu Zuo walked out of the Shanbai bamboo bushes with trembling legs.
He ran downhill and ran along the mountain road towards the village. The fuelwood on his back was bumped and bumped, and he ran very slowly, as if swimming.
(Plan)
village
village people gathered in the village on the road.
The people were so frightened. In addition to the nursing child in the arms of the mother, even the children are full of distress.
The many faces that were lost, nervous, melancholy, and startled in a daze, formed a circle. Wanzao, Yopei, Maosuke, Liji and others stood with arms around Wuzuo.
Everyone has nothing to do and is silent.
A few ying screams, as if close at hand. The cry sounded terrifyingly loud.
The blooming spring plums under the sunrise are exceptionally bright and dazzling.
In contrast, people's faces are gloomy and dull.
There were a few grinning cries of babies.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, some women in the crowd wailed uncontrollably, and then stopped abruptly.
And Ping tremblingly asked Wu Zuo.
Yopei: Really! Did you... really see the bandit? ...
Shigeru glanced at him, spat in annoyance, and spoke furiously.
Shigeru: Hmph, it's no use asking you how many times, you should come!
Yuping pouted, he wanted to repay, but he didn't say anything in anger.
Shigeru's words seemed to have started, and everyone shouted loudly.
"So I said long ago... You shouldn't just leave the collapsed water temple there!"
"There are no gods and no Buddhas!...pay taxes...go out for official work...fight...drought... ...And the robbers...the gods made us people die!"
"It's not fake at all, it's better to die!"
Wanzao: (eyes widened) Say something! What's the use of these complaints? ...How to overcome this difficulty, this is what the big guy has to think carefully...and then ask the grandfather to decide which way is best!
Shigeru: Go to the Yamen! Ask the master of the yamen to be the master, don't they just know to collect taxes?
The three farmers shouted loudly.
Farmer A: No! no! Everyone knows what Yamen eat. They waited for the bandit to run away, and then came to see the broken house frame that the bandit set on fire again.
Farmer B: They suffered as soon as they came. They stick their noses to the bottom of your pot and don’t even leave you with a grain of rice. They eat up the rice, and then hide you with a little bit of rice just enough to feed the chickens. They will be taken away by you, and you are also ordered to work as an official!
Farmer A: Yes, right! That's worse! After the wheat and rice were taken away by the bandits, and we all hanged, then they came swaggeringly.
The peasants were yelling, their voices became more and more desperate, and their words became more and more digressive.
Wan Zao calmly led everyone to the topic.
Wanzao: What should we do after all?
After a word was spoken, everyone became silent again.
Li Ji, who stood beside Wan Zao with his arms in silence, said a word for a long time.
Liji: At this time, he is still acting according to his old problems, but he closed his mouth unnaturally, as if he was trying to figure it out.
Shigesuke: So... what is the purpose of making a bamboo spear?
Liji: Kill those bandits! Strike them all to death! They will die clean, and they won't be able to come next time!
The second sentence of Liji's words immediately shocked everyone.
Yopei seemed to be taken aback, his eyes rolled and looked around, and he opened his mouth in a panic.
Yohei: I... disagree... do that...
Liji glared at him.
And Ping bowed his head and said nothing.
Wan Zao: (Briefly) This can't be done, there is no discussion!
Liji stared at Wanzao like an aggressive bull.
Liji: Humph! Could it be that a samurai who can kill a defeated war is an undead bandit?
Manzo: (Inflamed) I never killed a defeated samurai!
Liji: Although you have never personally pierced a defeated samurai, you have instructed others to pierce to death! snort! On the roof of your house, there are all guns and knives, all of which were bought from three melons and two dates...Could it be...you have sold those guys? Have they all changed to Jin Xianzi?
Shigeru: Forget it! Is this the time when the comrades quarreled? !
Liji stared straight at Wanzao, but stopped squeaking.
Wan Zao was stared at by Liji, uncomfortable, turned his face away and dared not say anything.
Shiosuke: (worried) Hello! How to do? How can it be done without speaking... Wanzao, you can talk about it... What do you think should be done?
Wanzao: Fighting with bandits, you don't even have one-tenth hope of victory. What happens when you defeat it? The whole village must be killed by them! Even the child in the belly of the old lady was stabbed to death!
Liji suddenly screamed like crazy.
Liji: Enough... Enough! Living so timid and fearful, it would be better to make a resolution quickly and either stabb them to death or let them stabbed to death...
"Li Ji!"
Mosuke interrupted him.
Shiosuke: Let Wanzao continue! Wanzao, you say! What should you do?
Wan Zao: We farmers, there is no other way but patience. Long things are always easy to bend.
Shigeru: Humph! I ask you what to do!
Wanzao: If the bandit comes, we honestly welcome it. Honestly hand over the wheat, and then ask them to leave us with rations that we can make and survive...there is only this way...in any case...even if it is a kowtow, I have to ask them to do so. manage.
Liji was so angry that his eyes were almost bleeding, and he leaned forward.
Liji: In this way, the bandit agrees? Did you forget... Did you forget? ! What is the rice we are eating now...
"Li Ji!"
Li Ji Chao Wanzao rushed over, and Mosuke hurriedly shouted and hugged Li Ji.
Liji pulled his hand away and squatted there immediately.
His shoulders trembled slightly, the pain was hard to endure, and he couldn't cry.
The audience was silent.
People were very sad and couldn't bear to look at Liji anymore, and stood still.
After a while, Shigeru spoke up.
Shigesuke: How about going to Grandpa's place? ...Please decide what to do.
(Plan)
edge of the village
out of the village people all sullenly, silently monastery at the foot of water that went near the vehicle cabin.
(Pad) The
waterwheel
is spinning slowly outside the hut to watch the waterwheel .
The water outlet of the waterwheel is connected to the hut where the waterwheel is viewed. From the water outlet to the yard of the waterwheel hut, villagers stand full.
In the hut,
Yisaku sits on the front of the furnace.
Wanzao, Yopei, Shiosuke, Liji and others gathered around the ritual.
Next to them is the main room of the hut, the light is dim, there is a big pestle on the pounding rice, the rice bran is flying. Yisaku's son and daughter-in-law holding the child looked over here from the hut.
Shigeru was talking loudly.
Shigeru:...Then...
Gizaku closed his eyes and listened to him. He opened his eyes and looked at him as soon as he stopped.
The old man opened his eyes and his expression was almost a bird of prey.
His eyes are shining brightly.
Then he stretched his head in front of Shigeru.
It seems that the old man's ears are a little deaf.
Shigeru: (increasing his voice) So... I think it's better to go to the Yamen to report...
Yisaku glanced at Shigeru.
Shigeru quickly avoided his sight.
Yi Zuo said nothing, and turned his gaze to Heping.
Yuping was afraid of harm, so he didn't dare to look at him.
