Sword Master! In this era, any child who grew up in a samurai family has heard this special title, and Yukiyoba is certainly no exception. Whether it is his father who is a lower-level samurai or his younger brother, they all live by this person.
Idols, no, they are not just idols, they are simply figures like gods and Buddhas!
Even from the few words she learned, she knew how glorious the sword master had been. However, it was said that the sword master should have also died in that shocking explosion, and even the shogunate had publicly or secretly done so countless times.
It shows that he is no longer alive, so why does he appear in this ordinary shop again? Could it be that Kenshin is lying to himself... No!
Yukishiroba suddenly remembered that the leader of the Choshu Domain Patriots, Katsura Kogoro, seemed to be that disciple, and based on his observations over the past few days, Kenshin and Katsura Kogoro had a very close relationship. They were not as simple as superiors and subordinates at all, but
The care of the seniors for the juniors, especially the words he said to himself, "Are you willing to be the scabbard called the Sword of Himura?"...
Sword... scabbard... Every time Xuedaba, who has long since grown up, recalls this sentence, his face turns red with embarrassment because of the hidden meaning, even in this critical moment when the conspiracy plan is about to be seen through.
Kenshin stared at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression.
What Sorayama Kazuha said just now was very clear. Yukidaiba approached him with a purpose that was not good for him. Kenshin's hand stretched out to the hilt of the sword next to him, "Are you going to kill her..." He just felt the touch on his skin, but
He quickly retracted it as if it were a red-hot iron. No, you can't swing your sword at her!
Kenshin lowered his head and stared at the wine glass that was still rolling on the table. His trembling fingers did not dare to touch the hilt of the sword. Killing the woman in front of him only took a moment, but no matter whether it was out of emotion or reason, he could not let go.
He couldn't make up his mind. Thinking of the suspicious words Kiriko said to him about this woman at the beginning, and the murderous intention towards Yukiyoba in his dream, Kenshin knew clearly that he was not as stupid and lustful as Sorayama Kazuha said.
Xinqiao, just... count the enemies he has killed, whether it is the target of the mission, or the counterattack when chasing and escaping, whether he deserves it or not, he always draws the sword for the righteousness in his heart. But the woman in front of him seems to have never done any harm.
Even though he hurt the organization, he took good care of himself. Even the always wise Katsura Kogoro whom he admired couldn't help but want to match...
As a ruthless executioner, he must not and will not delay the organization's major events because of personal affairs. After tonight, he will send her out of Kyoto tomorrow morning! Kenshin made up his mind and shook his head, held the wine glass, and took a sip.
His eyes happened to meet with the blushing Yukidaba.
"Ahem, um..." Kenshin, who had regained his composure, ignored the ear-heating atmosphere and said coldly: "Miss Yukiyo, I will send you out of the capital tomorrow morning. You, you should go back to your hometown."
Yukishiroba was stunned and looked at the other party blankly. She didn't expect that even after being warned by the senior sword master, Kenshin still didn't think about killing her!
"How could a man with such a soft heart be the legendary cruel executioner Battousai..." She straightened the wine glass and filled it with wine.
"The matter has come to this, it seems that the mission cannot be carried out anymore, but if you really want to kill the person in front of you with your own hands..." Yukishiroba calmed down, his eyebrows seemed to open slightly, and he stared at Kenshin's cheek in confusion.
The scar said: "What will those people you kill see before they die? Although you say you kill people for people's happiness, but... I don't think there is happiness in the world that comes from killing people..."
"I don't kill people randomly."
"You are calculating how much other people's survival value is, not to mention that you have left this calculation to others, and you will only follow what you say."
There was no expression on Kenshin's face, and he replied calmly: "If I know too much about the person performing the task, my sword will hesitate. In order to change the world, this reason is enough. Ms. Yukiyo, we are not from the same world.
, a beautiful woman like you should not be stained with blood, tomorrow morning..."
A fiery figure rushed into the store and shouted at Kenshin: "Get out of here right now!"
Beads of sweat hung on Fan's face. He usually had a nonchalant expression on his face and said urgently, "Mr. Gui is in danger!"
Jian Xin was horrified. In the blink of an eye, he picked up the knife and tied it around his waist, "What on earth is going on?"
"It's the Shinsengumi! It's too late, we must go to support immediately, I said on the way!" Fan took out a handful of coins and threw them on the table, turned around and ran out of the store.
