There is a bustling street in the capital town.

This street is the most densely populated, lively and chaotic place in the entire capital. It is a place where sluts and samurai often hang out. It is also the place with the highest concentration of prostitutes on the entire Japanese peninsula. It is a place where many people go to make a living and find work.

, here you can find taverns, trawlers, casinos, and small surnames, and you can also accept all kinds of strange task commissions, or hire some cheap thugs and assassins.

Fights happen every day here, and from time to time someone will die violently, and then even the body will disappear without a trace!

Therefore, when Zhao Futu came here, he finally understood why Japan's underworld was recognized by the government. Because these are based on historical basis, and there are a large number of ronin samurai here, and these are all people who have not found the services of the daimyo.

, people who have no way of becoming an official, and cannot obtain territory or rewards. They are just like some local ruffians, relying on blackmailing some ordinary merchants, and occasionally appearing as bandits to make a living!

At this time, Fuso was an era that focused on blood, and the distinction between superior and inferior status was very obvious. It was difficult for lower-class people or low-born ronin samurai to win the recognition of daimyo from all over the world. Even if they served under their subordinates, they were like cannon fodder.

Existence. The interests of the samurai class are what all daimyo must strive to safeguard. They will not allow low-level untouchables to gain too many ways to advance.

The strength of Japanese families is measured by surname. If you carefully observe the Fuso samurai class who left their names in history, you will find that their surname is the most obvious symbol.

Of course, there are also some famous names who promote talents out of the ordinary, such as that fool from Owari.

Oda Nobunaga became Toyotomi Hideyoshi, but at this time Monkey was still just a promising infantry general, but his men had already gathered a group of talents, such as Takenaka Hanbei and Hachisuka Koroku

Wait. In the early years, Monkey ran away from home and wandered around like these down-and-out ronin. Finally, until he met Oda Nobunaga, who acted unconventionally.

At that time, Oda Nobunaga wanted to promote Monkey as a samurai, but many people opposed him because of his humble background!

Therefore, at this time, it is completely understandable why such down-and-out wanderers gathered here.

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There are pubs and casinos on both sides of the road. Many ronin gathered in the casino and sat on the floor, throwing dice and gambling around a worn-out porcelain bowl. Their weapons were casually placed on their waists, or directly across their crossed knees, looking like

Like the rogues in the Central Plains of the same era. Those ronin had a lot of copper coins in front of them, and rarely saw gold and silver. After losing all, they left in a rage, and after turning a few corners, they quickly disappeared.

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Obviously, they are looking for ways to make money!

There are some low-end pubs and casinos in the front row of the street, and the grades are obviously higher in the back. At least the floor has been covered with straw mats and tatami, and there are square low tables. The size of the casino has also become larger.

When Zhao Futu got up, he could already see some roving girls with heavy makeup and those waka songs with weird accents. The ronin hanging around here were obviously of a much higher class, and they also had a murderous aura about them!

The average life expectancy of people in this era is not high, and the average lifespan of a ronin is less than forty years. They don’t know whether they will die on the streets tomorrow, so basically most ronin live a day-to-day life.

.These ronin have no money left. When they have money, they gamble, drink, and get into fights. When Zhao Futu came in, he saw several ronin who had lost all their money and their heads were covered with blood.

However, they were soon taken away.

The ronin here is obviously organized and has leaders. There are also soldiers jointly hired by the merchants in the capital to maintain law and order.

In places with developed commerce and trade such as Jingzhen, Jiezhen, and Hirado Town, power has basically been concentrated in the hands of the chamber of commerce. Those large Japanese merchants have united to control the local economic power. Some merchants are even stronger than some.

The weak daimyo were much stronger. These merchants had private soldiers, and many ronin suddenly became chamber of commerce guards.

"Sir! Someone is watching us!" The wine steward followed Zhao Futu cautiously. He had obviously received the education of a warrior and had a strict class concept. He always kept half a step behind Zhao Futu when walking.

Zhao Futu nodded indifferently and said slowly: "Don't worry about them, they are just clowns!"

When he first entered here, he had already noticed that there were people following them, but they were ordinary people, at best, they were at the level of soldiers and had received a little training. He didn't care how many such people came, this little

Thousands of ronin gathered in one street. There were only small fights but no big battles. It was obviously organized. There should be a ronin leader here.

The two of them had just arrived here, and they were carrying weapons, especially the bartender, who was carrying more than a dozen Japanese knives, nearly a bundle. It would be strange if the ronin who were hanging around here didn't pay attention to them.

"This is the one. Let's stay here for one night." Zhao Futu found a tavern with the most luxurious decoration and walked in.

Compared with those low-end pubs, this restaurant is obviously much higher-grade.

There are twelve small square tables neatly arranged in the tavern. They are neatly arranged and covered with neat tatami mats. There are not many guests, but judging from their clothes, they are all ronin with some wealth, and their equipment is much better.

, most of them were wearing tachi and ribs. As soon as the two entered the door, they were greeted by a charming young woman. She bowed at 90 degrees, and the loose kimono cracked a gap, and they could see a piece of

Seeing the deep cleavage, the bartender standing behind Zhao Futu immediately straightened his eyes, stared at it intently, and swallowed hard.

As soon as the two of them took their seats, two pretty girls prepared wine and food for them. There were screens inside the tavern, and the layout was like small private rooms.

Zhao Futu threw out a small gold nugget very happily, and the big and charming eyes of the tavern proprietress suddenly burst into laughter. She served him diligently. With her eyesight, of course she could tell that Zhao Futu was the one.

The person who spoke, however, couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly when she glanced at the bundle of samurai swords carried behind the bartender's back.

