Life in Another World of Saber Sanada Shinzo

What to do, why did it become like this?

Why is mother here?

what will she dolock me up?

what to do?who's coming...

Who can help me

Mr. Asakura, Mr. Asakura...

i don't want this

"You are really easy to be attracted." The drug seller's cold words pulled Sanada Shinzo out of his mind.

"Huh? What?" The samurai looked up blankly and asked.

"I said, you are really easy to lose your mind." The drug seller narrowed his eyes and calculated one by one. "Last time at Fujiwara House, you always seem to be prone to doing things for no reason."

Sanada Nobuzo opened his mouth, he was indeed prone to distraction, and then did some meaningless things without any reason, like facing a dog barking, facing a wooden door, or facing the eyes of a wizard.But in the dark, he knew that there was a reason for doing so, or in other words, there was an intuitive rather than articulate reason guiding him, and he couldn't help exploring and questioning.

but why?He doesn't know, does this behavior really make sense?He doesn't know either.

"Why? Why did you touch it just now?" The drug seller chased after him.

"I don't know, I don't know why I did this, I just followed a certain intuition."

"Intuition...but why follow your intuition?"

"I don't know." Sanada Shinzo thought for a while, and said again, "Probably because I believe it, I believe my intuition will lead me to something."

"But those things may destroy you." The drug seller let go of his hand.

"But I couldn't leave."

Sanada Shinzo looked at the drug seller, of course he knew that it wasn't human beings, monsters or elves who were making trouble here.And his intuition will eventually lead him to the misty darkness and fall into the endless abyss.His rationality told him to stop and rein in the horse at the edge of the cliff, but the impulse of emotion made him want to take another look at the bottom of the mysterious cliff, bend down a little lower, and then a little lower.Sanada Shinzo understands what will happen if this continues. He will be assimilated by abnormalities, become a heretic, and never return to a normal and ordinary life.

But he couldn't stop himself, and every time he passed by the mysterious one, he was pleasantly surprised and terrified.

Once you look at it, you can never leave.

"I can no longer escape."

As the black-haired samurai said, the sunlight hit his side face, forming scattered shadows.The drug seller looked at these mixed shadows, stared at the eyes of the warrior half covered by the shadows, those black eyes looked at him in the dimness, knowing that there was an endless abyss ahead, but he still regarded death as home.

The drug seller didn't know why he did this, and he had never met a human being who was so paranoid and so lucid.This person does not follow blindly out of ignorance, nor is he driven by evil thoughts to act recklessly, nor does he appeal to faith to obey.

He was just curious, simply wanted to see, was simply attracted by those unknown mysterious tricks, and then fell in love with him hopelessly.Soberly, rationally, hopelessly in love with him.

He is hopeless.The drug seller thought indifferently.No medicine could save him.

Because he cannot heal a sick person who is not sick.

"Then you can stay there." The drug seller turned around, and simply stopped looking at the samurai with his mouth curled up.

Sanada Nobuzo curled up his mouth and smiled at the drug seller, his narrowed eyes were full of joy and satisfaction.The midday sun was just right, and it was so warm on the body. I wanted to make people stay in it all the time, close their eyes, and fall into a drowsy sleep.

But there was a sudden commotion around, and the news of the woman was chattering from the crowd.

"Over there, it seems that someone is arguing."

"What, what's so good about arguing."

"But one is the young master of the Asakura family!"

"Isn't it, that young master? After all..."

"...the woman is entangled with him...the lady in the kimono...I've never seen it before..."

The woman left in a hurry, talking about going to see a good show, and taking other people's tragedies as a rare good show for herself. Although it was an unconscious behavior, it still made people feel that the world was cold.

But Sanada Shinzo was not angry or sad about this, and it was not the first time he realized such a thing.He was worried about another thing, about the last vaguely named kimono lady in the woman's mouth.

He thought of Miss, the lady who came to town with him in a kimono, who hadn't been out much, she was obviously a stranger in the eyes of the town residents.Strange to say, although he knew it was probably just a coincidence, Sanada Shinzo felt that the woman in the kimono must be Miss.

The samurai moved his lips, and stared complicatedly at the place where the woman had gone.

"Is it someone you know?" The drug seller saw some clues and asked aloud.

"I don't know, but I think it probably is."

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

Sanada Nobuzo was silent for a while, rationally advising himself that the matter would not be such a coincidence, and it was not a good idea to rush over, but he finally nodded and walked in the direction where the woman left just now with worry.

It turns out his hunch was correct.

Those who were watching were indeed the young lady, or more precisely, the young lady and a man, as well as the lady who appeared here for some reason.

