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

She is the snake goddess from that day on the mountain. Because she was curious about Ryoma, she now follows him.

Rome pulled Izang up from the ground: "Are you alright, Izang?"

"Ryoma, you big idiot!!!" Okada Izo ran away crying.

Miss Alon: ? ? ?

"Oh dear, this is a difficult situation..." Ryoma scratched the back of his head.

......

Zuocun held his newly bought katana and looked at the stone in front of him.

Beside the stone, dozens of dead knives were stuck in the ground.

It is now November 1854.

Zuocun built a simple wooden shed in the woods to live in and practice swordsmanship. Every time his sword broke, he would go back and find a day job for two days. After earning money, he would immediately buy a sword and come back to Shitou to train his swordsmanship again.

Luslan would occasionally come back to visit Zuo Village and bring him some food or something.

Zuocun endured more than half a year under these harsh conditions.

"Phew..." He looked a bit more muscular, but was still on the thinner side overall.

Leaping high into the air, Zuocun closed his eyes.

rustle--

call out--

The sound of leaves rustling and the wind whispering past his ears.

Since a chaotic era is about to begin, it's not just the blade that's sharp.

One's own body is what should be sharpened most.

As Zuo Cun opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in them.

"Hundred Birds Stream..."

"New Feather Wheel!"

"Further wings—"

Zuocun turned in mid-air, gripping the hilt of his katana tightly with both hands.

From top left to bottom right!

Clang—!!!

The blade sliced ​​through the stone.

His bangs covered Zuo Cun's eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Click.

boom--

The huge rock in front of them suddenly split in two.

The cut marks were as smooth as if they were cut into tofu.

Zuo Cun shook his head, looked at the two halves of the stone in front of him, and smiled knowingly.

With his sword sheathed, Zuo Cun breathed a sigh of relief.

Approaching the fallen swords, Zuocun bowed deeply before turning and leaving.

The rock has split open; there's no need to stay here any longer.

......

"Really? You're leaving?" Luslan, wearing a white lab coat, looked at Zuocun Anuo with a half-smile.

“Yes, I have achieved my training goals, so there’s no need for me to stay in one place any longer.” Zuo Cun nodded. “There are many things in this world that I need to see.”

"Then, I wish you good luck in your military campaigns."

Zuocun patted Luslan on the shoulder: "You're a good foreigner. If I have the chance, I'll come back to Kyoto to see you again."

Anno Samura left Kyoto.

He was going to find his own answer.

This country is undergoing tremendous changes, and the choice should be made after Zuocun has witnessed the current state of the country.

However, during his time living in Kyoto, Samura had already witnessed enough of the shogunate's incompetence.

Stepping on the light snow that had just begun to fall, Zuocun walked along the mountain path once again.

"According to the map, the first village I should be heading in this direction after leaving Kyoto should be... Mibu Village?"

"It's a rather strange name... but it seems to be a fairly large village, and there seems to be a temple inside."

"Let's go take a look."

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Um, I'm sorry.

I was planning to update three times a day, but something came up and I've already used up my drafts, so I need to take a day off. I'm sorry...

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Chapter 290 Divine Sense Without Dao Flow vs. Hundred Birds Flow

"Imbuji..."

Zuocun now has an incredibly capable image.

He wore a gray-brown Wu-style robe, with two swords hanging at his waist: a katana and a bright green wakizashi.

Her hair had grown to shoulder length and was tied up with a rope by Zuo Cun, with all but a few stray hairs tied back.

He looked at the plaque above his head.

"Oh my, I didn't expect to run into someone I know here." At that moment, a voice came from behind.

Zuocun subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see two burly figures standing not far from him.

“Mr. Serizawa,” Samura said instinctively, confirming that he did indeed know him.

Serizawa Kamo, the ronin that Samura met in Edo.

"Long time no see, Samura. You look very different. I didn't even recognize you when I saw your back." Serizawa laughed heartily, hands on his hips.

The burly man next to Serizawa appeared quite composed and nodded to Samura: "Hello."

"Hello, Anno Samura."

"Newly seen brocade."

After introducing himself, Serizawa Kamo's laughter subsided.

Samura observed Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki.

He was also a big, burly man with more chest hair than head hair, and he only had a katana at his waist, but judging from the hilt, it was not a simple katana.

"Why did Samura come back to Mibu Village?" Serizawa asked with a smile.

"I was staying at a friend's house near Kyoto to hone my skills. I'm planning to leave Kyoto soon to see the whole country. I'm just passing through." Zamura smiled. Meeting familiar people in unfamiliar places is always a joy in life. "I happened to hear about a temple here, so I came to take a look."

"Oh! I see!" Serizawa Kamo laughed heartily. "I've been staying in this village recently, it's a really nice village!"

Shinmi Nishiki stood to one side, smiling.

"Is there no monk in this temple? It looks quite deserted." Zuo Cun walked into the temple and looked around.

"It is said that there used to be one." Serizawa Kamo and Nishiki Nishiki also entered the temple and sat down on a stone. "But they left at some point, leaving this temple behind. Now it has become a playground for the children in the village."

“Oh, right, Samura,” Serizawa Kamo suddenly called out.

"Hmm?" Zuocun turned around and glanced at Serizawa Kamo.

"Have you found your reason?" Serizawa Kamo grinned, revealing his teeth. "The reason for drawing your sword."

Samura smiled knowingly: "Thanks to Mr. Serizawa, we've found it now."

"Hehe, is that so?" Serizawa Kamo paused for a second, then continued to laugh.

call--

A north wind blew by, bringing a chill.

Serizawa Kamo and Samura Anno simultaneously gripped the hilt of their knives.

“You look much better than you did back then, Samurai.” Serizawa Kamo stood up and walked to the opposite side of Samurai.

“Thank you for the compliment, Serizawa-kun,” Samura replied with a smile.

What flickered in their eyes was fighting spirit, and... killing intent.

This is what samurai are like.

As long as both people are willing to compete, then...

Let's throw away our lives and fight each other!

Let go of the past, all feelings, and all stances—

Clash!

"Shinto Musen-ryu, Serizawa Kamo!"

"Hyakucho-ryū, Samura Anno!"

Ping! Ping!

Swords clashed, and the metal clanged.

"Hey, hey, that's pretty strong!" Serizawa Kamo seemed a little excited. "Hey, Shinmi, make sure to protect the kids when they come later. This guy and I... might fight for a long time!"

"Don't worry about it, Duck." Although Nishiki Shinmi is just as big and burly as Duck Serizawa, he still acts with considerable grace.

Zuo Cun frowned deeply.