[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

After talking with Yamato Shou Anding, the interrogator handed him the communicator, encouraged him and left.

"An Ding must work hard, replace me at the side of the chief executive, and watch him carefully."

The camouflaged Yamato Shou'an sat down for a while and then got up and left, seeing that the direction he was heading was the dojo of natural spiritual flow.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga left Yamato Shou'an and said softly, "The next scene."

Yamato Shou'an didn't know what was going on behind the scenes, he couldn't figure out the attitude of the judge, he felt ambiguous or had other meanings, so he didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he took it as a necessary practice for polarization in advance to cheer himself up Come here.

That's it.

Walking to the door of Natural Lixin Stream, Yamato Mamoru Anding knocked on the door, "I'm Yasuda Tetsuhei."

He was led into the house by the samurai who opened the door, and the samurai said as he walked, "Hahaha, it's really rare. There are samurai who want to join in a small place like ours. Of course, our school is very powerful."

Entering the house, Yamato Moran Ding saw the dojo master Kondo Shusaku sitting on the top, waiting in full force. He didn't say much. He asked Yamato Moran Ding and a teacher of the natural mind school to fight and learn from each other.

Yamato Mamoru Anding knows that his moves are inherited from Souji Okita. Although this genius swordsman has made some innovations in the sword style, he still cannot do without the root of the natural heart flow. He restrains his moves and tries his best not to show his flaws.

"All right."

Kondo Shusaku made a speech, stopping the two people in the confrontation, saying that he saw Yasuda Tetsuhei's intentions and was willing to let him join the dojo.

Yamato Shou'an thanked him and left with the other brothers.

"Strange."

Kondo Zhou made a question. He recruited the teacher who had played against Anding to ask him how he felt. The teacher said that he was very familiar with it and noticed a trace of natural flow of mind.

Although Yasuda Tetsuhei didn't know what Yasuda Tetsuhei wanted, Kondo Shusaku still kept him. The other party was not afraid of sneaking in alone, so what was he afraid of sitting in the camp.

Yamato Morita quietly looked around during the competition, and he didn't see the shadow of Okita Souji in his impression. According to the historical line he knew, Okita Souji had already joined the Natural Rishin School for the next year at this time.

He asked the senior brother next to him, "Are all the people here?"

The senior brother took a rough look around, "Ah, yes, everyone is here."

Yamato's stable heart raised his throat, and history has changed

who did it

"Wait, I'll take a look," the brother interrupted suddenly, "Oh, there is one person missing, and I don't know where the chief executive has gone."

"Shoji Okita is a new disciple of Master's new income last year. Although he is still young, he is extremely talented in the way of swordsmanship."

So where is Souji Okita now?

After watching the opening, Xinghe and Tsurumaru Kuninaga parted ways, and he went back to Yoshiya Reishiro, while Tsurumaru Kuninaga continued to be mysterious and didn't know what to do.

Although Tsurumaru Kuninaga keeps saying that Xinghe is hiding things from him, but he himself is not like this. He has known him for a long time, and only knows that this person is a fallen Fusangshen.

Especially, thinking of Tsurumaru Kuninaga going out quietly late at night, Xinghe looked calm, although he didn't know what he was hiding.

But the two seem to be friendly, but they are actually on guard against each other.

He knelt again and sat next to the dividing line between light and darkness. Unlike before, he had more shamisen in his hand. After returning from the performance that day, Yoshiya Reishiro told him, "If you feel at a loss in your heart and don't know the way forward, you might as well play the piano, it's better than letting it go." alone in the dark."

"Zheng"

Holding the pluck with his right hand and flicking it lightly, Xinghe pressed the trembling strings before the lingering sound was broken.

"Breaking in without the consent of the master is like taking it without warning."

"Sorry sorry."

A head popped out from the top of the wall, "I just walked here and heard the sound of the shamisen, and I couldn't help getting closer."

"Are you the musician that has been hotly discussed recently?"

"awesome"

The child is about ten years old, with a ponytail, the baby fat on his face has not faded, his eyes are more or less black and white, and the most common innocent expression, but in a certain way, it seems to be too obsessive.

"I'm Souji Okita, a disciple of the Natural Lixinliu Dojo."

Yoshiya Reishiro said next to him, "I feel that Xinghe often sits under the eaves for a day, and it seems a bit lonely. It would be better if he was accompanied by his peers."

You treated me like an adult when you joked about love letters yesterday.

Who else would be the same age as a ten-year-old kid?

"what ever."

Xinghe picked up the pluck and continued to play the piano.

Although the young Okita Souji was bothersome, he was extraordinarily reasonable. When he saw Xinghe playing the piano, he also leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes to listen to the melodious music.

A song ends.

