My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 360 - 140: I Want to Be Sazanoko’s Husband! [4700]_3

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Edo, somewhere, in a somewhat dilapidated longhouse—

"Hmm hum~ hum hum hum~~ hmm mm~"

Humming a nursery rhyme, Asi carefully carried a cup filled with hot tea with both hands, and slowly walked out of the kitchen, heading straight to the living room of the house.

In the living room of this shabby house, a young man, not more than in his early twenties, sat expressionlessly at a desk piled with books and manuscript papers.

"Shusairo! Tea is here! Take a break and have some tea!"

Asi handed the freshly brewed tea to the young man... who was her husband, Yuuzaki Shusiro.

"Ah... thank you." Shusairo softly thanked his wife Asi, then picked up the freshly brewed hot tea from Asi and sipped it slowly.

After handing the tea to her husband, Asi didn’t leave immediately. She turned her gaze and glanced at the thick stack of blank manuscript paper on the desk in front of Shusairo.

"Shusairo..." A trace of worry flashed across Asi’s brow, "Still no inspiration today?"

"...Sigh, yes." Shusairo let out a long sigh, then placed the teacup in his hand casually at the corner of the desk, looking despondent, "My mind is blank... I have no idea what to write..."

With that, Shusairo, looking distressed, ran his fingers through his messy hair.

"What should I do... If this continues, next month we won’t even be able to put food on the table..."

Shusairo made his living as a novelist by writing "saraku" and "yomi" novel collections, as well as scriptwriting for storytellers.

Saraku are humorous novels depicting life in brothels.

Yomi primarily describes historical stories and mythological legends.

With his imagination and writing skills that were still considered passable, he and his wife Asi lived a life that, although not wealthy, was modestly sufficient.

However... recently, Shusairo encountered a significant problem—he found himself hitting a bottleneck.

His brain, usually brimming with interesting ideas, suddenly became blank and couldn’t come up with interesting storylines.

This situation has continued for nearly two months, and the lack of inspiration has not improved.

In a state of poor condition, lacking inspiration... For two entire months, Shusairo produced nothing but papers he himself was extremely dissatisfied with.

This inability to work normally has severely impacted their family’s livelihood...

Shusairo’s family is also the kind where their "hands stop, mouths stop" type.

Two entire months without any income has left their family with only salted radishes to accompany meals these days.

By next month, they might not be able to afford even the salted radishes.

Looking at her husband full of worries, Asi, wanting to ease his burden, pondered while twirling the hair at her temples:

"Shusairo, if there’s truly no inspiration... why not just write about the story of ’Eternal Sword Saint’ Ogata Isseki and ’Hermit Sword Saint’ Kinoshita Genichi?"

"Aren’t their stories the most popular?"

"Not possible." As soon as Asi finished her sentence, Shusairo bitterly laughed and shook his head, "I’m really in a bad state right now... Even if I were to write about ’Eternal Sword Saint’ and ’Hermit Sword Saint’, I wouldn’t know how to start... Sigh..."

"..." Watching her husband sigh again, Asi felt very heartbroken, but didn’t know how to help.

Thud!

At that moment, a dull thud came from the entrance of the house.

Hearing this sound, Asi was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up and ran towards the entrance.

"Hey! Red Bean Bun!"

Red Bean Bun—the black and white kitten Shusairo’s family adopted two years ago.

Upon reaching the entrance of the house, just as Asi had expected: their Red Bean Bun had toppled something over again.

Meow~ Meow~ Meow~

Seeing her female owner arrive, Red Bean Bun meowed and quickly fled from the crime scene.

"Really... Luckily, what got knocked over this time isn’t something fragile..."

The object Red Bean Bun toppled over was a wooden Buddha statue of the Statue of Niō, specifically used for warding off evil, which Shusairo and Asi brought back from a temple recently.

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The author was very busy in reality yesterday, my apologies Asi... Let’s not talk about it anymore.

In any case, due to some matters yesterday, I didn’t have much time to write. So today’s word count is a bit shorter, I’ll try to write more tomorrow (crying like a leopard.jpg)