Life in Tokyo starting as a child star

"This is today's Chihara Yukizo, please enjoy."

Put the warm sake bottle in front of Kita Sumire.

Chihara Yukihime, dressed in a white kimono, sat down straight.

Looking at the handsome face of the young man in front of her.

Her mind was a little dazed.

The day she met Kita Sumire was a rainy night.

A daimyo in a certain place was defeated.

His soldiers were scattered.

Some of them came to her home.

It rained heavily that night.

During the period, there was white-hot lightning.

The lightning illuminated the bodies of her parents.

The smell of blood filled the entire Chihara family's brewery.

The lightning also illuminated the ugly, lustful mouths of the soldiers.

Facing the approaching men wearing ashigaru cloth armor and covered in dust.

Chihara Yukihime was desperate.

However.

When the lightning flashed.

The sword light also lit up.

The next second——

Everything was over.

The men covered their throats in disbelief.

Blood gushed out from their palms.

At the same time, there was a handsome young man with blood on his face.

He swung his long sword.

The blood on it splashed on the ground.

Click——

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the long sword being sheathed.

The men's bodies, which were still struggling, stopped as if frozen.

Then blood gushed out of their bodies and they fell backwards.

"Your parents are dead."

The handsome young man glanced at the tragic scene in the brewery.

"What a coincidence, my parents are dead too."

His voice was calm, without any emotion.

This was the first time Chihara Yukihime and Kita Sumire met.

She still remembered.

The man's completely inhumane behavior at that time.

He directly ignored her tears and asked her to prepare food and bath water for him.

At that time, she felt sad and angry about it.

However, when she saw the scars and wounds all over his body,

All the accusations were stuck in her throat again.

The other party had undoubtedly overcome countless tragedies and witnessed countless more sorrows than her to be able to stand here.

What happened after that day.

She didn't remember it very clearly.

She only remembered.

The next day, Bei Chengshi silently helped her dig a grave and buried her parents in it.

That day

She cried loudly.

She was cold all over.

Only Bei Chengshi gently held her palm.

It brought a little warmth and comfort to her who was at a loss.

After that, she inherited her own Chihara Brewery and specialized in brewing wine.

Although many people in Kyoto questioned her brewing skills as a woman during this period, they believed that she, who lived in a small mountain valley outside Kyoto, could not brew perfect wine at all.

But these doubts and criticisms.

All disappeared in the high-quality sake she provided later.

Until today -

Thinking of this, she raised her palm that was supporting her face.

She also looked at Bei Chengshi with a gentle and obedient look.

"Shi-kun."

"Hmm?"

Bei Chengshi put down the wine dish and raised his eyes.

"Tomorrow should be the day you have a duel with Kusano Ittoryu of Kyoto Kendo, right?"

"." Bei Chengshi.

He glanced at her and said calmly:

"Why do you, a woman, care about these things?"

"Because someone will definitely die in a duel, right?"

Chihara Yukihime's eyes suddenly became sad when she looked at him.

Bei Chengshi's fingers paused.

"There is no other way. If you want your sword to be recognized by others and become a real kendo master, you can only make a name for yourself by challenging others."

"Is it really that important to become a kendo master? Is it more important than your own life?"

She shook her head and asked back, unable to understand why Bei Chengshi fought so fiercely.

Because she understood that Bei Chengshi was never the kind of person who was obsessed with false reputation.

"."

Bei Chengshi didn't continue the topic, but raised the red and black carved wine cup in his hand: "Have a drink with me, Xueji."

"You are already drunk, Shijun."

Chihara Xueji stretched out her snow-white palm and gently took the wine cup handed over by the man.

She stroked Bei Chengshi's face and said reluctantly: "It's okay if you are drunk. If you are tired, just rest here, Shijun."

Yes

It's okay if you are drunk.

Rest here.

Sleep past tomorrow's deadline.

The next morning.

Chihara Xueji opened her pure and gentle eyes.

The first thing she did when she got up was to look at the bedding beside her.

The traces of tenderness last night had been cleaned up.

But the person who slept with her had long disappeared.

Gently biting her cherry pink lips.

Chihara Xueji turned her head and looked into the distance.

There was the direction of Kyoto, known as the 'city of peace and stability, Heian-kyo'.

"That stupid man."

She sighed softly.

She slowly got up, put on her snow-white Wufu, and then put on makeup in front of the mirror.

Red lips and beautiful eyes, her delicate face was flushed.

After doing all this.

Xue Ji stood up, her clear eyes looked to the left.

She hid the shiny dagger well.

She put the dagger close to her body.

She brought a cushion and waited in the courtyard.

She was waiting for a message.

Waiting for good news

Or waiting for bad news.

The autumn sun fell in the courtyard.

She looked very beautiful.

This is also the famous Chihara Brewery in Kyoto.

For the first time in the morning, there was no smoke from the brewing.

The Kusano Itto School is mainly known for its roundness and softness.

And it is worthy of being a well-known school.

Every move follows the rules.

It seems that no matter how Kita Sumire strikes, the opponent has a corresponding move to resist.

It is indeed worthy of being a sword school that can stand firm in Kyoto.

It is quite capable.

Another missed attack.

Kita Sumire gripped the long sword, took a step back, and looked at the opponent.

He knew.

Born in the wild, he relied entirely on his own research, so he had a chance only by using surprise moves.

But those surprise moves can only be used once.

If used again, it will not achieve the effect of surprising victory.

And this kind of move is usually accompanied by great risks.

If it fails.

Kita Sumire was silent.

He thought of the Wufu girl jumping in his mind.

What is she doing at this time?

Is he brewing fine wine in his own brewery as usual?

Or did he just wake up from the warmth of last night?

Will she worry about him?

But no matter what.

Bei Chengshi put the knife horizontally and put it back into the scabbard, then took a deep breath, lowered his body, and took a stance.

"Is this... drawing the sword?"

Recognizing the opponent's determination to fight to the death, the expression of the master of Kusano Itto-ryu Dojo became solemn.

He knew.

As long as he could block this knife.

The outcome of this battle should be clear.

In this case -

He took a step forward.

The knife light fell!

He actually chose to take the initiative at this time!

Bei Chengshi did not speak.

He drew his sword forward without hesitation!

Life or death depends on this moment!

That day.

She waited from morning to dusk.

Until the sunset was about to fall.

She withdrew her gaze in despair.

Is it time?

It seems that it is time.

She seemed to have made up her mind, took a deep breath, and reached into her bosom.

The short knife also slipped into her hand.

Chihara Yukihime actually felt a sense of relief.

Just as she was about to pull it out——

"Yukihime."

A calm voice came from behind her.

Chihara Yukihime looked surprised, and her beautiful eyes looked around.

I saw Kita Sumimi's left arm was exposed, with traces of bandage on it.

"I won. I just went to bandage it, so I came back late."

He only said half of the words.

The petite figure of the girl throwing herself into his arms had blocked all his words.

Feeling her slightly trembling shoulders.

Kita Sumimi spoke softly, afraid of hurting her.

"I'm back, Yukihime."

". Yeah."

Yukihime answered vaguely.

Her voice was weaker than the wind outside the house.

But it was clearer than the running water.

Under the setting sun.

He hugged her tightly.

Didn't let go.