My weird life

Watching those men with 'getsudai' hair go away with their teeth and claws open,

Su Wu subconsciously touched the top of his head.

I touched the hair on the top of my head,

And a stick-shaped bun that goes straight up.

He breathed a sigh of relief inside.

Along the muddy streets, some small shop windows were open, and the hanging window panels became temporary tables. Some of them wore stick-shaped buns like him. Compared with the ancient Chinese, the hairstyle looked nondescript and oriental. The islander was standing in front of the table, holding a wooden bowl and eating something with big mouthfuls.

Small traders try their best to hide under the eaves of those big houses,

A piece of black cloth was spread out, and some dried fish, seafood and other goods were placed on it.

The vendor looked at the passers-by with sad eyes. Since it had just rained coldly, people had no intention of staying in the market, so naturally they had no intention of paying attention to the goods he brought.

"Abu!"

At this time, a childish young man's call came from behind Su Wu.

He turned around and saw a young man with a headscarf wrapped around his head and a coarse cloth on his back that was mostly soaked by the rain. He had his hands in his sleeves and his feet in straw sandals were trampling in the mud as he ran towards him. Come.

"Let's go, Abu!"

"Today is your ink day. If you are late, you will be punished by the craftsman!"

Ink day?

Master craftsman?

Thoughts flashed through Su Wu's mind and she looked at the running boy.

The young man was short and stooped, with a disheveled face. The 'Dongliu Island Swordsmith' that Su Wu's consciousness was shaping at the moment was much taller than the young man in front of him.

He glanced at the crowds on the street,

Once again, I found that most of these people were short in height.

Compared to them, his height can be said to 'stand out from the crowd'.

Su Wu didn't say anything more and followed the young man towards a row of houses made of rubble at the edge of the market.

This young man is quite talkative.

Walking and chattering all the way,

It did provide Su Wu with a lot of useful information.

"Miss Haruko is going to attend the "Joint Festival" at Soseki Shrine today. The master asked us to go to Soseki Shrine to wait for her after we finish working at Yasutuna Sword Foundry today, and go home with Miss Haruko!"

"Abu, has your father's illness gotten better? Uncle Axiong's knife-making talent has even been praised by Master An Gang!

If he hadn't suffered from this strange disease, he might have been able to forge a famous sword like the 'Onikiri' held by Tsuna Watanabe in the future, right?

In the legend, Onikiri cut off the arm of Rashomon no Sui! "

"Don't be discouraged, Abu.

Even Uncle Xiong has such a talent. As his son, you must have inherited such a talent.

Waiting for you to one day forge a famous sword comparable to "Onikiri\

,"Master Inoue will definitely allow you to go out on your own, and you can pursue your dream of becoming a samurai! "

Dream of becoming a samurai?

Su Wu touched the top of his head.

Those people with shaved 'Tsukiyo' heads and swords on their backs must be the current samurai, right?

What era are we in now?

I’ve heard of ‘Onikiri’ in some games,

Who is its owner ‘Watanabe Tsuna’?

Are you alive or dead now?

‘Rashomon no Sui’, this name doesn’t sound like a name that an ordinary little scheming could have – can a knife cut off the arm of this sly sly?

Su Wu's eyes brightened slightly.

so,

Entering this past life yourself,

The ultimate goal is to forge a weapon that can cut through evil spirits? !

Also, the identity of the current owner of the relic does not seem to be a 'free person'.

There are masters and ladies who need to be served, and they should be servants of a certain family.

However, as a domestic servant, being allowed to learn skills outside also shows that the owner of the family values ​​him.

Following his companion ‘Damu’, Su Wu walked into the row of stone walls.

inside the wall,

There are also several stone houses,

The sound of clanking and the strong smell of charcoal fire wafted out from the houses.

‘Damu’ and Su Wu walked into the big house in the middle together.

The identity that Su Wu was replacing at the moment, as well as 'Damu', did not have a specific surname.

Their names were chosen casually by their parents and became labels for their lives.

In the big house, there are several charcoal stoves.

Some hammers, iron ore, shovels, and pliers used for blacksmithing were scattered around several charcoal stoves. Young people about the same age as Su Wu and Damu had gathered here, all with serious expressions and no words.

Damu timidly walked into the room and stood in the back row.

Su Wu looked at the furnishings in the room and stood next to Da Mu.

He is tall and tall. Even if he stands at the back, he can still see the mountains and small mountains at a glance. He can look past the many teenagers with "stick-shaped buns" and see the situation at the front.

A short, stocky middle-aged man stood at the front, with a wooden board stretched in front of him.

This man was shirtless, showing off his strong muscles.

And the tattoos on the flesh with teeth and claws.

Su Wu's eyes paused for a moment on the tattoo on the man's chest - from the 'Prajna Evil Ghost Tattoo' pattern, he felt the strange and strange charm flowing through it, but this middle-aged man was not a magician.

Those charms are also limited to flow in the tattoo pattern, without invading its texture.