The man looked like he was in his 20s, wearing a high-end handmade suit, tailored to make him tall and straight, with a well-bred smile on his handsome face, and he calmly bowed his head and talked to his wife.

But the madam's attitude was not friendly. Although she had to raise her head slightly due to her height, the woman in the old-fashioned kimono still had a stern face, a somewhat mean and tough manner, and her back was stiff, just like her attitude, alienated And stereotyped.

They seem to have had some disputes. Although neither side has any excited words or actions, it can be understood from their indifferent words that they are not familiar people, nor are they strangers. If I really want to describe it, it is probably like I have to pretend to be false and dismissive of the other party.

"Is it someone you know?" the drug seller asked the samurai who was standing motionless.

Sanada Shinzo nodded.The man is probably the King of Faith that the young lady wants to meet today. In such a situation, I am afraid that the madam bumped into their private meeting, or the madam did it on purpose, resulting in the current tit-for-tat situation.

Sanada Nobuzo sighed, feeling sorry for the misfortune of the young lady.The still immature girl is now half-hiding behind the man with her head lowered, her fingers tightly clutching the man's handkerchief, and a slight trembling body can be found upon closer inspection.

Is the lady crying?Sanada Shinzo couldn't help guessing.

The samurai stretched out his hand blankly, and wanted to go, what did he want to do?Sanada Shinzo suddenly looked at the wrist held by the drug seller in confusion, and the cool body temperature of the other party penetrated into his blood through his pulse.

"Is it really okay to go directly like this? This is someone else's family business." The cool words of the drug seller sounded in my ears.

Sanada Nobuzo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head randomly.

"Anyway, I asked Miss to bring me to the town, no matter what, I will..."

"You can't escape anyway, can you?" The drug seller interrupted the unfinished sentence loudly and forcefully.

Sanada Nobuzo choked.He suddenly remembered what happened in these short days, from his visit to Fujiwara's house, staying overnight, the inexplicably fierce and terrifying dog barking, the dead trees growing in the old house, the gloomy and old-fashioned wife, the energetic young lady, and the mysterious letter. Jun, and the elusive drug seller.

In a vague way, he realized that it seemed that all the relevant people had been gathered together, and the drama that had been well arranged had finally begun.

"You know it too, everyone is here." The samurai's voice was a little dry.

"Yes. We're all here." The drug seller looked at him, his blue eyes filled with mottled traces like thousands of years of ice and snow.

Sanada Shinzo nodded at him with a complicated expression, randomly waved away the cold hand on his wrist, and walked towards the predetermined stage that was unknown to him.

"Ma'am, madam." The samurai greeted those caught in an indifferent dispute.

The madam's harsh words were interrupted, and then she reluctantly put away her harsh attitude, and put on a peaceful and thoughtful face to greet the samurai staying overnight.

"Mr. Sanada, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I heard that something happened here, so I came here to have a look."

"It's really rude, I made you laugh." Madam bowed slightly apologetically.

"No, where." Sanada Shinzo said, and then shifted his gaze to the guarded man in front of the lady.

"I don't know who this gentleman is?" He shifted his gaze to the young lady and asked aloud.

"This is Mr. Asakura." The lady introduced in a low voice, looked up at Sanada Shinzo, and then lowered her head again in shock from her mother's solemn eyes.

"Yuichi Asakura, I followed my father to do some small business. I'm with Ms. Abai...it's like a pen pal." Asakura shielded the lady from behind, and looked at Sanada Shinzo with a bit of hostility.But it attracted Mrs. Fujiwara's contemptuous cold snort.

Sanada Shinzo was also very helpless about this, so he had to bite the bullet and introduce himself.

"Sanada Shinzo, for some reason, temporarily staying at the Fujiwara mansion." The samurai deliberately emphasized the word "temporary", showing that he was not hostile, but a stranger who would leave one day.

Asakura Yu looked around and saw that there was no falsehood in the boy's eyes, so he put down his guard.

But the awkward confrontation in the air still hasn't resolved.

More and more people noticed the strangeness here, the women gathered together in twos and threes, using inferior methods to cover up their peeping and talking.

Sanada Shinzo didn't like this.

Or rather, no one likes it.

"If you have anything to do, why don't you sit down and talk? It's rude to stand like this." Sanada Nobuzo suggested to his wife.

Madam raised her chin and nodded reservedly.

"I know a tea house, the owner's craftsmanship is not bad, and it is not rude to entertain Mr. Asakura."

"Everything is up to Madam." Yuichi Asakura replied with a smile.

The author has something to say: update √

Hurry up and finish it qwq has recently been dancing with swords and swords... I want to see Sanada and Buzhan...

Ah, I still love the possessiveness of holding a vicious demon

Can't help but think (bushi