The smell of alcohol, blood, and the faint fragrance of white plums mixed with the woman's breath hit Kenshin all the time. As the woman walked quickly in a remote alley, Kenshin thought a lot. After Kiroko's analysis,
The doubts about this woman are obvious. Even if a rational and normal person does not kill her, he will never take her back to the secret base where the organization relies. Throwing her away directly is the best option.
But for some reason, Kenshin couldn't make up his mind on what to do with this woman until he returned to Koogiya.
"You're back?" Seeing Jian Xin push through the door in the wind and rain, the boss's wife asked with some concern. Jian Xin slowly put the soaked woman on the floor of the entrance, "Boss's wife, please prepare one for her."
Room."
"You, the Choshu clan, are really busy!" The proprietress leaned over and looked at the woman carefully, and then teased in a strong Kanto accent: "After killing people, do you become a woman?"
"Please hurry up and prepare the room." Kenshin didn't want to explain at all, but the knowledgeable landlady obviously misunderstood Kenshin's meaning: "It's all full now, there are no rooms at all. This is not a hotel for men and women to have trysts.
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The landlady walked to the inner room minding her own business and said nonchalantly: "Take her to your own room. I'll prepare hot water and a change of clothes."
Swordsmen are really a bunch of ruthless guys!
Kenshin leaned outside the bathroom door, listening to the commotion inside and not knowing what he was thinking about writing. In this era, men can already marry and have children by the age of sixteen, but since childhood, they have been surrounded by a group of single old men who kill without batting an eye.
The feeling is extremely dull.
He can instantly judge the threat of the opponent through his steps, breathing, eyes, and movements, but women have no standards for evaluation. After all, the content of the flying sword-style training is all about killing methods.
The proprietress opened the door and interrupted Kenshin's thoughts. Kenshin quickly thanked him: "Ah! Are you done? You helped me a lot." "You're welcome, but..." The proprietress hesitated, but still took off her clothes.
He took out a well-decorated dagger from his clothes: "What should I do with this..."
In this era, there were only two types of women who carried weapons for self-defense, one was the ninja, and the other was the woman who came from the martial arts family. Especially the latter, although they may not necessarily have practiced martial arts, but according to convention, this is used when encountering
When an irresistible insult occurs, the symbol of ensuring the integrity of the samurai family cannot kill the enemy, but at least it can kill itself.
Then, the origin and purpose of this woman are quite suspicious. Under today's strict etiquette restrictions, regardless of the woman's identity, she goes out drinking alone late at night. If this behavior is known to her father and brother, they may be asked to commit suicide!
Kenshin recalled Kiriko's words, his hand holding the sword hilt loosely and tightly, but he still couldn't make up his mind. The landlady sighed, stuffed the woman's clothes and dagger into Kenshin's arms, signaled Kenshin to make his own choice, and left silently with another long sigh.
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To kill or not to kill? If you kill based only on suspicion, what is the difference between you and those ronin who regard human life as nothing? What is the meaning of this year's endless killing for the ideal of saving the world in your heart? Don't kill...
If the location of this place is exposed because of a woman, and it ends up being surrounded and suppressed by the shogunate minions such as the Shinsengumi, wouldn't it be a shame for the painstaking plans of Katsura Kogoro, Takasugi Shinsaku and others, and for the partners who have been together day and night?
Alas, she should at least be given a chance to explain! Kenshin carried the woman who had changed into store clothes into his room. After struggling for a long time, he finally decided to wait until the woman wakes up tomorrow before making any plans. Although this is
A form of escapism, but isn't that what fate sometimes is?
Kenshin casually changed into a set of dry clothes and sat in front of the window with his knife in his arms. Ever since he entered Kyoto to carry out the "Tenchu" mission, except for the days when he was recovering from his injuries, he rested like this every night, not so much the time.
He was vigilant to avoid being attacked by surprise. It would be better to say that every time he lay down and closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of the various strange and hideous corpses that he chopped down to the ground!
This young man is trying his best to resist the new resistance and warnings from his soul. The willpower attached to the swordsman's will is his powerful driving force, which can restrain inherent human weaknesses such as weakness, inertia, fear, greed, irritability... etc., but no matter what,
These are all uniquely "human" emotions.
Once lost, one may achieve great enlightenment and become a master outside the world, just like Seijuro Hiko; or one may be ruthless and become a pure weapon, just like the original Kazuha Sorayama; but more often than not, one will gradually fall into the path of evil and completely become a fantasy.
