Was Mibu Wolf

What does genius look like?

When the director is lying in bed, he often thinks about this question.

After all, it will not be like him, at least he should be more free, at the very least, he should be able to walk and eat normally, and it would be even better if he could hold a sword.

The general manager has been called a genius since he was a child. No matter how difficult the teacher taught him, he can learn it just by watching it once. At the age of 13, he became a teaching assistant in the test guard hall. At the age of 19, he went to Beijing with Mr. Kondo. At the age of 20, he became a The Mibu wolf, feared by everyone, killed Mr. Shannan when he was 22 years old.

He is 24 years old, but he is dying.

When the word "death" was mentioned, the chief executive acted very calmly, as if he had accepted the status quo.His body has been so damaged that he can't even take care of himself. If the mother-in-law who takes care of him is not there, he can't even close the window.

He looked out of the window, and what the narrow window reflected was the vibrant scene of early summer. The breeze rustled the leaves, and a sparrow landed on the window sill, chirping and dancing.This kind of timid bird has always been afraid of people, but it seemed that it didn't realize that there was a chief executive in the room at all. It jumped twice, and even jumped into the room boldly.

The director looked at it quietly, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.His expression suddenly froze on his face, his uncontrollable physiological reaction clouded his eyes instantly, he raised his hand, and let out a few coughs from his throat suppressedly.

The little bird was startled and flew up, no longer caring about any human beings.The chief executive couldn't restrain his impulse, and coughed violently as if he was going to cough out his lungs. A fishy smell came out of his mouth. He couldn't hold it anymore, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The pain contracted in his chest, and his entire lungs were tightly packed into a ball. He opened his mouth wide, breathing in the air like a stranded fish, but things didn’t work out. The air that should exist everywhere seems to be thinly non-existent. Or, just not being around him.

Breathe, breathe hard, must live...

He was curled up on the floor, his thin fingers looked like withered flower branches, they moved stiffly, fanning the air into his mouth, as if he could regain the air by doing so.

This pain lasted for about twenty to ten minutes, and every day, such things would happen five or six times, or more.Every time he breathed the fresh and sweet air again, his body and mind seemed to be saved, completely stretched out.

He can't die yet, he has a reason to live.

"Live, Chief, this is my agreement with you." The man said, the man with long black hair held his face in his hands, pressed his forehead, and whispered, "As long as you live, I will definitely Come back to pick you up."

The general manager's eyes were in a daze. He seemed to see the scene when Mr. Kondo and Mr. Hijikata came to visit him two months ago. He asked Mr. Hijikata for Ishida Sanyao, which is now under his pillow. Mr. Kondo said Come pick him up when he recovers...

"Oh, Mr. Okita, did you commit another crime?"

The general manager was still thinking about the scene when Mr. Kondo and the others came last time, the old woman who was looking after him rushed over when she heard the movement, and asked while looking at the pale face of the general manager.After getting closer, he saw the blood on the quilt, sighed, and said softly, "I'll change it for you."

"Hard work...cough cough..." The chief executive smiled at his mother-in-law, but he coughed again uncontrollably. Her mother-in-law patted him on the back, helped him to the outside of the house, and let him sit on the corridor. down.

He leaned a little tiredly against the pillar next to him, the sun was shining warmly on his body, but even this kind of sunshine couldn't make him feel any warmth.

"Sojiro! You're going out!" Suddenly, a few small heads poked out from the door, and the children's eyes lit up when they saw the chief executive, and they ran to his side happily, "Can you play with us today, Sojiro?"

"Cough..." The chief executive was about to say something, but his cough came out first. He covered his mouth and coughed for a while, and the children all looked at him with worried eyes. He was inexplicably irritable. He deliberately smiled and stuck out his tongue at them, "Are you scared? It's a lie."

"Soujiro is real! He's such a big man, yet he still learns how to deceive others." The boy standing in the front said, with his arms folded, he looked like a little grown-up.

"Huh? Since you think I'm an adult, you can honestly call me uncle. I don't care about age." The chief raised his hand and flicked the boy's forehead.

There was no strength in his hands, and this caress meant more than punishment. The boy covered his forehead with his hands, pouted and said, "You look younger than my brother..."

"But Hirasuke's older brother does look like an old man~"

"How old is Soujiro? Is he in his teens?"

"Sojiro is at most ten years old! Anyway, he is much younger than my mother."