The man noticed Su Wu's gaze,

Then he glared at Su Wu fiercely.

Su Wu withdrew her gaze from him and glanced over the heads of all the young men in front of her - giving the impression of a normal human being standing among the crowd of hobbits.

These people are indeed short. According to Su Wu's visual inspection, most of these fifteen or sixteen-year-old young people are about one meter and three meters tall.

The adults at the front may not be much taller,

He was short and had an ugly face.

Especially the teeth, which are uneven, make the face look ugly.

"Abu!"

At this time, the middle-aged man at the front suddenly shouted angrily and called out Su Wu's current name.

Su Wu lowered his eyes and looked at him after hearing this.

The look in his eyes made the middle-aged man even more angry: "Asshole!

Your father entrusted you to me to teach you the art of making swords, and this is how you treat your art? So undisciplined and disrespectful? ! "

undisciplined?

Disrespectful?

The original owner's father entrusted the original owner to this person and asked him to teach him the skills of making swords - then this person should be called a 'teacher' or a 'craftsman' by the original owner?

Is this the ‘Master Craftsman’ that Damu mentioned earlier?

Is he 'An Gang', the owner of 'An Gang Sword Forging Factory'?

Many thoughts passed through Su Wu's mind in an instant.

Su Wu looked calm,

He opened his mouth and replied: "Master Craftsman, you misunderstood."

The middle-aged man was originally looked down upon by him several times, which aroused the anger in his heart. He was about to take the opportunity to teach Su Wu a lesson, but as Su Wu spoke calmly,

But he could no longer say harsh words,

My heart became calmer.

I feel that I am really narrow-minded to be angry with a teenager.

"I hope I just misunderstood you." The 'Master Craftsman' was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand uncomfortably, dismissed the matter, and then said, "You made ten sword embryos in the sword forging place.

Six of them were rated as good!

One handful is the best!

Three is mediocre!

This result has passed, and I will ‘get inked’ for you today!

From now on, you can learn skills such as forging, blade-covering, tempering, and cutting, etc.

In the future, you will also be qualified to use the ‘ghost ore’ to truly forge a sword! "

Under the words of 'Master Craftsman', all the young men also cast envious glances at Su Wu.

Obviously,

With ten pieces of this ‘made knife blank’, 60% are good quality and 10% are top quality, which is a very good result.

There were many young people present,

Only Su Wu achieved this result.

Su Wu nodded.

Damu next to him quickly pulled the corner of his clothes and gestured to him.

"Yes!" Su Wu nodded again and responded.

Seeing him like this, the 'craftsman' looked a little ugly, but in the end he didn't give him any more trouble. He waved him to come closer, and then asked him to take off his shirt.

Su Wu saw a few drops of dried and black blood on the wooden board in front of the 'Master Craftsman'.

There are many deep scratches on the edges,

He somewhat understood what the ritual of ‘entering the ink’ was.

Then he took off his shirt as instructed.

Lying down on the thick wooden board.

The craftsman nodded upon seeing this,

Although I don’t know what’s going on with ‘Abu’ today, he seems ‘dumb’ and can’t ‘read the air’,

But when the other party is doing business, he is still very agile and smart.

No longer in a daze.

He took a deep breath, turned around, moved a wooden box to the small table next to the thick wooden board, opened the wooden box, and inside there was a row of palm-sized eight-treasure gourds with shiny black butter.

Under the row of six black and yellow eight-treasure gourds,

There are several pieces of bamboo about one centimeter wide wrapped with cloth ropes.

Take a closer look,

The front end of the bamboo piece is embedded with iron needles that glow coldly.

Those strips of cloth are used to bind the iron needles to the bamboo pieces.

Su Wu glanced sideways at those gourds and tools, and he completely understood what 'ink' meant.

turn out to be,

‘Inking’ means tattooing or tattooing oneself.

The tattoos on this craftsman’s body now have a subtle charm,

He also said before,

After you ink yourself, you will be qualified to use the ‘ghost ore’.

——Is this also a way to harness the power of Li Wei?

At this time, the ‘craftsman’ picked up a tattoo tool and spoke with feverish eyes: “Ink!

The skills of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

Our Dongliu Island sent countless people to the prosperous Tang Dynasty before we finally learned this skill and independently developed thirty-six sets of ink drawings - these ink drawings are all outlined in the most magical way.

After successfully tattooing on a person,

Can be mixed with human flesh and blood! Spirit! perfect unity,

Give people the power to rival Li Jue! "

Speaking of which,

The craftsman's eyes darkened slightly: "Unfortunately, the ink-making skills of the prosperous Tang Dynasty require more techniques and more complex rituals to be fully presented. Even if we learn the techniques and rituals, we still don't have the strength to present them.

so,

The ‘inking map’ we developed can only be classified as inferior.

The truly powerful "Ink Painting" was still in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Ah - if I can be sent across the ocean, set foot on the land of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and observe the memories of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, even if I die on the spot - I will have no regrets in this life..."