He lowered his head and mumbled.
Yohei:...I...that...In short...
Gizaku closed his eyes and turned his ears to listen to what he said.
Yopei: I...I just arrived in this village last fall, and I knew there was nothing in this village... So, come here, honestly, if I don't come...
Yisaku opened his eyes and glanced at him.
Yuping was a little flustered and remained silent.
Yizaku looked at Wanzao and stretched his ears over.
Wan Zao couldn't stand his look, and said something without raising his eyes.
Wanzao: I...I think there is no other way than to discuss with the bandits. …In any case, I have to take the wheat that lives on... I
closed my eyes and listened to the ritual of his speech. He opened my eyes here, and still took a look at Wanzao.
Wanzao doesn't say anything anymore.
Liji: Humph! It depends on who the other party is! If you chop your feet to the wolf, he will need your hand next time. If you give him rice this time, he will come in autumn, that's right!
Gisaku stretched his ears to Liji.
Liji: I would rather fight to the death with the bandits!
Yisaku opened his eyes and looked at Liji.
Liji looked at Yizuo without fear and continued.
Liji: Kill those bandits!
He didn't say it but yelled.
Yi Zuo looked at Li Ji intently.
Wan Zao panicked.
Wanzao: It's not fair...If we fight against the bandits, we are doomed to lose... As soon as the battle is defeated, then...
Liji: If we lose, we lose! ...Anyway, they snatched the wheat this time, so we have no other choice but to hang ourselves!
Yisaku looked at Liji and suddenly spoke.
Gisaku: Do it!
Wan Zao was taken aback.
Wanzao: Grandpa! That's ridiculous! We are farmers! I don't know how to fight...
Yisaku closed his eyes and told everyone categorically:
"Hire a samurai!"
People were startled and looked at Yisaku unanimously.
Wanzao: I haven't heard of the fact that ordinary people hire samurai for...
Yisaku: (as if talking to himself) I have seen with my own eyes that the bandits set fire to our village where you were born... What I saw when I fled here... Only the villages protected by samurai did not suffer...
Wanzao: Having said that, grandpa, villages are not the same as villages, and farmers and peasants are also different. Let's drink gruel, what should we eat for the samurai?
Gisaku: Let's bear with eating tares!
Wanzao: That's what I said... Is there really a samurai who is willing to fight for the peasants just by taking care of the rice? The samurai has a big shelf...
Gisaku: Look for the hungry samurai. I'm hungry, even the bear runs down the mountain!
(Dissolve)
(Dissolve) The
wheat seedlings on the hillside road have grown to eight inches of wheat fields.
A hillside road sandwiched between wheat fields. Wanzo, Mosuke, Yopei, and Riki, who were dressed for a long journey, walked downhill quickly.
Wan Zao: (muttering and grumbling) The old man always talked about things in his old life. His era was completely different from today's. In the past, there might be warriors who treated the people as their own flesh and blood. But it cannot be said that there is still such a samurai now. The current samurai only planned for himself, and wondered how to prosper. Therefore, the bandits ruined the land and burned the village. He felt that it was nothing at all. You said, what good is it to bring in such a samurai? ... The grandfather is not immune... It is simply... Liji suddenly stopped.
Wan Zao waited for the three of them to walk over, and found that Liji was standing still and looked back at him.
Shiosuke: Liji! what's wrong?
Liji: Go back!
Shiosuke: What?
Liji: Go back to the village and go to Grandpa's place again. (To Wanzao) You have to say that in front of Grandpa!
After he finished speaking, he strode back.
Wan Zao stood there motionless because of difficulties.
Shigesuke: (panic, catching up with Liji) Liji! Liji!
(Drawing) Four people walking along the
mountain road
.
Liji: I am also a farmer. To be honest, I don't like samurai either. Even though the times have changed now, the samurai may not be as unpromising as Manzo said...
Manzo frowned.
Liji: ...if you look for it, you must have it. There must be... look for the reasonable... and the capable... the promising samurai...
Manzo: (sarcasm) When will I find it? But Maizi waits for no one.
Liji gave Wanzao a fierce look.
At this time, Yu Ping, who had been following behind with uncertainty, opened his mouth.
Yohei: The bandit...really can come? ...But I don't think I will come again.
Mao help spit.
(Drawing) The four people including
Shigesuke, a village burned by the fire
, looked around in surprise.
Farmers in this village worked on the ruins of the looted disaster.
There are dead bodies covered with mats everywhere.
Wanzao: Oh, this is what the bandit Wu Zuo saw did...
Liji:... Yes! After attacking here, I must have passed by us when I went back.
Shigesuke: (To Hehei, whose face pales in fright) Yohei, take a good look. It's our village's turn next time. This is not a shadowy thing!
Yuping was taken aback.
Yohei: Pull it down, pull it down! Nothing good.
The peasants carried the charred rice and walked past them. Glancing at the four of them with white eyes.
"Fuck! Just treat other people's disasters as lively, just keep your own village from disasters!"
"Humph! Glorious, you must be retribution!" The
villagers raised their voices and let them hear them on purpose.
Wan Zao hurried away and walked away.
Shigesuke and Yopei also left here with him.
But Liji didn't move.
He stared sternly at the villagers who pointed at Sang Shuhuai.
Mao ran back to find him.
Shiosuke: Liji! Liji!
He pulled Liji away.
(Draw)
on the street
four can not speak silently down the street.
A wandering warrior came.
The four of them couldn't help but blinked at him tightly.
The wandering warrior also felt strange, and glanced at them.
Four people quietly walked over.
Not far out and look back.
The wandering samurai strode away, already far away.
Liji looked at the wandering warrior's back with regret. Wan Zao looked at Liji disapprovingly, only said "let's go", and then strode away.
(Draw)
Liji quarreled with his three partners in front of the local government office .
Liji: In vain! Hasn't Grandpa already said it? Shigeosuke: That's what I
said...
Liji: If you are willing to go in, then do what you want. I will take this time to find a samurai.
The three of them had no choice but to leave Liji outside and entered the Yamen.
Liji stood in front of the Yamen, watching the pedestrians passing by on the street.
The wandering samurai often passed by, and Liji seemed very anxious.
In the yamen,
Wanzao, Maosuke, and Yopei kneeled in front of the hall and sat on the ground.
The local officials looked down at them and spoke to them impatiently.
Xiaoli: What bandits, typhoons, floods, and droughts. To reduce or exempt taxation, you are exhausted. What did you say last fall? Um? You said, the bandits are coming, and if you rob them of the food, people can't survive. But as a result, you all live so well... There is nothing you can do about it... How many ambushes are there in your village? Um?
Wanzao: No... there is no such thing.
Xiaoli: Good, good! I know, I know! Well, you can still see the truth before it's dark, go back, go back!
