I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

PS: Let me remind everyone that the selling routine of Ogata in this chapter is a real routine in Japanese history, not the author.

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"No. I'm sorry, I'm a little tired now." Isshiki shook her head gently, "I want to go home and rest quickly."

Kitahara is actually not interested in any performances at all.

The reason why Isshiki was invited to watch the performance was only because he knew that Isshiki is a person who loves watching acrobatics.

Even the effort of inviting Isshiki to watch the performance failed—a bit of regret and disappointment appeared on Kitahara's face.

However, he quickly cleared up his expression and emotions, and once again smiled with great grace:

"It's okay. See you later, Miss Isshiki."

"Yeah." Isshiki bowed towards Kitahara, then turned around without any hesitation and left.

Beiyuan didn't rush to leave immediately, but continued to stand still, staring blankly at Isshi's back figure that was fading away.

Until Isshiki's back figure had completely disappeared from his field of vision, he did not take his gaze back.

At this moment, Kitahara suddenly heard the voice of an acquaintance ringing behind him:

"Mr. Kitahara, don't look, Miss Isse is gone."

"Miura-kun? Why are you here?" Kitahara raised his eyebrows and cast a surprised look at the master of the voice, a young man with 7 followers behind him.

This young man named Miura by Kitahara is dressed in extravagance.

Brocade from Tang Dynasty, in this era of Japan, has always been a symbol of status, but also synonymous with expensive.

Can afford brocade, without exception, are both rich and expensive.

And this Miura from head to toe, all clothes except socks are made of silk and satin.

On the waist, there are two scabbards and hilts with many decorative patterns. You can see a valuable knife at a glance.

"I just happened to pass by here." Miura smiled. "When I passed by here, I happened to see you saying goodbye to Miss Isshiki."

Beiyuan was embarrassed and laughed a few times: "Let you see it..."

"You are really infatuated." Miura sighed, "You have been pursuing Miss Isse for 3 years, right? It's really a shame that you can stick to it. It's me that has always been hot and cold, let alone 3 years. I can’t hold on for 3 months."

After that, Miura turned to look in the direction where Isshiki had left.

"Miss Isshiki is too oily and salty, and her attitude towards you is still so indifferent..."

"If you want to choose a husband, obviously there is no more suitable person for you than Kitahara-kun in Osaka."

"The appearance is dignified. At a young age, he is already the normal generation of the entire military hall. In the future, it is only a matter of time to inherit the entire military hall."

Speaking of this, Miura changed into a half-joking tone.

"If I remember correctly-Miss Isse is already 21 years old this year? If she drags on for a few more years, she will completely become an old woman. She is so old, isn't she worried about her marriage?"

"Hey, Miura." Kitahara cast an unpleasant look at Miura at this time. "Even if it's you, you can't say that Miss Isshiki is wrong."

Miura, who was taken aback by Kitahara's sudden serious tone, shrugged, "I see, I will take back what I just said."

After that, Miura adjusted his clothes and cleared his throat.

"Okay, let's stop talking about Miss Isse. It's a rare encounter. Would you like to go to the old place for a few drinks?"

After Beiyuan pondered for a moment, he nodded, "Okay."

Miura and Kitahara walked side by side and walked quickly towards the old place—an izakaya they used to visit.

After turning around an intersection, the two of them suddenly saw that there were a lot of people surrounded on three floors and three floors on the side of the street in front of them.

"What's up ahead?" Miura frowned slightly.

Because this group of people happened to be located in the place where they must pass by Beiyuan, they strode towards the crowd in front of them.

As soon as they approached the crowd, they heard a loud shout from inside the crowd:

"Let's take a look-I will cut this piece of wood into two pieces with a single cut later."

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Taking advantage of his height, Ogata raised the plank in his palm so that the attracted spectators could clearly see the finger-wide plank he had just picked up at random.

"A lot of spectators have come, can you almost perform?" A brawny man dressed as a samurai with double swords stuck in his waist shouted impatiently at Ogata.

Only people with double knives in their waists dare to talk to people who have the same double knives in their waists.

Ogata ignored the urging of the brawny man, and looked around at the spectators around him-more than 50 people had already gathered.