Children's words spread all over the yard, and the children's twittering voices were cuter than sparrows. The chief executive looked at them with a smile on his face, and from time to time inserted a sentence to mislead the children, "I'm already 80 years old this year!"

"Liar!" The little boy named Hirasuke was the first to not believe it. He pointed to the chief's nose and said, "If you are 80 years old, you should be full of wrinkles! You are so good-looking, you are definitely not 80 years old."

"Does this look good?" The chief executive was stunned suddenly, and smiled helplessly.

"Well, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, better than my sister anyway." Assistant Ping said naturally.

The chief executive laughed and said, "That's really pretty, isn't it?"

"Oh, anyway, you are lying." Hirasuke shook his head and said pretentiously.

The general manager still likes Heisuke's words very much. Hirasuke's name is the same as Todo, but his personality is completely different. Every time he calls Heisuke's name, he seems to go back in time.

"That's really sorry. Well, can this express my apology?" The chief executive showed a embarrassed expression, and took out a small bottle from his arms, and he could see the star-shaped grains inside from the transparent shell. Xiaojinpingtang.

The children cheered, and the chief executive poured two pills into everyone's palms, and put away the rest, "Don't eat too much at one time, or I'll be scolded."

The joyful expressions of the children watching Candy infected the chief executive, he couldn't help showing a gentle smile, stretched out his hand to touch the hair of the nearest Hirasuke, and coughed twice again uncontrollably.

He suddenly raised his head sharply, and a young man hurried over and knocked Hirasuke on the head, "Didn't you say you don't want to bother Mr. Fujiwara all the time?"

"I didn't! We came to look for Soujiro when we saw Soujiro come out!" Hirasuke said very unconvinced, "Brother always talks nonsense."

The name used by the general manager here is Fujiwara Haruma, and the reputation of the Shinsengumi is not good. Almost only the mother-in-law here knows his real name.

Hirasuke's brother shook his head helplessly, and said apologetically to the general manager, "These brats are here to disturb you again."

"It's okay, I'm bored here myself. Hirasuke and the others are good boys." The chief executive bent his eyes at the young man and said with a smile, "Ito-kun, is there any interesting news outside recently?"

"Interesting news..." Hirasuke's brother made a pensive expression, "The world is too chaotic, and there is no good news recently... Ah, I remembered that two days ago, the director of the Shinsengumi He was beheaded."

There was a bang in the head of the chief executive, the world seemed to be collapsing at this moment, he was in a daze, his mouth was slightly opened, panting violently as if he couldn't breathe, Hirasuke's brother didn't notice his appearance, and continued with his head half raised. talking about something.

"It seems to be called Kondo or something? Now the head is on display in Kyoto, the government is really scary..."

"Sojiro, what's wrong with you?" Hirasuke was the first to notice something was wrong with the chief executive, and anxiously grabbed his sleeve.

Hearing his exclamation, his elder brother looked down. The thin young man buried his face in his palms, his whole body was trembling. He was shocked and half-kneeled beside the chief executive, "Are you okay? It's all my fault." Are you scared to say such a terrible thing?"

The chief was silent for a moment, lowered his head and rubbed his sleeve vigorously a few times, raised his head, and showed an ugly smile at the young man, his eyes were all red, "Well, it's a bit strange to hear such a thing all of a sudden. I'm afraid, I'm timid."

"I'm not afraid!" Hirasuke said, puffing out his chest. He patted the chief's knee, no matter how high he could reach, "It's okay, I'll protect you when I grow up."

Hirasuke looked at the young man in front of him, a tear fell from his eyes without warning, followed by another tear, seemingly endless.

"Well, please ask Pingzhu." The chief said with a smile, but tears fell one after another. He lowered his head, covered his face with his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "I want to go back and rest."

The young man saw that his mood was not right, and also guessed that it might be the reason for the news he brought back. He felt very regretful, but he didn't know how to save it, so he could only respond and take the group of children away.

"Brother, is Soujirou unhappy?" Hirasuke asked suddenly after being silent all the way.

"Huh? Why do you think so?" The young man was stunned and asked.

"This is the first time he said that he wants to go back to rest..." Hirasuke said while biting his thumb, he took two quick steps and stood in front of his elder brother, "Brother, don't scare Soujiro in the future."

The younger brother who had always been lawless suddenly learned to think for others. The young man felt a little sad. He knelt down and said to him seriously, "Heisuke don't go to Mr. Fujiwara these days, is it okay?"