At the gate of the local official's
office, Maosuke and the other three walked out the gate listlessly.
Liji was nowhere to be seen.
The three looked around.
A group of people formed a circle not far away.
Someone in the crowd scolded loudly:
"Smelly farmer! Do you dare to say one more thing!" The
three of them looked at each other and walked towards the crowd.
The scolding outside the painting: The smelly farmers don't understand the depth and talk nonsense. Even if I'm down, I'm still a samurai after all, and I won't listen to you.
A gap suddenly appeared in the wall.
Liji was kicked out of the gap and rolled on the ground, and there was dust all over his body.
Liji lay on the ground, with his head close to the ground, like a flat spider.
A downturned warrior looked down at him.
"Asshole!"
He cursed, and went away.
The onlookers dispersed.
Liji endured the pain and got up.
He sat on the ground with a straight face, bowed his head and said nothing.
"I told you a long time ago, don't ask."
Liji heard Wanzao's voice and immediately stood up.
Shigeru: You have suffered...
Shigeru stepped forward and wanted to bomb him with the dust on his body.
Liji pulled his hand away.
Liji: Hmph, what was the result of your visit?
Shigesuke: …
Yohira: Hey, Liji, the yamen knows that we are in an ambush.
Shigesuke: Stupid!
The four walked away slowly.
(Dissolve)
(Dissolve in) The wheat field
rain is beating the wheat which grows about an inch. Four people, Wanzao, Mosuke, Yohei, and Liji, who were soaked in the
backyard of the self-catering small inn
, were about to wash their feet. They looked at the small wheat field around the well.
Shigesuke: (anxiously) Hmph, he looks so tall!
Wan Zao: It's been five days since I left the village.
Yopei: Yes, wheat grows three inches in a rain.
Liji: (Pumping and washing her feet) The wheat here is early, but the wheat in the mountains is different.
Three footmen ran.
"It's so cold... it seems that the bones are soaked."
A footman watched the four of them while washing his feet, and spoke in a very irresponsible cynicism.
Footman: Oh, did you find the samurai? Those with cheap wages and high skills. What a whimsical thing!
The door of the self-catering small inn
was drenched with the sign of "self-catering inn".
(Planning)
Self-catering small guest shop
night.
A small room with rough planks. In the middle is a stove, and there is a three-legged wax table next to it.
The shoppers included four people including Wan Zao, three footmen, a blind man who played the pipa for a small amount of money, a meat bun seller, and a wandering warrior.
The rain hit the wooden roof, and the sound was monotonous and desolate.
In a corner of the room, the blind man playing the pipa softly played the pipa.
The meat bun seller handed the leftover meat bun box to the blind man.
Sellers of meat buns: if you haven’t sold them, you should count less money!
A footman is playing cards.
Footman: Hehehe, this is ridiculous!
Meat bun seller: What's so ridiculous?
Footman: He is blind!
The meat bun seller: (great disappointment) Oh...will you buy a box?
First footman: That bun, forget it.
Footman B: It's better than horse dung.
The meat bun seller is very disappointed, looking for the wandering warrior lying on the slab.
Footman: Forget it, don't look for him, he doesn't have a jumper.
Footman B: Last night I lost my money in gambling.
Footman C: The loser got angry and wanted to juggle with a knife. The three of us beat him up. At this time, he took out all the money.
Those who buy meat buns are going to find Wanzao them this time.
First footman: Forget it, they can only afford tares.
People who bought meat buns: (staring at Wanzao them) Really? That's not okay. You have to eat something good occasionally, or you will become blind (note: the common name for night blindness)...How about it, there are exactly four left, don't you take a box of rice?
The four of them sat leaning against the wall with their knees on their backs, their faces full of grief, without saying a word.
People who bought meat buns: Hey, all of them...
He went back to the stove and ate the meat buns that could not be sold.
Yuping watched everyone eat, and couldn't help swallowing.
Yohei: I did a stupid thing. If there was that rice, it would be enough to buy forty meat buns.
Shigeru: Shut up!
Yohei: Isn't that true? ...
Footman: There is something to watch, what do you do, what do you do!
Yohei: (Almost crying) I remember where you said that bad luck. You gave him a liter of rice for nothing, and a liter of wine for him to drink, but you even made him slap him in the mouth.
Footman: Hahaha, that wandering warrior is a capable guy. He is a little different from the guy who dozes no matter where he sits down.
Yohei: Here, let's go back, go back.
Footman C: Hey, this guy loves to cry at every turn.
Second footman: Miss fucking.
Footman C: Hey, I'm really willing to pay ten bucks to see how this guy sleeps with his wife.
Yohei: Here, go back quickly.
Footman: Go back, go back, the guy who can't even afford meat buns, what else to talk about hiring a samurai, I don't know the depth.
Yopei: First, although the farmers know the quality of seeds, they don't know the quality of samurai. Moreover, those who are capable of not listening to our orders, obediently listening to our instructions, are too weak and incompetent.
The wandering warrior got up, dragging a somewhat lame leg to the four of them.
The wandering warrior: Last night I couldn't help but did something wrong because I was hungry.
Footman: Lie! You still have money to bet on, it's simply outrageous.
The wandering warrior looked at the footman without blinking.
First footman: Asshole, I'm going to do it-what are you doing!
The wandering warrior stopped glaring at the footman, and returned to his seat without saying a word.
This time he lost his temper at the pipa player.
Wandering Warrior: Dude! Stop it! It's annoying and annoying!
Play the pipa as usual.
Footman: Good! Old man, just play hard, we will support you.
The wandering warrior lay down holding his head.
Listening carefully, the sound of the pipa is amazing, deep and melancholic, and it makes people want to raise their arms and shout something.
Wanzo, Maosuke, Yopei, and Liji looked at the void in front of them and listened to the pipa blankly.
The road on the outskirts of the city
"Damn it!"
"You bastard!"
Wan Zao and Li Ji fought. There was a rain last night and the road was muddy. The two of them fell and got up and twisted together on such a muddy road.
Shiosuke: Liji! stop! ... Wanzao!
Yuping was just in a hurry.
Wan Zao and Li Ji finally stopped, panting for each other, completely turned into clay figurines, but they still looked forward to each other.
Wan Zao: Back...After we go back, we have to make it clear...You bastard!
Liji: You said going back, do you want to discuss something with the bandit...? Can't do it!
Wan Zao: What nonsense are you talking about! Yamen, no hope. Hire...you can't hire a samurai, don't...what else can you do? ......Is there any way to solve it without discussing with the bandits?
Liji: Okay, I get it! ... But...
Li Ji suddenly calmed down and smiled at Wanzao with a wonderful smile.
Then he went on in a low voice.
Liji: ...but...just talk with the bandits to solve, what to give them this year...Do you want to hand over your girl? Shino is a beauty.
