Chapter 813 The Prajna Party of the Law Enthusiast has Arrived! [Hyakusara 6K2]
Chapter 813 The Dharma Punishes the Party·Prajna, please join! [Leopard Update 6K2]
Kyoto, Sanjo Bridge (west of Kamogawa), Ikedaya, a room on the second floor——
Katsura Kogoro took off the sword from his waist and held it with his right hand.
When he entered the room, there were already many people sitting inside.
Seeing Katsura Kogoro's arrival, just like Moses parting the sea, everyone in the room moved to the left and right to make way for the main seat.
"Mr. Gui, please come here!"
A humble-looking samurai—he was Otaka Matajiro, who was also the leader of the Zunbo faction—came forward and made a "please" gesture to Katsura Kogoro.
Katsura Kogoro nodded and stepped forward.
At this time, Otaka Matajiro looked confused.
"Mr. Gui, who is this?"
As he asked, he raised his gaze and looked straight at the young samurai who was following Katsura Kogoro, carefully looking him up and down.
I saw that this man was slender and quite tall, about 1.7 meters tall. He had no waist and was only wearing a sword with a red and purple handle and sheath.
He was obviously wearing a formal kimono, but he was wearing a Western bowler hat on his head and a Western cloak hanging down to his waist.
A mix of Japanese and foreign... This look is as weird as it gets.
After seeing this person dressed like this, everyone in the room showed displeasure.
Everyone here is a fan of Zunxing Thought.
They were sincerely disgusted and repulsed by everything related to the West - whether it was ideas or clothing.
Therefore, it is not surprising that everyone has such a reaction now.
When they saw this man wearing a Western-style hat and a Western-style cloak openly in front of them, they all felt angry and cast displeased and angry glances at him.
Katsura Kogoro explained calmly:
"This is my bodyguard."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man raised his hand to press the top hat on his head and bowed slightly.
"Gui'an, I am Katsura Kogoro's bodyguard. Please give me your advice."
As he spoke, a playful look emerged from the brim of his hat.
"...Hey, what's going on with your outfit?"
What is supposed to come will come - a strong, thick warrior suddenly stood up, raised his feet and moved to the side of the "Top Hat Samurai".
The "Top Hat Samurai" spread his hands with an "innocent" look on his face:
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my outfit?"
The "Majestic Warrior" gritted his teeth and pointed at the opponent's hat and cloak.
"Your hat! And your cloak! It's really an eyesore! We don't welcome people wearing Western clothes here! I'll give you two options now, either take off your hat and cloak, or get out with your clothes on."
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Having said that, the "Majestic Warrior" raised his right hand and held down the handle of the sword at his waist. The threat was no longer strong.
However, in the face of the fierce threats from the "Majestic Samurai", the "Top Hat Samurai" reacted very calmly.
He raised his head slightly and glanced at the other party calmly.
"What if I say 'I refuse'?"
"I will neither take off my hat and cloak nor leave Katsura Kogoro's side."
"What can you do to me? What can you do to me?"
Suddenly, the room was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
The "Majestic Warrior" suddenly frowned, his eyes bulged, and veins popped out on his neck and temples.
Then he heard a "clang" sound - he raised his left thumb, pressed it against the tangent of the knife, and pushed the knife out more than an inch, revealing the red copper tenon.
The opponent's murderous intent has appeared! On the other hand, the "Top Hat Samurai" - he didn't move at all, everything remained the same, standing upright, with his arms hanging naturally, looking calm and calm.
At this critical moment, a large and generous hand poked out from the slanting thorn, blocking the way between the "Top Hat Samurai" and the "Majestic Samurai".
"Enough!"
Katsura Kogoro raised his voice and his sharp gaze swept across the audience.
"Are we gathered here just to fight?"
"It's like starting a fight before the meeting even starts. What kind of talk is that!"
"The internal fighting between our lofty ideals has gone on for too long! Enough blood has been shed!"
