Was Mibu Wolf

"Director! Come and pick it up!"

Suddenly his name was called, this party raised his head subconsciously and looked over, jumped up a little happily when he saw someone coming, and went to pick up the basket in the person's hand, "Brother, you are here...Wow, this thing Really heavy, what is it?"

The person who came was Mizu's husband, Rintaro Okita. He had been at Okita's house since he was not born, and he also habitually called him elder brother.

Rintaro took out a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said helplessly, "Your sister suddenly said that she wanted to eat sweet potatoes, so she insisted on bringing them over. Considering that there are many people in the dojo, I simply brought some more."

"It's hard going so far, isn't it? Sister, it's true, I always want to get it out." Fang squatted and took out a sweet potato from the basket. It was still covered with fresh soil, and it looked like it had just been dug out.

"It's dirty, don't touch it with your hands." Lin Tailang threw the sweet potato back into the basket, and quickly wiped his hands, "Your sister hasn't changed in so many years, I'm used to it. By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet." Changing the name."

Lin Taro thought of something, took out a small paper bag from his arms, handed it to Fang, and said with great relief, "With a new name, you are considered an adult, and you have to become a big man, Chief Secretary."

Last month, Mr. Zhou Zhu said that if Mr. Kondo wanted to officially become the master of the dojo, the preparation ceremony had been prepared for almost a month, and he would officially inherit it in a few days.

Mr. Kondo, who was going to inherit the dojo, suddenly remembered, and changed the name of this side by the way. Now his official name is Okita Souji.

"Yes." This party took the paper bag, and he knew what was inside with a little touch in his hand. He was not short of money, but he wanted to return it but was rejected by Lin Taro.

"It's my heart, brother, I'm sorry." Lin Taro looked at this side with some guilt. He was adopted as the heir of the Okita family when he was a child, and he married Mizu.Later, the chief executive was born, and his father was so happy that he gave him a very symbolic name.

He himself didn't feel anything, but this party felt bad and kept asking for a name change.

"What are you talking about?" Fang gave him a reproachful look, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he waved in a certain direction, "Mr. Hijikata! Come here, hurry up!"

With his sleeves inside his kimono, Mr. Hijikata, who was passing by, was suddenly stopped, with no expression on his face, and he was still walking towards here at the same speed.

"What's the matter?" He stood at a slightly higher place, saw Lin Taro, and nodded politely to him.

"Help me move this to the kitchen." Fang pointed at the basket of things, instructing people very rudely.

"What, this is? Sweet potato?" Mr. Hijikata lifted the cloth on it, and looked inside curiously.

"Well, my brother brought it." Fang said, "I'll leave these to you."

"Okay." Mr. Hijikata agreed, picked up the basket, and said to Rintaro naturally, "Then I'll go first, brother."

Lin Taro agreed in a daze.

"By the way, don't forget to come to my place later." The party said meaningfully, "A friend introduced you."

The earth side waved his hand to show that he knew.

"The relationship between you and Hijikata is really good." Lin Taro said with emotion, "It was okay before, but he has become more and more serious in the past two years. It's rare that he hasn't changed much towards you."

"Is that so? I don't think there's any change." This party brushed off the topic and pushed Rintaro in. "Let's go see Mr. Kondo, he must be very happy to see you."

"Okay." Lin Taro subconsciously agreed, and was soon attracted by other things.

The thought of "Why did the Tufang suddenly call him Brother?" flashed by, and disappeared instantly like a stone falling into the lake.

……

"I am back."

After hearing the sound, the people in the room straightened their backs suddenly, as if they were a little nervous, and found that only one person had returned, heaved a sigh of relief, stood up immediately, gave the seat to the visitor, and sat down by himself. beside.

"Don't be so nervous, this is not the first time you have met Mr. Hijikata." He said with a smile, and sat in the seat that the man gave up, "Are you the only one coming this time?"

The young man sitting across from him didn't wear his overly conspicuous uniform. He changed into an ordinary kimono when he entered the country, but he still couldn't change his preference for red, and his long hair was tied up high.

Hearing this side's words, there was a wry smile on his face, "I came here through a formal channel this time, so I'm the only one."

He pointed to the luggage he brought. In the corner of the room, there was a blue and white striped cloak neatly folded, with a bamboo hat on it. It seemed to be a practice suit uniformly distributed by the Government of Time.

"I remember that you have been polarized, Izumi Shou?" This side looked away, looked at the person opposite, and called his name.

