Chapter 47 The arrival of the witch
The shrine maiden in white clothes and red hakamaru was as tall as Teruyamaru. She was carrying a package on her back and holding a long-handled naginata. She was calmly confronting the robber, or rather, trying to persuade him to leave.

The naginata is similar to a long-handled broadsword, but is thinner, especially the blade, which is narrow and long like a samurai sword. Therefore, it is sharp and light but not good at penetrating armor.

Of course, Japan doesn't have much armor to break.

Because of its lightness and length, the naginata is very popular among female warriors, which can better play to their agility.

It was because of this knife that several robbers armed with sickles and axes did not dare to take action. After all, if they were injured, not only would the loss outweigh the gain, but they would also be prone to die from wound infection, because they could not expect their so-called companions to take care of them when they were injured.

But now they don't need to worry. When they saw dozens of warriors rushing towards them from a distance, they were so scared that they ran away without even daring to look back. After all, looking at the posture of these warriors, it was a blessing for their ancestors to leave their bodies intact.

The elite ronin soldiers behind were so angry that they jumped up and down and cursed, and kept chasing after him, but Karakamaru stopped.

"You are Mori Yu's sister, right?" Hui Ruomaru looked at the shrine maiden who remained calm when seeing dozens of warriors rushing towards her. His eyes lingered on her measurements for a moment, and he immediately said affirmatively.

"Yes, I'm Moriya, the priestess of the Green Forest Shrine." Moriya said very politely, but the naginata in her hand did not relax at all.

Hui Ruomaru didn't care about this. If a woman traveling alone didn't have this little bit of vigilance, she would have been messed up in one way or another.

"Well, I'll let the soldiers escort you to Mori Village, where your sister is." After all, this was the first time the two parties met. Karuomaru didn't say anything more. She called two elite ronin soldiers to escort Sen Ya to Mori Village. Then she continued to lead people to hunt down the bandits. Robbery in broad daylight was too rampant.

Sen Ya was very quiet along the way, but he was secretly observing the two ronin elite soldiers.

It would be wrong to just regard her as a shrine maiden. Born into a ninja family, she has received ninja training since childhood. Otherwise, her good naginata skills alone would not be enough for her to arrive here safely, so naturally there would be some evaluation in one's mind.

After arriving at Mori Village and seeing the peaceful village, Sen Ya couldn't help but smile, because this was exactly the scene they sisters had always dreamed of.

Not long after, Sen Yu came, hugged her sister gently, and spoke.

"Welcome home."

These four simple words made Sen Ya's eyes red. She had killed people and eliminated monsters along the way without any hesitation. Since her parents passed away, home only existed in her dreams.

Moriyu held her sister's hand, just like when they were little, and led her towards the main house. No one else came to disturb her because they knew that the sisters would have a lot to talk about.

"It seems that you are living well." Arriving at the main house, judging from the furnishings and her sister's complexion, she was obviously living well, so Sen Ya said with a smile.

Sen Yu first smiled bitterly, and then recounted his experiences over the years.

"The master is kind and generous to his subordinates." Sen Yu talked about the treatment he and Sen Zhinin had received, and then went on to talk about the temple.

"Building a beautiful and grand shrine in an instant?" Sen Ya said in disbelief.

As a priestess of the Green Forest Shrine, she knew very well that the gods were not as omnipotent as imagined. For example, the Green Forest Shrine enshrined a green stag, whose horns were as sharp as razors and whose body was as strong as a bear. It ran faster than the wind and could even knock down trees as thick as a man's waist. However, it still fell into the hunter's trap. If it had not been saved by the first generation of the Lord of the Gods, its head would have long been a pendant. "Could it be a true god that I have never heard of?" Senya frowned and asked in confusion.

In Japan, the gods who move mountains and create things in mythology are called great gods. Those with positive and widespread beliefs are called true gods, and the rest can only be regarded as wild gods.

The so-called wild gods are wild gods that grow everywhere like weeds but are not taken seriously. The worship is mostly in one village or one place, and they are barely given the title of gods.

For example, the Green Forest Shrine enshrines a typical wild god. Only their shrine enshrines the god. If the shrine is gone, the Lord of the Green Forest will be no different from an ordinary monster.

There are countless similar gods in Japan. Sometimes they suddenly appear in large numbers, and sometimes they disappear without a trace. These are wild gods.

The righteous gods are more secure and have more widespread belief. Theoretically, as long as enough people believe in them, they will not completely perish, and even if they are killed, they will be reborn.

It’s just that there are fewer true gods, and not everyone is qualified to worship them, so Sen Ya was so surprised.

"Take a good shower and have a good rest tonight. I will take you to see the master tomorrow. If you can get the master's approval, you will have the opportunity to preside over the temple and even become the chief god." Although very few women would serve as chief gods, Sen Yu knew that the master probably didn't care about these at all. As long as he said the word, his sister could become the chief god.

Both the lord and the shrine maiden serve the gods, but their status varies. Generally speaking, the lord is more like a housekeeper, while the shrine maiden is a maid, so becoming a lord from a shrine maiden is a qualitative improvement, and Sen Ya can't help but be tempted.

Sen Yu had a bathtub here, so he asked someone to boil some hot water, took out the toiletries given by the master, and personally washed his sister from inside to outside, making her whole body smell like shampoo and soap.

The next morning, she personally supervised her sister brushing her teeth, because Senyu knew her master's habits and would not be careless about these details. For example, now, she deliberately loosened her collar a little, because she knew her master liked to watch.

It's a pity that my identity is too bad and it's not brand new, otherwise I would definitely become a personal female kunoichi.

Maybe I should train a few suitable female ninjas and then recommend them to my master, Mori Yu thought at this moment.

When Yan Xu arrived at the Moroboshi family residence, he had just finished his training. Under the guidance of Hui Ruomaru, he was only one step away from getting started, so he was full of motivation to train every day.

When Yan Xu saw a girl next to Sen Yu who looked and had a figure very similar to her but was younger, he knew who she was and nodded.

After having commoners serve as maids, Yan Xu became more particular about her daily life. Without being told, she would take the initiative to serve tea and snacks to entertain the guests.

Yan Xu couldn't get used to the tea leaves from Japan, so he brewed plain tea. The snacks were pretty good, especially the wholesale old mooncakes, which were very sweet and durable, and would not get damp, and would last for three to five months without any problems.

But Yan Xu didn't say a word and just listened to Sen Ya talking about the shrine.

Don’t be fooled by the strange name of the Green Forest Shrine where Moriya is located. It gives you the feeling that you will be chopped into bun stuffing if you go there. There are only three or five people in the entire shrine. The first generation chief was indeed from a large shrine. From manners to rituals, from language to knowledge, they are not comparable to those of small shrines.

(End of this chapter)