"Are we going to continue fighting within this small space?"
"Matsuda-kun, put your sword back!"
"Tonight... no, no matter when or where we are, we, as lofty men and women, can no longer draw swords against our companions!"
"It is in order to achieve this goal that I have been running and struggling until now!"
The "Mighty Samurai" who was called "Matsuda-kun" hesitated for a moment, snorted coldly, and put the sword back into its sheath with a clang.
"Boy, save your life!"
As he spoke, he glared at the "top hat warrior" several times, then sat back down angrily.
The "Top Hat Samurai" shrugged, and a meaningful chuckle came from the corner of his mouth.
Katsura Kogoro glanced at him angrily.
"Let's go!"
Before he finished speaking, Katsura Kogoro strode towards the main seat of the room.
"Top Hat Samurai" raised his heels.
He slightly closed the distance between him and Katsura Kogoro, and whispered at a volume that only the two of them could hear clearly:
"Kogoro, you saved that man's life. Your dissuasion just now was very timely. If you had been even half a minute slower, that man's meal would have fallen to the ground."
Katsura Kogoro lowered his face, put on the same volume that only the two of them could hear clearly, and said half as a warning, half as a request:
"Let me tell you first, you can't mess around tonight."
"Top Hat Samurai" chuckled:
"I'll try my best."
Katsura Kogoro turned his head slightly, stared at him with complex eyes for a few times, and then stopped talking and ignored him.
After sitting down on the main seat, Katsura Kogoro turned to look at Odaka Matajiro:
"Otaka-kun, where is Mr. Miyabe? Hasn't he arrived yet?"
Otaka Matajiro replied:
"Mr. Miyabe should be arriving soon."
Coincidentally, as soon as Katsura Kogoro finished asking, the sound of footsteps coming from far and near came from the direction of the corridor.
With a bang, the door was pushed open.
A middle-aged man, about 45 years old, walked into the room slowly.
When this middle-aged man appeared, everyone present, including Katsura Kogoro, looked at him with respect.
I saw this man with a neatly shaved head, neither fat nor thin, and an average appearance.
However, his thick, thick eyebrows and piercing eyes are very eye-catching.
Especially his eyes, which are the best explanation for the phrase "eyes like lightning", they look not angry but confident.
He is none other than Miyabe Daizo, whom even Katsura Kogoro would be respectful to!
Miyabe Daizo - born in the 3rd year of Bunsei (1820), was originally the Yamaga Ryu military lecturer of the Kumamoto Domain and a close confidant of Sanjo Minori.
His eyes moved around the room, finally settling on Katsura Kogoro, and he sent his greetings in a neutral tone:
"Guijun, long time no see."
Katsura Kogoro bowed slightly and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:
"Mr. Miyabe, after a long absence, may I ask if you are well?"
"Well, it's nothing serious. I'm just getting older, so my legs and feet are not as flexible as before."
As he spoke, he sat next to Katsura Kogoro, and the two of them sat with their knees touching.
At this time, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door:
"Dear guests! We are here to deliver drinks!"
The samurai sitting by the door responded:
"Come in!"
With a "Okay", the door opened again, and the assistants of Ikeda House filed in--Tai Nosuke was among them.
The servants held wine trays filled with freshly warmed wine, tiptoed carefully and walked into the room softly.
The guests in the room were all samurai. They all followed the etiquette of the samurai family and took off their sabers from their waists and placed them on the ground beside their right bodies.
There are sabers all over the floor... Once you accidentally step on or kick the sabers of these samurai masters, it's no joke, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster!
Therefore, for the sake of their own lives, the mobile agents had to concentrate and work hard.
For Yamazaki Hao, who is a professional ninja, this little thing is not a big deal.
While he nimbly dodged the sword on the ground and served the drink, he quietly turned his eyes and looked around, looking for the figures of important figures such as Katsura Kogoro.
