Shimazaki and Hijikata glanced at Okita worriedly, and found that Okita was just sitting there quietly.
...More worried.
But now, they have other things to deal with.
The people sitting in this dojo are all top swordsmen in terms of strength, and they are all warriors who have come here from all directions.
Natural Rishin-ryu, Shimazaki Isamu, Hijikata Toshizo, Okita Souji, Inoue Genzaburo.
Intangible flow, Saito Ichi.
Beichen's sword style, Shannan's help.
Shinto Muken-ryu, Nagakura Shinpachi.
Among these people, Okita Souji, Nagakura Shinpachi and Saito Kazuichi are the strongest.
But the oldest and most resourceful ones are Shimazaki Isamu and Hijikata Toshizo respectively.
Nagakura Shinpachi and Shannan Keisuke had known each other for a long time, and Shannan Keisuke had frequently interacted with people at the Natural Rishinryu Examination Hall after they parted ways at Mibuji Temple.
Those sitting here are basically gathered for the purpose of assisting the curtain.
"We have to find a way. The shogunate is now in danger. Stabilizing the situation is the key." Shimazaki Isamu said with a serious face.
"But the nature of class...except for Okita, we all come from humble backgrounds, and we can't even get in touch with the middle levels of the shogunate." Shannan Keisuke was a little distressed.
Miss Okita didn't speak after being mentioned. She just lowered her eyes with a cold face, not knowing what she was thinking of writing.
"I do know some people...but those two were framed by the Ansei Prison opened by Ii Naoki a few years ago and were imprisoned together. Their identities are somewhat sensitive." Nagakura Shinpachi is a calm-looking man. The young man is in sharp contrast to the casual Saitoichi.
"To be involved in Ansei Prison, it seems that the status should not be a problem." Shimazaki Isamu said thoughtfully.
"My brother can also be contacted." Souji Okita said these words without hesitation.
"Brother...referring to the head of the Okita family, Rintaro Okita?" Toshizo Hijikata frowned.
He had heard about this contemporary head of the Okita family.
The adopted son of the former Shirakawa clan lord married the eldest daughter of that clan lord. It seems that he had a conflict with Okita Souji, but they later reconciled.
He is a fairly good head of the family, but his strength is average.
The status is indeed enough, but the strength is indeed a big problem.
The plan drawn up by Hijikata and Shimazaki is to first form a small team, and the samurai in the team are not weak. In this case, they can attract the attention of the shogunate.
Thinking about it this way, absorbing Okita Rintaro is also a good choice.
"Then, I'll leave it to you, Okita." Shimazaki Isamu bowed slightly.
Okita Souji didn't speak any more and just nodded.
Okita Rintaro's current location is the lower boss. Okita occasionally communicates with Okita Rintaro through letters. It is still very easy to find Okita Rintaro.
"We still have to wait and wait for an opportunity." Shimazaki Isamu clenched his fists, "Ii Naomi is dead, and the world will soon be in chaos, and now the slogans of the fall of the curtain are gradually rising. Those of us who can stand on the side of the shogunate Samurai are even more valuable."
"So, for the sake of this country, everyone... please bear with it a little longer."
Everyone in the dojo nodded.
...
Zuocun came to Kyoto.
He wrapped He He and Zhi Yu's scabbards in cloth, leaving only the handles exposed, not wanting to reveal their identity.
His destination is very clear, that is Dr. Lu Silan, who has been very stable in Kyoto.
Without encountering too many obstacles, Zuo Cun returned to this familiar place.
After knocking on the door of the medical clinic, Zuo Cun walked in without saying anything.
Lu Silan, who was writing something with his head down, raised his head and looked at this familiar face, a little surprised: "Zuo Cun? Why are you here?"
Zuocun forced a smile: "Let's see you."
"Sit down first." Lu Silan picked up the cup and went to the cabinet.
He took out the milk bottle from the cabinet, poured a glass of milk, and handed it to Zuocun.
"How have you been lately?" Lu Silan returned to his seat and put on his eyes again, "Japan has been in chaos recently. As a samurai, you must have been involved."
Zuo Cun nodded and shook his head.
"I wasn't involved in it, I was the one who became the whirlpool." Zuomura said bluntly.
Lu Silan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "I understand."
"...Lu Silan, my firend." Zuo Cun took a sip of milk and looked at Lu Silan expressionlessly, "Kyoto may not be safe in the future, so...if... Okay, go back to your country."
"...Thank you." Lu Silan looked at Zuo Cun for several seconds, then smiled.
"You haven't changed, Lord Annuo."
Zuo Cun was in a daze: "What did you say?"
"Nothing." Lu Silan laughed twice, "Haha, maybe you heard wrong."
"Don't leave tonight, have some food here, and let me check if your English level has deteriorated."
Zuo Cun tilted his head in confusion.
Lu Silan smiled and shook his head: "Let's talk about my return to China later."
"...You just have to think it over for yourself." Zuocun didn't persuade him much.
He didn't want to see the relationship tear apart.
But warriors all have their own persistence, which is dignity, a dignity that cannot be trampled on.
But Lu Silan is different. He is just an ordinary foreigner and has no power to control the chicken. That's why Zuo Cun advised Lu Silan to return to his country as soon as possible and not to be trapped in the quagmire of Japan.
But now it seems that Lu Silan also has his own ideas.
Zuo Cun rubbed his head.
It may be that I have been experiencing auditory hallucinations recently due to excessive mental stress.
Zuo Cun sighed, drank the milk in the cup, and licked his lips.
After returning to Tosa, let's rest for a few days, which can be considered as preparation in advance for the coming of troubled times.
...
midnight.
Zuo Cun drank a lot of wine and had already fallen asleep.
Lu Silan seemed to sense something, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.
It seemed that he was going to the toilet, but when he passed a shadow in the corridor, Lu Silan's seemingly thin body suddenly grabbed into the shadow like thunder.
"Uh ah——!" A black figure was pulled out from the shadows.
Lu Silan pinched the ninja's neck without expression.
"Master Annuo has obviously covered up the sword, but you still recognize it, you bastard of the shogunate."
The fingers are well-proportioned and slender, but carry irresistible strength.
The ninja couldn't make a sound and could only keep struggling in Lu Silan's hands.
"I don't want to know what your purpose is... anyway, you are probably trying to recruit something."
"You are not an inevitable element of history."
"so......"
Lu Silan looked at this ninja mercilessly, a scarlet light flashing in his eyes.
"Please don't cause any more trouble to Lord Annuo."
Poof——
