Saito Ippei raised his sword and stared at the reformers who were running away in the corridor.
In this narrow corridor terrain, Saito Kazuo, who is good at thrusting swordsmanship, undoubtedly has a great advantage. In addition, he wears steel wire soft armor, and he is not afraid of being slashed by the sharp edge at all, so the attack is extremely fierce, but
No matter how powerful he was, he could not stop all the escaping reformers, especially those who, seeing the situation bad, rushed into other houses and then escaped through the windows.
Around the corner, a scream that stopped suddenly made Saito immediately alert. After a moment, the figure of Okita Souji appeared and he breathed a sigh of relief. Fighting up to this point has not been easy for anyone.
Looking at the stumps and broken arms lying on the ground, Saito curled up his lips and said, "Well done, brother Okita."
"Huh..." Souji Okita took a breath while stroking his chest, coughing violently, "It's okay, but it's a pity that these ronin's martial arts are mediocre, and the guy from Battosai didn't show up, which is inevitable."
"The powerful ones should all be outside. I don't know what the situation is like with Deputy Chief Hijikata... Don't worry too much. The executioner will appear sooner or later. I have a hunch..."
Okita Souji looked into the distance, blood welling up in his crimson cheeks, and he thought silently: "I hope I can have a fair duel with you while I can still swing my sword. If I can kill you...or die by your hands.
I think I don’t have much time to go to...Batousai."
Kenshin raised his head and looked at the signboard of Yiyiya and was speechless. He never thought that the place where Yukidaiba said to "go out and have a drink with her" was here, otherwise Kenshin would never agree. In Kenshin's heart, he would rather
Let him go to Rensheng Temple alone now, unwilling to step into this restaurant!
Whether it was Kazuyo Sorayama's cold and mocking gaze, Kiriko's excited gaze, or even Sana's concerned gaze, they all made him very uneasy.
"Himura-san, what's wrong? I was here last time and I liked it very much." Yukiyoba saw Kenshin's hesitation and asked softly.
Kenshin shook his head dejectedly. It wasn't that he didn't want to turn around and leave, but it was too late. Kiroko saw Kenshin standing blankly at the door, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared next to the two of them, and his unscrupulous eyes wandered around Yukiyoba.
: "Eh? Xiao Feicun, you haven't killed her yet! You can't really be interested in her..."
"Kiroko-sister!" Kenshin quickly interrupted, grabbing Yukiyoba who was a little shocked by Kiroko's words, and said tactfully: "Ah... um... I haven't come to visit my senior for a long time, so
...By the way, Sister Sanai, are you okay?" Then he squeezed past Wuzi and entered the lively hall, and hurriedly found a table to sit down.
Just when Kiriko was about to go over to entangle her, she was called to her side by Sanai. She lowered her head and didn't know what she was scolded again, so she reluctantly continued her job as a tavern maid.
Sanai walked into the kitchen, and soon walked up to Kenshin with a tray, smiled at Yukiyoba, carefully filled a glass of wine for the two of them, gave Kenshin an encouraging look, and then turned and left.
Went without saying a word.
"Do you know the owner of this restaurant?" the woman asked strangely. In Yukidaba's view, Battousai, who was a major criminal in the shogunate, should not make such a mistake that revealed his identity, and regardless of the attitude of the proprietress or the waitress,
Judging from their attitude, the relationship with Kenshin is obviously not shallow, and the closeness between them can be directly seen from their mutual behavior.
Kenshin picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, exhaling a long breath: "Well, the boss is my senior, he is a close friend with my master, and he has saved my life several times. Without this senior, maybe I would have been there long ago.
He must have been killed by bandits when he was 5 years old."
"Ah! Don't you need to pay a visit? I...wouldn't it be rude for us to do this?"
Kenshin looked at Sanai who shook his head slightly at him, and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, senior doesn't want to see me."
"Why...why? Sorry, Heimura-kun, I was too abrupt. I shouldn't have asked you such a question."
Kenshin shook his head: "It's nothing. Senior thinks that my swordsmanship is too low, and he still participates in the general trend of the world without knowing what he can do."
Yukiyoba was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth for a long time. In her opinion, there was almost no one in the world who could defeat the man in front of her. This man was not one of the so-called "swordsmen" who gained fame through competitions.
They, but in the more than a year since his debut, he has killed hundreds of people and died under his sword, and his reputation has been forged by hundreds of souls!
If it weren't for the use of force to make the opponent almost helpless, that shadowy organization would not have asked her to be an internal agent in order to find his flaws, and the Shinsengumi, who had made people with lofty ideals all over the world change their minds after hearing about it, would not have been killed by him repeatedly.