Wan Zao can't help but sigh.
Shigeru Kazuhei did not dare to face Manzo's face.
Only Liji stared at Wanzao angrily.
(Planned) In
front of the Haonong's door
An earth bridge was erected from the avenue to the door. Under the bridge was a small river. Wanzao and Liji were washing their faces and mud on their hands and feet by the river.
Shigeru Kazuhei, who was standing on the road, looked down at them sadly.
At this time, there was a sound of numerous and messy footsteps from the door.
Walking ahead is a middle-aged warrior and monk. Behind them, the peasants with weapons walked out the gate one after another.
The middle-aged samurai and monk walked down to the laundry on the other side of Manzao and Liji's face wash.
The middle-aged samurai suddenly drew out his short knife and cut off his bun under the gaze of the peasants with weapons in hand.
The people at the door let a way out, and walked out alone, with a steady popularity, and seemed to be the master of this rich farmer. But the attire and attitude were very strange, the filthy pajamas, bare feet, and an inhuman face, walking down the laundry yard by the river as if they were not following. Holding a razor in his hand, he tremblingly handed the razor to the monk.
The warrior wet his hair and bowed to the monk gently.
The monk hesitated a little, and immediately hurriedly shaved the samurai's head.
These things suddenly appeared in front of Wanzao and them.
No one said a word in the meantime.
Everything is inexplicable, and it happened suddenly.
Wanzao and Liji seemed to be stunned by everything in front of them. They got on the shore and stood with Shiosuke and Yopei. They looked suspiciously at the group of farmers holding weapons.
Pedestrians also stopped to join the crowd watching the lively.
The crowd watching the excitement chirped and talked about
"How to pull it? Uh? What happened to pull it?"
"Thieves, in that warehouse, people got into the warehouse when they
made a noise." Wanzao and the others pricked their ears and listened. They also walked across the earth bridge with pedestrians and looked in from the doorway.
The atrium
of Hownon can see the warehouse from the door.
Now that I heard that the thief got in, he looked terrible.
In front of
the door, Wanzao and the others looked into the door, and a young novice samurai asked a farmer.
"How many thieves?"
"Ah, one!"
"One? One thief uses so many people..."
"But there is no way to start. The thief picked up the child of the house and ran in. He let out a word. , Kill the child first if you want to do it."
"Oh!"
"Listen...you hear...how pitiful...the thief sneaked in in the middle of the night, it's been almost a day...the child is crying...it's gone Shengerla... The child is seven years old... Parents should..." Hearing these words
in the atrium
, she heard bursts of crying in the warehouse.
Mosuke
Monzen: But why did the samurai shave his head?
Farmer: I don't know this. Asking us to help, we immediately agreed, and we proposed that each person wanted two big rice balls. As for keeping the monk passing by here and shave the samurai's head, I have to borrow the monk's robes, but I still don't understand what it means.
The woman with rice balls in both hands came out from the gate.
This woman is also wearing messy pajamas and bare feet.
She only missed the warehouse, so she also forgot to step on the clothes, in a trance, dangling along the way the farmers gave way to the laundry, walking towards the riverside laundry.
Wan Zao and the others wanted to see the laundry, but they were immediately blocked by a human wall and couldn't see it.
They walked across the bridge and returned to the avenue where they stood just now.
I don't know when a samurai came, sitting in this position long ago, looking intently at the laundry on the other side.
The samurai looked up at Shigeru and the other four people standing behind him, then immediately turned his head and looked at the laundry yard earnestly with a strange look.
On the laundry field, the samurai had already shaved his head, and gave his two knives to the monk, exchanged it for the monk's robes, and then slowly put on the robes.
He was wearing a cassock, and he felt that someone was looking at him with strange eyes, so he suddenly raised his head.
He saw that across this small river six feet wide, a person was looking at him unscrupulously.
This person is the samurai sitting in front of Manzo.
The four eyes stared at each other motionlessly.
The person sitting in front of Wanzao was almost stupid, his expression was so serious, and he looked at him curiously.
The samurai with his shaved head also looked strangely at the samurai on the other side.
But he immediately looked away, took the rice ball from the woman, and walked towards the door.
The chaotic couple followed in slowly. A samurai dressed as a monk
in the atrium
came in.
His steps are slow, no different than usual.
The couple who followed him in immediately stood still as if terrified.
The crowd gathered around the door, looking nervously.
The young warrior who first asked the farmer how the thief entered the warehouse, and the monk clumsily holding two knives, stood in front of the crowd. Wan Zao and the others stood at the end, looking inward with their feet cocked.
The samurai who had sat in front of them brutally pushed the crowd away and squeezed to the front. He crossed the front row and came to the vicinity of the couple. He picked up a wooden barrel lying on it with his feet, and then sat on the barrel.
The young warrior glared at him as if he thought he was impolite.
After the samurai sat firmly on the barrel, he stretched his feet far away, staring at the back of the samurai disguised as a monk with the rude attitude of no one else.
The samurai disguised as a monk with a rice ball in both hands, still walked towards the door of the warehouse at the same pace.
"Don't come near! Kill the little devil if you dare to come near!"
The roar of a crazy beast came from the warehouse.
"Come out!" The
samurai opened the Kudoor with a calm tone.
"Come out, I don't want to catch you at all."
"Don't come near! Don't come near!"
"Don't come near, the child must be hungry, so the rice ball is brought." The
samurai passed the rice ball with both hands while talking.
"You can eat one." There was
a calm inside—then there was a soft cry of the child.
The peasants with weapons in their hands didn't even dare to move nervously.
Even Wanzao, who passed by here by accident, was too nervous to breathe.
The young warrior put his hand on the hilt of the knife.
As for the couple, they are almost about to fall.
Only the samurai sitting on the barrel looked very interesting, and kept licking his lips with his tongue.
"Throw in!"
the thief in the warehouse cried again.
'then! "In the
next instant, the samurai kicked the Kumen and rushed in.
Everyone was taken aback .
The samurai sitting on the barrel couldn't help but get up.
What followed was the sound of being knocked down in the storeroom. The yelling of Dantian's force was a short groan due to the dullness of breath. The
warehouse door fell from inside with a bang, and at the same time, the thief rushed out with a stride.
Among the people watching at the gate, there were a few instincts. Escape. The thief rushed to a place not far in front of the samurai sitting on the barrel like a swimmer. What is inexplicable is that he stood there like a idiot, motionless. The samurai in front of him
seemed to make a move. He was taken aback.
This situation, except for the couple, attracted the attention of everyone present.
"Child! "The
child's mother yelled and ran up.
The samurai dressed as a monk carried the child and rushed out of the storeroom.
He handed the child to the mother, and the blood knife in his right hand was still on the ground.
Almost at the same time, the thief looked like a dead tree. He fell down with a tree-like hum.
