Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

"Okay, okay, I know, just go to the side."

After being rescued, Nobita Nobi hugged Hiroshi's thighs and cried, but Hiroshi Nobi pushed Nobita away with a look of disgust.

It is only natural to save his half-son. After all, one day in the future, Nobita Nobi will call him godfather.

It’s good that everyone shouts their own words.

"Doraemon, is there any prop I can use now?"

Hiro Nobi took a step back to avoid the second blow of the mace, but his half-hearted superpowers were not enough to deal with the danger in front of him.

"Where? Where? Where?"

"Got it, the famous sword, Dianguangwan!"

Doraemon fiddled with his four-dimensional treasure bag hurriedly, then took out a lightsaber and threw it to Hong.

As long as you hold the knife tightly, the opponent will automatically fight back when attacking.

"I'm so pissed off, watch out!"

There was a flash of golden light, the mace was bounced back, and the big man looked at Nobi Hiroshi in disbelief.

I didn't expect that I would be beaten by a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet.

His body is as fast as lightning, his movements are swift, and he leaps like flying, just like a fleeting shadow.

Denkomaru controlled Hiroshi Nobi's body, and his nimble steps allowed him to dodge every attack and launch a counterattack.

"knock off."

Nobi Hiroshi jumped up and drew his knife, and the chrysanthemum man's forehead was hit by the handle of the knife. The electric pill has a prop insurance, so it can't kill people.

“Who on earth is this…” As soon as he finished speaking, the man with chrysanthemums saw stars and passed out. The residents through the window gaps looked at the scene in shock.

"Wow! Hong, you were so cool just now."

Fat Tiger and Suneo, who were hiding nearby, came over excitedly. They didn't expect that Nobi Hiroshi had the courage to duel with such a burly man.

"No, no, this is all thanks to Doraemon's gadgets."

Hong smiled.

In fact, he was a little scared just now. A mace weighing dozens of kilograms is not a toy. Fortunately, this knife is powerful enough.

Chapter 20: Accepting a Disciple? Talk to My Knife

After the farce was over, everyone left the town.

Nobi Hiroshi inserted the electric pill into the belt around his waist for emergency use.

You don’t know what kind of robbers and gangsters you may encounter on the road, so it’s better to be careful so as not to be in a panic when danger comes.

"Everyone... I have a favor to ask of you!"

A voice suddenly came from behind them. It was the young man who had just been rescued from Hong, a few years older than them.

"I am Shinmen Musashi."

"Please accept me as your disciple no matter what. In order to become the best swordsman, I want to learn from someone as skilled in martial arts as you."

Shinmen Musashi knelt down in front of Nobi Hiroshi, with a serious expression on his face, not like he was joking.

"Oh, no, no, I can't be your teacher, you should find someone else!"

Nobi Hiroshi was startled, waved his hands in confusion, and gave an awkward smile.

How can I say that my martial arts are so high? Those are all the output of the electric pills. I am just a nobody, how can I teach martial arts to others?

Go around Shinmen Musashi and leave.

Hong walked in front, and Shinmen Musashi followed behind. Hong quickened his pace, and Shinmen Musashi also quickened his pace.

"I say, can you please stop following us and go find a man named Miyamoto Musashi and ask him to accept you as his apprentice?"

"Miyamoto Musashi? I don't know this name. Where is this master from? I'd better follow you, Master."

Shinmen Musashi is like a dog-skin plaster that can't be shaken off no matter how hard you try.

Faced with the stubborn entanglement, Nobi Hiro really wanted to punch him and he came to his senses.

You don’t even know Miyamoto Musashi, and you’re a swordsman.

Just when Hong was getting increasingly annoyed, a large group of fellow villagers came running over from afar.

Without saying a word, he knelt down on the spot.

"I just witnessed your powerful martial arts skills. Please be the protector of our street."

"please."

Everyone said in unison, wanting Nobi Hiroshi to stay and deal with the Horse-Faced Clan.

"Nobita, take the Lightning Pill. The mission of protecting peace is left to you."

Nobi Hiroshi took off the electric pill and handed it to Nobita, wanting to give him the opportunity to show off.

Or the less ability and responsibility one has, the more comfortable one feels. One doesn't even have to pay protection fees, and yet wants to get something for nothing. One is not a person of this era, one is just here to travel.

"Oh, I can't do it. Hong, you should go. We will all help you."

Upon hearing that they were going to deal with the gangsters, Nobita Nobi hurriedly postponed and hid behind Doraemon.

The same goes for Fat Tiger and Suneo.

Props can only give people strength, but they cannot give people courage.