The devil who wants to bury all!
Kenshin was not aware of this like his two kendo seniors. On the contrary, he thought these were weaknesses that disturbed him, just like being unable to decide to execute the woman in front of him.
He stared at the woman sleeping on the couch, trying to find a reason for him to kill her. Maybe he shouldn't have taken her in in the first place, damn Bai Meixiang! Kenshin pulled out the long knife and threw it away.
Sheath walked up to the woman, held the knife in both hands, pointed the tip of the blade at the woman's throat, and stabbed it in like he had done countless times during his mission!
"Ah!" The young man yelled in his heart and suddenly woke up. Fortunately, it was a dream... Kenshin let out a long sigh of relief. The bright side of human nature dispelled the darkness like the morning light outside the window. Perhaps he himself did not realize that this had a great impact on him.
How lucky he is...
"No! Did she escape?" Kenshin instantly put aside his inexplicable rejoicing, grabbed a long knife and ran downstairs. Once the news is leaked, it is not a matter of one or two lives, it will be destroyed.
It will be the whole hope of the Choshu clan and even the many respected partners who cooperate with it!
A clear scent of white plum blossoms passed into his nostrils. Downstairs, the figure of the woman Pinting appeared in front of him, and Jianxin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, are you okay?" Kenshin called to the woman. It was obviously a greeting, but the cold tone sounded a bit unkind.
"I'm sorry, I was drunk last night." The woman held a tall pile of food boxes. Unable to bend down and salute, she nodded softly to Kenshin, then turned her face to the side and apologized: "I drank before I could."
When I was drunk... I caused you trouble." Regardless of his expression, his movements are as pitiful as petals bent by dewdrops.
"What's your name?" Kenshin raised his head slightly and stared at the beautiful woman who was taller than him, and his tone couldn't help but become gentle.
"My name is Tomoe, Yukiyoba." As if he didn't want to say anything more to Kenshin, he gently stood up on his white feet like a white and cold snowflake and turned around to float away.
Steaming white rice, paired with a few pickled plums, a few slices of Zean yellow radish, a braised herring with salt, and a bowl of miso soup, is the breakfast of this group of patriots. Compared with the peasants, untouchables and big people who don't know the taste of rice,
For most common people who could only live on porridge, it was already a quite sumptuous meal. For these dead soldiers who never knew when they would never be able to eat their next meal, the wealthy Choshu clan was quite generous.
At this time, the woman named Yukiyoba replaced the waitress from Ogiya and knelt down quietly in front of the wooden barrel full of rice, adding rice to the people sitting on both sides.
"Oh? Are you new here?" One of the patriots asked teasingly. "My name is Ba." The woman said softly while adding food to him.
"She is a beauty!" I don't know who shouted. "Please take care of me in the future." Yukidaiba didn't seem to mind, just doing her own thing silently, as if she had always been a qualified waitress.
"Hey!" I sat next to Kenshin carelessly, "That woman, it seems you brought it back to Himura-san. Where did you pick it up? She is indeed a big beauty, which is a bit unusual for Himura-san.
!" Seeing that the other party was still holding the rice bowl and not paying attention, and the rice didn't care, he continued to ask: "So...how does it taste?"
Fan picked up a plum and threw it into his mouth. He looked at Kenshin teasingly and said, "I heard from the landlady that she spent the night in your room last night..."
There was a clang, the sound of flicking the sword with his thumb. Kenshin stood between himself and the rice with the sword in his hand. The murderous aura emanating from his body instantly silenced the huge room. All the whispers disappeared, and everyone was a little frightened and panicked.
He secretly looked at the young executioner with an expression on his face.
Even among the killers who are also responsible for "picking up rapes", there is a strict hierarchy. In this group whose profession is to kill people, the division of status depends not on anything else but swordsmanship, and it can only be swordsmanship! Kenshin is undoubtedly
It is an existence at the highest level, and its status in the minds of these people is only below that of the supreme leader Katsura Kogoro and the founder Takasugi Shinsaku.
Seeing Kenshin walking out the door exuding murderous aura, Fan couldn't help but protest at his back: "Don't be scary! You made me swallow all my core. He is such a boring guy!"
Yukidaiba's eyes never moved away from Kenshin, especially the knife mark on his face that never healed, which made the snow-like woman's eyes even colder, but she didn't know how many emotions were covered up.