The samurai sitting on the barrel gave only an unpleasant exclamation. As if he had done such a glorious thing, he looked around triumphantly, pulling the thief's head with his toes to look at.
The thief has died.
"Ah!" The
peasants burst into the atrium with joy and thunder.
Only the monk, the young samurai and Manzo were still standing at the door blankly. The young warrior even showed childish longing.
Wan Zao sighed almost astonished on their faces.
(Pad) The spring breeze
on the road was
blowing his newly shaved monk's head, and the samurai walked slowly.
Wanzao followed the samurai at a distance of six or seven feet.
Liji: Manzo, if you want to be like this samurai, you have nothing to say, right?
Manzo: Well, of course, that samurai doesn't look hungry.
Liji: (Not sure) Ah, I asked him anyway.
Yohei: But, are you sure? Will you get another kick?
Liji: Idiot! Only the samurai of that number can do that kind of thing.
Shigeosuke: If you want to say it, just say it as soon as you get into the street.
Liji: Hmm!
He hurried to catch up, but stopped immediately.
He also looked anxious, biting his lower lip, thinking for a while and ran forward.
At this time, a person pushed Liji away and ran forward.
It turns out that this person is a samurai sitting on a wooden barrel.
Hearing footsteps, the samurai in front looked back.
The samurai sitting in a wooden barrel came to him and stopped.
Monk head samurai: What's the matter?
The samurai sitting in a wooden barrel seemed to be not good at expressing his feelings, but stood there silently when he moved.
At this time there were footsteps again.
The young warrior ran, ran to the warrior, suddenly fell to his knees, and bowed his hands.
Young samurai: My name is Katsushiro Okamoto. Please accept me as an apprentice anyway.
Monk Head Warrior: Apprentice? ...I'm Kanbei Shimada. As you have seen, I am just such a wanderer... I have never accepted an apprentice. Ah, please get up, you can't talk like this.
Katsushiro: Yes!
He raised his head, but was still kneeling.
Katsushiro: Please, please accept me as an apprentice.
Kanbei: Ah, please get up. If there is something to say, let's talk while walking.
The samurai sitting on the wooden barrel stood by the side properly, watching the Kanbingbei all the time, and now he watched them go away in amazement.
(Planning) Kanbei and Katsushiro walked to the
suburban road
.
The four of Wanzao followed him two or three feet away.
Kanbei: Make me embarrassed, you take me too high.
Katsushiro: No...
Kanbei: Listen to me, I am not a distinguished person. It's just that many battles have been fought, but they are all defeated. All in all, he is a person with only this ability. I think it's better not to follow me who is too lucky.
Katsushiro: No, I have made up my mind. Even if you don't promise me, I will go with you. Where do you go, where will I follow.
Kanbei: (loudly) I refuse! I am not qualified to walk around with my entourage. I just ate the last meal and not the next.
Wan Zao and they looked at each other when they heard it.
Liji was very happy, and strode forward five or six steps before being squeezed away by the samurai sitting on the barrel.
The samurai blocked Kanbingwei's path again.
But he still said nothing.
Kanbei: What's the matter?
The samurai seemed to have something to say, and his face was inexplicably sad.
Even so, he still stared at Kanbingwei without squint.
Katsushiro couldn't hold back anymore, and yelled at him.
Katsushiro: The guy who doesn't know how to be polite!
The samurai glared at Katsushiro before he spoke.
Samurai: You chick, don't interrupt!
The actions of the samurai and the extremely nasty language were concentrated on this person, giving the impression that this person was a monster.
Kanbingwei watched him for a long time, and then asked him straightforwardly.
Kanbei: Are you a samurai?
Samurai: (eyes staring) Of course it is a samurai!
After finishing speaking, he knocked the knife in his waist.
Kanbei: It doesn't look like it.
After speaking, he turned around, striding forward as if to shake off Katsushiro.
The samurai seemed to be ugly, his expression dumb, and motionless.
Li Ji and the others, who had been looking at this scene blankly, hurried to chase Bingwei.
The samurai stood there alone and motionless.
That image seems very lonely.
Kanbei strode forward, followed by Katsushiro, who looked back.
Katsushiro: What does he do? Still standing there watching us.
Liji ran forward.
Liji: We have something to ask for!
(Planning)
Self-catering small inn’s backyard in the
evening.
What to cook with flat casserole.
The footmen came to the well platform.
They found peace.
"Oh, you haven't gone back yet?"
Yu Ping silently fanned the stove.
The footman wrinkled his nose and smelled it, approached Yu Ping, and suddenly lifted the lid of the pot.
In the pot is white rice.
Footman: Hey! You really didn't accept the lesson, and let him run away after eating for nothing?
The
light in the self-catering small inn is dim.
There are five people in the house: Kanbei, Katsushiro, Manzo, Mosuke, and Riki. The Kanbing Guard sat with arms folded, and the four of them sat in front of the Kanbing Guard with a sad face.
Liji raised his face with a firm expression, and he moved forward a little.
Liji: Then, please anyway...
Kanbei: There is no room for consideration.
Katsushiro: Teacher, if it was me, let the farmers pick up the bamboo spear...
Kanbei: I thought about it all.
Katsushiro: But, teacher...
Kanbei: Don't talk too much! This is not about children playing wars. Also, don't call me a teacher, I never promised to be your teacher.
Katsushiro touched his nose with dust.
Kanbei: Although the opponent is a bandit, there are forty horses after all. Recruiting two or three warriors is unstoppable.
The footmen come in.
They watched the soldiers and guards seriously, and at the same time they surrounded the stove to make a meal.
The fire was reflected in Kanbingwei's face.
Kanbei suddenly remembered something, and his eyes flashed with hope.
Kanbei: Huh... Defense is harder than offense... You said that there is a mountain behind the village, right?
Liji: Yes!
Kanbeibei: That mountain, can you ride a horse?
Liji: Yes!
Kanbei: Huh... There is dry land in front of the village... Before the ground is flooded, you can attack from any direction on horseback... Just defending on all sides requires four people... the two in the back... Those who are less can’t be less... count me... and seven people...
Liji: Then, if there are seven people...the
three of them look at each other.
"If there are seven people, then... here."
Wanzao: Grandpa said four people.
"But... the words of the three..." The
three of them argued in a low voice.
Kanbingwei: Wait a minute, wait a minute, I haven't agreed to your request. What I'm talking about is if you want to find someone... First, it's not easy to find so many reliable samurai. What's more, just serving food is terrible. Therefore, it is impossible to do it without a particularly warmhearted person. (Then go on as if speaking to myself) And...I'm tired of fighting...not at that age.
There was silence.
Only the firewood burned by the footmen burst into sparks from time to time.
There was an uncontrollable whimper in the crackling of the firewood.
It turned out that Liji was sobbing and sobbing.
