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

Abe Masahiro, sweating profusely, swallowed hard.

Although his face and body shape were not visible, nor were the two famous swords, Masahiro Abe was already certain.

This guy was none other than Zuo Cun Anno, whom he hated.

"Nonaka!" Masahiro Abe shouted.

A figure emerges from the shadows.

"Ninjas?" Zuocun narrowed his eyes.

The ninja rushed towards the left village, while Abe Masahiro fled towards the window.

He no longer had the courage to face Zuocun; all he could think about now was escaping.

A samurai that even seventeen ninjas couldn't defeat?

Masahiro Abe couldn't imagine what kind of monster this was.

In normal combat, ninjas are capable of fighting ten against one, but all seventeen of them were killed by Sagura!

Damn it, I have to escape, I absolutely have to escape!

Tell my retainers to come quickly, and then leave Samura here forever!

Masahiro Abe ran towards the window, almost reaching the window frame in the next second.

but--

"Where do you want to go, sir?"

Zheng—

Zuocun said a few words, but he was quick to act.

What was drawn from the sheath was neither a crane's wings nor a pheasant's feathers.

Instead... a poisonous feather.

This dagger, which came from Abe Masahiro, was drawn for the first time in Samura's hands, but it was aimed at its original owner.

The knife cut off Masahiro Abe's left hand directly.

"Ah—ahhh!" Abe Masahiro screamed in terror, clutching his severed arm, "My hand—my hand!"

“…Tsk.” Zuo Cun glanced out the window.

With a flick of its feathers, the poison pierced directly into Abe Masahiro's mouth.

"Ugh...! Ugh..."

“I have little interest in staying here with you, Lord Chū…” Sōmura grabbed Abe Masahiro by the neck and lifted him up, looking into Abe Masahiro’s pained eyes, “I just want to ask one question.”

"Have you bunch of incompetent people ever felt even the slightest remorse towards this country?" Zuo Cun asked, squinting his eyes.

Masahiro Abe stared blankly at Samura, whose eyes were the only part of his face visible, and a few tears welled up in his eyes.

Zuo Cun knew he could no longer answer.

“As I said before, Lord Chū,” Zuo Cun sighed, “compared to others, you can barely be considered an official with some achievements, but alas…”

"When the entire shogunate was like a giant garbage can, no matter how beautiful the garbage inside was, it was still just garbage."

"So... I might have to break my promise."

Without saying anything more, Zuo Cun raised the poison feather with his right hand.

He stabbed it into Abe Masahiro's head.

"Farewell, Masahiro Abe..."

With a swift movement, Zuo Cun threw the still-crying Abe Masahiro to the ground and jumped out of the window.

In this chaotic context, the death of a high-ranking official might cause turmoil, but...

Isn't this also an opportunity to hasten the destruction of the trash can?

What cannot be saved must be destroyed. Zuocun's hand holding the knife has never trembled.

Masahiro Abe may have a positive impact on this country, but Samura also knows that.

He was going to die sooner or later. In a corrupt regime, talented people are often seen as thorns in the side. Even if Samura didn't take action, Abe Masahiro would definitely not live long.

But none of this stopped Zuocun from taking action.

If it weren't for the fear that the country would suddenly plunge into an even deeper hell, the shogunate...

Masahiro Abe's residence has begun to fall into chaos, but all of that is no longer related to the departed Samura.

The bird stretched out its sharp claws and fiercely tore at its prey.

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I'm sorry I can't bring you an update today.

As the title says, although it's not serious enough to require a hospital visit, I did experience some health issues today. I apologize for taking so much sick leave this month, but it was truly due to unforeseen circumstances.

More updates will be coming next month.

terribly sorry

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Chapter 332 Mibu Village, Shieikan, Yamanami Keisuke

After killing Abe Masahiro, Samura did not stay in Kyoto. Fearing that he might get into trouble he couldn't get out of, and that wasting time might harm innocent people, he went back to Luslan to retrieve his two swords and left Kyoto to go where he wanted to go.