First.
Such a person was actually criticized for his low swordsmanship... So, how powerful is that person inside? Yukidaiba couldn't help but shudder, and the rosy cheeks brought by alcohol also turned a little pale.
"How can there be such a powerful person in the world..." Yukidaiba murmured.
"Yes... there are many people in the world that you can't imagine, but they just don't want to come out. Moreover, my master may be more powerful than my predecessors."
"Humph!" A familiar cold snort reached Jianxin's ears, causing his hand holding the wine bottle to tremble.
At some point, Kazuyo Sorayama came to Kenshin's table with a plate of exquisite sashimi in his hand, "Boy, even your master wouldn't dare to say that."
"Ah! Senior." Kenshin immediately stood up and bowed to salute. He randomly glanced at Kazuo Sorayama, who was still wearing a scarf, and weakly replied: "My master often tells me this..."
"Nani?! Big bastard! I haven't seen him for a long time. I really want to compete with him... Forget it, why are you here."
"Uh...senpai, I, I'm accompanying my friend." Kenshin looked at Yukiyoba with a guilty conscience, the expression on his face was like that of a child caught in early love.
Kazuyo Sorayama was secretly amused, but his tone was still cold and he said: "We came to Kyoto just to avoid those who are fighting and killing, but every time you show up, you will cause a lot of trouble." After saying that, he ignored the embarrassing words.
Kenshin turned his attention to Yukidaba instead.
Being looked at by Kazuha Sorayama's unabashed scrutiny, Yukiyoba bowed nervously and said: "Senior, my name is Yukiyo..."
"I'm not interested in knowing your name." Sorayama Kazuha rudely interrupted the woman's words, waving his hand to stop Kenshin who was about to speak, "I'm also not interested in knowing your purpose. This kid is a fool, but after all, he is another person.
A disciple of a fool, so... tell the people behind you, no matter what the purpose is, if anything happens to this kid, they will be dead."
Unlike the sensitive and passionate Kenshin, the always cold Sorayama Kazuha does not distinguish between male and female beauty and ugliness when it comes to his enemies. However, at the age of 40, he is not as decisive and ruthless as when he was young. Time and life will still change quietly.
A person, even if this person is a leaf in an empty mountain.
If it were him in the past, he might have already raised his sword and killed him. In addition, the secret enemy was not targeting him after all, so he didn't bother to care about these troublesome things, otherwise there would be no need for such an empty and guilty warning.
But even the slight hint of murderous intent in his words made Xuedeba feel that all the pores in his body were retracted into his skin at this moment, and his whole body was covered with goosebumps; all the blood in his blood vessels coagulated together, as if his soul and body were together.
As if frozen, without any ability to think, it was not until Kazuyo Kuyama disappeared for a long time that she returned to the world at the call of Kenshin. How could her meager martial arts withstand Kazuyo Kuyama's momentum!
"Senior!" Kenshin stood between Kazuyo Sorayama and Yukiyoba. He looked up and stared at Kazuyo Sorayama stubbornly: "Senior, Tomoe is not the person you imagined. She has always been very good to me. We, we are friends.
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"Oh haha..." Kazuye Sorayama smiled hoarsely.
After Kiriko recounted what happened that day, Kazuyo Sorayama knew that there must be something wrong with this woman, no matter how indifferent he was to worldly affairs! He even smelled a familiar scent from this sneaky arrangement for Kenshin.
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Although this woman's martial arts skills were negligible compared to Kenshin's; although this woman looked quite gentle, Sorayama Kazuyo still caught the hesitation, dodge, and deeply buried resentment in her eyes when she looked at Kenshin.
, this is a flaw rooted in the soul, and it is as burning as the scorching sun in his eyes.
"Boy, it seems that your flying sword-reading skills are nothing more than that. You can only read swords but not minds. Forget it, it's your own business after all. After drinking, you can leave as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, Sorayama Kazuchi
Ye stopped talking, turned around, returned to the dull temperament unique to a shop owner, walked into the kitchen and disappeared.
"It's okay, senior, he has been like this since I first knew him. There is no malicious intention." Looking at Yukiyoba who was still a little uneasy, Kenshin quickly comforted him.
Xuedaiba took a deep breath, calmed down her mood, sat at the table, supported her cheek with her hands, and kept drinking. After a long time, she slowly asked: "Who is he..."
"Sword Master." Kenshin raised his hand and pointed in the direction of East Edo, and softly spat out those two words.