Kanbei, Katsushiro was quite moved, and stared at Riki.
Footman: Ah... I am not destined to be a farmer, but it is too easy to pull... The
footman said this in a sad mood, and took a sip of the hot wine on the fire.
Footman:...The dog hasn't been so bitter yet...Fuck...Die, let's die...Hurry up and hang it to death... Then it will be easier!
His words were too crude, Kanbei and Katsushiro changed their colors and stared at the footman.
Katsushiro: Dirty billet! Be careful when you speak!
First Footman: What did I say? I just said something honest.
Katsushiro: What's the truth? Don't you understand the peasants' difficulties?
Footman: Don't laugh at others, it is you who don't understand the peasants' struggles!
Katsushiro: What?
First Footman: Isn't it? If you know what to say, wouldn't it be over to help them? ...Hey...what did I say?
Katsushiro was so poor that he was furious and stood up.
Katsushiro: Provocative?
The footmen stood up.
"Don't make a noise!"
Kanbingwei said.
Yuping entered the house long ago and watched the scene blankly. The footman took the job from Yuping's hand and stretched it out in front of Kanbingbei.
Footman: Hey, samurai, look at this! This is for you! But what do you think these two hundred and five people eat? They eat tares! They eat tares and make white rice for you. For the farmer, this is a force for milking. What did I say? this one!
Kanbingwei watched the bowl of rice intently.
Kanbei: Good! Know it! ...Don't be sad.
He took the bowl of rice and looked at Liji and them thoughtfully.
Kanbei: I will not eat this bowl of rice casually!
A steaming bowl of white rice.
(Dissolve)
(Dissolve)
People in the village ran out of their homes one after another.
"I'm back!"
"Wanzao and they are back!"
Wanzao and Maosuke were surrounded by villagers.
"What's the matter with Riki and Yopei?"
Manzo: They stayed because the samurai hadn't arrived yet.
"Can a samurai come?"
Shigeosuke: Really come, seven people!
"Seven people?"
"Seven warriors?" The
villagers looked radiant and looked confident. However, at the same time, he also showed a somewhat worried look.
(Pad)
Waterwheel hut
Manzo and Shigesuke sat in front of Gisaku.
Gisaku: (closing eyes) Oh, seven people?
Wan Zao: The old man said that there were four people, and I objected to it.
Gisaku: Humph! I thought, ten people are still less. But if I want to talk about ten people, then fifteen people will come. That's why I said four!
Wanzao has nothing to answer.
But he has something to worry about again.
Wan Zao: Grandpa, I'm worried.
Gisaku: Huh?
Wanzao: The girls from the crop family like samurai. If the samurai becomes obsessed with girls, this village will be troublesome...
Gizaku: (suddenly opens his eyes) Humph! Just think about what to do if the bandit comes! Don't worry about anything else! Your head is about to move, it's not ridiculous that you have to be careful about the beard!
Street
Liji and wandering samurai.
Wandering Warrior: What? ...Want to find me?
Liji: Yes!
Wandering Warrior: Hmm... Who is the opponent?
Katsushiro
looked at the door in the self-catering small inn , and he looked back.
Katsushiro: Come on.
The Kanbing Guard sat on the edge of the wooden plank.
Kanbei: Do you have bamboo swords for martial arts?
Katsushiro: Yes!
Kanbingbei: Take it.
Katsushiro: Huh?
Kanbingbei: Take out the bamboo knife. You hide behind the door and put the Taishan Mountain on top.
Katsushiro:?
Kanbei: As soon as the wandering samurai comes in, you are determined to cut it down!
Katsushiro:?
Kanbei: Not hurry up... You don't have to be polite, just cut it boldly!
Katsushiro hid behind the door helplessly, and raised the bamboo sword above his head.
The Kanbing guard looked at the door.
In a corner of the room, Yuping didn't know what would happen, and was very worried.
The footsteps are getting closer.
The wandering warrior appeared at the door.
He walked in like a smoke.
"Hey!"
Katsushiro chopped off with a bamboo knife.
In an instant, the bamboo knife was knocked off with a click.
It was suddenly blown away by the wandering warrior with an iron fan.
"presumptuous!"
The wandering samurai yelled, facing Kanbei and Katsushiro, and opened the frame carefully.
"Clean!"
Kanbingwei said as he stood up.
Kanbei: It's impolite. My name is Kanbei Shimada. Because I am taking pains to visit talented people, and I am in a hurry. Please forgive the irregularities.
He bowed his head after speaking.
The wandering samurai couldn't get angry when he saw Kanbingwei's gentle manner.
Wandering Warrior: Let me talk about the reasons first. If there is no reason, I can't give up.
Kanbei: Ah, it's very simple, very simple. Honestly...just want to see your martial arts...because I'm going to a showdown with bandits recently.
The wandering warrior: (very interested) Oh, to that prince...
Kanbingwei: This matter is a little difficult to tell, it's a group of people.
Wandering Warrior:?
Kanbingbei: This is a matter of no merit, no name and no profit. Only promised to eat during this period...
Wandering Samurai: (very angry) It's ridiculous! My hope is bigger than this!
Kanbei: It's a pity.
The wandering warrior had nothing to say after listening to him. He just said "I'm not going", and walked away.
Katsushiro: (I'm sorry) Teacher, it's a pity that such a good swordsman...
he looked at Kanbei with the same mood as a farmer.
Kanbei: (nonchalantly) not a regrettable figure.
Katsushiro: Why?
Kanbei: You will understand soon. Two people
outside the self-catering small inn
went out of the inn.
Stand on the street and observe pedestrians passing by.
A sturdy wandering warrior walked over.
Katsushiro looked at Kanbei's face.
Kanbingbei watched the samurai who had gone away with great interest.
The village road
Manzo and Mosuke.
Manzo: That samurai must be reliable. It depends on the other six people.
Shigeru; You should use your brains appropriately. I don’t know what kind of one I will look at. You have to worry about pulling in the future. A wandering warrior walked past
Kanbingwei outside the self-catering small inn
.
At first glance it is not surprising.
Kanbei watched the wandering samurai intently.
"This is this!"
He said and went back to the house.
Rikichi Yuhei and Katsushiro, who had been watching this scene, chased them with an air of incomprehension.
Katsushiro's
disapproval expression in the self-cooking small inn followed him in.
Katsushiro: Do you still do it like the last time?
Kanbei: That's not necessary. However, it is also done to help your studies.
Katsushiro:?
Yuping, who was looking out the door, quietly walked to the corner of the wall.
Katsushiro was still standing in his original position with his bamboo sword.
From a
distance on the street, Liji and the wandering warrior were talking and walking towards this side.
Not much time, Liji led the way to the small inn.
In the self-catering small inn,
Katsushiro still puts Taishan on top. The footsteps are approaching.
The wandering warrior appeared at the door. But he stopped immediately.