Most of the ronin in this era did not have any valuable belongings on them. The most valuable thing they had on them, which they regarded as their lives, was their weapons.

The value of a katana is basically more than 5 guan. It is a bit exaggerated to say that the sword is in the person. But without the katana, the ronin can be said to have almost nothing.

There are so many samurai swords with a hint of blood on them!

Although the proprietress, who was about twenty-five or six years old, was serving the two of them diligently, there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

Zhao Futu didn't take it seriously. In such a tavern, the surroundings are quiet, and the proprietress is so mature and charming. No ronin has ever come to make trouble. Those ronin who drink here are almost all very well-behaved, even the pretty girls who serve around them are not.

Just using your hands and feet at will is enough to explain a lot of problems. This is also the reason why Zhao Futu chose this tavern. You must know that in the previous tavern, those prodigals were eager to put their hands into the vaginas of those wandering warblers.

Soon, a pot of sake was brought up, followed by Japanese food. Zhao Futu didn't like it very much, but he could make do with it.

The plump and mature landlady filled a glass of wine for him diligently and knelt down beside him to serve him. On the other side, a delicate-looking girl also knelt down beside the bartender to pour him wine. Although he used to be a

He was a samurai, but he was only the lowest samurai. He had never been to such a luxuriously decorated tavern. He sat there on his knees and carefully drank one cup after another. He looked at Zhao Futu's expression from time to time and spoke with greedy words.

He glanced at the pretty maid next to him, looking vulgar as if he wanted to reach out and touch her, but didn't dare to.

The Japanese sake had a birdy smell, and Zhao Futu drank it without feeling anything. He pretended to touch it from his body, but in fact he took out a bottle of non-limited edition Maotai from his private space.

As soon as the jar of Maotai was opened, a strong aroma of wine came out.

When the charming-looking tavern proprietress heard this, her eyes lit up and she stared at the small wine jar in Zhao Futu's hand. The wine boss also looked like a drunkard reincarnated.

At this time, the few ronin who followed him quietly also went back.

About two to five hundred meters away from the two of them, the ronin who were secretly following them entered a small room.

"How's it going? Do you know their origins? Where are they now?" A ruthless-looking ronin with a scar on his face knelt on the futon and said solemnly to the ronin who came in.

The ronin who entered quickly knelt down on the ground and said with a guilty look on his face: "Your Excellency Ku Munemori! They entered the tavern run by the Koga-ryu ninjas, and we dare not follow them in."

"Baga! Useless things!" The ronin with a scar on his face shouted angrily, and said in a deep voice: "You guys stay nearby immediately, we must find out their origins! Also, send someone to check.

There's something going on over there at Toubei, one of those two people is a master, and he has a lot of weapons in his hand! Even if we can't draw them over, we can't let Toubei and the others draw them over!"

"Yes!" Several ronin nodded and quickly withdrew.

The door was closed, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed. The scar-faced Fuso Ronin sat cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes, and breathing slower and slower.

At this time, Zhao Futu had already drank half a bottle of Maotai.

The bartender was already drunk, and now he was so drunk that he couldn't help but start touching the pretty maids next to him. Most of the maids in the tavern were staying with them, and they were very close to the sluts.

They are the same as prostitutes, only the price is higher.

As for the familiar tavern proprietress who was serving Zhao Futu over there, her face was flushed at this time, and she seemed to be a little drunk. The familiar proprietress was almost half leaning on Zhao Futu's arms, twisting softly from time to time.

Her delicate body touched his arms and body with her plump vagina, and her eyes seemed to have a charming look. From time to time, she secretly touched Zhao Futu's strong chest muscles and handsome face with her small hands.

Zhao Futu was sitting calmly. Although his blood was rising and a big tent was set up below, this was just a natural reaction. The most he could do was touch the fair thighs of the charming landlady with his hands and occasionally rub them.

To full **.

Whenever this happened, the charming landlady would let out a burst of seductive laughter and deliberately straighten her proud breasts.

However, the interesting thing is that the landlady never let Zhao Futu touch her hands. Although her hands were very fair and soft, Zhao Futu found that there were traces of treatment in her palms and the fingerprints were very light. Zhao Futu's hands

He kept his arms around the waist of the tavern proprietress, caressing her strong and flexible waist. Occasionally, he would go a little deeper, but he would also gently brush over the soft strand of hair and just touch it.

Zhao Futu's expression at this time was quite strange. There was a smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying the soft touch of the beautiful boss lady in his arms.

But only he himself knew that he was guessing the identity of the charming woman in his arms!

She is not an ordinary woman!

Her palms have been specially treated and even soaked in some potions. There should have been calluses left by holding weapons for many years, but now they have been worn away, so that even the fingerprints on her palms have changed.

A lot lighter. Her legs are strong and powerful. Although the thigh muscles are not exposed, such powerful legs can easily break a man's neck. Her waist is full of flexibility. Although the skin is smooth and soft, it is

After gently pressing down with your fingertips, you can still feel the power contained underneath!

Considerable toughness and enough strength!

She is so beautiful. It seems that every move has a hint of charm. This is not a natural charm, but the kind of charm that comes from acquired training. Although it doesn't look obvious, Zhao Futu can feel it.

Come on. The beautiful creature sitting in his arms at this time not only received a very high level of martial arts training, but also received special training in the art of charm.

This beautiful boss lady is definitely not an ordinary person. Her fighting power is very terrifying, and she can burst out with fatal lethality almost in an instant!

Such a woman.

In such an era, there can only be two kinds of people!

One is a shrine maiden, and the other is a female ninja carefully trained by a powerful ninja force!

——This pub is not simple!!!

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Night time.

The tavern also provides accommodation. Zhao Futu chose the best room and then prepared to rest.
To be continued...