Seeing that the number of people is almost the same, Xu Jian lowered the board he held high: "Then-I'm going to formally start the performance. Then please don't worry about it."

Hearing Ogata's words, the spectators around hurriedly held their breath.

Most of the spectators thought that Ogata was going to put the plank on a half-person high platform, and then cut it with a knife.

As a result, Ogata made a move that almost everyone around him did not expect.

He tossed the plank high up.

The plank rolled and flew to the highest point, and then fell slowly.

When the plank began to fall, Ogata maintained a normal standing posture, his left hand continued to hang down naturally, and his right hand held the handle of Dashaten's knife—

No-Self Sword Style Raeche.

The knife light flashed.

A flash of blade light passed over the plank that was about to hit Ogata's forehead. The plank was divided into two halves from the middle, and the two fragments fell on the left and right sides of Ogata, respectively.

quiet…

The spectators around was silent at first, then thunderous applause broke out and bursts of applause broke out.

"Oh..." Standing at the back of the crowd, Kitahara raised his eyebrows when he saw Ogata's actions just now.

Ogata, who had received the sword in its sheath, bowed lightly to the spectators in front of him, and then shouted:

"Everyone, just now it was just a small test, and I will perform more powerful performances next."

"However, before that—"

Speaking of this, Ogata winked at Amachi, Azhu, and the little girl who were next to him.

After receiving the gaze from Ogata, Amachi, Azhu and the little girl hurriedly held a packet of tooth powder to greet the audience.

"Could you please buy some tooth powder?" Ogata spread his left hand and made a "please" gesture. "These tooth powders can be bought for only 16 cents!"

"Not only is the price affordable, but also the quality is good."

"You only need to buy 15 packs, and you will have enough strength to continue performing."

Ogata almost said the words "Want me to perform? Pay for tooth powder!"

Although Ogata said blatantly, "If you want to watch the show, you can buy tooth powder," but before he finished speaking, a large number of people have already paid out money to buy tooth powder from Amachi and Azuchi.

Because Ogata’s routine is essentially an old routine, and everyone sees it a lot. So when Ogata suddenly "changed his style of painting" and everyone came to buy tooth powder, no one was surprised.

Using performances to attract customers, and then stipulate what kind of performances will be performed as many goods are sold-this technique is not uncommon in this era.

Although this routine is very common, it is quite rare to use swordsmanship to attract customers.

After all, there are only a handful of people who can use swordsmanship and are willing to perform swordsmanship.

Ogata had heard Makimura's introduction before: When Makimura was a Yoli in Kyoto before, he once saw a medicine man who had a prosperous business on the street.

His secret to selling medicine is to perform drawing swordsmanship.

Using swordsmanship as performance content will never lack the audience.

Swordsmanship is a very mysterious skill for the people of the Li people-there are too few people who have the money and time to learn swordsmanship, so most of the people of the Li people are "curiosity" towards swordsmanship.

Therefore, the medicine seller never has no customers on a single day, and his medicine can be sold out almost every time.

His routine is basically the same-first try his skills, let the audience see their own abilities, and then tell the audience: as long as my medicine can sell 10 or more copies, I will continue to perform more powerful things.

He made a lot of money by relying on this kind of routine.

Now, Ogata just "borrowed" this routine.

At this moment, relying on this routine, the little girl had been selling a few packs of tooth powder for most of the day, and in a blink of an eye she reached the set goal and sold 15 packs.

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Ogata picked up the second board and prepared to start the second performance.

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Ogata performed a total of 3 performances.

The 3 performances were all sword-drawing techniques, the second performance was to swing 2 knives in a row and chop the fallen wooden board into 3 pieces, and the third performance was to swing 3 knives in a row but chopped the fallen board. Into 5 pieces.

Even in a metropolis like Osaka, swordsmanship performances are extremely rare performances, not to mention such a level of swordsmanship demonstrations.

After the third performance, Ogata's tooth powder was completely sold out.

From the beginning of selling tooth powder for the little girl, to selling all the tooth powder completely, it only took about 3 sticks of time in total.

Now that the tooth powder has been sold out, Ogata naturally does not need to perform any more performances, so he bowed to the audience, indicating that the performance is all over and everyone can go away.

