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Swordsman Qiban wins and loses, he changed Japan: Chapter 80 Chapter 79 A man came to buy a knife

"How did you sell this knife?"

"80 taels of gold is a small sentence, no price."

"Are you crazy or am I crazy? You want me 80 taels for this steel mouth?"

"This is made by the famous craftsman Hu Che! When you cut it on a person, it feels like you are going to be sucked into the flesh! You will drink blood when you cut the knife! It doesn't cost you 800 taels! Now there is a promotion, as long as 80 taels, you can steal it!" Have fun!"

"If yours is genuine, then 800 taels is really not much."

Saying this, the young swordsman named Okita Souji raised his head and looked at the blacksmith owner who was rubbing his hands in front of him.

"The question is, is your knife genuine?"

"Yo, expert?"

Looking at the young swordsman in cherry-colored uniform and the familiar sword-holding posture of the other party, the owner of the blacksmith confirmed that the buyer in front of him was not a young lady who knew nothing about swords.

Facing this kind of warrior who is quite familiar with swords, it is a bit unrealistic to ask for a random price.After all, as for whether the sword is good or bad, whether it is in the right hand or not, the opponent can detect it as soon as they get started.And those words of "made by famous craftsmen" to raise the price are even more meaningless at this moment.

For these warriors, a sword is a tool, and it doesn't really matter whether it is made by a famous craftsman, as long as it is easy to use.

"Then... 100 taels can't be less."

The boss of the blacksmith's face showed embarrassment.

"Small business, understand that the knife is imitation, but the craftsmanship is real."

"The steel mouth is too bad, I will think about it for ten taels."

The girl swordsman shook her head.

"But I don't dare to take out the knife I bought at ten taels. When I meet a master, I'm afraid the knife will be broken on the spot... Let's look at other things, what else can you take out here? ?"

"Uh, wait a moment."

The boss of the blacksmith quickly ran into the back hall, and then came out with a luxuriously decorated long knife.

"Forged by a famous craftsman of the Bizen Kingdom, Norizumune, the blade is two feet three inches and five minutes long. Look at the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum pattern. This is a sword used by the royal family... Although I don't know why this national treasure sword I was living outside, but when I saw you today, I understood that this knife must be destined for you as a guest."

"...How much do you think this fate is worth?"

Hearing that the boss of the blacksmith suddenly said so much, Souji Okita suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

You must know that the fake Huche just now could be asked for 800 taels, so now this fake Huche...

"3000 taels, really can't be less."

The boss of the blacksmith looked pained.

"That is to say, this knife is destined to be with you, otherwise I would not bear the pain to part with you."

"..."

Okita Souji was speechless for a long time.

A fake knife sells for 3000 taels, which is already shameless.As usual, Okita Souji would definitely turn around and leave—but this time she couldn't move, just because the profiteer boss was right about one thing at least.

The knife may be fake, but the craftsmanship is genuine.

Although this long sword known as the royal sword is obviously a counterfeit, after touching it, Okita Souji found that it may be the most suitable sword for him-although the thinned blade for the sake of beauty reduces the thickness of the blade Strength, but also reduces the weight of this long knife.And the blade length is two or three points longer than ordinary swords, which is more conducive to her stabbing.

Of course, the most important thing is that the "back" of this knife, that is, the arc is not large, and it looks very straight.

This is obviously the counterfeit knife maker's understanding of "one character", so he forged the knife into a straight line like the "one" in Chinese characters.If it was used for slashing, this knife might not have the smooth cutting feel of those scimitars, but if it was used for stabbing... this knife can perfectly release all the power of piercing!

"Even if it's not a fake knife, this knife is really worth 800 taels."

Okita Souji immediately made a judgment, which is the intuition of a warrior.

But after thinking about her empty wallet, the girl swordsman couldn't help clenching her fists secretly.

Of course, it's not that she doesn't have any money at all, and she can still receive a salary for her work in the Shinsengumi—but her little deposit is still far from the large amount of 800 taels.

You must know that although the price of goods is soaring nowadays, you can almost buy more than one stone of rice for three taels of gold, and this is rice. If it is replaced by coarse grains such as taro that ordinary people eat, there will be more.

As for 800 taels...

The girl swordsman was a little afraid to think about it.

In the final analysis, in this land of samurai rampant, a top quality knife is already a luxury among luxury goods.The premium attached to the sword has already far exceeded the value of the sword itself.

