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

Keisuke Yamanami is 26 years old this year, three years older than Ryoma Sakamoto.

"Is that so?" Zuo Cun stood up.

It was something I only remembered during the day when I heard Yamanami Keisuke mention the Hokushin Ittō-ryū. It was expected that I wouldn't be able to find out, since there were so many disciples of the Hokushin Ittō-ryū, including Chiba Shusaku, some of whom didn't even know each other.

"It's alright, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Yamanami. By the way, do you drink?" Samura smiled and shook his head, handing his sake bowl to Yamanami Keisuke.

“Huh? No need…” Yamanami Keiji pushed the wine bowl of Sasumura towards him.

"Since you're not going to drink, I'll go back to sleep now. Sweet dreams, Mr. Yamanami." Zuocun stood up casually and walked towards the temple.

Mibu-ji Temple is a relatively large temple with many rooms; Samura can easily find one to sleep in.

Years of living outdoors and enduring harsh conditions have made Zuocun fully accustomed to this ascetic lifestyle.

Yamanami Keisuke stared blankly at Samura as he left, and remained so for a while.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"He's still so easygoing, why am I so flustered?" With a sigh, Yamanami Keisuke also stood up and walked towards the temple.

......

the next day.

The group from Shieikan and Samura planned to go to the river to catch fish.

Hijikata noticed that Yamanami Keisuke seemed a bit lonely, so he invited Yamanami Keisuke to join him.

Since the purpose of this trip is to relax, it would be good to meet some new friends.

Samura and Okita were catching fish in all sorts of fancy ways, and the fish seemed to be saying, "You guys are having fun, but I'm not."

After a while, the group of people became acquainted.

"How long have you been staying here, Mr. Yamanami?" Miss Okita asked curiously, looking at the young man with a delicate and submissive demeanor.

"Ah, I didn't stay here for very long either." Yamanami Keisuke just smiled at the girl's question. Although the people from the Shieikan group seemed difficult to get along with, they were actually a very nice group of people. "I just happened to come across this village when I was out training, and since I like children, I stayed here for a couple more days."

Yamanami Keisuke glanced at Samura, who was still jumping around on the water, then at Ms. Okita, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"What would you like to ask, Mr. Shannan?"

"Um, I wanted to ask about that thing you two did yesterday..."

He was referring to the unusually strong jumping ability of Samura and the disappearance and reappearance of Ms. Okita.

But Okita didn't understand.

"Which one?"

"Well, that, uh, when Samura-kun jumped so high, and when you caught Ryuji..." Yamanami Keisuke gestured.

Ryuji is the little boy who broke free from Samura's arms yesterday and was then saved by Okita's Shrinking Earth technique.

"Ah, you mean Mr. Zuocun's airborne ability and my teleportation ability?" Miss Okita understood what Yamanami was talking about.

"Are they called hovering and shrinking the ground? Those are truly amazing techniques..."

“It’s not some magical method.” Hijikata Toshizo walked up from behind. “Our guild master, Kondo Shusuke, said that if we work hard enough, it’s possible for us to use it.”

“Yes, it’s just swordsmanship.” Okita nodded.

Keisuke Yamanami: ...Don't scare me.

"Hijikata, Shimazaki." Inoue walked over from the direction of the village.

His eyes looked somewhat serious.

"What's wrong, Inoue? Why are you so serious?" Shimazaki leaned closer.

"Just now, while I was chatting with the villagers, they mentioned something."

Seeing Inoue Genzaburo so serious, Hijikata and Shimazaki also abandoned their holiday leisure and came over.

"What exactly happened?" Hijikata asked, puzzled.

“Although it’s not directly related to us, I think I should still mention it.” Inoue sighed. “The former chief of the senior council, Lord Abe Masahiro, was assassinated in his own home.”

Standing on the shore, Zuocun turned his head involuntarily when he heard the name Abe Masahiro.

Both Isamu Shimazaki and Toshizo Hijikata fell silent.

“My master said that as samurai, we should care about national affairs. This matter... I feel it might affect our future, so I rushed over here.” Inoue looked at the two tall young men and asked, “I remember you two talked about this.”

"Hijikata?" Shimazaki Isamu looked at Hijikata Toshizo. "What do you think?"