"Wait, we accepted it!"

Shinmen Musashi appeared from nowhere, stood among the people and answered.

"Hey, why did you agree to this without permission? And when did you become ours!?"

"If you do not do what is right, you are not brave."

"To help those in need is the way of the samurai."

Shinmen Musashi said seriously.

Nobi Hiroshi looked at this smart guy and should have kicked him over just now.

"You said it well, but I'm not a samurai. If you want to go, go by yourself."

I don't want to bother with Shinmen Musashi anymore, this is just a waste of other people's money.

But Fat Tiger had another attack at this moment, and planned to help the folks here. The words just now seemed to have touched his warrior heart. His idol had said the same words.

Three people make a tiger. Hong finally agreed to help them wipe out the Horse-Faced Clan, and it was definitely not because a banquet had already been set up in the street.

……

……

A sumptuous banquet had already been prepared in the mansion. Doraemon and the local vendors sat in two rows at the banquet table, and Hong sat on the high platform at the main seat.

His face was slightly red, as if he was drunk.

Even low-alcohol drinks are unbearable. I become dizzy after just two sips. It's really lame.

"Then play music, then dance..."

"The Horse-Faced Clan can be destroyed in a snap of a finger..."

After finishing a bowl of sweet wine, Nobi Hiroshi hugged a pair of sisters who were slightly decent in looks, raised his glass and made a bold statement.

"Mr. Samurai, you are so reliable and cute. Have another drink."

"You're so annoying, Samurai-sama. How can you touch that part of my body..."

One woman was pouring wine, the other had a shy look on her face, her shoulders half exposed, and she was slightly covering her breasts.

Hongxin was very excited. He drank the wine and held the ball. It was a little plump and difficult to control. He could only control about 70% of it and then rubbed it and picked it up.

"Damn it, Hong is so complacent. I want a beautiful woman too... Bah, I want to set out right away to wipe out those bad guys who are endangering the village."

Looking at Hiro Nobi, Takeshi, Nobita and Suneo who were so proud of themselves on the stage, people felt different levels of envy and resentment.

It's really too much to only care about your own enjoyment and let your brothers drink slop.

"Hey Hong, when are we going to destroy the Horse-Faced Clan?"

Doraemon ate snacks and said slowly that he already had Xiao Mi, so of course he would not be jealous of other things.

"No hurry, let me go outside to rest for a while, and then we'll leave right away."

"You two, I have to excuse myself first."

Taking his hand back, Hiro Nobi stood up and walked into the yard, intending to get some fresh air to clear his dizzy head.

"call!"

"call!"

There seemed to be the sound of sword swinging in the bamboo forest, like a divine eagle flying across the sky, shocking the world.

Out of curiosity, Hong followed the direction of the sound and saw Shinmen Musashi with his arms bare, practicing swinging the sword.

His eyes were extremely sharp, as if he only had a sword.

His movements were so natural, it was obvious that he had accumulated a lot of experience and had practiced for many years. Even Hong, a layman, could see that.

"Clang!"

The electric pill was unsheathed, and Hong's right hand was still holding a trace of Noka.

Faced with the sudden flash of light, Shinmen Musashi reacted quickly and raised his sword to block it.

"Cilang" - the swords stabbed each other quickly, making a crisp sound.

Musashi took two steps back in panic, then hurriedly steadied himself.

"master!"

"Bah, who is your master? I already said I don't know martial arts."

Nobi Hiro sighed and looked at the honest or stupid Shinmen Musashi.

Judging from the expression on his face, this child obviously doesn't believe what he said. I really am not being modest!

"Okay, let me ask you a question."

"You obviously know how to use a sword, so why didn't you dare to do it that day?"

Leaning against the green bamboo, Hong rubbed his rosy face, still feeling a little dizzy.

"Why……"

"Because I don't know if I can beat him. If I lose..."

Shinmen Musashi lowered his head and spoke in a depressed tone. In this era, if he lost, he would die, so he didn't dare to gamble.

"Ah, you've never competed with anyone before?"

"Um……"

"Oh my god, no wonder."

Having the ability but not daring to use it is a big problem. Hong looked at the boy in question and scratched his ear.

What he needs is not a good teacher, but the courage to face the enemy head-on.

Courage... What to do...

Chapter 21 The Night When Daisuke Is Not Home

step, step, step

With a burst of hurried footsteps across the grass, Nobi Hiroshi and his six companions arrived at the Kidou Nenji Temple on the outskirts of the village.

This was originally a popular temple, but it was occupied by the Horse-Faced Clan and became their base.