In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Chapter 273 The Boy from Mutsu

“His current age is... fifteen years old,” an old woman said, pointing to the unconscious boy.

We are currently located above the source.

A hummingbird flapped its wings, flying up and down around the boy.

“This is a good change, Alaya,” the hummingbird said.

“I understand.” The old woman nodded. “This phenomenon indicates that there is much more room for manipulation than when it was introduced to Italy.”

"The process of combating pollution cannot be rushed; we cannot afford the cost," Hummingbird said gravely.

"...Okay, then, just like last time, we'll use this age range for distribution."

No objection.

"Then, let's delve into this part of history..."

"What is your name?"

............

The latter half of 1853.

Mutsu Province.

Edo Castle Shirakawa Domain.

A young boy was walking along, wearing a straw raincoat.

"Ah, who am I...?" the boy lamented.

He wandered through the mountains and fields, knowing only his own name, but not where he came from, much less where he was going.

I found myself in this place out of nowhere, and even my clothes were found on the street.

"Ah, it's a fork in the road."

Two intersections appeared in front of the boy.

"Let's go to the left. My name has already decided this choice." The boy smiled nonchalantly and made his decision quickly.

"Hiss, it's a bit cold." The boy touched his arm and smacked his lips.

Japan is currently in a period of turmoil.

That American general arrived in Uraga-Kamo Village in a large black ship and then forcibly made contact with the government.

This action caused considerable chaos throughout Japan.

They started to panic before the enemy even arrived.

However, those things are temporarily irrelevant to the boy who is currently in this place.

The boy clearly remembered his name and age, but knew nothing else.

Anno Samura, 15 years old.

I am currently in the Shirakawa Domain.

"There seems to be a village ahead?" The boy was rather thin; in this era, it was unlikely that there would be any wealthy commoners besides high-ranking officials and nobles.

Although the boy was thin, he was quite agile.

A village could be vaguely seen ahead. Zuo Cun quickly climbed a large tree by the roadside and looked into the distance.

"There really is a village!"

Guh~~~

Clutching his stomach, Zuo Cun scratched his head.

"Let's try to get some food, and it would be even better if I could stay the night!"

Anno jumped down from the tree and continued forward.

The sun had already set, and the chill of late autumn was gradually creeping in. Anuo shivered.

The village ahead is at least an hour or two's walk from where Anno is now.

"Hurry up." Anuo rubbed his hands together and jogged away.

......

After walking for a while, perhaps because Anuo was jogging, the pace was relatively fast.

"Hey! There seems to be someone ahead!" In front of Anno, on the road, a person wearing a cloak was moving forward.

"Hmm...he's very short." Anno wanted to go up and say hello, but he froze on the spot.

The short figure had a knife slung at his waist.

"Uh......"

I'm a little scared, so I'd better not follow them. I'll just stay far behind.

The current situation is making Anno somewhat hesitant.

Since he's carrying a knife, he's definitely not someone to mess with.

Moreover, due to the Black Ships incident, the whole country is in turmoil, and the number of bandits has surged because of this. In some small places, bandits can even suppress those who follow them.

What if this person in front of us is short, but is he a bandit?

Anno didn't choose to get carried away; instead, he lagged far behind.

But at that moment, the figure with the knife in front seemed to have heard something and turned his head around.

"Eek!" Anuo was startled and instinctively straightened up.

But when he saw the person's face clearly, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The person wasn't short; he was a child.

She's a girl.

The girl placed her hand on the hilt of the sword, watching Anno warily from a distance.

"Who are you?" The little girl's voice was very sweet.

"Calm down, I'm just someone passing by." Anuo took two steps back.

If that little girl swordsman were to charge at him, he would definitely turn tail and run right now.

"That's Zuodaoli Village ahead. You're not from that village, are you?" the girl asked.

"No, but look, I don't have any weapons or anything on me. I didn't mean any harm." Anuo was on the verge of tears. Anyone carrying a knife was either a bandit or a ronin. No matter who this child was, he couldn't afford to offend him. He might as well just run away.

But if I run away, I'll go hungry again today. There's finally a village ahead, and I don't want to give up...

The white-haired girl in the cloak took two steps forward, carefully observed Anno, and then lowered her hand from the hilt of her sword.

Anno breathed a sigh of relief and continued to explain, "I just wanted to see what that village up ahead is like?"

“Zuodaoli Village,” the little girl replied.

“Yes, Zuodaoli Village. Let’s go there and see if we can get some food and then stay the night.” Anuo was a little flustered. “That’s all. There’s no malice intended.”

The girl nodded: "I'll believe you for now."

"Thank you, thank you." Anno nodded with a smile.

"I am a resident of Zuodaoli Village. I am currently studying under a master outside, and I wanted to come back to visit my hometown today," the little girl said as she looked at Anuo who was walking towards her.

Although Anno got close to the girl, he kept himself out of range of her sword swings.

He glanced at the knife at the girl's waist: "I can roughly guess what you've studied..."

The girl didn't speak, but kept a considerable distance from Anuo as she moved forward.

Anuo wasn't much of a talker either, so the two of them walked on in silence.

Suddenly, the little girl stopped.

Anno didn't dare to move either; the one with the knife was a big shot, and he didn't dare to touch him.

The little girl reached into her pocket, pulled out a piece of bread, and handed it to Anno.

"Huh?" Anno was a little stunned.

“I heard the sound of your stomach.”

“…” Anno reached out his hand, his fingers trembling slightly, and took the cake from the girl.

"I will repay this kindness in the future!" Without saying anything else, Anuo held the cake to his chest and looked at the girl with some sadness.

He had been wandering for several days, and this was the first time someone had offered him food.

"You eat first," the little girl said, pursing her lips.

Anno nodded and took a bite of the biscuit.

A few tears fell, but there was no time for Anno to be sad.

Anno finished the dry biscuit with tears in his eyes, then coughed twice.

"May I ask your name?" Anno looked at the girl with a serious expression. "Just like I said, I will repay a debt of gratitude for a meal in the future."

"My name is Zuocun Anuo, I am fifteen years old, nice to meet you." Anuo bowed deeply to the girl.

"My name is Okita Souji, I am eleven years old, nice to meet you."

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Chapter 274 The Okita Family

After a brief self-introduction, the two tacitly stopped talking.

We could already see Zuodaoli Village ahead, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Zuodaoli Village is a relatively large village, and there is a wooden fence at the entrance to prevent bandits.

As dusk fell and the weather turned cooler, there were hardly any people in the village at this time.

Eleven-year-old Okita Souji asked Anno, "Is Mr. Samura now in a state of utter despair?"