Zuocun passed through many places along the way.

However, there was one place that left a deep impression on Zuocun.

Moreover, this place is not far from Kyoto.

Mibu Village is the destination of Sa-mura.

A three-winged bird flew away from Kyoto under the cover of night.

......

Next.

Kururi Castle.

Two burly-looking men were sitting opposite a boy.

"Senior brothers, is there something you need from me?"

The boy seemed somewhat aloof.

"Nagakura, there is something I need to talk to you about." Serizawa Kamo's face looked colder than usual. He found a fan from somewhere and tucked it into his waistband along with his sword.

"If it's about drinking, then you guys can go ahead and drink, senior brothers," Nagakura Shinpachi sighed.

"It wasn't about drinking, it was about something else," Shinji Nishiki said with a smile, shaking his head.

“It’s like this, Nagakura. The two of us plan to form a swordsman group with the backing of the shogunate in the future, and we would like to make an appointment for you to join us in advance,” Serizawa Kamo explained to Nagakura.

“You are the strongest in the contemporary Shinto Munen-ryu school, even surpassing your master, so... we hope you can join us.”

The genius of the Shinto Munenryu style finally revealed an interested smile: "Hmph, tell me, senior brother."

"Well then, let me welcome you, Shinpachi," Serizawa Kamo smiled. "This group is still just a concept right now. If we're to bring it to fruition..."

The three members of the Shinto Munen-ryu sect discussed their future plans in this secluded location.

......

Zuocun walked along the path.

The official road only leads to another city, but taking the side roads often brings many unexpected surprises to Zuocun.

For example, Shimomura Kurokawa (

However, this path was not chosen by Samura in search of new things, because it leads to Mibu Village.

Last year, Samura met Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki here, and it was they who gave Samura the clue to obtain the Crane Feather.

However, what Zuo Cun remembers most vividly about this village is not those two burly men.

Instead, it was the empty temple in the village—Mibu-ji Temple—and the group of children playing inside Mibu-ji Temple.

"Ah, we can already see the village."

Mibu Village is not far from Kyoto, only a day's walk away. Samura set off from Kyoto last night, and now it is noon on the second day, and the outline of Mibu Village can already be seen.

Zuo Cun smiled and quickened his pace.

Mibu-ji Temple.

"Hey, Shimazaki, hurry up." A male voice came from behind.

Some people arrived in Mibu Village a little earlier than those in Samura.

“I remember when I asked for directions earlier, the old lady said that the uninhabited temple should be in this direction…” Ms. Okita, who was leading the way, had a glint of wisdom in her eyes.

"That should be it." Hijikata Toshizo touched his sideburn, where there was a clump of very thick hair that must feel nice to pinch.

He pointed to a building in front of Okita, which appeared quite large compared to the other houses.

“That should be it.” Inoue Genzaburo smiled.

He was usually quiet, but because of his swordsmanship skills, he often hung out with Hijikata Okita and Shimazaki.

After all, strong people are attracted to each other.

"It's a pity that Saito didn't come, and that Samura guy ran off early again, otherwise it would have been even more lively," Shimazaki muttered.

“Mr. Samura is a very thoughtful person. My master said that he is ahead of all of us, and now he is traveling around for the sake of the whole country.” When Okita heard someone mention the name Samura, he immediately turned his head.

"Okay, okay." Hijikata Toshizo sighed, silently thinking to himself when he could tie Samura to Okita's side, so that Okita wouldn't keep talking about Samura all the time.

None of the members of the Shieikan group wanted to stay there for long. The monotonous sword training was no longer effective for them, whose strength had already been fully developed. Moreover, considering that it was a period of diplomatic ambiguity and that no major upheavals were likely to occur in the near future, Kondo Shusuke simply let everyone out to go out, have some fun, and relax before returning to their sword training.

Then a group of people wandered around and wandered around until they arrived here.

“The door is open.” Okita Souji walked into Mibu-ji Temple.