Stable Polarized Practice

"That's right, Qingguang-kun."

On the top floor of the landmark building of the Port Mafia, the thick hand-woven European-style plush curtains have been opened by half, and the floor-to-ceiling transparent bulletproof glass is penetrated by warm light, casting light on the wood-colored and intricately patterned floor. In a warm color, Mori Ogai sat behind his leader's desk, propped his chin with one hand in a more casual posture, and said to Fu Sangshen who came to say goodbye in a gentle tone: "Since it is the practice that Qingguang-jun must go to, then I just wish Lord Qingguang a smooth journey?"

"Oh, I really don't want Mr. Qingguang to leave—" Ganghei's boss elongated the tone again half-truthfully, as if inviting casually: "Mr. Qingguang, do you want to consider our port mafia?" , if you can come back later?"

He seemed to be making a light-hearted joke with a smile on his face, and he didn't expect a positive answer at all. It was similar to the polite words of "Why don't you come to my house for dinner?", with the appearance of treating friends of the same status, It seems that he really doesn't care that such a reliable combat power escapes, even if this combat power has learned the ability of a certain martial arts cadre.

Qingguang was in a good mood, because the shop where the logistics department sent the clothes to be repaired had very good craftsmanship. The damaged parts of the jacket of the battle uniform were filled with beautiful Japanese embroidery patterns, and the buttons of the black lining were even replaced. With larger and more elaborate double-breasted gold figure eight buckles, including the tassels on the belt, the whole outfit was almost renewed and looked like a fine work of art.

Putting on the battle uniform sent back by the logistics department again, Qing Guang, who came to bid farewell in high spirits, didn't think much about it. After all, except for the leader's unpredictable spectrum when he first met, Mori Ouwai, after that, with him The process of getting along with him is very kind, completely gentle and the style of the elderly. Fu Sangshen, who has not had much contact with the old fox, has a good impression of him.

So Qingguang answered this inducing question very seriously: "Well... the possibility of coming here again is actually relatively small. With so many swords and swords of practice, it seems that we are the only ones who have come to this place, and our appearance is just an accident That's all."

Mori Ogai nodded with a smile.

Okay, the information he wants to know has been collected, and there are still a large number of existences with combat power like Qingguang-kun-this kind of Fusangshen, who is comparable to the army, can easily solve the Fusangshen of Shibusawa Ryuhiko with just two strikes. The god of mourning, the most important thing is that they have loyal masters - if they can really come and go freely, it is really a very serious hidden danger.

Fortunately, this kind of thing was just an accident. Although people are very envious of such a useful tool, he does not want a group of swordsmen with high military value and loyalty to their masters to appear in Yokohama. This kind of extreme dissatisfaction It would be better if there were no certainty factors, Mori Ogai thought.

But it's a pity, the Hong Kong black boss who is very short of people feels sorry in his heart, he is obviously such a useful tool, and it is obviously sent to him, and it is even very convenient for training - but it means too much Dangerous uncertain factors, I can only watch Hao Dao run away with his long legs——

I really feel bad.

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As early as the first meeting with Kiyomitsu in this world, the Two Blades of the Okita Group had seriously considered the issue of the time-space converter.

Only a stable time-space converter can reach a practice location that is different from other blades, and it is still very uncontrollable. It can only be estimated based on Fu Sangshen's intuition about the imminent change of space, when to set off, where to set off, where, Even the stability of these more important things is not very clear.

Therefore, it is difficult to say whether he can successfully implement his idea of ​​going back to the first place of practice.

"So, how long are the two of us going to wait here?"

Qingguang Qingguang, who had a brand-new battle uniform, lay lazily on the table, and the sword with a red sheath around his waist was placed flat on the warm wood table in the coffee shop because of his improper sitting posture, and was tied with the same blue rope with a black sheath on the opposite side. The knife looked at each other across a golden pocket surface.

An Ding has also changed back to a white kimono, leaving only blue-gray long gloves wrapped around his forearms. He is wearing a blue and white Shinsengumi haori with a blue and white mountain pattern. Staring at the motionless space-time converter with a serious face: "It's coming soon."

Qingguang: "..."

The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen yawned regardless of his image, and buried his face down in his arms, his voice filled with sleepiness: "An Ding, you really are still so unreliable——"

He stretched out the ending and lay down for a while, then raised his head with a tangled expression, as if he couldn't help asking after he had endured for a long time, and couldn't bear to look directly at the open shop door: "—and, What are the piles at the door...?"

"Is it at the door?" Da Dao, with loose dark cyanotic hair, blinked his round blue eyes, and replied indifferently in an ordinary tone: "It seems to be a ronin who wants to smash the shop, right? No, this place should be called' Little bastards, come on, Mr. Store Manager has called the police, and someone will take them away in a while."