Izumi Moriya nodded, took out two letters from his chest, and smiled, "That's why I came here. The previous frequent trips have attracted some people's attention. This is California and Yamato Mori. It’s here, let me take good care of you before I leave.”

"I'm not a child anymore, so are they." This party took the letter, although he was complaining, he still opened it happily.

"But it's still a child's temper." Mr. Hijikata opened the door and came in, followed his words. When Izumishou saw him, he stood up quickly and called out very honestly, "Mr. Hijikata."

"You don't need to be polite, it's not the first time you've seen me." Mr. Hijikata sat him down by pressing his shoulders, and he sat next to him, "So you came here, how about it, this time it's me What excuse?"

His last sentence was directed at this party, with a slight smile in his voice.

Mr. Hijikata also has a basis for saying this. Last time, Qingguang and An Ding did not come back, and someone else came to accompany their god judge, and then there appeared: Zeng Ni, Qingguang’s distant cousin, and An Ding. Yaken’s neighbor, Horikawa, the cousin of stepfather’s stepfather whom Fang met on the road, and Tsurumaru, a terminally ill (white-haired) but disabled friend...

Hearing that Mr. Tukata complained about him, this party didn't have the heart to continue reading the letter Qingguang and the others wrote to him. He took out a book from the cabinet behind him and pressed the letter flatly inside.

"So it's Mr. Hijikata's turn this time." He put the book back in the cabinet, looked at him with a smile on his face, "Anyway, you are familiar with it, and Izumi Mori's swordsmanship is exactly the same as yours."

Hearing this, Izumi Mamoru couldn't help looking at Mr. Hijikata with some expectation.

"You are the one who got the "Exemption from All Biography" and taught the students, so why don't you let Izumi admit you as a master. Mr. Hijikata said casually, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible, so he turned to ask Izumi Mori for his opinion, "What do you think?" "

"I have no objection." Izumishou nodded, no matter how he counted, he would not be at a disadvantage, he could have a closer relationship with the God-inspector, and he could stay by his side openly...

However, although it is only in name, it would be great if Mr. Hijikata could be his master.

"Then why don't you just say it's your disciple?" Fang said, feeling that his proposal was brilliant, "Mr. Hijikata is not too young, so it's nothing to accept a disciple."

"Are you thinking I'm old?" Mr. Hijikata looked at him in shock, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"No, no, absolutely not." This party raised his hand to make a swearing gesture, and said swearingly, "I like you the most."

Mr. Hijikata raised his eyebrows, as if satisfied with his witty attitude, he agreed, "Izumi Shou and I will go see Asheng with me in a while. I've been busy recently, so no one will notice you."

"Yes!" Izumi Mori responded emotionally.

Although the sentence said by this party is a bit ambiguous, in Izumi Mamoru's view, it is the level of a joke between friends, and there is no ambiguity in his ears.

It can be seen from this that preconceptions should not be the main thing.

"Speaking of which, there is something else I need to ask you for advice." Looking at Mr. Hijikata who began to close his eyes and meditate, he remembered something.

Mr. Hijikata opened his eyes, the saber hanging on his body made a sound on the ground, and Izumi Mamoru was sitting beside him, reading some book, when a discordant sound suddenly appeared in the quiet and peaceful room.

"Huh?" There was a trace of laziness in his voice, as if he had been disturbed from a good sleep.

"Last year, Fujido said that he wanted to try the health hall. I promised him to come back and find a way, but there was no suitable way." Said Fang, he stood up and sat next to the man, "Mr. Hijikata must have Is there a way?"

"Todo, he is at the Ito dojo." Mr. Hijikata closed his eyes again, and said, "Ito Kokotaro, that person..."

"That's why I find it a little troublesome. He is not a person who listens to other people's opinions." This party said with some distress, "How did Fujido leave the dojo last time? I haven't heard him say it at all..."

"It's not impossible." Mr. Hijikata sat up and waved at this party, with a malicious smile on his face, "Come here, I'll tell you."

This side was completely unaware and approached him unsuspectingly.

Suddenly the lips were swept by a soft touch, Mr. Hijikata's sword was extremely fast, unexpectedly, such a movement was also very fast.

Fang covered his mouth in a daze, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Izumi Mori who was sitting behind. Hequan Mori was seriously reading the "Japanese Foreign History" without realizing it.

Slightly relieved, he kicked Mr. Hijikata angrily, and was easily grabbed by the ankle by the prepared man.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Even if he said such reliable words, he was still a hooligan.