After a while, he found Katsura Kogoro sitting on the main seat, as well as Otaka Matajiro, Kitazaki Mo and other well-known people with lofty ideals.
——Which one is Miyabe Daizo?
Compared to Katsura Kogoro, whose portraits are everywhere, Miyabe Daizo, who often works in secret and rarely comes to the stage, has a mysterious appearance.
So far, the shogunate has not drawn an accurate portrait of him.
Just when Yamazaki Hao was secretly worried, someone offered him an "assist":
"Miyabe-sensei, please put your sword here to avoid being stepped on."
The speaker was a young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.
He had good intentions.
However... as soon as he finished speaking, sharp and fierce gazes were directed at him!
Yamazaki Hao immediately turned his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to Katsura Kogoro.
——He is Miyabe Daizo...!
He was secretly happy in his heart, but looked as if nothing had happened, pretending not to hear the conversation just now.
After firmly remembering Miyabe Daizo's appearance, he and the other concubines quickly handed over the drinks and then slowly exited the room.
As soon as they left, severe accusations broke out in the back room.
"You bastard, how can you mention Mr. Miyabe's name casually in front of outsiders?!"
The young man just lowered his head in shame:
"Ten, I'm very sorry! I was stupid!"
The young man became the target of public criticism.
Fortunately, Miyabe Kanazou came to the rescue and said:
"Okay, it's just a small oversight, don't worry about it, just pay more attention in the future."
Since Miyabe Daizo said so, everyone had no choice but to give up and no longer pursue the young man's fault.
Miyabe Daizo glanced at the drink in front of his knees, and then looked at everyone present.
After a while, his eyes fell on the "top hat samurai" next to Katsura Kogoro.
"Guijun, who is this?"
"Mr. Miyabe, he is my bodyguard."
Miyabe Daizo raised his eyebrows and put on a surprised tone:
"Bodyguard? Mr. Gui, it's really strange that you hire a bodyguard."
As far as Miyabe Daizo knew, Katsura Kogoro had never hired bodyguards to protect himself before.
Katsura Kogoro smiled bitterly:
"He was... forced on me by one of my 'friends'. He said that Kyoto is currently full of dangers and it would be much safer to take him along."
Somehow, when the word "friend" was mentioned, Katsura Kogoro had a strange look on his cheeks.
Miyabe Daizo showed an "I see" expression on his face, turned to look at the "Top Hat Samurai", looked up and down several times, and asked:
"May I ask what your name is?"
The "Top Hat Warrior" curled up the corners of his mouth, raised his hand, and pretended to press the top hat on his head.
"I don't have a name that I can tell you. You can just call me 'Prajna'."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense...
Miyabe Cauldron is hidden in the hearts of most people present and has an extremely high status.
Mr. Miyabe is asking you a question. You're just pretending, but you're not even willing to give me a serious name!
Everyone here already hated this guy wearing Western clothes, and now they hate him even more.
In order to ease the atmosphere, Katsura Kogoro had to explain helplessly:
"I'm very sorry. He doesn't know the etiquette. Please forgive me."
The "majestic warrior" who just had a conflict with the "top hat warrior"...that is, the "majestic warrior" who had a conflict with Prajna, let out a few explicit sneers, and taunted in a low voice:
"Hmph! Hiding your head and covering your tail, don't you even have a name that can be used to reveal yourself to others?"
Prajna did not tolerate the other party, and directly responded:
"I'm just too lazy to tell you my real name to you losers."
Wine sack and rice sack - this title is like a huge stone falling into the lake, causing thousands of waves to rise immediately!
In an instant, a bunch of angry gazes stabbed directly at Prajna.
"What did you say?!"
The "Majestic Warrior" stood up, the anger in his eyes almost ready to burst out.
Prajna calmly crossed his legs, raised his right arm, and supported his chin:
"Huh? Did I say something wrong?"
"Don't you think you are very capable?"
"Let me ask you—"
"Is there anything about you that doesn't make people think you're a loser?"
