"Madam, the Mister Scribe requests your presence."
Nodding, Tamayo didn't ask any further questions.
He simply stood up and glanced at Asatsuru.
Then, he walked into the house.
When Hirano bowed to Tamayo and spoke to her with his head down, Ichiryu and the other disciples were stunned.
They rubbed their eyes hard, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"Get out of the way, everyone! Don't block the way!"
After Hirano's angry shout, they finally realized what was happening and quickly moved aside.
After waving to Asatsuru, Hirano spoke again.
"Asatsuru, come in with me to see Mister Scribe."
'Okay, Grandpa.'
Hearing his grandfather call him, Asatsuru had no doubts.
While she was shocked by Tamayo's correct guess, she was even more curious about what kind of magic the so-called Mister Scribe possessed.
Even his usually stern and strict grandfather became so compliant when facing him.
Following Hirano, Asatsuru entered the house.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw the Scribe and Tamayo sitting down.
"Please sit down."
After gesturing for the two to sit down, the Scribe asked Hirano to repeat what he had just said.
Upon hearing this history of the Soryu Dojo for the first time, Asatsuru and Tamayo showed expressions of shock.
Asatsuru, in particular, couldn't stop her tears from flowing when she learned that her dojo had such a past.
Therefore, as a descendant of Hakuji and Koyuki, you should show respect to the Mister Scribe and his wife.
After saying that, Hirano grabbed Asatsuru and gestured for her to do something.
The clever Asatsuru immediately understood her grandfather's meaning and knelt down on both knees.
"No."
In a flash, Scribe appeared beside Asatsuru and grabbed her arm.
"So strong."
Completely unaware of when the Scribe appeared beside him, Qian He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Is this the Mister Scribe, the benefactor of Hakuji?"
Asatsuru herself did not believe that anyone could live for hundreds of years.
However, when her grandfather told the story, he clearly mentioned the existence of the Scribe.
The Scribe himself was also very familiar with those scenarios.
That kind of confidence and composure can only be described by those who have experienced it firsthand.
Asatsuru didn't believe that it could be inherited through deception or word of mouth.
Moreover, a voice deep inside her told her to trust him.
Therefore, even though the idea of "a person who has lived for a hundred years" is absurd, Asatsuru Hirano still believe it.
After helping Asatsuru back to the sofa, Scribe returned to her seat and looked at her.
"Tell me about your life after you were born."
Hirano's account only goes up to the part about him getting married.
The Scribe hoped to hear the rest of the story from Asatsuru.
Huh? Yes.
Nodding vigorously, Asatsuru told everything she could remember about the Soryu Dojo.
Through the story, the Scribe also learned why she couldn't see her parents.
When Qianhe was young, her parents were worried that Hirano was too old and had some physical problems.
So, on the day of tomb sweeping, he would go to sweep the Hirano of the previous owners in Hirano's place.
But once he left, he never came back.
Despite Hirano sending many people to search, no trace was found.
It was as if the two of them had vanished from the world.
"Time flies so fast, more than ten years have passed just like that."
Hirano felt a pang of pain in his heart when he mentioned his missing son.
The generational gap in the middle was undoubtedly another heavy blow to the newly reborn Suliu.
Hirano believed that if his outstanding son inherited the dojo, he would be much stronger than himself.
Unfortunately, this wish will never come true.
Hearing Asatsuru say this, the Scribe understood even more why he couldn't find the Soryu Dojo or the descendants of Hakuji.
After the massacre of his entire family, his descendants are likely to adopt a conservative approach.
She would never reveal her true identity as Su Liu if she could avoid exposing it.
It can be said that the Soryu Dojo at that time was already in a state of being nominal but not real.
Without even a base of operations, where could the Scribe find one?
However, in Hirano's generation, although a new dojo was established, a new young and middle-aged dojo master was lost.
If it weren't for the good fortune of the Tamayo school, it's hard to say how long it would have taken to discover this.
Thinking of this, the Scribe couldn't help but feel a little sad.
If I had known sooner, perhaps they wouldn't have had to go through this.
As for the monster Hirano mentioned, capable of slaughtering the Soryu Dojo, he guessed its identity.
Without a doubt, it was a ghost.
Moreover, it was an extremely powerful ghost.
The Scribe even had a premonition that it was one of the Twelve Kizuki.
As for the other party's specific identity, that remains unknown.
The reason for Asatsuru's parents' disappearance is probably also related to demons.
His fists clenched, and the Scribe's forehead furrowed unconsciously.
"Don't be angry, it's not your fault."
Noticing that the Scribe was not behaving properly, Tamayo quickly comforted him.
"Yes, Mister Scribe, that's not your fault."
Hirano and Asatsuru, who were standing nearby, also hurriedly tried to persuade them.
It took the Scribe a while to gradually recover.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
Seeing that the Scribe had recovered, Tamayo simply smiled and then rested her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, right, I have something else here that I need to give to the Mister Scribe."
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Hirano ran into the house.
After searching for a while, he came out carrying a box in both hands.
"This contains items left behind by successive owners of the farm."
Chapter 349 A Century Passed Down Through Generations
Taking the box from Hirano, the Scribe examined it carefully.
The workmanship is a bit rough, but the material is the kind that can be preserved for a long time.
On the outside, he could also clearly see some bloodstains and cracks.
Perhaps, those were left behind by successive owners of the site while protecting the box.
"For the past masters, the most important thing is the inheritance of the Soryu Dojo."
Hirano glanced at the box, a hint of emotion in his eyes.
"The second most important thing is this box."
He still clearly remembers what his father's teacher said the night before he took over as the head of the Soryu Dojo.
"Hirano, you must remember this box well." (Reading by La)
"Once you become the owner of the venue, you will have to protect it for the rest of your life."
"Even in death, one must entrust the land to the next owner before one can die!"
After saying all this, the old farm owner chased Hirano out, leaving himself alone inside.
No one knows what he was thinking that night.
The very next day, after Hirano took over, he was handed this box.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Hirano continued.
"If I hadn't met the Mister Scribe, I would have left something in there when I grew old."
As he spoke, he glanced at Asatsuru.
"After it is handed over to Asatsuru, the cycle will continue, generation after generation, to protect it."
Scribe touched the bloodstains and cracks on the box, and it was as if he could see the scene when the previous owners were protecting the box.
Life is so short, and in that short time, how many promises will be made?
Many people cannot even keep a verbal promise, let alone defend it with their lives.
Hirano and his group, however, took a century to prove themselves.
After a moment of silence, the Scribe responded.
"You have worked hard over the past few hundred years."
"Mister Scribe, you did not ask us to do this."
Hirano shook his head and smiled.
"All of this is a choice made by our own people."
"We have no complaints about this!"
As he spoke, he took a small key out of his pocket.
"Please open it, sir."
He presented the keys with both hands, then stood aside, quietly watching the Scribe.
The key to the box also showed signs of age and looked somewhat broken.
Nodding, the Scribe didn't speak, but simply pushed the key into the keyhole.
With a gentle twist, a crisp sound was heard.
"Click".
The tightly closed box slowly opened, revealing its contents.
There weren't many items; most were small trinkets or notes.
But at the very top was a fragment.
Judging from its appearance, it seems to be part of a Bamboo Sword Fragment.