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

hum-

Time seemed to stand still.

Okita Souji, who had dashed off, completely disappeared from the spot.

"One step—overturn the sound!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Okita Souji suddenly appeared in another place.

Kondo Shusuke, who was watching Okita Souji practice, was so startled that he stood up.

"What was that just now...!?"

Okita Souji remained in the thrusting sword position.

"Huff...huff..." she gasped for breath, looking at her knife.

"What I just...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Okita Souji felt a wave of intense fatigue wash over him.

She involuntarily fell to the ground, but was caught by Kondo Shusuke.

Kondo Shusuke looked at Okita Souji, who had already lost consciousness, his eyes filled with shock and joy.

"Shogun...you've already grasped the basics!"

He said in a low voice.

After escorting Okita Souji back to his room, Kondo Shusuke went to the courtyard and sat under a tree.

The night sky is exceptionally clear tonight, with only a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Kondo Shusuke was in poor health, and the doctor even advised him to avoid handling knives as much as possible.

These disciples often figured out the Natural Flow of Mind on their own.

Now, Kondo Shusuke finally saw hope.

"The secret of the Natural Rishin-ryu school—shrinking the earth!" He rarely took out a small bottle of sake, and sat under the tree with a smile, drinking alone. "Finally... my friend has hope of carrying on your legacy once again!"

With a hearty laugh, Kondo Shusuke downed the drink in his glass.

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Chapter 293 The Encounter of the Dragon and the Eagle

Zuo Cun, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, walked along the snow-covered mountain path.

Winter has arrived, and tomorrow will be Zuocun's seventeenth birthday.

Starting from Kyoto, Samura has already traveled to the area around Kai.

Traveling alone, Zuo Cun became increasingly taciturn.

His destination was Owari; he was going there to find his sword.

The third generation of Shuixinzi Zhengxiu.

He planned a route for himself, but the journey did not go smoothly.

Heavy snow blocked the mountain passes, and when the snow was so heavy, people in Zuocun even had to wade through the snow to get to their destination.

Zuocun is getting annoyed.

Hey!

Zuocun jumped up.

Holding onto the tree trunk, Zuo Cun shook the snow off himself.

"Seriously, with such heavy snow, what are we going to do tonight?"

Scratching his head in slight distress, Zuo Cun glanced at the snow under the tree, then at the woods ahead, and an idea came to him.

Jumping up from the tree, Zuocun squinted and made out the tree in front of him.

pat.

Zuocun landed on a thick tree branch again.

call out--

Then, using the elasticity of the branch, he leaped up again.

Then he stepped onto the branch again and leaped up once more—

Zuocun blinked.

"hey-hey!"

This way of traveling is both efficient and fun!

After jumping a few more times, Zuo Cun, a little carried away, slipped.

"what!"

Snapped.

A deep pit appeared in the snow.

"Hmm..." Zuo Cun got up, shook off the snow, and couldn't help but smile.

"Dr. Ruslan isn't with us this time, so be careful of the stones in the snow."

......

March has arrived.

Nagoya.

As the weather had just warmed up, Samura finally arrived in Owari.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it.

"Southwest of Nagoya Castle..." After tucking the note back into his clothes, Samura smiled and said, "Let's find an inn to stay in first."

Just as Zuocun entered Nagoya Castle, two more people arrived at Nagoya Castle.

"Miss Ryoma, we've arrived in Nagoya." Sakamoto Ryoma looked at the castle before him, maintaining a subtle smile.

"Ryoma, I'm hungry, let's go find something to eat!" Miss Ryoma's eyes lit up.

During the time she spent with Ryoma, what attracted her most was all kinds of human food.

What's so delicious about humans! The food humans make is the best!

Miss Ah Long was very happy, and her feet slowly floated up.

"Okay, let's go." Ryoma patted Miss A-Long's head, forcibly pressed her back to the ground, ignored the pale-faced passersby, and pulled Miss A-Long's hand to walk quickly towards Nagoya Castle.

Nagoya Castle is one of Japan's major cities. While it may not be as bustling as Kyoto or Edo, it is certainly no less crowded.

Zuo Cun carried two knives at his waist, and pedestrians would avoid him when they saw him.

Even samurai, including those who did not receive a salary or serve as retainers (ronin), held a much higher status than ordinary people.

Identity is secondary; the most important thing is what Zuocun wears around his waist.

Knife.

Or rather, power.

Zuo Cun didn't pay any attention; he simply found an inn, paid some money, and booked a room.

Samura was quite wealthy. He had occasionally done odd jobs for Dr. Roslan in Kyoto, and there were many other jobs available in Kyoto. Over time, Samura accumulated some wealth, mainly by buying swords.

When they passed through Mibu Village, the two older brothers also gave Zuocun some travel expenses.

In addition to serving as an inn, this post station also has hot springs for guests to enjoy.

It was almost evening when Zuocun wrapped the knife in a strip of cloth, put it in the closet in his room, locked the door, and went to the hot spring.

Hot springs are so relaxing!

After soaking for a while, Zuocun climbed out of the water.

The fatigue from the long journey and sleeping in the open has been completely eliminated. Zuocun needs to rest well. Tomorrow he will go to find Shuixinzi Zhengxiu.

However, at a corner...

Bah!

"Ugh!"

"what!"

Their heads collided.

"Ryoma, are you alright?!" a panicked female voice rang out.

"Ah, I'm fine, Miss A-Long." The voice sounded like that of the man who was bumped into.

Zuo Cun covered his head and got up.

"That wretched fellow, how dare he bump into the dragon horse—" The long-haired woman seemed to be angry, her hair was dancing wildly even without wind.

A feeling of palpitations came over me.

Forgetting the pain in his forehead, Zuo Cun instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, only to find—

Oh, I didn't bring a knife; it's in my room.

"Hey, Miss Ryoma, I'm fine. And it was my fault for bumping into this gentleman." Ryoma was startled and quickly got up to grab the angry Miss Ryoma.

“But, Ryoma.” Miss Ryoma pouted.

Ryoma scratched Miss Ryoma's palm: "Good girl."

“Hmm…” Miss Ah Long fell silent.

Ryoma smiled, sighed, and looked at Anno Saemura.

Zuocun Anuo was sweating profusely, his hand still resting on his waist.

Ryoma's eyes narrowed.