The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

On the spacious streets and alleys, the soldiers in light onion feathers walked forward solemnly, carefully looking at the passers-by in a hurry.

There have been frequent disturbances in the city of Kyoto recently, and the Shinsengumi has struggled to maintain order in Kyoto. The reason for this is that in the first ten days of the month, the Shinsengumi received a tip-off that the Changshu Fanshi would set fire to Kyoto, and soon after, they set off in a guest house. A large number of ignition supplies were found in Yu's house, which had changed strangely, and the entire village was immediately filled with a sense of tension.

However, he was vaguely aware of the change in the atmosphere in the garrison and found out that the current manager Saitoichi was instructing him less and less times, but he didn't know anything about it. Moreover, Hijikata Toshizo seemed to have completely forgotten about it because of the recent increase in workload. After that, he is still in the state of waiting for the team.

Not long ago, I went nearby and wanted to ask a question, but in a blink of an eye, I saw Todo Heisuke being shaken out of the room by a low male voice, and even fell several times and ran away in a hurry without making a sound. I don't have the guts to go to Hijikata Toshizo.

Well, but this is also pretty good, since he doesn't need to work, Saitoichi and Hijikata Toshizo have no time to restrain him, and Dagger wants to go out with the team for a walk, so don't be too comfortable in small days.

Facing the dusk, Dagger squinted his eyes, raised his hand and habitually touched the golden bell on his neck, his fingertips suddenly touched a slightly raised place, he was taken aback, and ignored Mr. Okita who was walking beside him, immediately He took the bell off his neck.

Facing the sun, the edges and corners of the golden bell radiated bright light. The dagger squinted his eyes and rubbed the light flower-shaped place on the bell pattern thoughtfully, as if it had been scraped off and faded. The pattern is not clear. , but it also faintly outlines the general outline, but...

kindness……?Were there patterns on bells before?

The short knife shook the bell in a daze, and after shaking it vigorously, the bell only made a few muffled sounds, as if it was alive.

Suddenly startled by his own thought, Dagger quickly shook his head, not paying attention to Okita Souji's gaze back from his neck, and when he was about to fasten the bell back again, his vision suddenly blurred.

The dagger who was still walking slumped and fell to the side without any warning. The Souji Okita who was standing beside him was startled, and immediately reacted and supported the dagger's body.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Okita supported the shoulder of the dagger, looked at the boy's suddenly pale face, and said half-jokingly, "Isn't he hungry?"

"..." The dagger didn't make a sound, it was definitely not ashamed of being hit.He was familiar with this feeling of weakness in his body, but it also made him suddenly realize a very serious problem.

——How long has it been since he replenished his spiritual power last time?

In this world, he has always maintained the form of a human being, and has never transformed into a skeleton form. He still eats and rests like a human being every day. Coupled with the frequent incidents in the past few days, he has to forget that what he needs is spiritual power, not human power. food.

No wonder I always feel that I don’t get enough sleep recently and my appetite has increased a lot. Harada Sanosuke and the others laughed at him as a teenager growing up. In fact, it is simply that the spiritual power in the body is insufficient, and the body unconsciously wants to absorb things from the outside world to replace it.

Well, although it cannot be denied that human food is delicious, after all, the spiritual power contained in it is almost negligible, and it cannot make up for the amount consumed normally.

Dian Dao felt the hands on his shoulders tighten slightly, exhaled quietly, stood up with the help of the people around him, raised his head and pulled the corners of his mouth, patted his stomach as if nothing had happened, and began to command Okita Souji went to buy food.

Okita Souji seemed to be thinking about something, he looked at the dagger quietly, and then slowly let go of the hand on his shoulder after a long time.

The black-haired boy had a pale face but looked quite arrogant and raised his finger to the wagashi shop not far away. Mr. Okita looked at him with a half-smile, until the boy pointed straight at the shop with his finger After shrinking carefully, the young man raised his hand and pulled his face, and walked into the wagashi shop.

The dagger slowly let go of the hanging heart, and the departure of Souji Okita gave the soldiers behind him a short rest. They chatted in small voices among themselves, but they still maintained their formation.The dagger leaned against the wall for a while, making sure that no soldiers were looking in this direction, and then quickly hid behind a shop.

The dagger intends to quickly find the historical revisionists here while he can still move. When he left that world, the leader did not explain this matter, and he did not even tell him about the method of storing spiritual energy. he.

The leader is the link between the sword and the historical revisionists, and the replenishment of spiritual power every six months is a symbol of the transaction between the two parties. However, the leader did not remind him of this at the beginning. For the passage of time The swords with extremely weak perception naturally did not expect this.

If we put it this way, the reason why the historical revisionism in this world still hasn’t taken the initiative to show up today is clearly visible, because he has simply been discarded!

Dian Dao doesn't know what position Jinjian is in the historical revisionist forces. Although the other party apparently acquiesced to Jinjian's request at the beginning and did not hurt him at all, who knows what will happen to him after he is exiled here.