"Is it over?" He asked himself and answered, "This ending, like a boat in a storm or a passer-by without a light in the middle of the night, seems to be trapped forever and cannot escape."

"Some questions will never be answered, and some songs don't need to find an end."

"Don't say such old-fashioned things," Okita Souji looked at Xinghe, "Can I play a song again?"

"Ah, ah," Tsurumaru Kuninaga came back suddenly, and Xinghe could hear him panting unevenly, as if he had just been busy, "While I was away, Xinghe found a new companion."

He said to Souji Okita, "Welcome, I am Hirayamajo."

"I'm Okita Souji, nice to meet you." Okita Souji hesitated, but still greeted Tsurumaru Kuninaga cheerfully.

Not because the other party is blind, but because of a sixth sense.

How should I put it, Okita Souji looked at the person who called himself Hirayamajo, and the smile on the other side seemed to be twisted into an ukiyo-e with twisted and obscure lines.

He stepped back slowly and poked Xinghe, "Let's go for a walk."

"No"

"Let's go, let's go." Before Xinghe finished speaking, he was pushed out the door by Mr. Okita.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga still closed his eyes, facing the direction Xinghe and Okita left.

A hoarse voice came from the beam, "It's really useless, even a child can't be trusted."

It was the white-haired Wuhutui. He squatted halfway on the beam, his body was surrounded by an ominous and hazy atmosphere. Weird and twisted mysterious patterns wrapped around his body, emerging from his clothes, wrapping around his neck and wrapping his face.

Extremely unknown.

"What are you talking about? Compared to you who have fallen so badly that you can't appear in front of people, I've been working hard all the time."

"Aren't you ashamed at all?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga finally boasted a bit, "But he trusts me to pick someone who is not bad."

The peddler in worn-out kimono put down his stall and had a rest in front of the oil shop. Someone immediately came forward to drive the peddler away so that he would not affect his business. After a few reproachful words, the girls walked away from the peddler with their companions laughing and laughing. When they saw Xinghe, the girls blushed and their eyes turned into soft water, but they bit their lips and became discouraged when they saw the other party's cold and unshakable gaze.

Director Okita seemed to be still young, he tugged on Xinghe's sleeve, stepped on his foot and whispered in his ear, "Do you owe money yet?"

"Why do they keep looking at you?"

"No."

"do not know."

Director Okita shook Xinghe's sleeve, "Say a few more words."

"Today's cloud is so good, the wind is so clear, why not happy."

"I don't know what to say, I have nothing to say, I'm tired of talking nonsense."

Xinghe didn't want to say that Sanlian didn't discourage Mr. Okita at all, "Then I've agreed."

"I"

"Tread Tread Tread"

A galloping horse came galloping from the other side of the street, startling countless people. The buyer who had just poked his head out of the oil shop immediately stretched his feet back, and the hawker carrying the burden instinctively squeezed under the eaves. Only the girls, Just about to move their legs away from the place of right and wrong, the narrow kimono tightly restricted their movements, the outermost one staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, her bundled hair also fell apart with the bumps, she turned towards the girl in horror. The companions stretched out their hands, only to find that they had already flown away like wild birds.

despair.

The legs of the girl lying on the ground began to tremble in fear, and she struggled to get up but couldn't use any strength.

The footsteps of galloping horses gradually became denser, and she could hear the shouts of the riders, telling all pedestrians to leave or they would live and die at their own risk.

Xinghe continued to walk forward, but Okita Souji beside him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Okita Souji hurried to the girl who was in the end, and stretched out his hand to her, "Hold me."

In a panic, the girl grabbed the ten-year-old boy's hand tightly, and the other party forcefully lifted her up from the ground and threw her back, but after all, she was too small and unsteady on her feet, so she stumbled and took a few steps towards the middle of the road. .

At this time, the steed was already in front of us, and the rider was wearing an official uniform, looking at the child in the middle of the road, he was about to rush straight there without blinking.

Mr. Okita had just stood firm, when the whistling wind came to his ears, and the flying sand from the horse's front hooves pierced his cheek. His only thought at this moment was that he was so careless. When he returned to the dojo, he would definitely Being scolded by the master.

Out of the corner of his eye, the musician he just met today is still a few steps away, holding the shamisen in his arms that he couldn't put down when he went out.

I don't know whether it was the reflection of the shamisen or the fingertips of the man were too white, leaving a white hole in his retina, his thoughts fell into that hole, this is probably before death.

In a blink of an eye, Okita Souji blinked and blinked again, and he found himself standing next to the musician under the eaves, and the galloping samurai looked back frequently on the horse, as if seeing something strange.

The musician was a head taller than him, and his jaw line was soft like a woman's, but his eyebrows and eyes were abruptly sharpened like a sword. It was not the outline of the eyebrows and eyes, but the divine light in the slightly closed eyelids.