The tip of the bamboo sword raised by Katsushiro trembled.
The samurai stood at the door and shouted inside.
Wandering warrior: Which one, the joke is overdone!
(Plan)
Kanbingbei and the wandering warrior seem to have met each other like a century-old confidant, talking and laughing.
Samurai: Hahaha...
Kanbei: Hahaha...
Samurai: Ah, it would be an exaggeration to say that it is equivalent to a million reinforcements.
Kanbei: Honestly, that's what I think...
Samurai; eh.
Kanbei: According to what I just said, do you think I am right?
Samurai: If you say that, it becomes more difficult for me to refuse.
Kanbei: Hahaha...
Samurai: Hahaha...The
samurai suddenly became serious.
Kanbingbei looked at him without blinking.
Samurai: Go ahead!
Kanbingwei saluted and thanked silently.
Samurai: But, this...ah, I also know the peasants' suffering...I also understand your feelings of standing up for the common people. In short, I was inspired by your noble personality, and I am willing to expel.
Kanbei: I am very grateful.
Samurai: No need! It is through these things that people can get a confidant.
Kanbei: Hahaha... But I haven't asked your name yet.
Samurai: Yes, I just met... I, Goro Katayama... He looks like a great character just by his name...
"Hahaha..."
"Hahaha..."
Katsushiro, Riki, and Heida don't know why. He smiled and looked at them.
(Dissolve)
(Dissolve)
Liji in the backyard of the self-catering small inn is making a fire.
He shouted into the room.
Liji: Yoping! What are you doing, eat rice!
No one answered.
He was surprised and looked into the room.
In the small guest shop,
Yu Ping was crying alone facing a big jar in the corner of the room.
Liji: Yoping! How to pull it?
Yoping: Mi... Mi was stolen and pulled!
Liji ran up to the slab with mud feet and slapped a mouth with his hands raised.
Liji: You fool! I told you a long time ago!
Yopei: I'm paying attention. I slept with a jar in my arms at night.
Liji bit his lip and sat down.
He folded his arms and muttered to himself.
"No way, go back to the village and take it!"
Yuping: But what do you do before you come back? Only a handful of rice left!
Liji sat down again anxiously.
"Damn it! What to do!"
Yuping just cried.
He was crying and picking up rice grains, which he scattered when he was beaten by Li Kishite.
Ding Ling.
A pile of money fell in front of him.
He was taken aback, and when he looked up, it turned out that it was Katsushiro standing in front of him.
Yuping is embarrassed.
Katsushiro: Money, and more. do not worry.
Liji stood there blankly.
Thanks to Ping Kok.
Katsushiro: Confused! Don't pull it like this, why? ...Hurry up...The teacher is going to come back and pull it.
"Hahaha... I didn't expect to run into it here. Ah, it's rare!"
Kanbingbei and a man dressed as a hawker (Shichiroji) came in jokingly.
Kanbei: Ah, you guy is still alive. I thought you were long gone.
Shichiroji smiled slightly.
Kanbei: What is going on with the news of your death?
Shichiroji: Ah, I'm covering my head with water weeds in the moat. Wait till night...
Kanbingbei: Oh, oh.
Shichiroji: When the second fort burns down and collapses on my head, I think this time is over...
Kanbei: Oh, what was your mood at that time?
Shichiroji:
Not really... Kanbei: Don't want to fight anymore?
Shichiroji smiled slightly.
Kanbei: Let me tell you, there is a tough battle that is neither famous nor profitable. Can you participate in it?
Shichiroji: Good!
Kanbei: Maybe he's dead this time.
Shichiroji just smiled.
The teahouse
Gorobei sat in the teahouse and looked at the pedestrians on the street.
Gorobee: (Talking to himself) I couldn't find it in the emergency.
Boss: What are you talking about?
Gorobee: Samurai.
Boss: (smiles) If it's not a good one, there will be one in the backyard...
Gorobee:?
Boss: Let me tell you, I think there are dumb things in the samurai too... He is hungry and has no money to eat, I gave him food... He said that he didn't have a penny on him, so he gave me the firewood to cover... This woman, this samurai... listen... the noise is... I... I like his straightness...
Goro Biebe stood up and went to the backyard. A samurai (Heihachi) in the
backyard of the tea house is setting up
a stall on a sunny spot to chop wood.
He didn't look depressed, so he seemed to be in a good mood. Gorobei walked up to watch his movements.
Heihachi glanced at Gorobei, and chopping the wood calmly as usual.
However, because Goro Hebei was watching seriously, he gradually became concerned.
He finally spoke.
Pingba: This is probably the first time you saw wood cutting, right?
Gorobee: Ah, what I saw was very interesting.
Pingba: This is a problem since my birth. If you don't speak well, please forgive me.
Gorobee: Hahaha, what you said is really interesting.
Pingba continued to chop wood.
Gorobee: High craftsmanship!
Pingba: No, it's not as good as hacking people!
Gorobee: Have you beaten many people?
Ping eight: Yes! The rise of hacking is simply unstoppable. So, I always try to avoid this kind of errands.
Gorobee: You are very thoughtful.
Pingba: Let you laugh.
Gorobee: But, do you want to hack more than 30 bandits?
Hearing this, Pingba's axe chopped the wrong place.
(Draw)
Road
Heihachi and Gorobei stroll.
Pingba: But is there any use for a coward like me?
What did Goro Biebe want to say.
Pingba: Ah, what you said is not bad. I haven't had the experience of hacking people. I have fought many times in battle, but I didn't realize that I had killed people. Always when I realized that the opponent had already fallen.
Gorobee: Ah, that's good, that's the real ability. I only gradually realized it when I played against my opponent recently.
Pingba: Oh, it's this level!
Gorobee: I thought I was one step behind you.
Pingba: Then look at the Pipi Bandit.
Gorobei: Hahaha...
Heihachi: Hahaha... A group of people on the
river beach
formed a big circle.
Kanbei and Katsushiro are also watching.
In the circle, two wandering warriors each polished the twigs of the green bamboo poles.
After removing the twigs, cut each to an appropriate length, and then draw each other's stance against each other. One is big and the other is short. The big man played the bamboo pole two or three times and then said, "Go in!" Then he lifted it up high with the momentum of the Mount Tai.
The short man did not answer, holding a bamboo pole in hand to prepare for the battle.
Kanbingwei looked at them intently.
The two were motionless.
After a while, the big man pushed forward.
The short man remained motionless.
The big man's bamboo pole trembling trembling, sand and dust came up from under his feet.
With a scratch, the two green bamboo poles touched each other.
In an instant, the bamboo poles of both sides hit each other's shoulders and stopped on their shoulders.
"Sorry! I hit it at the same time." The
big man gasped.
"No! I won." The
short man said very decisively.
