Chronicles of The Hardships of Komachi in The Sengoku Era

Hualing (Kaiji) is a well-known neighbor of Shizuko Mansion because he is the owner of Kui Wei's (Kaiji) appearance.

If it's all over the city, it can still look like a goer or a mountain ambush, but if it comes across in the mountains, it can only look like a heavenly dog or a monster.

The other day, as the Hualing travelers were also driving through the mountains at night, they found the burning lights. Sometimes it was the arrowhead I was going to get for a meal, and I approached to get a boat and a fire on the crossing.

The thinly soiled men, who had eventually surrounded the fire and were in the car seat, fled screaming to see or deny the Hualing pedestrians floating in the light of the fire in the darkness.

In the place where the difficult silence to describe had descended, only the Hualing Goer and the boy were rolled with his arms restrained behind his back and the ape (sawdust) chewed.

The boy was stunned when he opened his eyes to the point where they dropped zero, but after a while he was desperate, his body was stretched (frightened) to meditate (twitch) on his tight eyes.

It was impossible for the boy to be desperate and ready to die. Whatever it is, the head of the deer that bleeds out of his neck hangs when he takes on the shoulder a young deer that he had planted before dusk and discards because his guts are fragile, but if he walks, he will drain blood.

The smell of blood drifting densely even from a remote position and the beast smell of deer fur wet in the blood reminded me of a large carnivore. The imminent death itself, the Hualing Gopher, sat still before the burning.

As the boy stiffened himself, he was grabbed mostly by the waist and attracted with tremendous force. The boy was ready for the fangs of the beast to stand on his body, but never the moment would come.

On the contrary, he realized that the wilderness and apes that had restrained him had disappeared and that he had been able to regain his freedom, due to what sorcery.

"Oh... did I save you...?

The boy looked around to make sure he was safe, and finally his eyes turned to the fire. Opposite the burning fire, there was a Hualing traveler with a full smile.

I just want to compliment the boy who didn't raise his voice and didn't escape, but the truth is his legs couldn't even get up shaking.

The boy stared at the Hualing Goer, who kept grinning in silence. It's a tough look, but there's a strange affection when you're smiling, and here's the first time a boy realizes that his opponent is something of a human form.

Are you the god of the mountains?

The boy spoke to the Phantom face to face with a trembling voice.

"Ha ha. Awkward monks are not such a big deal. I am a monk on a journey to rent a spark. Looks like it was tricky, but doesn't it matter?

I had difficulty believing that the presence in front of me was the same person as myself, but the boy's tension was relieved slightly by the tattered appearance and calm tone of the Hualing goers.

"I'm sorry you saved my life. It's a good thing."

"Awkward monks have done nothing. Give me the face."

As the Hualing Goer put it, he hasn't actually done anything. That the opponent just escaped on his own. It was only one hassle to untie the boy.

"A certain... I can't name my family anymore. My name is Shichisuke, please know."

"Hmm, what a translation. Awkward monks are called Hualing, and by those close to them, they are called Hualing travelers."

Though it was obvious that it was only for a moment, the Hualing goer and the boy continued the conversation without asking about it.

The story of a Hualing traveler crossing a country in one of them was interesting, and the boy laughed off with his belly at the rugged behavior that was the opposite of talking that made him feel sure of his intelligence.

Looking up at the sky as it rolled onto the cold ground, I saw a pale moon between the tree crowns. Natsuke laughed so far, looking back at her memory as to when the hell it would be the first time.

And I floated the tannic surface for a moment, but when I loosened my eyebrows, I began to speak out of my body.

"We met here on some fringe, too. I can't compare you to any of the stories of the Hualing Gophers, but can you listen to something about yourself?

"I once put myself at the Buddha Gate, and I have no denying listening to the lost people. Don't worry, they'll talk."

Thus told from the mouth of Seven Sukes was a common story in the world of the warring nations.

As can be seen from the presence of seven in the name, the brothers of Qiusuke, many of whom were children, were to take advantage of the sudden death of their father to fight over the traces of bone meat.

Though there was a curvature, Qijie was defeated in contention, and was let go by those who supported him, making him a wanderer who pursued the national license.

Since it is a house where there is enough fighting over the tracks, Qijie, who has never traveled before, immediately ran out of road banking to live without eating or eating.

I was so hungry that I was insanely hungry, but I couldn't get in my way and let myself fall into the thief. I thought it would be easier if I died.

"As I walked through the mountains, the bandits of the previous (Sachi) bowled with the others, and this was all I was about to be sold to buy people after being stripped of my body, including a katana that I had not sold"

"I see you've had a hard time. But it's not calm wanting to die."

"A certain life was for your home. But you refused to need it, and you still managed to pick it up raw, but you were exhausted by your helplessness away from home and tired of living."

