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

Even an ordinary knife should be treated with care.

Nishiki Shinmi noticed Samura's katana.

It looks quite new, but some parts have already developed chipped edges.

"So, despite his immense strength, he only possesses such an ordinary sword?" Niimi Nishiki sighed.

Samura Anno's strength was enough to rank him among the top ten samurai he had ever met, but even such a powerful samurai only had an ordinary katana.

"My wakizashi is pretty good, but as for my katana, I mostly buy them from katana shops in Kyoto." Samura didn't seem to care, and just quietly wiped his sword.

"The sword is the life of a samurai." Serizawa Kamo turned around and said seriously. The children had already run off to play with their drawings, and he walked back.

"It is a beautiful story when a fine samurai has a fine sword to match him." Serizawa Kamo drew his katana.

The katana gleamed with a cold light, showing no signs of dulling or other defects.

"If you want a good sword, Mr. Samura, I can make an introduction, but I don't have a good relationship with that man, and it would cost quite a bit to have him forge a sword."

"Please feel free to speak," Zuocun said with a smile.

"Great idea! I won't hide it from you!" Serizawa laughed twice. "Go to Owari. A strange man is currently staying there."

"The fourth-generation direct descendant of Shuixinzi Zhengxiu!"

Serizawa Kamo's reputation left Samura Anno somewhat stunned.

"Shui Xinzi... Zhengxiu?"

Shuixinzi Zhengxiu is not a person's name, but a title.

The first generation of Mizushinko Masahide was undoubtedly a remarkable person.

The greatest achievement of Suishinko Masahide was that he advocated reviving the ancient sword-making methods and carried forward the sword-making techniques of the Kamakura period in the new era. He was a truly great man.

Later, his successors, who inherited his sword-forging skills, spread their lineage and carried on this name to this day.

At this time, Shui Xinzi was in his prime, and the lineage had already reached the fourth generation.

And this successor is, at this very moment, in Owari.

"If you really manage to get your hands on a knife, remember to bring it to me so I can see it." Serizawa Kamo patted Samura's shoulder.

"Oh, by the way, Zuocun, how old are you this year?"

"Huh? I'm 16 this year." Zuo Cun was a little stunned. Why did the topic change so quickly?

"You're 16 already, which means you can drink alcohol!" Serizawa Kamo and Nishiki Shinmi exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

"...Huh?" Zuo Cun sensed an ominous atmosphere slowly rising in the air.

"Come on, let's go have a drink!" Serizawa and Shinmi grabbed Samura's arms together.

"Wait, I don't want to! Sigh!" Zuo Cun struggled in a somewhat panicked manner.

But the bird's wing was caught.

"What the hell are you thinking about! Men should drink, let's go!"

"Brother Duck, no!"

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Chapter 292 The Dragon Emerges, the Wolf's Voice Resounds

"Look at this Samura, he's such a loser." Serizawa Kamo, holding a glass of wine, half-reclined in his chair, laughing as he looked at Samura, who was already completely drunk and unconscious.

Niimi Nishiki silently drank his sake, smiling without saying a word.

Zuo Cun was already somewhat delirious, slamming his hands on the table: "Come on, drink some more, drink some more!"

Although Serizawa Kamo was laughing at Samura, his own face was actually turning red. He slammed the money on the table and said, "Boss, pay up!"

"Okay." The boss, a young man himself, laughed heartily.

......

The next morning, Zuocun sat up, clutching his head.

"This is...that temple?" His hair was disheveled, and he was questioning his existence.

I think I was... drunk last night?

Suddenly, a loud snoring sound, like a thunderclap, rang out beside me.

He turned his head stiffly.

Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki, two muscular men who are stronger than Samura even if split in two, are snoring loudly in terrible sleeping positions.

Grass.

This is Zuocun's current thought.

How could I have drunk too much?

Zuo Cun covered his head, questioning the meaning of life.

At just sixteen years old, Anno Sakura experienced the joy of drinking for the first time, and also learned how... well, you know.

