“What to do boss? This guy says he’s here on tour!”
The hunter who had spotted Kazuo Kawashima was at a bit of a loss as to what to do.
“What tourism or not? Look at that man’s costume, with a katana on his back, he must be a traitor who infiltrated in from Fusan!”
“That’s right, we can’t be fooled by him!”
“But his accent doesn’t sound like someone from the Fusan side, what should we do?”
The hunter squad was divided in their opinions, and in the end, the boss, who was called the mountain head, spoke up.
“All stop arguing, let me ask!”
The mountain head then turned his head towards Kawashima Kazuo who was lying on the ground.
“Let me ask you, this knife …… Whose the hell is it?”
As he said this Yamato’s tone slowed down significantly, as did the speed of his speech.
Just now Kawashima Kazuo had heard that this group of mountain hunters very much hated the people from Fusangoku.
In his heart he understood very well that if the other party knew his true identity, he was afraid that tonight would be a bad night.
So Kawashima Kazuo immediately said wisely.
“This …… This knife is what I picked up, it’s not mine! It has nothing to do with me!”
“Oh really? But I’m the head of the mountain here, so this knife should be mine if it fell on the mountain, do you think that’s right?”
This time Kawashima Kazuo finally heard the mountain head’s meaning so he hastily chimed in and said.
“The mountain head has a point, since this knife has fallen on the mountain, it should be yours!”
Hearing this the mountain head then no longer bothered about where Kawashima Kazuo actually came from but instead received this katana, as if it was a treasure, into his arms.
Then the mountain head looked to the little brother next to him and casually waved his hand and said.
“You two take him back!”
The two hunters then stepped forward, lifting up Kazuo Kawashima, who had already been seriously injured, and returned to the mountain camp with the main group.
These hunters who relied on the mountain to eat the mountain usually stationed their camp halfway up the mountain.
The whole process took about twenty minutes or so, when Kawashima Ichio arrived at the hunters’ camp in the mountains with the large troop, he realised that all these people were living in thatched huts.
Although he was a bit disappointed, to Kawashima Kazuo, at least these people had saved his life.
Just as Kawashima Kazuo was bandaged up by the other party and was preparing to quietly recuperate from his injuries, he suddenly heard a dialogue outside the thatched hut.
“What are you sharpening your sword for this late at night?”
“Boss said, the person we met today must be from Fusan, we have to report to the police later to arrest him, I’m not sharpening my knife so that I can make my way in the mountains at night!”
Said that Huohuo sharpening sound is getting louder and louder, scared Kawashima Yifu heart straight trembling.
“Either way is dead, might as well put up a fight maybe there is still hope to live!”
Kawashima Kazuo suddenly made up his mind, then he was ready to start moving.
From the small cabinet where he had just bandaged his wounds, he felt out two small knives and squeezed them in his hands.
Then quietly hid in the doorway and waited.
The mountains and forests were not peaceful at night, and the hunters usually needed someone to go and take turns patrolling.
This time when the patrollers were ready to leave, they subconsciously thought of coming back to check the situation.
