Chapter 97 Foolish Naivety

The broad road, and the villages and watchtowers that occasionally appeared in the distance, made Fukushima Masaki and Sarutobi look solemn. One was a samurai who led troops into battle, and the other was a ninja who walked high and low. Although they looked at things from different perspectives, they both believed that the defense line built by the Moroboshi family could not be broken through without paying a sufficient price.

"It seems that the strength of the Moroboshi family is growing very fast." After seeing the prosperity of Komizu Town, Fukushima Masayoshi saw another side of the Moroboshi family. He couldn't help but sigh that the Moroboshi family, which had only a few hundred people at the beginning, developed too fast.

"Isn't it better this way? As long as the princess gives birth to offspring, it doesn't matter whether it's Moroboshi or Fukushima." Sarutobi finally couldn't help himself and secretly took a piece of dessert with a special method, and said happily after hearing this.

"Yes, it doesn't matter anymore." Fukushima Masaki was stunned, then he let out a long sigh and looked into the distance, because they now had new hope.

Not long after Fukushima-hime and others left, Fu-hime, who was dividing the shares of the goods in Komizu Town, received bad news.

"Are you sure you saw the swordsman on the Mori merchant ship?" Fu Ji put down the glass teacup in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and asked the merchant who was kneeling in front of him.

"Yes, I once had the honor of visiting the Mori family's castle, and by chance I witnessed the swordsmanship practiced by the East Sea Swordsman. It was truly a miraculous skill that left a deep impression on me and I will never forget it." The merchant said cautiously.

"Your share will be increased by half this month. Besides, you have never been here today." Fu Ji was not in the mood to continue to pay attention to the other party and waved her hand.

"Hi! I went to check the inventory today and was busy until the evening, so I never came here." The businessman was quite smart and quickly retreated because his goal had been achieved. As expected, he got a lot of benefits through this information.

In fact, whether it was Yan Xu, Yi Yujing, or Fu Ji, they were all mentally prepared for the Maori family to come.

The Mori family is a stick that stirs up shit, so once Fuejima calms down, they reach out and stir it up, making it appear even more turbid.

For the Mori family, the more chaotic the Fushima is, the better. Therefore, they will certainly not remain indifferent to the rising power of the Moroboshi family and will definitely intervene. However, Yan Xu and others are unsure about how to intervene.

One is the literary one, which is simply bribed with benefits. It is the most common and the most useful.

The problem is that although the Moroboshi family is of average strength, they are excellent in business. The cost of buying them out is too high. It’s not that the Mori family can’t afford it, but that there is no need to.

The second type is the violent type, which uses force to suppress, and is often used by the strong against the weak.

The problem is that it is impossible for the Mori family to send a large number of troops to Fukejima. Not to mention the obstruction of the Otomo family, the Mori family's neighbors alone will not miss such a good opportunity. What's more, once the large army approaches, what they will face is not a single force, but the coalition of the five villages of Fukejima who are forced to join forces.

If we send a small number of troops, we might end up like the Otomo family.

The last one is to give a slap in the face first and then give a sweet treat, that is, show your strength and then talk about some preferential conditions. This possibility is the most likely because it is cost-effective.

Judging from the fact that he was a swordsman, it was obviously the third type.

Fu Ji played with the glass in her hand, thinking over and over again about the pros and cons.

The Mori family is not like those small daimyo on the secondary island who can only bully others. They can occupy a place on the main island, which is not something that ordinary people can compare to. So this level is not easy to pass. It depends on whether the lord has any more cards. The person who just delivered the message to the Mori Shinobi was sent back to Onimaru Mountain. Fuji once again welcomed an unexpected guest, a small green apple that had not yet fully opened.

"Onii-san, please inherit the name of the Sagara family!" Sagara Yoshiharu, whose childhood name was Manmanmaru, was a disciple of Fuhime's full father and mother, and the heir of the Sagara family who took away everything from Sagara Kazuo. At this moment, his handsome little face was full of seriousness. He knelt in front of his brother and spoke respectfully and seriously. He did not seem to be facing the murderer of his father at all, as if he had forgotten everything.

"How stupid! You don't think I still care about these things now, do you?" Fu Ji said with disdain. He even felt disgusted with the name Onisan because it would touch upon his memories that had long been buried in the dust.

"But only Oni-san can save the Sagara family, please!" Sagara Yoshiharu bowed his head and said loudly to show his determination.

Only when one stands in that position will one realize what he needs to pay and what he needs to bear. Sagara Yoshiharu, who has a deep understanding of this and is overwhelmed, urgently wants to get back what he has lost, even if his brother in front of him has destroyed everything with his own hands.

"Haha, it seems you still don't understand." Fu Ji shook her head. Even if the Sagara family had not been destroyed in his hands, it would not have existed for long, because the arrival of the Moroboshi family had completely broken the stagnant deadlock on Fuejima.

Next, the overlord of the sub-island who devours all the weak ones will appear and launch an expedition to the main island.

These are what he is interested in, rather than wasting energy on maintaining the name of the Sagara family.

"If you still have any resentment towards my father and me, I am willing to exchange my life for your forgiveness." Yoshiharu Sagara took out a short and sharp wakizashi from his arms, put it against his stomach and said resolutely.

For a twelve-year-old boy, it would be impossible to do such a thing without extraordinary courage and determination.

But this is meaningless to Fu Ji. It seems that although the seeds that he planted casually have grown, they are still too immature. There is still a long time to wait before the most suitable tasting period, so he said.

"I never need so-called forgiveness, whether for myself or others, and I am now a retainer of the Moroboshi family. I will not and do not want to inherit the Sagara family. You should continue to be a puppet." After saying this, Fu Ji asked someone to see the guest off.

Watching the sad and depressed Yoshiharu Sagara leave, Fu Ji could hardly suppress the smile on her face because it was so pleasing.

The originally innocent and happy little guy had always lived under the protection of his father and brother. Even though he inexplicably obtained the inheritance rights that others dreamed of, he did not understand what was going on until a fire cruelly tore apart the veil of happiness covering him, leaving him with the mark of growth, and he experienced all the ups and downs of life in the Shimazu family.

Although he gained nourishment and growth from the suffering, it was far from enough, so Fu Ji taught him a final lesson, shattering his last bit of innocence and forcing him to adapt, to fight, and to compete, which are the qualities required of a true daimyo.

"Let me see how much you can grow. If you disappoint me too much, I can only bury you in the ground and integrate you into the corrupt Sagara family. Maybe there you can continue to retain your foolish innocence." Fu Ji grasped the hilt of the knife at her waist and said coldly and ruthlessly.

The so-called family, the so-called bloodline, the so-called inheritance are really boring. After cutting them off with her own hands, Fu Ji discovered that she could be so happy.

That's why he left a seed and looked forward to its growth, watering it from time to time to make the fruit feel pain, and then bring him more joy.

(End of this chapter)