"Hmm, if so, Lord Nanasuke. Wouldn't an awkward monk like to treat you to one meal? You're hungry, so you're worried about boring things."

"Behold, no matter how many benefactors, don't listen to anything boring."

"Isn't that exactly it? It is easy to be fierce because you are hungry. I won't keep you waiting, so be patient."

And the wrath of Qijie, which was consumed in a fierce manner, was shed by the goers of Hualing with the wind, and when they removed the great iron pan from the sac that was carrying them, they set it on fire.

Qiusuke was in love with Hualing pedestrians because he forgot his anger at their good hands. Hualing goers skillfully use the stone and wood pieces that are rolling around the area to instantly assemble the impromptu pieces.

Waiting for the smoke to rise from the burnt pot skin, Hualing Gogoers remove the white fat wrapped in oil paper from their nostalgia and drop it into the pot.

When the white fat was heated to become a clear oil, a sweet, fragrant smell began to drift around.

When Qiusuke accidentally rang his throat, the Hualing pedestrian cracked the onigurumi he would have picked up with his bare hands and took out the contents, and began to fry them with the cradle, which he would have collected as well.

Where the scent of walnuts had moved into the oil, the deer backmeat was cut into large bites and thrown into the pan one after the other. When the roasting aroma of meat rose, Natsuke felt like she wanted to run out.

In addition, Hualing goers poured water when they also threw in thistles, egg tags, dried pedestrian garlic, etc., and threw about a grab of the yellow powder into the pan from a container that looked important when they looked at Nanasuke and laughed at him with a nigga.

Qijie will never forget the changes that took place at that time. To put it badly, the dob-like juice with mountain vegetable acne and other floats turned into a gorgeous, heartwarming stew that I don't think belongs in the world.

Nanasuke's body, which was going to die, honestly reacted to the fragrance like a lump of life. In other words, it rang loudly.

"Look, will your body be honest? Even if you want to die with your head in front of something that looks delicious, it's people who scream about wanting to live."

"Damn! But one has never smelled hungry before. What the hell kind of food is that?

"Heh heh. This is the scent of endless geranium, the supreme delicacy that I received as the name of the Awkward Monk, and I call it" Kakei "."

"Beautiful..."

The throat of the rice balls and the septune squeaks. Where the fire had boiled thoroughly, Hualing pedestrians poured plenty of curry juice into the wood and let Qishu hold it.

"Originally it was superb to hang on cooked rice, so it was juiced because of the mountains. Come on, they'll eat you up. This is' pretty '! This is what life means!

Natsuke had hardly heard the words of the Hualing Goers. When you inhale the aroma rising from the juice all over your chest, your brain marrow becomes paralyzed. I scratched it as if I were going to pour my mouth directly into the wooden chopsticks just because I wasted no time grabbing the ingredients with them.

Qixiu's pupils open, not exaggerated, and sweat erupts from pores all over his body. Taste and spiciness exploded in the tongue, and constant pleasure continued to run on the brain.

When he flattens his sigh with a boyish and flourishing appetite, he silently offers it to the Hualing Goer. The Hualing traveler smiled and watched how it was, filling it with contents and returning it to him.

From there, they exclaimed delightfully in their mouths, and were intoxicated by the charming dishes and praised each other for their splendour.

"Buuuuu... but I'm not going in anymore..."

Qiusuke was lying on his back exposed to swollen bellies like cod. When the Hualing goer stripped the bottom of the pan to the last drop and ate it, he lay down his whole body just like Nanasuke.

"Well, Lord Nanasuke. Do they still want to die?

"Kufu... don't be called mean. You can't possibly want to die after this experience. I see, it was utterly unthinkable to think about not going down because I was hungry."

"Would it? The Awkward Monk wants to eat this, but he serves for it, and he only wants the powder to return the favor to the Lord."

"The world is filled with such wonderful things. You're trying to be honest with someone who sees the world on his own, resents the state of affairs, and is jealous of the world if it doesn't."

"Lord Natsuke, if you don't have someone to go to, why don't you serve the Lord of Awkward Monks? Aside from what, we can eat the rice hungry, and we can taste wonderful dishes like beauty, right?

"It's a corner, so let's just say it's sweet for you. I'm just happy to live for a good meal."

"I see. Then tonight we'll sleep with the mountains on our pillows looking at the moon. In the morning, let's go down the mountain to my Lord."

With that said, the Hualing goer starts to take a nap and closes his eyes as he strokes his swollen belly as well as Nanasuke, who was watching beside him with a bitter smile about the condition.

A presence called the Lord by a ruinous but fascinating Hualing traveler. Seven assistants fell asleep, paranoid of a master he had yet to see.