An Ding stretched out a finger to poke the time-space converter that was not moving, and said indifferently: "It appeared before Mr. Ranpo and the others came back, and the leader was still shouting about 'coffee nails', the store manager said they I wanted to smash the store, so I threw these guys at the door, but Mr. Ranpo who came back seemed very angry, and quickly ate up the cake, and asked everyone in the detective agency to do other things. "

Immediately, he remembered something again, widened his shiny round eyes, and looked at his little friend with an expression expecting to be praised: "By the way, you can't just head and drop here, so those guys are all alive!"

Qingguang: "..."

Qingguang: "Yes, yes, you did pretty well..."

And those guys said they were alive, but they were not seriously injured, right?The eyes of the red-eyed stabbing knife couldn't help wandering for a while, because the port mafia he was staying at saw certain things more frequently, so he could easily distinguish the difference between the gangsters and the armed organizations... and this is no matter how obvious But let's go!There are so many chopped-up guns piled up on the ground!

——So why does An Ding feel that these people are just here to smash the store?Could it be that he acted too fast and didn't give these people a chance to speak?In fact, the possibility of this kind of conjecture is quite high. After all, An Ding has always been faster with his hands than his mouth. It is normal for An Ding to make the other party unable to speak.

Hatching again, he said with a stabbing knife, propping his chin and staring at the motionless golden pocket watch, looking at the hands that didn't turn, wondering when it would start, when he heard An Ding's "Teng" "'s standing up voice, and a particularly affirmative tone:

"……Time is up."

"Huh?" Qing Guang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shifted his gaze away. The next second, the time-space converter that was firmly placed on the table radiated golden light, and the dazzling light almost illuminated the entire cafe.

After a few seconds, the light faded, leaving only empty tables and chairs, and the manager behind the kitchen continued to grind coffee beans meticulously, as if he hadn't seen anything.

-

Qing Guang disappeared again.

Walking on the streets of Edo Castle full of grotesque celestial beings, An Ding wore a practice hat, walked through the familiar route with a clear goal, and went straight to the location of the Shinsengumi settlement.

Since he already had the experience of throwing a blade once, after opening his eyes, even if he found that there were no blades around him, and he didn't even see a hair of Qing Guang's hair, An Ding was very calm.

After all, once born and twice acquainted, since the two of them will be separated for the first time, there is still a high possibility that they will not be able to be teleported to the same place this time, and both blades are mentally prepared to be separated—— It's no big deal, isn't it just to find each other again?Compared with the previous world, this place is actually a little easier, because the Shinsengumi where An Ding is located can't run away, which is much better than the previous search for headless flies.

After confirming that this is a familiar place, and that the time-space converter did bring them back to their first stop of practice, An Ding immediately made a decision - to return to the Shinsengumi.

First go to cancel the long vacation that he asked for before, and he doesn't know how long it has been here. He needs to report to Director Kondo, and he has to deal with another headache——

The chestnut-haired captain stood with his arms folded across his chest, condescendingly staring at the guy with the hat on his head, with a terrifying low pressure all over his body, his scarlet eyes almost narrowed, and Sougo Okita pulled out A dark sneer that belonged to the Shaking Demon King:

"Hehe...you still dare to come back."

stable:"……"

In fact, I don't really hope that Kiyomitsu will find him, after all, the comparison between Sougo-kun and Okita-kun is really...it will make Basana suspicious.

An Ding tugged at the corner of his practice cloak uncomfortably, thinking that his luck was so bad that he bumped into the captain directly on the way to the director's office. What should he do now? It looks like a general ledger!

It is true that he deliberately did not tell Sougo Okita that he was leaving, and even went directly to ask for leave with the director. Before leaving, he played tricks on the captain, and at the last moment he quickly grabbed the knife and ran away (although it was his own body knife) ... The more I think about it, the more guilty I feel. Oops, Sougo-kun must have exploded in anger!

Yamazaki, who was hiding aside, showed an expression of helplessness towards An Ding, and bowed to him with his palms together in pity, and another layer of cold sweat broke out on An Ding's back.

Sougo Okita, who was covered in black air, walked down the corridor slowly. He was clearly not holding anything but he could hear the sound of "cracking" iron chains, and he didn't know where he was hidden. Stimulated by the cool and murderous aura, An Ding subconsciously put his hand on his waist: "That, So Wu-kun..."

Scarlet pupils stared at Fu Sangshen who couldn't help but take a step back. The chestnut-haired captain stretched out his right hand with the palm facing up, and motioned to An Ding: "Bring it here."

An Ding was stunned for a moment, and he blinked in confusion: "What did you bring?"

"Does it need to be said?" Sougo Okita raised his eyebrows, leaned down slightly, and stared at the blue-haired and innocent round eyes with a gap that could almost touch each other's foreheads, and grinned. A sultry smile:

"Of course, your body."