He quickly turned around and took a look - it turned out that the place Sanako was looking at was a game vendor offering the "arrow throwing game".

Aoto and Mai Kinoshita went to play last night. They threw arrows without arrows at the products on the shelves. Whichever product they hit, that product is yours.

She is very good at throwing things, and you can tell at a glance that she is Kinoshita Mai who has specially practiced this skill. In this kind of game, she kills completely randomly.

Last night, Mai Kinoshita made 8 out of 10 shots and almost made the stall owner...a middle-aged man with a bald head cry.

After Aoto noticed that Sanako was looking at the "Arrow Throwing Game" stall not far away, he immediately tilted his eyes and quietly looked at Sanako's expression.

Although Sanako was wearing a mask and could not see her expression, the changes in her eyes could be clearly seen - Qingden could clearly see a hint of eagerness emerging from the depths of Sanako's pupils.

Lively light.

"...Miss Sanako." Qingden smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed forward, "Shall we go play with that?"

What Qingdeng was referring to was, of course, the "Arrow Throwing Game" vendor.

"Eh?" Sanako was stunned for a moment, "Tachibana-kun, do you want to play that?"

"Well... that's right." Qingden grinned, "How about it? Do you want to play together?"

"I..." Sanako shook his head slightly, "I'm not very interested in this kind of game..."

--I see……

Qingdeng saw this and thought to himself.

——Miss Sanako is too embarrassed to go play...

Sanako has always paid great attention to her external image.

She was probably worried that playing this kind of game would be disrespectful.

Qingto saw through Sanako's thoughts at a glance. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said:

"I'm quite interested in that game. Can you play with me?"

"That's no problem..."

"Then let's go."

Qingto and Sanako strode towards the stall one after the other.

When they approached the stall, there happened to be an empty seat because one person didn't want to play anymore.

"Boss, how do you charge here..."

Qingdeng opened the curtain hanging around the stall and asked loudly into the stall... before he finished speaking, the remaining words were stuck in his throat.

"Oh! 1 arrow, 2 cents! Whatever thing on the shelf you throw at it will return..."

The boss's voice suddenly stopped.

Qingdeng and the boss suddenly became silent. You looked at me, I looked at you, their eyes met...

The reason why such a bizarre scene occurred... was all because the owner of this stall was a bald man who looked very familiar to Qingdeng...

It was the bald boss whose business Aomori and Kinoshita Mai had "taken care of" last night...

——Uncle! Your stall wasn’t here last night?!

Qingdeng let out a silent cry in his heart.

The first person to recover from the shock was the bald boss.

The bald boss' expression suddenly changed as if he recalled something terrible, and then he stretched his neck and glanced around Qingdeng.

After not seeing the red silhouette, he showed an expression of relief.

However... only a moment later, his "relieved" expression turned into a weird look.

He glanced back and forth between Qingteng and Sanako, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Qingteng with meaningful eyes...

"Tachibana-kun? What's wrong with you?"

Sanako didn't notice the strange look on the bald boss's face, because all her attention at the moment was on Qingden.

"Um?"

Qingto, who was "awakened" by Sanako's question, said hastily:

"Ah, I, I'm fine, I just think the products provided by this vendor are quite luxurious."

After saying that, Qingden cleared his throat vigorously.

"Boss, how do you charge here?"

"Oh, well..."

The bald boss smiled slyly at Qingdeng - his smile conveyed the message "I understand, I understand, I understand everything, and I will keep it secret for you"...

"One arrow costs two cents! Whatever item on the shelf you throw at it will be yours! Master Samurai, do you want to give it a try?"

While skillfully introducing the rules of the game to Qingteng and Sanako, the bald boss spread out a bunch of headless arrows in front of Qingtou.

As expected of someone who makes a living by doing business, his acting skills are amazing.

His tone and movements were quite natural...as if he really didn't know Qingdeng...

"Then..." Qingdeng took out his money bag, "I'll start with 10 arrows. Do you want to throw a few arrows as well?"

The latter part of Qingto's words was naturally addressed to Sanako beside him.

"I don't have to." Sanako shook her head slightly, "I just want to see you play."

Sanako refused to join in the fun... Aito was not discouraged or anxious.

Qingto thought: After watching him play it once, Miss Sanako might become interested and temporarily put down her reserve and be willing to play the game.

After having this secret thought in his mind, Qingdeng slowly picked up an arrow and casually aimed at a prize on the shelf...

…

…

At this moment——

There was an open-air tea stall and a bench not far from Qingdeng and Qingdeng——

"Hmm? Ichinose-kun, I think I saw Nioh."

A middle-aged samurai wearing a black cat mask whispered to a middle-aged samurai wearing an evil ghost mask sitting next to him.

The middle-aged samurai who was called "Ichinose" was lowering his head and caressing his... particularly terrifying left arm as if he was treating some high-end artwork.

There was not a single piece of good flesh on his left arm, and hideous burn scars covered the skin of his entire left arm. The entire arm looked like dry wood that had been burnt by fire, turning a burnt black color that seemed to shake off some charcoal ash.

.

Because his arm looked so scary, others unconsciously moved away from him, causing a small "vacuum zone" to appear around it.

"'Nioh'?" Ichinose slowly raised his head, "Where is it? Where is 'Nioh'?"

"There. In front of the 'Arrow Game' game stall. He seems to be playing a game with a certain woman there."

"Oh?" Ichinose raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Judging from the figure... the woman who is playing games with Niou seems to be a beauty."

The middle-aged samurai wearing a black cat mask made a self-deprecating cry of "hehehe":

"The 'Nioh' who killed countless people...his personal life was quite colorful. He was a well-respected celebrity in public, but in private he could play around with beauties."

"Huh, what?" Ichinose smiled jokingly, "Ebina-kun, are you envious of the life of 'Nioh'?"

"If you say you're not envious, it's definitely a lie."

Wearing a black cat mask...the middle-aged samurai who was called "Ebina" by Ichinose said calmly.

"People's lives are bright and dazzling."

"And we, the 'survivors of the Battle of Osaka,' can only live like rats in stinky ditches in a dark corner where no one pays attention."

"only--"

Ebina's conversation suddenly changed.

"I'm envious, but that's all. I won't betray our beliefs."

"Since I became a disciple of Mr. Dashan and decided to devote all my life to fulfill Mr. Dashan's long-cherished wish and bring a permanent end to this bloody war that has lasted for more than a thousand years, I have done everything possible.

The realization that I will never be able to live a comfortable life for the rest of my life.”

"'Envy of other people's lives'... These small distractions cannot shake my will and determination."

After finishing speaking, Ebina turned to look at Ichinose.

At the same time, Ichinose turned towards Ebina with tacit understanding.

The two people who looked at each other looked at each other and smiled, showing a magnanimous smile.

At this time, a young woman wearing a lady's mask walked towards Ichinose and Ebina from a dark alley in the distance.

"Mr. Ichinose, Mr. Ebina."

The young woman said softly.
To be continued...