Be My Son

Nagasawa looked at the man indifferently and kept walking.

Only at this time could the man see Nagasawa's figure clearly, especially his muscles and the large Naginata in Nagasawa's hand.

The man swallowed his saliva and braced himself: "Big brother, do you want to stay for a night? Why don't I take you to my house?"

It wasn't that he was a coward but that Nagasawa looked really intimidating.

Nagasawa gently patted the man with his Naginata.

Bang!

The man was instantly flying into a nearby house.

Nagasawa continued to walk forward and soon saw a bloody scene.

There were five or six tables, and there was still some leftover food on the table.

However, in addition to the leftovers, there were some human body parts, such as hand, foot, and ear. The originally grayish-yellow table was dyed red with fresh blood.

A group of villagers stepped on the bleeding corpses while raising their cups and having a toast as if they were celebrating something.

"Boss, a kid seems to be missing. It seems to be the one who asked us for a drink before. He seems to have gone to the toilet."

A mountain bandit counted the corpses on the ground and found that one person was missing, so he reported to the mountain bandit leader,

"Going to the toilet? Then he probably fell down." The mountain bandit leader chugged down his sake and laughed.

He obviously didn't think the missing young man was a threat whatsoever.

"Hahaha."

"Haha."

The bandit next to him also laughed loudly, laughing at how weak the young man was.

"We got a big haul this time. I didn't expect that they would have so many valuable things on their carriage even though there weren't that many of them." One of the mountain bandits chuckled.

"That's right. It's all thanks to the boss' strategy to build a village here. Those people wouldn't have expected that we'd wait until they spend a night in the village ." One of the mountain bandits praised his boss.

"Of course." The bandit leader was proud of himself and said, "Only stupid bandits would ambush their prey on the road. Most merchants come prepared, after all. And if I pretend to be an ordinary villager here, not only will I be able to catch them off guard, I can also drug their food and drink. In case the merchants bring strong bodyguards, we can keep acting like a villager until the end and let them pass.

Nagasawa was speechless. These mountain bandits were quite smart.

"Hey, big brother, there is someone over there." Some mountain bandits saw Nagasawa.

Nagasawa was too lazy to waste his time over some mountain bandits.

Crack! Crack!

Nagasawa activated Tremor-Tremor Fruit's ability and threw a punch with his bubble-covered fist.

Rumble!!

The terrifying quake force burst into the air, generating a powerful shockwave that rushed towards the mountain bandits.

"Aaaaah!"

The mountain bandits screamed as they were sent flying, violently crashing into the houses nearby, smashing the houses into debris.

This huge commotion woke up Tsugatsu, who was lying in front of the toilet.

Tsugatsu looked around confusedly, then ran towards the source of the sound.

When he ran over, he only saw the muscular old man he saw in the tavern at noon holding a large Naginata.

And his father was already lying on the ground with so many wounds on his body.

And his father's men, who usually took care of him, were also lying on the ground, with blood gushing out of their bodies.

Tsugatsu rushed up to question the muscular old man and asked whether he was the one who did it.

Was it because of what he said at noon?

But at this moment, although Tsugatsu had just drunk alcohol, his mind was sober.

The weapon in the muscular old man's hand was so big that if he used it to strike anyone, the person would be directly split in half, and the scar would not be small.

Tsugatsu took a deep breath and saw a villager that was holding a knife as he lied in a decrepit house.

Tsugatsu quickly looked for the other villagers and found that many of them were holding weapons.

It was obvious that they were ambushed by the mountain bandits.

This was not a village but a den of mountain bandits!

Tsugatsu quickly ran to Tsuyoshi Inoue's side, trying to check if he could find any survivors.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Tsugatsu searched, he could not find a single person who was still breathing.

Tsugatsu knelt on the ground while crying.

He had always liked drinking before, but at this moment, he hated drinking. His father clearly said that he had to be careful and refrain from drinking.

However, he did not care and asked the villagers for some sake.

If he did not drink, he could've fought side by side with his father and the others. Perhaps he could change the result. Even if he couldn't, it was better than living alone in the world.

"Do you want revenge? There is a mountain bandit at the entrance," Nagasawa said lightly.

Tsugatsu piqued his interest a bit. He was not blinded by hatred and still observed his surrounding.

Hearing Nagasawa's words, Tsugatsu grabbed the weapon on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and he did not say a word. He wobbled towards the village entrance.

Nagasawa did not follow him. He had already hit that bandit,enough to incapacitate im.

After a while, Tsugatsu returned with a head in his hand.

Tsugatsu used the knife and began digging. He wanted to bury his father and the others properly.

However, Tsugatsu was an ordinary young master. It was difficult to dig with a knife, and it was possible that he ate the drugged food. Not long after, Tsugatsu was out of breath and had to rest for a while. However, the hole he dug was not deep enough to bury the head.

Nagasawa lightly slammed the ground a few times, and a big pit was created.

"Bury them. They have fought their best until the end." Nagasawa said.

None of Tsuyoshi and his men were injured on the back. All of their wounds were either on the front or the side. Moreover, their corpses clumped together, which at least meant that none of them ran.

Tsugatsu used a knife to help himself stand back up and dragged the people of the caravan into the pit with difficulty.

After burying them, Tsugatsu sat in the same place foolishly, muttering how much he regretted drinking.

"If you are sad, stand up. Mourning will not bring back the dead. Live your life better. This way, their spirits in heaven will be happy."

"Be my son!" Nagasawa slightly bent over and stretched out his hand to Tsugatsu.

Looking at the tall Nagasawa, Tsugatsu was in a trance.

If he had the strength to make a pit on the ground like Nagasawa, this accident would not have happened.

Tsugatsu subconsciously grabbed Nagasawa's hand. It was warm, broad, and strong.

Tsugatsu only felt that he was in a daze, and he stood up easily.

Tsugatsu looked at Nagasawa and asked, "Who are you?"

"Gu ra ra ra ra." Nagasawa smiled and said, "Who I am is not important. From now on, you will be my son."