With the katana and pheasant feathers tossed aside, Zuo Cun sighed, kicked the blanket aside, picked up the katana and tucked it into his waistband, then opened the door.

Ah, it's almost noon.

The blinding sunlight shone in, and Zuocun instinctively covered his eyes, but then two screams came from behind him.

"Eyes! Eyes! Eyes! Ah!!!" Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki screamed in unison as their eyes were suddenly shone by a bright light, and they covered their eyes and rolled around on the tatami mat with their plump bodies.

Samura was startled: "Hey, Serizawa, Shinmi, what are you two yelling about!"

Although Serizawa Kamo and Nishiki Nimi are much older than Samura, they still give the impression of maintaining a very youthful mindset.

He's a bit presumptuous and straightforward.

"Huh? Samura, you're awake already." Serizawa Kamo rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"I'm leaving, Serizawa." Samura didn't say much more.

Since we've already had our drinks, there's no need for further farewells.

"Hehe, is that so?" Stretching, which made Zamura involuntarily think of a black bear, Serizawa Kamo chuckled twice. "Going to Owari?"

Zuocun nodded.

"Then, I wish you great success in your military endeavors," Shinmi Nishiki offered his blessings.

"I am extremely grateful."

......

"Ryoma, are you going to Edo again?" Okada Izo looked at that tall figure, his nose tingling with emotion.

Ryoma, dressed in wufu and with a small braid, stood with his back to Okada Izo, accompanied by the snake goddess Oryu.

“Yes, Izou, I will come back. After all, Tosa is my home.” Ryoma turned his head slightly and smiled.

"You idiot, your swordsmanship is terribly weak, why are you still staying in Edo?" Okada Izo huffed. "If it weren't for Miss Oryu by your side, you would have been dead long ago!"

"Hmph, Miss A-Long appreciates what you said." Miss A-Long patted Yi-Cang's head gently.

"Hey!" Okada Izo was scared half to death and quickly dodged away.

“Izo.” Ryoma, unusually, did not smile. He simply turned around and looked at Izo seriously.

“…Ryoma?” Izo stood there, stunned, looking at his familiar yet unfamiliar best friend.

“Japan is changing. The peaceful days are long gone.” Ryoma’s voice was low. “We… are not children anymore.”

“I will come back, but at least for now, I cannot stay in Tosa.”

"I will do my part for Japan, my share, even if I can't do anything." The figure of the man named Sakamoto Ryoma suddenly became incredibly tall in Okada Izo's eyes.

Longma turned around, a knife tucked into his waistband.

The claim that his swordsmanship was weak is ultimately just a joke. Was Sakamoto Ryoma, the successor of the Hokushin Itto school, really weak?

"Chaos is coming, I hope you are well."

As Ryoma's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, even with Miss Ryoma by his side, Okada Izo could sense that he was all alone.

Izou didn't shed tears, he just smiled, put his hand to his mouth, made a megaphone shape, and shouted loudly, "Hey, Ryoma—"

"I must become a big shot!!!"

Sakamoto Ryoma didn't turn around, he just stretched out a hand and waved.

The road ahead for Longma is that of a dragon.

......

Edo, Tennen Rishin-ryu Shieikan.

Okita Souji is twelve years old and is practicing wielding a sword.

She truly deserves her title as a genius swordswoman.

During his duel with Kondo Shusuke, he was already subtly able to force Kondo Shusuke to wield his sword with both hands.

When one reaches a certain level in Kendo practice, in addition to the necessary physical training, the mental transformation often becomes even more important.

Okita Souji, this perfect sword blank, finally revealed his full talent under the tempering of Kondo Shusuke.

Okita Souji himself was also very nervous.

The training of kendo is much more complicated for women than for men.

She's already twelve, and the most crucial physiological phenomenon for women is about to begin.

Before that, I must complete my own transformation!

Her eyes were sharp, and she was focused straight ahead without any distractions.

Holding the sword in reverse with both hands, Okita Souji placed his hands near his ears and narrowed his eyes.

Thrust—

With a powerful thrust of his feet, Okita Souji lunged forward.