I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

　　 This "person" is now naked, and a maid sits on her knees beside the "person" and wipes the "person"'s body.

　　 To be honest-Ogata didn't know what words to use to refer to this terrible creature in front of him.

　　 If the creature in front of you is an object, but its chest is still undulating rhythmically, it proves that it is alive, not a dead thing without life.

　　 But if you say it is a person... it's really... not like a person...

　　 No hands.

　　No feet.

　　The dense scars occupy the entire cheek, making it difficult to see the original appearance of this face.

　　 But Ogata reluctantly judged from the tough skin on her body that this "person" should be young, probably in her 20s.

　　 There are no eyeballs, two eyes with black holes, and nothing.

　　 She seemed to perceive that someone was looking at her, so she slowly turned her head and pointed her eye socket with no eyeballs at Ogata.

　　 his mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something.

　　 However-her mouth kept opening and closing, but Ogata couldn't hear half a word in her mouth.

　　 Through her opened mouth, Ogata saw that there was nothing in her mouth.

　　 has no teeth and no tongue.

"Well……!"

　　 Ogata can no longer resist the intense nausea that is constantly rising from his stomach.

　　 raised his hand to cover his mouth, and then hurriedly escaped from the room as if running away.

　　 After escaping from this room, Ogata directly supported the wall closest to him and began to vomit frantically.

　　 Kuranaga and Tobiru also quietly followed Ogata and left the room.

When 　　 Kuragara left the room, he did not forget to remind the maids in the room who were in charge of taking care of these poor women, and let them continue to work hard.

　　 When Tobihara closed the paper sliding door of this room again, Kuranaga walked slowly to Ogata's side, patted Ogata's back lightly, so that Ogata, who was vomiting, could feel better.

　　 "My old man...sorry..."

　　 After spitting out all the things that can be vomited in his stomach, Ogata wiped his mouth while apologizing to Kurunaga beside him.

　　 "I stained your floor..."

　　 "It's okay." Kuranaga said softly, "The floor is dirty, so let the people clean it later."

　　 "...The old man, the people covered by the quilt...are all...the poor women who were mutilated by him?"

　　 Kuranaga nodded.

　　 After being silent for a while, Kuranaga lightly sighed.

　　 "As for how to take care of these poor girls... I have always felt very embarrassed..."

　　 "I don't know if I want to continue to entrust the maids to take care of them like I do now."

　　 "Or...send them directly on the road, so that they can get free soon..."

　　 "These poor women had 23 people at first."

　　 "But now... only the 18 people in the room are left."

　　 "After being adopted by me, the other five people committed suicide in the same way."

　　 "The same...method" Ogata wondered.

　　 "I deliberately choked when drinking water and choked myself to death."

　　 "They have no hands or feet, and no tongue or teeth."

　　 "The eyeballs are gouged out, the ears are deaf."

　　 "They can't move, can't tell outsiders what they are thinking and thinking. The only suicide method they can use is to choke themselves to death when drinking water..."

　　 "I always felt...If these surviving girls can talk, they should beg me to kill them quickly so that they can get free soon..."

　　 Speaking of this, Kurunaga raised his head, closed his eyes, and sighed.

　　 "What the **** should I...what should I do..."

　　……

　　……

　　 Hirose Clan, Sakihara Sword Museum——

　　 At this time, the Sakihara Sword Museum has lost the cheerful atmosphere it had before.

　　 In the air, there is a breath of tension, panic, etc.

　　 All the disciples of Sakura Sword Hall were kneeling respectfully on the side of the dojo at this time.

　　 On the other side of the dojo-that is, across from them, a large crowd of people sitting on their knees.

　　 These people are without exception-their faces are stern, with sabers stuck in their waists.

　　 A pale youth, sitting casually in front of these cold-faced people.

　　 This pale youth, carelessly picking at the dust in his nails, seems to be waiting for something.

　　 At this moment-an old figure leaped into the dojo from outside.

　　 This old figure is exactly the owner of Sakura Sword Museum-Sakura Hanbei.

　　 Hanbei, holding a cup of hot tea that was still steaming, walked towards the pale youth.

　　 "Master, please use tea."

　　 This pale youth is the lord of their Hirose clan—Matsuhira Genouchi.

　　 Probably just before the incense, Matsuhira Genai suddenly led a large number of people into the Sakura Sword Museum.

　　 After seeing the masters and apprentices of Sakihara Kenkan headed by Hanbei, Matsudaira Genuchi directly said to Hanbei and others without any greetings and politely: I want to drink tea, go and prepare it for me.

　　 For the sudden arrival of Genai Matsudaira, Hanbei and others naturally did not dare to neglect.

　　 quickly moved away the tables filled with food and drinks~www.wuxiahere.com~ to make room for people in the Matsudaira courtyard to sit.

　　 And Hanbei immediately rushed to the inner room of the sword hall to prepare the best tea in their sword hall for Matsudaira Gennai.

　　Usually, Hanbei occasionally invites disciples who are practicing swordsmanship to drink tea, so some tea leaves and various tools for making tea are stored inside the sword hall.

　　 After preparing the tea as fast as he could, the half guard hurriedly brought it out for Matsuhira Gennai to enjoy.

　　 Looking at the cup of tea brought out by Hanbei, Genai Matsudaira said in a calm tone that is neither salty nor indifferent:

　　 "I thought I could have tea immediately after I came to this broken sword hall, but it took me a long time-I still need to wait."

　　 The word "Posword Hall" sounded exceptionally harsh to Hanbei.

　　 But Hanbei still resisted the discomfort in his heart, putting a pleasing smile on his face.

　　Matsuhira Genuchi's remark just now made Hanbei feel uncomfortable, but also made Hanbei panic.

　　 I don't know what Matsuhira Genuchi said just now.

　　 Is it displeased with his slow hands and feet?

　　 Still saying that there is no other meaning?

　　 Just when Hanbei was uneasy for what Matsudaira Genai said just now, Matsudaira Gennai picked up the tea in Hanbei's hand, and then handed it to a small surname next to him.

　　 The little surname immediately respectfully accepted the tea that Genai Matsudaira handed over, and took a sip.

　　 took a sip, waited for a while, and confirmed that the cup of tea was not poisonous, the little surname said in Songping Yuannai respectfully:

　　 "Master, the tea is non-toxic."

　　 "Yeah." After a soft response, Genai Matsudaira picked up the teacup and started pouring tea into his mouth in small sips.