Kenshin looked back at Kiriko who came after hearing the sound, nodded and apologized, and then chased the figure of rice without looking back, not paying attention to the scent of white plums behind him that became increasingly clear due to the intense running...
"Husband..." Sanai stroked his belly and looked at Kazuyo Sorayama with some worry.
"I heard it all. It doesn't matter. It's just a few waves of mad dogs biting each other." Sorayama Kazuyo comforted Sanai with a gentle word, his tone full of indifference.
In fact, he didn't care at all about who won and who lost, who lived and who died. As he said that day, even if Katsura Kogoro died due to the collapse of the curtain, it was only because of his lack of academic skills, and Sorayama Kazuha would never take the initiative to help.
As for taking the initiative to take shelter in a house after encountering danger, that is a different situation.
"What should I do about that kid Kenshin? Although he has superb swordsmanship, there are quite a few skilled swordsmen in the Shinsengumi, and most of them are people who are not afraid of death. If he is under siege, Kenshin won't be able to hold on for long. With that kid's strength
character……"
"What a bastard!" Sorayama Kazuha cursed secretly. Ever since he met Kenshin, the peace of the past has been gone forever. Although he was impatient in his heart, Kenshin was different from Katsura Kogoro, even if he wanted to prevent his wife from losing his temper.
Worry, don't let your close friend end the inheritance, and you can't leave him alone.
"It's okay. With this kid's ability, if he just wants to escape, he won't be any worse than Katsura Kogoro. At worst, I'll take care of them. Kiriko, do you know where they are?"
"In the past few days, many ronin from the Choshu Domain have been around Sanjo Bridge. I also saw a few spies sent by the Shinsengumi there. Although there are many inns there, they should be easy to find when killing them." Kiriko, who is never afraid of trouble.
He came over and looked at Sanai expectantly and said: "Let me go, let me go! Sorayama has sworn not to kill anyone with a knife. The guys from the Shinsengumi are not easy to deal with, and according to the information I have gathered, they seem to have to mobilize
The vassal soldiers encircled and suppressed..."
"Door soldiers?!" Sanai and Sorayama Kazuyo looked at each other and asked solemnly: "Kiriko, now is not the time for joking. Are you sure there are domain soldiers? How many people are there in total? How did you know?"
I can't help but Sana being careless!
If there were only a few dozen people from the Shinsengumi, no matter whether Kazuyo Sorayama stepped forward or Kiriko secretly helped, they would not be able to save Kenshin from danger, but the soldiers of a feudal clan are thousands of regular armed men!
Although it is not enough to surround Kyoto, just blocking these streets is enough to ensure that not a single bird escapes.
"Ninjas naturally have ninja skills. You samurai will not understand!" Kiriko boasted proudly: "How can the big mouths at the training center keep any secrets?"
"Mist!"
"Well... there are about 3,000 people. It seems like that many people. I heard they came from Aizu... Humph, a grumpy old lady..." Seeing that Sana seemed to be angry, Kiriko didn't dare to nag anymore and answered quickly.
"Does the shogunate really dare to disregard the agreement with the feudal lords and send a large army into the city? It seems that it is not as simple as a few fallen ronin going around killing people..." Sanai murmured.
Of course she knew very well the identities of the three of them. If there was an opportunity to kill the three of them, Matsudaira Yongho would certainly not miss it. Taking the opportunity to send troops to surround and kill them seemed to be close at hand!
Her husband was seriously injured and had yet to recover. She was pregnant with Rokko, and Kiroko was not good at fighting head-on. She couldn't help but think about the situation of many feudal soldiers holding iron cannons surrounding the shop, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
An arm held her in his arms, and Kazuyo Sorayama's familiar hoarse voice whispered in her ears: "Zonai, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
"Husband..." Sanai, who had seen countless storms and waves over the years, instantly calmed down. He looked up at Sorayama Kazuyo, suddenly reached out and took off his face, and rubbed the other person's cheek, which was no longer young: "After so many years
, I have made my husband feel wronged."
Seeing that Sorayama Kazuyo wanted to say something, she pressed the man's lips with two fingers and apologized: "My husband is an invincible swordsman in the world. After so many years, he actually put down his sword and picked up the kitchen knife. I know it's all because of my concubine."
Be self-willed."