The chief executive watched them leave, and suddenly he didn't know where the strength came from. He struggled to stand up, and walked into the next room step by step.In the middle of the room is a sword, which is his previous saber, which was broken when Kai Qingguang was in Ikeda House, and the rest of the sword is called Yamato Shou Anding, which has been kept until now.

The Chief Kneeled in front of the knife rest, stretched out his hand to pick up the Valium, held the scabbard with his right hand, and pulled out the knife with all his strength.

But maybe because of too much force, the blade was barely pulled out two inches, and he began to cough violently again, covering his mouth with his hand.

Blood leaked from between his fingers, and dripped on An Ding's exposed half of the knife, the silvery white blade was stained with blood, the chief executive closed his eyes, and his voice sounded a little painful, "I'm sorry, An Ding, I can only let you see now. It's in my blood."

"Mr. Okita, why did you come here? It's time to go back and rest." The old lady appeared at the door of the room, seeing the chief executive holding Anding, her eyes flashed a trace of resentment, "If you don't take a good rest, you will be sick." It will be fine."

"Mother-in-law." The chief executive turned around and asked briskly, "Has Mr. Kondo not sent you a letter recently?"

The old lady's expression collapsed in an instant, she turned her face away, her tone trembling slightly, and said, "No, it seems that it will indeed be sent at this time, maybe he is very busy recently."

"So that's the case, so I have no choice but to wait." The chief executive smiled, and he asked his mother-in-law, "Can you move An Ding to my room? I want to watch him."

The mother-in-law looked at him in surprise, her eyes full of worry.

"Don't think too much, I can't even pull out the knife now..." The chief executive suddenly understood what her mother-in-law was thinking, and said with a smile, "I just want to look at it... I'm so sorry for An Ding, I'm not a good person. Master, I can only let the sword accompany me on the hospital bed."

After the chief executive returned to the room, he returned to the bed again, and in front of him was An Ning again.He sat on the bed and watched his mother-in-law close the door and leave until the footsteps could no longer be heard, and he finally lost control.

He grabbed his hair with both hands, opened his eyes wide, and tears could not stop sliding down from his eyes.

"Why... it wasn't me who died..."

He clenched his fist and hit it on the head again and again. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but nothing came out.

"Why am I still alive... I'm sorry Kondo-san... I'm sorry..."

Obviously, he is still dragging his body and panting, why is it that person who died first.

"fraud……"

He said he would come back to pick me up, and he clearly said he would wait for my illness to recover.

"it's all my fault."

The chief executive curled up his body, he couldn't even hold a knife now, so he couldn't talk about revenge.He blamed all this on himself. It was all because of his body that he couldn't stand beside that person to protect him.

"Master God, why is that person, can't I replace him?"

The chief executive felt that the air seemed to be getting thinner, but he didn't even want to struggle, and punished himself like masochistic, he raised his hand to wipe off the red color around his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Hijikata-san, but I don't want to keep going."

In a daze, he smelled the smell of cherry blossoms, and the petals of the cherry blossoms slowly fell around him. He didn't know whether it was a hallucination or something else, and he had no strength to think about it.

"If you don't move, can you fade away the dark flowers and water?"

"My lord, a letter from Tokyo."

Tukata Suisan held the map in his hand, and frowned. After hearing the words of the personal guard, a smile appeared on his face unexpectedly, and he urged, "Take it quickly."

The personal guard put the envelope on his table, and left immediately after saluting. The earth side picked up the letter, which was different from the past. There was only a thin sheet of letter paper, and it was accompanied by a small wooden box.

Hijikata's expression froze, and he had a bad feeling.He opened the box first, and there was only a white hair tie inside. He seemed to understand something, and tore open the letter rudely. There were not many words in the letter, and the meaning was not difficult to understand, but he It took me several times to see what it meant.

Tufang sat heavily on the chair, his expression was a little numb, as if he had been hit hard, and he suddenly aged a lot.

After a long time, he raised his hand to cover his face, and sighed imperceptibly, "Director..."

"Master Feng Xing! The enemy has launched an attack!" His personal guard said anxiously from outside the account.

"I see, I'll be right over." Tu Fang stood up and turned back into the iron-blooded deputy chief.

He took out the headband from the wooden box and tied it on his forehead as he walked out, even though it didn't suit him with short hair and military uniform.

He can't stop yet, he has to keep going.

Even if it's just one person.