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

He glanced at the luggage he was holding in his arms, unsure of what to do.

He swallowed hard, watching Okita Souji's short figure rush towards Zuodao Village, his heart burning with anxiety.

Even if you, Miss Okita, are skilled in swordsmanship, there are already dozens of bandits here, and you're all alone...

Just then, Zuocun saw a grave.

This is the cemetery in Zuodaoli Village, with many graves.

But one burial mound is somewhat different from others.

Above it stood a knife.

Zuocun stared at the knife, his mind in turmoil.

Finally, Zuo Cun gritted his teeth, threw his luggage on the ground, and walked to the grave.

He clasped his hands together and said, "I apologize for offending anyone who is resting here... This is a matter of life and death."

He reached out and pulled the knife from the grave, then used his clothes to wipe the dirt off the scabbard.

Zheng—

This sword was slightly shorter than Okita's, but after it was drawn, looking at the reflective blade, Samura felt a pang of panic.

Sheathing the sword, Zuo Cun took a few deep breaths, bowed to the grave, and turned to leave with the emerald green scabbard in his hand.

"I'm here to help you, Ms. Okita!" he shouted, as if to bolster his own morale, and then rushed down the mountain towards the village of Zuodouli.

......

Rintaro was caught in a fierce battle.

His strength was exceptionally average among swordsmen, while his opponent, though ignorant of swordsmanship, relied on brute force and seemingly inexhaustible stamina to forcefully suppress Rintaro to the disadvantage.

Furthermore, Rintaro was wearing a kimono, while the bandit leader was wearing homemade leather armor.

Ping Pong —

The clang of metal rang out as Rintaro parried the bandit leader's slash, but before he could react, he was shoved aside by the shoulder.

Rintaro slammed his back against the stone wall and screamed in pain.

"The son of a feudal lord, nothing special. It seems the former head of the Okita family was just a figurehead." The bandit leader chuckled disdainfully.

He was slashed twice, but it was nothing serious; given his physical condition, he would recover in no time.

In contrast, the frail Rintaro was slammed against the stone wall and nearly fainted.

“I don’t care if you insult this guy, but you can’t insult my father—” Just then, a childish female voice came from behind. The bandit leader involuntarily felt a chill on his neck and subconsciously squatted down.

call out.

His hair bun was cut open, and the bandit leader, who already had very little hair, had even less.

But no one was hurt.

pat.

A little girl, barely 1.3 meters tall, stared coldly at the bandit leader.

“You villain, I will be your opponent.”

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Chapter 277 One Strike, One Head Slash

Zuocun was stunned when he entered the village.

Flames, thick smoke, cries, and two corpses were also seen.

"What to do... what to do...!" Zuo Cun clutched the emerald green knife, completely at a loss.

He only has memories of the past month since he woke up; he has forgotten everything else and has no idea what to do now.

A woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties was running around in a panic.

A grinning bandit followed behind.

The two rushed towards Zuocun Anuo's direction, one after the other.

Zuocun was so frightened that he froze on the spot.

"With a sword... Are you a samurai sir? Please save me, please save me—ah—" When the woman saw Zuo Cun standing there with a sword, she ran even more frantically.

However, she ultimately couldn't outrun the bandit.

The bandit kicked the woman in the leg, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

The bandit grinned maliciously and said, "You think you can escape?"

Zuocun was completely dumbfounded, standing there without even knowing what he was thinking.

"Help—"

The scream reached Zuocun's ears.

With a determined effort, Zuo Cun didn't know what he was thinking, but he charged forward.

"What are you trying to do, kid—Pfft!" The bandit could tell at a glance that Zuocun was not a samurai.

Her body was frail and weak, and her face was pale with fear.

He's just a useless guy with a knife.

Therefore, the bandits never took Zuo Cun, this good-for-nothing boy, seriously. Instead, they leisurely kicked the woman to the ground and were raising their weapons when they saw Zuo Cun rushing towards them.

Although the boy was thin, he was surprisingly strong.

"Run!" he shouted unconsciously.

"Thank you, thank you, sir." The woman quickly got up and ran away.

The bandit got up, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the boy who had bumped into him.

"I'm going to... kill you."

"Eek!" Zuo Cun was startled.

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

Ping Pong —

pat.

Okita Souji was panting heavily.

The bandit leader gave her the feeling of being like a wild boar.

It wasn't a domesticated hog for meat, but—a real wild boar from the mountains, one that even a tiger would find troublesome.

Thick-skinned and robust, with a strong fighting spirit.

Moreover—their physical strength seems inexhaustible.

Okita's wrist strength is comparable to that of an adult; he can wield a sword with one hand, but—

That's all. Apart from that, Okita Souji's Natural Rishin-ryu style of practice is formless. What he learns, apart from basic knowledge, is basically the swordsman's own understanding.

Souji's sword techniques are mostly swift killing moves, fast but lacking in destructive power.

Only if Okita continues to grow, continues to grow—until he surpasses himself in speed—can he transform it into true swordsmanship.

Okita Souji's attack was indeed fierce, but it struck the bandit leader—

It was just a scratch from provoking the wild boar.

"Ouch, that hurts, you brat." The bandit leader clutched the wound on his chest, where blood was flowing.

His eyes were terrifying as he stared intently at the commander, like a demon.

"I'm going to tear you in two, you brat."

Okita Souji's sword only cut through his leather armor and some of the leather, without penetrating inside.

However, he was terrified because if he went too far into the area where Okita Souji had assassinated him, he would surely die.

Furious, the bandit leader gripped his greatsword tightly and charged at Okita Souji like a chimpanzee.

Okita gritted his teeth and stood up, continuing to fight the bandit leader with his eleven-year-old body.

Meanwhile, Rintaro on the other side also managed to regain his senses.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, gripped the sword in his hand, and hesitated.

Sojiro is fighting the bandit leader...

"What should I do now...?"

He was afraid. The bandit leader wasn't strong, but he was physically strong. As a child, even if the commander was strong, he wouldn't have much stamina. He himself was already injured.

what to do!

Gritting his teeth, Rintaro finally decided to charge forward.

......

Zuocun Anuo is dodging the attacks of the mountain bandits.

The bandits did not use swords, which symbolize warriors, but rather a thick wood-chopping axe.

Zuo Cun was terrified, but surprisingly managed to dodge all the bandits' attacks.

"You bastard, you're as slow as an eel..." The bandit was exhausted, his eyes bloodshot.

Instead of slashing, the bandit rammed Zuo Cun's chest with his shoulder.

"what--"

Zuocun felt as if his ribs were about to be broken.

He collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

The bandit, panting, came over carrying his axe.

What to do, what to do? I'll be killed, I'll be killed like the corpses on the roadside!