As he was about to crush towards the cart, he closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact.
The sounds of the swaying winds changed near him, when he was supposed to crush right into the cart, he was caught in an inexplicable situation.
"Don't go around destroying other people's properties, Ushiwa."
Hearing the same annoying voice which had him in this situation, he opened his eyes gritting his teeth altogether.
"Huh?! Look here! ...You...?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, he was enchanted by the mesmerizing expression of worry that Takemi was showing towards him, all the while being embraced by him.
"Huh...? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ushiwa was weirded out of the situation, disgustingly looking at him as if he were some sort of pervert.
"LET GO OF ME!!"
He shouted while being in the embrace of the God of Sword himself. However, just as he was shouting at him, Takemikazuchi gazes over the vendor pulling the cart to the other side of the busy streets.
Takemi then glanced over at the golden wine, which was filling up a few big copper jars right inside the cart.
"Excuse me."
He spoke, as he gazes over the merchant with a calm voice that knows no depth; on the other hand, with Ushiwa being ignored, he kept smacking his chest, shouting to let go of him.
"LET GO OF ME!! YOU BASTARD!!"
Though, no matter how many times he attempted it, Takemi continued to ignore him, his gaze still fixated towards the vendor.
The vendor, on the other hand, didn't answer and continued to walk his way towards the other side of the streets.
"Vendor-san? Do you mind if I get to take a sip of this fine wine of yours?"
Takemi wasn't the type of person to let someone walk away that he found questionable, so he tried to make up a reason for the merchant to stop in his tracks.
Although the vendor was wearing a rather plain set of clothing and a vibrant brown straw hat, Takemi's senses were somehow on high alert at this certain random merchant who was just about to make a collision with Ushiwa.
"Sure.
There's a cup in my stall. Follow me if you wish to have a taste of my golden wine, Dear Customer."
The vendor answered with a slightly fading smile on his face.
Even though the voice of the vendor was nothing special, there was a sort of unique air gathering around him.
"Thanks!
Oh, by the way, is it also alright if I bring this subordinate of mine?"
Hearing Takemi call him, his subordinate ticked him off, and so Ushiwa grabbed both his shoulders and bit his neck.
"WHO'S YOUR SUBORDINATE??!!"
"Hahaha... Sorry about my subordinate here, he's always like this whenever he's feeling left out."
The vendor silently nodded whilst holding the end of his straw hat. He looked at them with his face filled with a mysterious lingering aura.
Upon having nodded, he continued to pull his cart to the other side under the strict watch of the Sword God.
The sound of the old wooden wheel rolling over the cold rigid floor left quite a bit of wood dust trailing over their path.
Its 4 sets of wheels were quite old in comparison to the actual container holding the jars of wine. Even with the olden age, it didn't seem to be causing much of a problem to hold the merchant's goods.
Walking halfway through the street, Takemi was still holding on, carrying over Ushiwa like a princess, all the while beating down his chest like a child throwing a tantrum.
With that said, Takemikazuchi was still completely fixated on the strange vendor.
"Excuse me, Vendor-san."
The God of Sword spoke with a low, quiet voice as if he was about to cut an unwanted predator.
The vendor looked his way, expressionless, completely composed and unafraid.
"What seems to be the problem, Dear Customer?"
Takemi then threw over Ushiwa mid-air, dashing forth in a lightning flash within the merchants line of sight. Closing the gap between them in an instant.
His sword was out, pointed at the merchant's neck.
"Your smell.
It reeks of malice."