When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

In this noisy and lively commercial street, Yong Ye with two knives on his waist is not a very conspicuous existence. It can only be regarded as a mediocre street scene. There is no such thing as abolishing knives. There are samurai armed with swords and weapons. Not unusual.

However, contrary to the people here, the prosperity on this street is something that Yongye has never witnessed before. The memory of the past has long since collapsed and disappeared, and the fortresses passing by are all on the front line, and everyone has a feeling of precariousness. It also relied too much on the materials at the rear, and there was basically no trade between civilians.

This fortress is at the rear of the battle line, so there is a scene of living and working in peace and contentment, although... in Yongye's eyes, this is actually just a bubble that can be destroyed at the touch of a button.

The previous two fortresses were finished. Although there were other fortresses nearby, because of loopholes in the defense line, this fortress was exposed like a valley bottom in a concave shape.

There may not be any big problems these days, but Kabane's army probably won't be long before coming to the city, and this place will also become a front line against Kabane.

"...Peace really makes people look forward to it. If you can live in peace and safety, maybe it will be a very good thing... Right? However, you can't stay in this fortress for a long time."

Handing over the money to the shop owner, Yong Ye couldn't help but think of his original goal when he first came to this world while sighing at the beauty of peace.

"My lord, where are these salted fish and melons and fruits going?"

The guy in the store loaded all the food designated by Yongye into a human-powered truck and asked where Yongye was going to send these things.

"Just take it to the Juncheng that just arrived at the station, over the Iron City... Come with me."

"Okay~!"

He waved his hand, Yong Ye took the lead and walked in front, the man nodded enthusiastically in the face of his big seller, rubbed his hands, and followed him with a cart of food.

Well... these are not staple foods, but the most you can buy in the market can only be at this level.

On the side of the Iron City, steam craftsmen are cleaning and renovating the appearance of the Iron City, women are washing clothes by the river in groups, and a lot of bedding is placed on the pebbles on both sides of the river bed to dry.

There is no way to dry the quilts on the train. If you don't dry them for so long, these quilts will probably become moldy.

However, no one else dared to enter Yongye's carriage before, and now even if it was opened to store food, no one dared to go in or wanted to go in, so naturally no one helped him dry the bedding.

"...Do you need to do it yourself?"

Looking at the crowd under the river, remembering that his bedding seemed to be showing signs of being wet, Yongye began to worry about whether to dry the bedding himself, or just find someone to do it?

Just when this trouble had not been answered, he suddenly found that Wuming had entered the wide open door, took out his quilt, and jumped directly into the underground river from a height.

"Well, it doesn't seem necessary now."

After muttering to himself, Yong Ye immediately jumped from the top of the armored iron city, helping Wuming, who was surprised at why he suddenly appeared, to bask in the quilt.

...

Then, it's time to take a shower.

The water tank on the Iron Fortress doesn’t hold much water. Even Yongye can’t take a bath every day. Every time you take a bath, you need to worry about the amount of water. You must know that it’s summer now…

Near the edge of the river, there are several bathing areas with white cloths drawn around to distinguish men and women. Well... the conditions are such that only river water can be used...

It was originally a public bathing area, but as soon as He Yongye entered, he immediately frightened the seven or eight men in the area, just picked up their clothes, and ran out before they could even put them on.

"...Well, it's not bad to have a private room."

Yong Ye, who didn't like bathing in public baths at first, listened to the screams of women outside, and nodded with satisfaction while appreciating the actions of those men who took the initiative to run out.

In fact, even if those people didn't take the initiative to go out, he would be kicked out by him. After all, even if the bottom was covered, he didn't like being stared at by a few naked men, which would make him feel cold.

Looking at the knife at hand, Yong Ye just put it aside where he could reach, and started to undress.

Then……

"——Wow ah ah ah~!!"

An exclamation suddenly exploded without warning.

"...What are you doing? Could it be peeping? I'll throw you directly into the river?"

Released the handle of the knife that was held in the palm of his hand just now, Yong Ye looked coldly at the opening of the white cloth and a head appeared, staring blankly at his nameless.

It didn't matter if he was looked at, but when he saw him, he suddenly screamed but it startled him, obviously not all. Naked and screamed so loudly, which had to make him wonder if this yellow-haired girl suddenly wanted to do something. good thing.

Wuming has a lively and active personality. Yong Ye is very clear, but being too lively is not a good thing, so if this incident is also a prank, then he will definitely educate this overly lively and itchy child.

However, Wuming didn't seem to be playing around this time, because...she didn't have the usual smile in her eyes, but was full of astonishment.

"No no no... I was taken aback by you..."

"Huh? Didn't you see me coming in? Since you already know I'm inside, what's there to be surprised about?"

Wuming's surprised appearance was not fake, which made Yong Ye very puzzled. What was she surprised about? Or...what's the surprise here?

Faced with his confusion, Wuming did not answer immediately, but walked into the open-air bathroom with his fingers, pointing to the scar on Yongye's chest above his heart.

"This...Isn't it made in the underground tunnel last time? Was it from a duel with a samurai before? Or was it injured during a fight with a skill thief?"

"It's left by people, but... it's not a duel or a samurai..."

"...You don't mean ordinary people, do you?"

"It's just normal people."

"How is that possible! How can ordinary people leave wounds on you?"

This ordinary person's statement made Wuming roll his eyes and look in disbelief.

For this obvious suspicion, Yong Ye just shook his head silently, and used his index finger to scratch the slightly sunken scar on his chest.

"—This is... from the son of a samurai who was executed by me, and the child was only about eight or nine years old."

"...Huh? Children around the age of eight or nine?"

Even if Yong Ye said it very seriously, Wuming still had a hard time believing what he said after hesitating for a moment.

"...Ordinary children can hurt you at the age of eight or nine? Or leave such a wound in this deadly part?? Liar?!"

It's not that I don't believe in Yong Ye, but the content of these words is really beyond imagination. You must know that Yong Ye's strength is difficult to find even if you search this country. There is someone who can be stronger than him.

Not to mention people, even her Kabaneri, who surpassed human beings, is not his opponent.

Chapter 54 No one is wrong

"There's no need to lie to you, I was on the way to escape at the time... I remember that the second fortress I lived in was destroyed. At that time, I was not an independent carriage on the Iron Fortress."

Recalling the second time he escaped in the Iron City, Yong Ye couldn't help but sighed with a wry smile.

"That night, because the fortress had just been destroyed, fighting and escaping, I was a little tired, and I fell asleep if I didn't pay attention. It happened that the child was not guarded because he was with the child, and borrowed his innocent appearance to enter. I went to the carriage where the samurai lived, and while I was drowsy, I held a dagger at night to avenge my father. If it wasn't for the pain that woke me up, I instinctively held the dagger in my hand before it came out. The sheathed knife knocked the dagger into the air, and I must be dead now..."