I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

In the third year of Kansei (1791), a certain day in April——

Kii, somewhere—

"Wait, wait..." Smith, who was covered in dirt and was extremely embarrassed, shouted to Hexubee who was walking quickly in front of him, "Lord Hexubee...don't go so fast...wait for me... "

Hebei, who was also covered in dirt, frowned, turned his head, and glanced coldly at the arms dealer who was limping behind him.

Seeing this Englishman who was either crying out for tiredness or suffering every day, Kasuga couldn't help but start to reflect - when the Hikari Maru was blown up, he desperately took this man who he thought was worth saving him. Guy escape, is it the right choice.

"Mr. Smith." Hexube said lightly, "I would like to ask you to take out the motivation to swim to escape with a wooden plank after the Hikari Maru was blown up."

"Just hold on for a while longer."

"Walk a few more miles and you'll reach the town."

"Lord Hexube..." Smith showed a crying expression, "Where are we going?"

"...Back to Ryukyu."

"Huh?" Smith opened his eyes.

"Toyotomi...it won't just perish like this!" A fierce and fierce light burst out from Hebei's eyes.

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The fifth year of Kansei (1793), a certain day in June

Osaka, somewhere—

Duanjiro looked at the scroll with the two big Chinese characters "Fazhu" hanging in front of him with smugness.

"No matter how long it will take... our Fa-kill team will complete the great ambition of destroying the shogunate!" Duanjiro clenched his hands tightly on his legs.

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