"Look at this Zuo Cun, he is so inferior." Serizawa Kamo was holding a glass of wine, half lying on a chair, laughing and looking at the drunk and unconscious Zuo Cun on the other side.
Shinjian Nishiki drank sake with his head down, smiling and saying nothing.
Zuo Cun was already a little delirious, slapping his hands on the table: "Come on, drink some more, drink some more!"
Although Serizawa was laughing at Zuomura, his face was actually red. He slapped the money on the table: "Boss, pay!"
"Okay." The boss, also a young man, smiled generously.
...
The next morning, Zuocun covered his head and sat up.
"Is this... that temple?" His hair was messy and he was doubtful about life.
I seemed to be...drunk last night?
Suddenly, a snoring sound like thunder sounded around him.
Turning his head stiffly.
Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki, two tough men who were stronger than Samura in two halves, were sleeping in a bad posture and snoring.
Grass.
This is what Zuo Cun is thinking now.
How could I drink too much?
Zuocun covered his head, doubting life.
At only sixteen years old, Zuomura Annuo experienced the beauty of drinking for the first time, and at the same time, he also realized how terrible it is after drinking too much...
The knife and pheasant were thrown aside. Zuocun sighed, kicked the quilt aside, picked up the knife and put it on his waist. Zuocun opened the door.
Ah, it's almost noon.
The dazzling sunlight shone in, and Zuo Cun subconsciously covered his eyes, but two screams came from behind.
"Eyes, eyes, eyes - ah!!!" Their eyes were suddenly illuminated by strong light, Serizawa Kamo and Shinmi Nishiki shouted in unison, covering their eyes and rolling on the tatami with their plump bodies.
Zuo Cun was startled: "Hey, Serizawa, Shinmi, what are you two's names!"
Although Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki are much older than Samura, they still give people the impression that they still maintain a quite young mentality.
A bit taken for granted, a bit straight-tempered.
"Huh? Zuo Cun, you're already awake." Serizawa rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"I'm leaving, Serizawa." Zuomura didn't say much.
The wine has been drunk, so there is no need to say any more words of farewell.
"Hoho, right?" Stretching, Zuomura couldn't help but think of creatures like black bears. Serizawa Duck laughed twice, "Going to Owari?"
Zuocun nodded.
"Then, I wish you good luck in martial arts." Xin Jianjin sent his blessing.
"Grateful."
...
"Ryoma, are you going to Edo again?" Okada Izo looked at the tall figure with a sore nose.
Ryoma was wearing a Wu uniform with a pigtail, his back turned to Okada Izo, and beside him was the snake god Miss Aaron.
"Yes, Izo, I will come back. After all, Tosa is my home." Turning back slightly, Ryoma showed a smile.
"You guy, you are so weak in swordsmanship, why are you still staying in Edo?" Okada Izo groaned angrily, "If you hadn't been with Miss Aaron by your side, you would have died long ago!"
"Hmph, Miss Aaron appreciates what you said." Miss Aaron patted Yi Zang's head kindly.
"Hey!" Okada Izo was scared to death and hid quickly.
"Izo." Ryoma rarely showed a smile, but turned around and looked at Izo seriously.
"...Ryoma?" Izo froze on the spot, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar friend.
"Japan is changing, and the days of stability are gone." Ryoma's tone was low, "We... are no longer children."
"I will come back, but, at least for now, I can't stay in Tosa."
"I will do my part for Japan, my part, even if I may not be able to do anything." The figure of a man named Sakamoto Ryoma suddenly became extremely tall in the eyes of Okada Izo.
Ryoma turned around, a knife at his waist.
After all, being weak in swordsmanship is just a joke. Is Sakamoto Ryoma, the master of the Beichen Ittaku tradition, really weak?
"Troubled times are coming, Izo, I hope you are well."
Ryoma's figure gradually faded away, and even with Miss Aaron beside him, Okada Izo could see the feeling of being alone.
Izo didn't shed tears, he just smiled, put his hand to his mouth like a trumpet, and shouted loudly: "Hey, Ryoma————"
"You must become a big shot——!!!"
Sakamoto Ryoma didn't look back, he just stretched out a hand and waved it.
The road ahead for the dragon and horse is the dragon.
...
In Edo, there is a natural Rishin-ryu test clinic.
Okita Souji is twelve years old and is practicing swinging his sword.
She is worthy of her title as a genius swordsman.
During the competition with Shusuke Kondo, it was possible to force Shusuke Kondo to hold a knife with both hands.
When kendo practice reaches a certain level, in addition to necessary physical exercise, mental transformation is often more important.
Okita Souji, the perfect sword embryo, finally fully revealed his talent under the training of Kondo Shusuke.
Okita Souji himself was very nervous.
Sword training for women is still much more troublesome than for men.
She is already twelve years old, and the most critical physiological phenomenon for women is about to arrive.
You must...complete your transformation before that!
Her eyes were sharp, staring ahead without any distractions.
Holding the knife behind his back with both hands and putting his hands to his ears, Okita Souji narrowed his eyes slightly.
Thrust——
Using both feet, Souji Okita stabbed forward.
Buzz——
Time seemed to have stood still.
Okita Souji, who sprinted out, completely disappeared from the spot.
"One step - Yueyin!!!"
Before he finished speaking, Okita Souji suddenly appeared in another place.
Kondo Shusuke, who was observing Okita Souji's training, stood up in fright.
"That was just...!?"
Okita Souji maintained his stance of thrusting his sword.
"Huh...huh..." She breathed heavily, looking at her knife.
"Just now I......?"
Before he finished speaking, Okita Souji felt a severe sense of fatigue coming over him.
She fell to the ground involuntarily, but was caught by Kondo Shusuke.
Kondo Shusuke looked at the unconscious Okita Souji, his eyes filled with shock and joy.
"Soji...you have already had your first glimpse of the secret!"
he whispered.
After sending Okita Souji back to his room, Kondo Shusuke came to the courtyard and sat under a tree.
Today's night sky is exceptionally clean, with only a bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Kondo Shusuke's health was very poor, and the doctor even told him to try not to hold a knife.
These disciples often explore the natural flow of emotions on their own.
And now, Kondo Shusuke finally sees hope.
"The secret of Tenrishin-ryu - Shuchichi!" He rarely took out a small bottle of sake, smiled and sat under the tree, drinking to himself, "Finally... there is hope for your friend to bring you Let’s flourish again!”
Laughing heartily, Kondo Shusuke drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