"...Is there any other information about Abe Masahiro's assassination?" Hijikata Toshizo frowned.

In this corrupt shogunate, his most favored advisor was the senior councilor Abe Masahiro, but now...

“No, it’s just some fragmented information, not convincing at all.” Inoue shook his head.

“I see…” Hijikata Toshizo sighed.

He and Isamu Shimazaki had talked a lot, and their thoughts were quite similar.

The shogunate was undoubtedly corrupt.

However, since it's decaying, we should try to fix it.

Hijikata and Shimazaki wanted to be this remedy.

Both Yamanami Keisuke and Okita Souji were deep in thought.

Zuo Cun glanced at the crowd who had suddenly fallen silent, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

“Let’s… go to Kyoto in a couple of days. I want to learn more about it,” Hijikata Toshizo suggested to Shimazaki Isamu.

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Chapter 336 Yamanami Keisuke: I knew it

Samura stayed in Mibu Village for a few days before leaving.

During the brief farewell, everyone was heavy-hearted.

Before parting, Samura talked for a long time with Isamu Shimazaki and Toshizo Hijikata.

Everyone shared the same goal; as samurai, they all contemplated the future of the nation.

However, after the conversation, Zuocun could clearly sense one thing.

Although they were samurai, belonging to a privileged class, Shimazaki and Hijikata's minds were firmly bound by the term "country samurai."

Samura directly told Hijikata and others that reform would be the best path for Japan at present.

However, both of them remained unmoved by Zuocun's remarks.

In this atmosphere... Samura didn't dare to reveal the fact that he had killed Abe Masahiro.

After leaving Mibu-ji Temple, Samura breathed a sigh of relief.

He will continue on his path, and only by seeing more can he better understand the current situation. Therefore, he now plans to head southwest, towards Tosa.

Follow the southern coastline, first go to Tosa, and then continue south.

......

Tosa.

A young man with black hair sat at the table.

He was completely drunk, mumbling something incoherently.

Suddenly, the young man slammed his fist on the table.

"That bastard Ryoma! He's clearly a coward, why did he say such a thing and then leave without a word?"

He roared, his voice choked with sobs.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes amidst the chaos.

"...I want to go out too." He said calmly, "Whatever fate awaits me, Ryoma..."

"Regardless of... what the outcome of this chaotic world may be..."

And the person Okada mentioned...

"Miss Oryu, are you sure Samura stayed here?" Sakamoto Ryoma, with a sword at his waist, asked Miss Oryu, who was standing beside him, by the river beside Mibu Village.

“That guy did stay here not long ago,” Miss Aron’s eyes sparkled. “About two weeks ago.”

“There’s a village over there, let’s go ask around.” Ryoma pointed to Mibu Village not far away. “If Samura stayed here, he would definitely have stayed overnight in the village.”

"Why is Ryoma so obsessed with finding that guy, Samura?" Miss Ryoma still couldn't fully understand human emotions.

“Mr. Samura… he and Izo are both my close friends, but they are close friends in two different ways.” Ryoma always had a smile on his face. “Izo is undoubtedly an indispensable friend to me, while Samura… I prefer to call him a comrade-in-arms.”

His tone carried a hint of longing: "Together... comrades-in-arms fighting to change this corrupt country."

"Well......"

Miss Ah Long seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to.

However, one can sense that the friendship between Ryoma and Samura is incredibly strong.

“There’s a temple over there,” Miss A-Long pointed to Mibu-ji Temple.

“It looks like an abandoned temple.” Ryoma examined the walls of Mibu-ji Temple and made his judgment. “But a temple like this should be the best place for passersby to stay.”

As Longma spoke, he saw a figure.

The figure was wearing glasses and had a gentle demeanor.

"You are... Senior Brother Yamanami Keisuke?" Ryoma looked at Yamanami Keisuke's face, thought for a moment, and remembered the name.

He has a very good memory; he can remember the names of almost anyone he knows well.

"Sakamoto?" Keisuke Yamanami was stunned.

What's up with this temple? The samurai are incredibly attractive!

"Long time no see, senior brother." Sakamoto Ryoma smiled and shook hands with Yamanami Keisuke.

"Long time no see, Sakamoto, what are you doing here?" Yamanami Keisuke asked, somewhat puzzled.