But in fact, he is about to die in a state of 'no damage'.

What is it like to be completely depleted of spiritual power?The short knife is not clear, but he has experienced many times before the spiritual power collapsed.

Historical revisionism can no longer be relied on, but if there is no way to replenish spiritual power in this world right now, his body is very likely to disappear or even be crushed by time and space. Finding an empty body may not be able to bear it, and it will damage his godhead instead.

The dagger was pressed against the cold wall, and on the other side of the wall behind him was the voice of Souji Okita talking to the soldiers. The soldiers seemed ashamed for not keeping the dagger in check, but Souji Okita's voice seemed unusually calm.

The panicked footsteps were mixed with the anxious shouts of the soldiers, as if manpower was being dispatched to find the young man.The voices in the street became weaker and weaker. The dagger clasped the wall behind him and let out a very light breath. However, the breath was not yet stable, and there was a sudden sound of gentle footsteps from that side.

The sound of the soles of the shoes stepping on the sand is particularly obvious, and the direction is approaching here.Unconsciously, he took a step back, but at this moment, the bell around his neck vibrated slightly following his movements.Dagger's face turned pale, and he pressed his bleeding lips tightly, paying attention to the sound of footsteps nervously.

A bead of sweat slid down from the forehead, the footsteps over there stopped at a very close distance, and the short knife's breathing stopped suddenly, but all he could hear was the man rubbing his hair helplessly, and said softly in a calm tone One sentence.

"Come back soon, don't worry everyone."

As soon as the voice fell, the man turned around and left.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, the dagger loosened his hand on the wall, lowered his eyes and whispered sorry in his heart, then immediately turned and left the place.

At present, it is the time when the sun is setting in the afternoon. If according to the past speed, if he can't find spiritual power to replenish near tomorrow's dawn, then he will disappear. However, during this period, the spiritual power consumed during the action needs to be calculated, so Once it gets dark, he is likely to lose his ability to move.

When I first came here, Dagger didn't think about the true purpose of historical revisionism at all, so after getting in touch with their targets, I foolishly sneaked in, waiting for them to show up, especially at night. When there was any trace of historical revisionism, he was dismissed casually with a small note, and the opportunity to meet was abruptly lost.

Although Dagger feels that even if he touches it, the historical revisionism of those people who let him disappear will not replenish his spiritual power.

The sun in the sky has only revealed a quarter of its face, and only some afterglow is left to illuminate the street.In the dark alley, Dagger sat down on the ground breathing disorderly, looking at the few tourists on the street with slightly dull eyes.

Since it was late return time, most of the people rushed home in a hurry, and no one noticed the messy person in the corner.

The short knife's vision has begun to blur, and he can only barely distinguish the color of the clothes of the passers-by on the street and the meager spiritual power hidden in their bodies by the afterglow.

Human bodies all contain spiritual power, but they are distinguished by their natural aptitude.However, as a dagger who woke up from historical revisionism, he can only stop at these spiritual powers that are too pure for him. It feels like a group of hungry wolves who can only see but cannot Cheerful and bouncing fat pig.

Dagger sniffed pitifully, and suddenly realized that he was hungry twice when he was about to say goodbye to the world.Leaning against the wall behind him and looking at the street, his dark eyes slowly blinked twice and then closed, and the dagger's consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

At this moment, there was a faint familiar smell in the air, with a feeling of whetting appetite and making people restless.

The string called reason seemed to be torn off with a bang, the dagger suddenly opened his eyes, stumbled up from the ground, and moved out of the street step by step with his eyes empty.

There seemed to be a layer of veil covering the line of sight, but it still couldn't stop the dagger from dragging towards the body of a man wearing a black gold silk pattern not far away.

The man walked slowly on the street and looked calmly at the scenery in the courtyard illuminated by the afterglow. He seemed to have sensed the movement behind him. His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

"That's true," the man with dark blond hair smiled sarcastically, watching the young man approaching him quietly, "Is he still in such a mess after being sold to Shimabara? You insulted."

"..."

Dagger walked slowly in front of Chikage Kazama, seemingly completely ignoring his words, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the robe on his shoulder under the slightly surprised eyes of the other party.

The body was torn off suddenly, and immediately before the boy's arms were hung behind his neck, Chikage Kazama was slightly taken aback, and then she frowned deeply, with undisguised disgust on her expression.Just as he was about to move, the boy bit his neck without warning, and there was a sudden sharp pain there.

A trace of blood oozed from the wound, and the dagger subconsciously took a deep breath.It was very difficult to drink, but the spiritual power inside made Dagger ecstatic. He took a few sips contentedly, and his body suddenly became warm.Letting the man with dark blond hair push him away angrily, the dagger loosened the arms that were tightly wrapped around him, and the corners of his mouth moved his stained red lips with a smile.

My.'s. Pork. Meat.

hehe~