This is also the reason why the girl swordsman would choose to come to the forge to look at these fakes instead of directly ordering a famous sword from a famous craftsman.

Just because of those precious famous knives, she couldn't even afford them.

"..."

At this moment, the girl swordsman almost gave up on the spot, but after glancing at the long knife in front of her, she still couldn't move - just because this knife was so suitable for her, it could almost be said It was tailor-made for her martial arts, just like the blacksmith boss said, this knife may really be destined for her.

"that……"

Taking a deep breath, the girl swordsman subconsciously touched the cloth bag behind her.

At this moment, she was ready to reveal her identity as the captain of the first team of the Xinsengumi, and she only hoped that the other party would see the face of the Xinsengumi and give herself a discount.

But at this moment, another hand patted the counter.

"Boss, is my order ready?"

"Yo! Grandpa, you are here!"

The owner of the blacksmith's face changed immediately, and Mr. Okita was dumbfounded by that obsequious look.

The girl swordsman swears that when she was dealing with this blacksmith, the other party has never shown such an expression, why this time...

"……what."

Turning around to look, the girl swordsman already understood.

It was just because the foreigner who had defeated her was leading ten musketeers to crowd the entrance of the whole blacksmith house.

"Yo! Good morning."

As if aware of her sight, the stranger named Dubin also greeted with a smile.

"Are you coming to buy something too?"

"..."

Okita Souji didn't want to answer at all, she just felt that today was a bit unlucky.

She came here to buy fake products and was smashed by someone, and it happened to be seen by this opponent who had defeated her before. The current situation was extremely embarrassing, and at this moment she just wanted to turn around and run away.

Fortunately, this stranger has no intention of answering her side for the time being.

"Hurry up, bring all the things I ordered before, I can't wait."

"Come here, come here."

The boss of the blacksmith hurriedly greeted the fellows working in the back hall, and several large boxes were lifted out after a while. Just looking at the heavy weight, one knew that this thing was definitely not light.

Souji Okita suddenly became a little curious, what kind of weapon would it be worth the effort of that stranger to order?

At this moment, the girl swordsman suddenly didn't want to leave.

After all, if she could see what those weapons looked like, she might be able to reversely decipher the offensive and defensive methods of this foreign warrior!

"Bangdang-"

After a box was opened, the girl swordsman frowned.

Just because the box was not the long knife she had expected, but ten weird, short swords.

"This... is for those soldiers?"

The girl swordsman couldn't help thinking.

"Is it used for close guard after running out of bullets? But isn't it too short?"

At this moment, the girl swordsman even imagined that scene, several soldiers fired up their bullets, and faced the warriors who came up by surprise, they drew out their daggers one after another... But this kind of thing is meaningless, holding this A short sword with little attack range would be killed by a long knife in an instant.

But when the girl swordsman looked puzzled, she heard the foreign warrior shout.

"Try it all!"

Picking up the daggers from the box, the stranger distributed the daggers to the soldiers carrying rifles.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers stuck their daggers under the muzzles of their rifles.

"In this way, if you don't have time to reload after firing seven rounds, you can also stab at close quarters."

The foreign martial artist introduced it like this.

"You haven't put down the short gun training, have you?"

"As expected of an instructor!"

The ten soldiers looked at the short-bladed rifle in their hands and nodded in agreement.

The bright short blade shone with a cold light, which made Souji Okita unable to open his eyes.

The short sword became shorter and the attack distance was too long. In her mind at this moment, those tyrannical fighters who flew forward were even pierced by several rifles with short blades on the spot.

This is the idea of ​​the stranger, and it is also the real purpose of those short blades.

Therefore, in this brief competition that only existed between consciousnesses, she lost even her imagination and judgment to the foreign warrior in front of her.

"what……"

Although she had already lost once, at this moment, the girl swordsman couldn't help but sigh.

But it was precisely because of this sigh that the foreign warrior's attention was attracted.

"By the way, are you here to buy things too? Are you going to pick something?"

"I……"

Okita Souji immediately clenched his fists again.

She became tense, her breathing was a little difficult, and she even wanted to cough a little, but she was unwilling to expose her weakness in front of this stranger.

"...I'm here to buy a knife."

Seeing that the owner of the blacksmith was still by her side, she still couldn't say "I'm just here for patrol" after all.