"look what i do"

Okita Souji blinked again, "No, thank you."

"Are you a peerless swordsman born in the world?"

"Just now," Mr. Okita gesticulated, "you dragged me back in an instant. You must be very good at martial arts."

"so so."

"Ordinary people don't have such quick reflexes. Although I am young, I am the genius swordsman that Master calls, and I am definitely not a child who can be easily fooled."

Xinghe nodded between his eyebrows, "I was saved because you were a child, and misfortune will happen if you cling to the identity of a warrior and pry into secrets."

Souji Okita covered his mouth, but his crescent-like smiling eyes seemed to indicate that he was not worried about Xinghe's threat, "May I ask a question? One, just one."

Because of covering his mouth, Okita Souji's voice was muffled.

"No."

"You just saved me because you don't want to see people you know die."

"What kind of familiar person are you?"

"I can't tell. We stayed under the same roof for so long, talked so much, and had such a small but clear connection. How can we be called strangers."

Xinghe stopped suddenly and looked straight at Souji Okita who had finished speaking.

"What's the matter, is there something on my face?"

What is something that should not be me? We have lived under the same roof for so long, talked so much, and had such a small but clear connection, how can we say something that is not right for me.

How long ago did I hear this sentence? It seemed that it was still in that empty room, where the little beggar-like girl was stubbornly tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"It's nothing."

"I just think that you are very kind."

Mr. Okita chuckled, "No, it's just that my mind has not reacted yet, and my body moved first. I don't know what's going on."

The musician holding the shamisen seemed to be confused and hesitant because he touched some old thoughts. Mr. Okita recalled that when he followed his brother to play behind him, he saw the spring cherry blossoms falling into the water and was wet by the clear stream. The melancholy when the flowing water goes away is the bewilderment after knowing that the fate is fixed and there is no struggle.

"What's so sad"

Souji Okita questioned, this musician is like a crack in the eternal ice field, revealing the soft inside.

"Nothing." But soon the cold froze again.

"The things I am troubled by have been haunting me for too long, and now I am simply confused by the word. But I think no matter what kind of troubles, time will tell him the answer, but now the only There is silence."

Director Okita looked at him worriedly, but soon he changed the subject in a considerate manner, "In that case, let's put it down first, I also have the same experience, I can never find what I want to find, give up But the time quickly appeared in front of my eyes, and sometimes I thought, this is just like a joke made by fate."

He squeezed out a chubby smiling face, and Xinghe reached out and poked it.

Souji Okita covered his cheek, "What are you doing?"

"What did I do?" The musician's expression was unexpectedly innocent, as if he really didn't know what he had done.

Yamato Mamoru Anding, who came out to find someone, stood quietly in the corner and looked at the young old master. Seeing that the old master was so happy, he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, but Yamato Mamoru Anding looked at the musician next to Souji Okita, I seem to have seen it somewhere

"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

Director Okita waved his hand at Xinghe. He was curious because he heard the servants in the dojo keep talking about this hotly-discussed figure in the countryside. I don’t know if the master would blame him for delaying his practice. Hurry up and go back to the dojo. .

"Although I don't know what happened, I still hope you can pick up the knife. No matter how you say it, it's people who make mistakes, not knives, right?"

Xinghe was noncommittal, "Let's talk."

Yamato Mamoru watched Okita Souji rushing towards the dojo, and he rushed back to the dojo first, and just entered the door when he heard his brother say, "I just came back, Zheping."

"Yes."

The other party didn't ask him where he went, which made Yamato Shou Anding heave a sigh of relief.

After Yamato Shou'an left, the senior brother reported to Kondo Shusaku all kinds of things about Yamato Shou'an.

"He seems to pay special attention to the director general."

Not long after, another person came and said that Director Okita was back, Shusaku Kondo's frown was inadvertently parted, and his face also had a color of relief, "Let Director come here."

"Yes."

"Master, you are looking for me"

"Does the Director know the new student Tetsuhei Yasuda?"

"No, what's the matter, Master"

"Director, help me pay more attention to him."

"Yes, disciple will definitely do it"

Kondo Shusaku waved his hand, "Don't be so serious, just be casual."

Souji Okita grimaced, "Okay."

Okita Souji is Kondo Shusaku's new disciple. Although he is still young, his talent and mind are among the best, especially his resolute attitude. Once he sets a goal, he never regrets it.

Yamato Shou Anding was still cleaning the house, when he heard someone knocking on the door, he quickly pulled away and saw the young old master, who had his hands behind his back and bent slightly curiously, "I'm Okita Souji, I'm very sorry, I wasn't there when you came, don't mind my late welcome."

Yamato Mamoru's hands trembled, and he suddenly pressed his hands to the ground, "No, no, I'm so happy that you can come."

"you"

"Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue."