Sanai broke away from Kazuyo Sorayama's arm, bowed solemnly, and then said firmly: "Kyoto is already very dangerous. Now that I am pregnant with the child of the Sorayama family, we cannot take any risks! This restaurant cannot continue to operate.
Come on, Wuzi, go pack your things, take only money and weapons, leave everything else here."
Wuzi was shocked, "Zonai, you're not confused because you're pregnant! Besides, it's open now..." "I can't care about that much now! We'll leave as soon as we finish cleaning up."
"Where are my beautiful clothes and jewelry? Okay, okay, who made you a big lady..." Looking at Zonai's increasingly stern eyes, Wuzi pouted, bent down and ran upstairs. In fact, she was even more reluctant to part with it.
The good wine that I have secretly saved over the years, and even more reluctant to part with the tacit understanding of secretly drinking with Sorayama Kazuha...
Sorayama Kazuyo watched the two women start to work in silence. Although he felt that Sanai's response was a bit excessive and lamented that the peaceful days were about to be gone forever, but he knew the virtue of the shogunate better than Sanai: once the shogunate felt that
If he has a chance to win, he will definitely kill himself at all costs.
As for where to go next, Kazuyo Sorayama was not worried at all. He knew that Sanai must have made arrangements. "It seems that he is slacking off..." He smiled to himself, took out a bottle of wine and drank slowly
Pour and drink by yourself.
Not long after, Kiriko carried a huge package that almost covered her whole body and ran up to Sorayama Kazuyo with several weapons in hand. She said breathlessly: "Sorayama, Sana has gone crazy, and you don't even try to persuade her."
"Kiriko!" Sanai walked into the kitchen and put down the tray in his hand, "If you hadn't concealed the news that the feudal soldiers had entered the city, how could we be in such a mess."
"I……"
"Okay! Now is not the time to explain. Also, how can you hide your whereabouts and throw away everything except the money!" Zona couldn't help but snatched the huge package and only took away the valuables.
He stood up, stuffed it into Wuzi's arms, and let other messy clothes scatter on the ground.
Regardless of Kiriko's aggrieved look, she held up a sword wrapped in silk and handed it to Kazuyo Sorayama: "Husband, take it with you."
Ichiyo Sorayama's cheeks, which seemed to have remained motionless for a thousand years, were deeply wrinkled. He slowly took it and opened the sword bag, revealing his beloved sword, Changshang Hikari, which had been with him through life and death for many years. The familiar touch made him sigh with emotion:
I haven’t used this old friend for nearly ten years!
Kazuyo Sorayama took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the sword. It seemed that he could hear his old friend cheering for joy. However, in just a moment, he put away the momentum that was about to explode and calmly wanted to sheath the sword.
Sanai stopped Kazuyo Sorayama with his left hand, caressed Kazuyo Sorayama's wrist with his right hand, slid it along the back of his hand to the blade, and then continued downward... his palm suddenly grasped the extremely sharp blade!
Suddenly, a wisp of blood covered the entire blade along the blade pattern, until it dripped on the ground from the beginning of the cut.
"Zona! It seems you are really crazy!"
Ignoring Kiroko's screams, she stared into Kazuyo Sorayama's eyes of surprise and regret, and said softly: "Husband, the oath I was forced to make by my concubine no longer exists from this moment on!"
"Zonai, you don't have to be like this..." Kazuyo Sorayama gently opened his wife's fingers, "I know what you mean, but I..."
"You are a natural swordsman, a contemporary swordsman." Zonai said calmly: "I don't want you to be doubtful when you draw the sword, not for my sake, not for our children, just for yourself! Husband, I can't
Bear with you being hurt again because of me.”
Kazuyo Sorayama now fully understood the meaning of what his wife had done, and he secretly made up his mind, but he still said firmly: "Don't worry, Zana, when it's time to use my sword to kill, I won't hesitate, even if it's for you.
"
Wuzi squeezed over and applied medicine and bandage to Zonai, while complaining: "I really don't know what you are doing. Okay, Zonai, where are we going now?"
"Find Kenshin first and protect his safety, and then we go to Otsu."
"Otsu?"
"It is closer to Kyoto than the village at the foot of the mountain. I have prepared a residence there..."
The small shop is still bustling, but the three people inside have disappeared. I don’t know when I will be able to taste the excellent cooking skills of our boss again...