Big man: (furious, roaring) Nonsense!
Short man: If you were a real guy, you would have lie down long ago.
The big man was furious and suddenly drew his sword at each other.
"Okay, then use the real guy!"
Short man: No need!
He threw away the green bamboo pole and drove away.
Big man: (catch up) Wait! Are you planning to slip?
Short man: (turning his head to look at him) You are really ignorant, if you use a real guy, you have to catch up with your life, no need.
Big man: Stupid! Whatever you say is fine.
The short man turned his head to look at the big man, his hand slowly holding the handle of the knife.
The big man dashed up.
This is a fight with real guys. The people watching the excitement immediately turned pale with fright.
Katsushiro also paled in shock.
Kanbingbei muttered to himself without changing his normal state.
"Now I can't persuade you...just look at the outcome."
"Oh!"
The big man screamed like a wild beast.
As at the beginning, he still used Tarzan's trick to push forward.
His feet kept wafting in the sand.
"Bang Dang!!" The
two real knives slammed into each other, and the voice sounded terrifying.
In the next moment, the big man fell face to the ground.
The short man is still standing. His clothes were cut diagonally from the front shoulder to the waist.
As he walked away, the wind blew into the incision, as if opening his mouth wide, and the wind swelled his clothes.
The short man was washing his knives in the river.
Kanbei dropped Katsushiro who was standing there blankly, and walked to the short man whose name was Kuzo.
(Planning)
Kanbei
and Katsushiro came back from the self-catering small inn .
Hebei Goro, who was standing at the door observing the pedestrians, greeted them.
Gorobee: How is it?
Kanbei: This matter... the fish that ran away are all big... you have to find someone with a high martial arts skill.
Gorobee: High-strength? Yes, I thought the fish that ran away must be big.
Kanbei: Ah, we saw one person cut another person with our own eyes.
Gorobee: Heh!
Katsushiro's face was still pale.
Kanbei: Great! He said that he still had to practice hard by himself, insisting on this, and never going back. In any case, he never agreed.
Gorobee: What a pity.
Kanbei: Oh... he told me where he lived... Then, you?
Gorobee: Find one.
Kanbei: Ha!
Gorobei: Well, martial arts, that is, middle and lower.
Kanbingbei: Middle and lower?
Gorobee: Uh, but, but a straightforward person. When you talk to this person, you feel open-minded, and this person is too useful in hard times.
Kanbei: Ah, I am very grateful. Two people came in
from the self-catering small inn
.
Shichiroji was fixing something, he stood up.
"I'm going to wash my feet." He
said and walked away.
Gorobee: (watching him out) This man is very shrewd, what is it for?
Kanbei: My former housekeeper.
Gorobee:?
Heihachi came in and bowed his head to salute Kanbingwei.
Heihachi: I am Lin Tian Heihachi, and it is useful to chop a firewood or something.
Kanbingbei:?
(Pad) People sit around the furnace at
night
.
Liji and Yuping sat in a corner of the room.
Kanbingbei: In this way, three people are missing.
Gorobee: (surprised) Three people? Isn't it two people?
Kanbei: Ah, I can't take my children.
Katsushiro: Teacher!
Kanbei: I know, I know, I know what you have to say. I did this when you were your age...
What more does Katsushiro say.
Kanbei: (Regardless of him) You want to exercise martial arts, go to battle, and then become the lord of one city and one place...
Katsushiro bows his head.
Kanbei: But, thinking about it this way, unknowingly, you see...
Speaking of this, he scratched his long gray hair.
Kanbei: ...Hair is graying like this. As a result, Hou's parents were no longer there, there were no relatives, and there was no land on which to sleep.
Katsushiro: ...
Everyone was moved by his words, and there was no sound.
Pingba, who had been listening quietly, suddenly looked at the door.
Jiuzang stood at the door, listening to Kanbingwei's speech motionlessly. But his expression was very serious, as if he disagrees with what Kanbingbei said, and he intends to resolutely refute it.
Heihachi looked upset when he saw Kuzo's expression, and looked away at Kanbingbei.
Kanbei: (Continue) Katsushiro! Set off to go home tomorrow. Your parents must be thinking of you.
Katsushiro: Teacher, I got the consent of my parents...
Kanbei: That's what I said when I ran away from home...
Katsushiro:...
Kanbei: Understood? Leave tomorrow. ...The four or five days you stay here will be very useful for your studies...as a gift for you, this is enough.
Katsushiro stood up suddenly and walked out as if he didn't want people to see his face.
Liji and Yuping watched him walk out the door, looked at each other, and then moved from the corner to the front.
Liji: Please! Please be sure to keep Katsushiro, please!
Kanbei: (Does not understand the meaning) What?
Gorobei: (Seems to realize that the opportunity is not to be missed, come out to intercede) Oh, I think it's okay, you are always a child, a child...
Heihachi: Yes, children are more capable than adults.
Everyone looked at Heihachi with strange expressions.
Pingba: I mean, he should be treated as an adult.
Kanbingwei smiled wryly.
Gorobei: (strikes while the iron is hot) Okay, let's count Katsushiro as an adult, it's only two short.
Pingba: No, it seems that there is only one difference.
He said and looked at the door.
Jiuzang still stood motionless at the door.
Kanbei: Oh, would you like to go out?
Jiuzang remained silent, but bowed his head gently to salute everyone.
Kuzo: When did you leave?
Kanbei: Tomorrow.
Gorobee: Tomorrow?
Kanbingbei: That's okay, there is only one difference. Time matters.
Liji and Yuping were very happy, took a look at each other, and immediately ran out.
Everyone became lively, only the straw shoes that had been hidden for a long time.
Katsushiro in the backyard of the self-catering small inn
talks to Liji.
Katsushiro: Really?
Liji: Really.
Katsushiro is going to run.
Liji: (Hugging him) It's just the remaining money...
Katsushiro pushed his hand back and ran away.
Katsushiro in the self-cooking small inn
: (runs in) Teacher!
Kanbei: Alright, alright.
Katsushiro: Teacher!
Kanbei: Don't tell me, I know.
The first footman ran in.
Footman: Be quiet, be quiet, listen, everyone, I found a warrior with great skills... But he was arguing with others, and he couldn't persuade... I have never seen such a person... Like a wolf... I finally persuaded him... It turned out that he was drunk... At this time I discussed this matter with him... Now it's time to talk!
Kanbingbei seemed very embarrassed, he and Gorobei took a look.
Katsushiro: How about doing the same as before?
Kanbei: Yes.
Katsushiro took the bamboo knife and hid it behind the door.
First footman: What are you doing...?
Katsushiro: Give him a try.
He raised the bamboo knife and took his posture.
First footman: It's not decent to do that!
Kanbei: Don't talk, look at it... A clever samurai can't beat it.
Footman: But he is drunk.
Kan
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