Some spectators were still unwilling and asked Ogata to perform a few more paragraphs, and some asked Ogata to wait for tomorrow or when he would not be performing here. Ogata said in a tactful tone: When will he be short of money afterwards , Will perform here again.

The spectators gradually dispersed, and Ogata and the others took the money they earned and left quickly.

But Beiyuan and the others still stood in place.

"...That person is good." Kitahara looked at the back of Ogata and the others. "Listen to his accent...It's not like a local from Osaka, maybe a ronin from outside."

"It's a pity, the level of swordsmanship is fair, but he is an unscrupulous man who uses swordsmanship as a juggling."

Kitahara sneered and shook his head.

"Well, Miura, let's go to the old place and have a few drinks. If the time is delayed, it will be dark... eh?"

Kitahara looked at Miura beside him in surprise.

Miura, who was standing next to him, stared blankly at the direction where Ogata and the others had left.

His dazed appearance, as if lost his soul.

"Miura?" Kitahara shook Miura's shoulder gently.

Kitahara shook his shoulders, and Miura's "soul" finally returned to his body.

But even if the soul returned to the body, Miura's sight was still fixed in the direction where Ogata and the others had left.

Until Ogata and they almost disappeared from his field of vision, he muttered to himself:

"That woman is so beautiful..."

After speaking, he swallowed hard.

Afterwards, the color of firmness appeared in his eyes.

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"Well, while it's still bright, go home quickly." Ogata touched the little girl's head.

At this time, Ogata and the others returned to the door of the tea house where they had just met the little girl.

"Really, really thank you very much!" The little girl held a small cloth bag stuffed with money from selling dentifrice in her arms, and she thanked Ogata and the others in a slightly choked voice. Ogata and the others bowed deeply, almost knocking their heads to the ground.

"It's just a trivial matter." Ogata smiled and said lightly, "Go home quickly."

The little girl ran back to the street not far away, stopping every few steps, bowed vigorously in the direction where Ogata and the others were, and then walked forward.

"Majima-sama is really kind!" After the little girl left, the very short Azuki raised his hand slightly, and patted Ogata's shoulder with a smile, "He was willing to condescend to help one. little girl."

"What does it mean to condescend and condescend..." Ogata said grimly, "I don't have any respect or expensive. To be honest-I'm just an ordinary person who is only good at fighting."

"It's just that I just happened to be in a panic, so I just do the little things that I can."

"Okay, let's go, while it's still dark, let's go shopping in other places...huh?"

Ogata's voice suddenly stopped-because from the corner of his eye he saw that a group of people was striding towards them.

The head of this group was dressed extremely glamorously, and exuded the breath of a rich man all over his body.

And this "rich man" was followed by a handsome man-it's a pity that he kept the monthly generation. In Ogata's eyes, his hairstyle successfully pulled his face value to a negative number.

Behind these two people were seven people-judging from the costumes and actions of these seven people, the seven of them should be their entourage.

At this time, Ah Ding and Ah Zhu also noticed the group of people walking towards them in strides, and cast suspicious and vigilant gazes at them.

"Meeting for the first time! At Shimo Miura Taro! He is Miuraya's eldest son!" As soon as he strode to Ogata, the guy who exuded the breath of "rich man" introduced himself loudly, "This lady, You are so beautiful, can you tell me your name?"

This question from Miura was addressed to Amachi.

After Miura's voice fell, Ah Ding was taken aback.

Then he looked around, confirming that Miura was speaking to him, and smiled awkwardly and politely.

"Thank you for the compliment." Ah Ding first thanked Miura for the compliment she had just given. "My name is Majima Machi."

"Tachi! What a good name for a beauty like you! Do you have time now? There happens to be a tea house owned by our Miuraya nearby! Would you like to have some tea and some snacks together?"

What Miura has done since just now, in one word, is straightforward.

Very straightforwardly introduced himself directly, and then very straightforwardly invited Ah Ding to drink tea together.

He is very straightforward-but Ah Ding is also quite straightforward:

"Sorry." Ah Ding continued to put a polite smile on his face, "Thank you for your invitation, but I still have things to go with my son, so I can't help you."

