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

Fearless of death, even wounded, they continue to soar.

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Chapter 404 Shinsengumi: Inoue Genzaburo, Saito Hajime

Saito sighed, "Really, why are there so many troublesome things?"

He stood up, intending to walk towards Zuocun.

In any case, he is now in the new electoral group, and his stance cannot change.

Besides—he had long wanted to use his own sword to clash with Zuocun.

but--

“Captain Saito.” Inoue Genzaburo stretched out a hand and stopped Saito Hajime.

He gripped his katana and gazed at Zuocun in the distance.

"...Let me do it."

Saito looked at Inoue's back and sighed softly.

"Then you can do it."

After saying that, he walked towards the direction where Harada Sanosuke had fainted.

“…I am extremely grateful.” Inoue drew his katana and walked towards Samura.

"—Cough cough." Zuo Cun coughed up a mouthful of blood, perhaps mixed with something else, and looked at Inoue.

"It's you, Inoue." My vision was slightly blurry—but that wouldn't affect my ability to draw my sword.

“...Samura.” Inoue Genzaburo looked at Samura with sorrow in his eyes.

Zuocun can be described as seriously injured, with a penetrating wound in his left shoulder, two lacerations in his left hand, and the largest wound on his right hip.

"...I've come to see you off!"

Zuocun paused for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

After laughing, he wiped the blood off his face.

"Alright, see me off—!"

call out--

Zuocun jumped up.

Inoue Genzaburo shifted his gaze upwards, intending to defend himself.

Ping Pong —

Inoue Genzaburo could sense the blades clashing.

Zuocun is already starting to weaken.

Ping-ping-ping-ping

With swords swung, the two men faced each other, hacking and slashing at each other at extremely close range.

Inoue Genzaburo's strength is definitely not weak!

"Drink!" Inoue Genzaburo seized an opportunity, dodging Samura's blade and closing in.

bang——

His shoulder slammed into Zuocun's chest with a dull thud.

"Pfft-"

Zuo Cun coughed up another mouthful of blood.

The spot where Inoue's shoulder bumped was exactly where Harada Sanosuke had just struck.

Inoue did not waste this hard-won opportunity. Although his right hand was instinctively gripped by Samura, he still had his left hand!

With his left arm out, Inoue grabbed Samura's hair, and with a powerful kick of his right leg, he swung Samura up!

"Ugh—ah—!"

Inoue threw Samura off his shoulder!

However, Zuocun reacted extremely quickly on the spot. His arm, which should have released its grip due to exhaustion, didn't, resulting in—

"Ugh—!"

click-

Inoue Genzaburo's right arm was dislocated by Samura.

Snapped--

Zuocun was slammed heavily to the ground.

Without delay, he forced himself to get up.

Inoue gripped the right mouse button and, gritting his teeth, lifted it upwards.

"Ugh—ah!"

He put his dislocated arm back in place by himself.

The two looked at each other.

Zheng—

Zuocun didn't give Inoue any more time to react, and directly thrust in Inoue's direction.

Inoue Genzaburo clutched his arm and dodged to the side, but failed to notice Samura suddenly thrusting at him from behind.

Zuocun quickly turned around and jumped up.

He gritted his teeth.

Even if you can't see clearly anymore—you must fight!

"New Feather Wheel—"

"One of the Two Wings!"

Upon hearing this sound, Inoue Genzaburo hurriedly tried to change his position.

"He Liu—!!!"

Zheng—

"Ughh ...

Inoue Genzaburo was unable to defend against this move.

However, he slightly turned his body to the side, avoiding the fatal spot.

A huge wound appeared on the right side of Inoue Genzaburo's back.

Samura didn't let Inoue Genzaburo struggle—

puff-

The crane's wings pierced directly through Inoue's left arm.

Puff—Puff—

Samura grabbed Inoue's right hand with his left and delivered a series of knee strikes.

"Pfft—Pfft—"

Inoue Genzaburo was kicked aside by Samura.

His vision was blurry as he looked at Zuocun.

In the end—I'm still no match for you guys...

He closed his eyes and fainted.

Zuo Cun clutched his chest, leaned against a tree, and breathed heavily.

The chest is definitely broken, but it's unclear whether the broken ribs pierced the lung.

As Zuocun thought this, he turned his gaze to his side.

"...Saito."

He called out the man's name.

“...Samura.” Saito looked at the man covered in blood, even his face, with a complicated expression.

With a broken chest and several large wounds on his body, Saito felt that if he had suffered such injuries, he probably wouldn't be able to move.

But Zuocun just smiled.

“So the final opponent, uh—it’s you, isn’t it?” He climbed off the tree trunk, the veins on his right hand, which was gripping the crane's wings, bulging.

"...Do you really still want to fight?" Saito said bitterly. "You might die."

"...So what?" Samura brushed his bangs aside, a smile on his face, and looked at Saito. "As long as there are enemies, it's only natural for samurai to continue fighting!"

He felt... that his spirits had actually improved somewhat, and the hand holding the knife was no longer as weak as it had been when he fought Inoue just now.

"Continue the fight...?" Saito sighed, slowly drawing his Onijinmaru Kunishige, his gaze sharpening once more. "You said it yourself, don't blame me if you die!"

Samura assumed the stance of the Hundred Birds Style, a maniacal smile playing on his blood-stained face: "I've been wanting to test your strength for a long time, Saito—come and fight!"

hum-

Zuocun felt that Saito in front of him suddenly became unreal.

Unlike Okita Souji's Natural Rishin-ryu speed, and unlike Samura Anno's Hyakucho-ryu agility.

Saito Hajime's "Invincible Style" footwork is incredibly unpredictable.

Ping Pong —

Saito's sword suddenly stabbed from an angle that Samura could never have imagined.