"Is there anything about you that makes people look up to you?"
"Is it the fiasco of the 'Xiaguan War'?"
"Or is it the embarrassment of the 'August 18th Coup'?"
"Are you still a coward who is being chased and beaten by the Shinsengumi, unable to walk openly on the streets of Kyoto, and who doesn't even dare to state your name in a Kyoto hotel?"
After throwing out this series of questions like a machine gun, Prajna swept his eyes leisurely and leisurely - his eyes full of strong mockery - across the faces of everyone in front of him.
Everyone who was caught by his gaze lowered their heads, looked away, and did not dare to look at him, as if they had done something wrong.
There is a saying that "Lies will never hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife."
What Prajna just said, it can be said that every word is like a thorn and every sentence is like a knife.
Even if you want to argue, you can't refute it.
In recent years, the performance of the Zunhuang sect has indeed been very bad - to put it harshly, it is extremely embarrassing!
First, Changzhou boasted about Haikou, which resisted the barbarians, and on May 10 last year, it put on a posture of saying, "The barbarians will never come back."
Even the imperial court had high hopes for Changzhou and praised Changzhou's righteous deeds.
However... the U.S.-French allied forces only sent a few warships and defeated Changzhou without losing a single soldier. It showed how big the face was.
Not only were the Zun-Peng faction disgraced, but the imperial court, which had always supported the Zun-Pang faction and fully believed that Changzhou would fight a good fight, also turned into a ridiculous clown.
Then came the "August 18th Coup", when Changshu was driven out of Kyoto by the Huisa Allied Forces, losing its biggest advantage of "holding the imperial court hostage".
Then, there is the current "fear of the Shinsengumi like a tiger".
After the "August 18th Coup", Kyoto became completely dominated by the Sabaku faction.
The Shinsengumi were in charge of public security in Kyoto and hunted down people with lofty ideals.
Although the Shinsengumi has not caught any big shots so far, they have caught a lot of small fish and shrimps.
As a result, the loyal warriors can only lurk in various corners of Kyoto. When they see the samurai wearing light green feathers, they turn around and run away, which is almost a stress reaction.
Although everything Prajna said was true, the dignity of warriors and the respect for those with lofty ideals made them unwilling to look directly at this cruel fact, let alone face it.
"You...bastard...!"
The "Majestic Warrior" squeezed out a hoarse roar from between clenched teeth.
In the next moment, he pounced on the opponent like a tiger!
As soon as he said it, his big hands had already grabbed the other person's collar.
At this moment, Miyabe Daizo suddenly spoke:
"...Matsuda-kun, stop!"
The "Majestic Warrior" paused immediately, his big hand stopped in mid-air, his fingertips only half an inch away from Prajna's skirt.
"Miyabe-sensei?"
He looked at Miyabe Daizo with a puzzled expression.
Miyabe Daizo repeated calmly:
"Matsuda-kun, stop."
"Your anger will only make people look down on us even more."
“Don’t we, who respect people with lofty ideals, even have the ability to humbly accept criticism and face accusations honestly?”
Having said this, he pointed to Prajna and turned up the volume.
"Did he make a mistake just now?"
"He's telling the truth, isn't he?"
"If we become furious just because others tell the truth and point out our failures and shortcomings, and even resort to force to prop up our poor self-esteem, then we should disband as soon as possible and go back to our own homes!
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"How can such an arrogant and closed-door organization achieve anything?"
The loud voice of Miyabe Daizo clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Looking up, whether it was the "Majestic Warrior" or others, everyone looked ashamed at this time.
After hesitating for a moment, the "Majestic Samurai" bowed respectfully to Kyouzo Miyabe:
"Teacher Miyabe, I realize that I was wrong..."
After that, he sat back down silently, his appearance becoming extremely docile.
Just a few words made everyone who was originally furious regain their composure... The prestige of Miyabe Kanae among respected people is evident.