"My son?" Miura's eyes immediately turned round.

At this time, Ogata stepped calmly and stopped between Miura and Amachi.

"He is his husband below." Ogata said lightly.

Miura's current expression is quite wonderful.

He first looked at Amachi with regret and unwillingness, and then glared at Ogata with jealously.

After watching Ogata and Amachi back and forth for a long time with eyes containing complex emotions, Miura said quietly:

"Then... please forgive me for interrupting..."

After that, Miura turned and left with the rest of the people around.

Not long after Miura and the others left, Azhu immediately pouted: "Why do you only invite Ms. Acho and not me..."

"What?" Ah Ding said jokingly at this time, "Do you really want to go out for tea with a stranger?"

"I don't want to have tea with a stranger. It's just that you are standing with you, Ms. Ading, but you are the only one who was invited. It gives me a weird sense of frustration..." Ah Zhu raised his hand and rubbed his hand hard. A childish face, "Speaking of which-the man's dress just now is really exaggerated... The fabrics are so expensive at first sight... And the people in Osaka are really enthusiastic... It's the first time I've been with you for so long. Someone took the initiative to talk to Miss Ading."

After all, the Edo period was still an ancient society, and the relationship between men and women was not too open. This kind of conversation is very rare in this era.

Ah Ding nodded: "Well, yes. As expected, the people in Osaka are very active and enthusiastic. Okay, don't worry about the person just now, let's go."

Neither Ogata nor Amachi had taken the incident of "talking up" to their heart.

Someone had the courage to strike up a conversation with Amachi-Ogata didn't think this was such a surprising thing.

After all, Ogata also knows how his wife's looks and figure are. If there have been no men to strike up a conversation, he would doubt whether the aesthetics of other men in this era is wrong.

Both Ogata and Amachi only regarded the incident of strike-up just now as an ordinary episode in their daily lives.

But as the other party involved in this incident, he never forgets...

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"It's a pity. Miura." Kitahara jokingly said, "I took the courage to invite that woman, but the other party turned out to be a married woman."

"The good radishes are eaten by the donkey..." Miura's face was covered with a lot of black lines at this time, "Such a good woman, she is already married... It's nothing more than marrying a man, and the one who marries is still a juggling. , A poor ghost who sells tooth powder for a living..."

"Even I am not worthy of that woman... that woman really wouldn't find a man..."

"Forget it, Miura." Kitahara patted Miura's shoulder at this time, comforting, "I listen to that woman's accent, that woman is also from another city."

"That woman speaks Omi, she is probably just a bumpy hillbilly from Omi."

"She probably didn't know what'Miuraya' meant in Osaka, so she refused your invitation."

"If you let her know how large the family business you are going to inherit in the future, maybe she will immediately feel extremely annoyed about her rejection of your invitation, and then beg you, beg you to accept her as a concubine, and then Kick her original poor husband aside."

Kitahara just talked a lot of good words at will just to comfort Miura.

But Miura seemed quite useful.

The black line on his face slowly dissipated, and his face was full of depression, but now he is gradually smiling.

"That's right!" Miura nodded solemnly, "Rejecting my invitation, it is the loss of that woman!"

"You can think so! Okay, don't worry about that woman." Kitahara patted Miura on the shoulder again, "Hurry up and drink at the bar in the old place."

"Ah, by the way, Kitahara-kun." Miura patted his forehead as if thinking of something at this time, "I will have a banquet with some friends in Shinmachi tomorrow night."

"Do you want to come together?"

Speaking of which, Miura lowered the volume and put on a mysterious appearance.

"Tomorrow's banquet will be very grand, but I have spent a lot of money to invite the artist who is in the limelight recently-Chuguang."

"Chuguang?" Beiyuan was taken aback, "You actually invited her?"

"How? Are you coming?"

"No." Kitahara shook his head with a wry smile without any hesitation, "If it's other places, it's fine, Shinmachi..."

"You know, Miss Isshih hates the kind of men who often haunt those places."

"In order to maintain my image, before I marry Miss Isshiki, I will never step into Shinmachi again."

"It's just going to the banquet, not going to play with women." Miura shrugged, "Forget it, don't go if you don't."

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