After harshly criticizing, Miyabe Daizo turned slightly sideways and faced Katsura Kogoro.
"Guijun, I'm sorry, I made you laugh."
After hearing this, Katsura Kogoro quickly responded:
"No, it was our side that was rude first! It was me who wanted to say 'sorry' to you!"
Although the process was quite tortuous, a conflict that almost broke out was finally eliminated due to the mediation of Miyabe Daizo.
Katsura Kogoro let out a long sigh of relief, then turned his head slightly and cast a murderous and murderous look at Hannya.
"You guys... are you here to protect me, or are you here to harm me?"
Prajna shrugged and spread his hands:
"Sorry, that's just me."
"I'm outspoken, I can say whatever I want, and I never spoil anyone."
"Because of my unpleasant personality, I often get scolded by my master."
He was apologizing, but there was no sincerity on his face.
In short, after this small disturbance, the order on the scene has finally returned to normal.
Miyabe Daizo asked while scanning the entire audience:
"Is everyone here?"
Otaka Matajiro replied:
"Almost everyone is here."
Miyabe Daizo nodded lightly:
"Then, without further ado, let's start tonight's meeting!"
At this time, Katsura Kogoro frowned slightly and looked around.
"Wait! Where is Yoshida-kun? Where did Yoshida-kun go?"
The Yoshida-kun he spoke of was none other than Yoshida Nomo, one of the "Third Showmen of the Shoin Sect" and "The Four Heavenly Kings of the Shoin Sect".
Miyabe Daizo, Katsura Kogoro, and Yoshida Minoru—in this meeting tonight, these three people have the most noble status.
Faced with Katsura Kogoro's inquiry, Miyabe Daizo smiled slightly:
"Just before departure, Yoshida-kun accidentally kicked over the tea and wet the hakama. He had to change his clothes again, so he had to arrive later."
After hearing this, Katsura Kogoro smiled helplessly:
"Ha...Yoshida-kun is still the same, too serious."
Yoshida Minoru is a person who attaches great importance to tradition. His character is conservative at best and old-fashioned at worst. Because of this, he, like Gensui Kusaka, went all the way to the dark side on the road of "radical resistance to foreigners".
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He enjoys the red tape that others fear to avoid.
"Yoshida-kun hasn't arrived yet, let's wait for him for now."
As soon as Katsura Kogoro finished speaking, Miyabe Daizo shook his head:
"No, Yoshida-kun told me personally that we should start the meeting first without waiting for him."
Now that Miyabe Daizo had said so, Katsura Kogoro was too embarrassed to continue to insist, so he could only nod in agreement.
As the instruction to "start the meeting" was given, everyone stood up and adjusted their seats.
Katsura Kogoro and Miyabe Daizo sat side by side on the main seat. The others were divided into two rows on the left and right according to their status, and sat under Katsura, facing each other.
The meeting begins!
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Kyoto, Kiyamachi (west of Kamogawa), somewhere——
"Shinpachi, where are we now?"
Souji looked around blankly and asked Shinpachi beside him.
Nagakura Shinpachi looked around.
"I don't know... all I remember now is that the river in the distance is Kamogawa."
How many hotels and izakayas have been searched since the battle?
They have lost count.
All I know is that as soon as they see a hotel or an izakaya, they rush towards it and then leave without any gain.
As time went by, their fighting will, which was aroused by Qingdeng's passionate speech, gradually diminished.
Damn it, tonight happens to be a standard "tropical night".
The temperature is high, the humidity is high, and the body temperature is directly off the charts.
The extremely uncomfortable and muggy weather further dampened their fighting spirit.
After repeated blows, when I looked up, there was no trace of life left on everyone's face.
At this moment, they were trotting towards their next target.
Souji looked up at Isamu Kondo in front of him.
"Brother Kondo, where are we going now?"
Isamu Kondo took out the map from his pocket and took a look.
"The place we are going to now...is the 'Ikedaya' next to Sanjo Bridge!"
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