"Don't be so solemn, to be honest, the first time I saw you, it seemed like seeing an old friend who hadn't seen you for a long time," Okita Souji scratched his head shyly, "Although it's too strange to say such a thing at my age. "

Yamato Mamoru lowered his head, tears welled up in his eyes in a corner where Okita Souji could not see, "I am very, very, very happy to hear you say that."

The complex emotions in his heart were tangled into a ball of wool that could not be untied into a dead knot, with no head or thread, and no way to find the end.

"Me too."

Okita Souji said with a smile.

To some extent, the habitual personalities of these two people seem to overlap too much.

Occasionally, some people in the dojo would interleave the names of Souji Okita and Anda Yamato, and even Shusaku Kondo murmured that this person might be Souji Okita's long-lost brother.

His adopted son, Isamu Kondo, poured his father a cup of tea and quipped, "That might be."

Yamato Shou'an couldn't sleep at night, so he put on his clothes and went to the yard. The boundless starry sky swayed the starlight wantonly, and the smooth lake surface was like a mirror shining brightly in the night. He hesitated to use the communicator to contact Honmaru. Now the old owner is living happily. He Forcibly throwing the Shinsengumi ten years later out of their minds.

It's time to go back.

"Hey, is it stable?"

The connection over there was quickly connected. The first sentence of the interrogator was to ask him, and the second sentence was to ask Mr. Okita.

"How is Souji Okita? Are you in good health? Did you rest on time?"

"all is well."

Yamato Mamoru Anding slowly told Okita Souji's daily life, when he wakes up in the morning, how well he sleeps, what kind of dishes he likes, what kind of catchphrase he prefers, everything is deeply imprinted in his heart.

"An Ding's feelings for the chief executive are really deep," said the interrogator.

Yamato Shou Anding hurriedly explained to the judge.

The god judge smiled and said it's okay, he likes people like An Ning who are nostalgic for nostalgia. In a corner where Yamato Shou An Ding can't see, the god judge randomly broke off the blooming flowers on the window sill, sniffed them at the tip of his nose and threw them into the trash can , that gloomy and strange look is like Shura.

Yamato Mamoru said that he saw a person beside Okita Souji who made him feel weird, "should not belong to this time and space," he said.

"What's it like?"

Yamato Morita described what he saw.

The judge hesitated to say whether it might be a retrograde army that he had never seen before, lurking beside Souji Okita to win his trust. Hearing what the judge said, Yamato Shou Anding panicked for a while, "Please keep An Ding Let the chief stand by your side for a while," said the interrogator.

Yamato Shou'an hesitated again and again, and accepted the task.

"Then see you in peace." The judge closed the communicator.

Hasebe, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, entered the room after receiving the promise, and asked the interrogator about the whereabouts of Yamato Moran Ding with some anxiety.

The judge held his face in his hands, and wrote lightly, "I asked An Ding to practice in advance, why not?"

"Yamato is stable, but he is new to Honmaru, against Okita Souji's thoughts"

"Pressed Hase"

The god judge was angry, "The duty of a sword is to improve its strength and guard history, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Then because you are weak in your heart and can't face the cruel truth, shouldn't this be attributed to yourself?"

"Even if something happens because of this."

"It can only be said that this person is too weak."

The judge spread his hands lightly, with a dim expression on his face, "I know that I care deeply about my colleagues," he smiled unpredictablely, "but don't ignore your responsibilities because of personal interests."

After Yamato Morita finished speaking, he turned off the communicator and hesitated in the yard for a while before returning to the house.

The thick leaves in summer trembled a few times under the night wind, and a bunch of white hairs faintly flowed out from the gaps. The leaves opened and closed again, and the white hairs disappeared.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga got up late at night again. Before he left, he deliberately poked Xinghe's face. The other party suddenly opened his eyes. The cold gaze like the light of a knife could almost tear him into pieces. Tsurumaru Kununaga whispered in Xinghe's ear , "It's really inconvenient for a blind person like me to get up at night."

Xinghe moved his head, "I wish you never come back."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled and left, proud of his successful prank.

Xinghe lowered his eyes slowly, his expression was unclear, he heard Tsurumaru Kuninaga's already light footsteps dispersed with the wind, returning to calm.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga searched for a quiet place, and the five tigers withdrew from the tall branches and jumped to the ground in twos and threes.

"Yamato Shou'an wanted to leave, but was stopped by the judge."

"It coincides with each other." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with a smile, "I didn't expect there to be such a heart-to-heart person."

Five Tigers Retirement "Evil thoughts that harm people can always find resonance."

Tsurumaru never cared and said, "We should thank him no matter what, and handed the knife to us, what about the others?"

"Observing the movement everywhere, an unknown person appeared around Hijikata Toshizo, who seemed to belong to another Honmaru."

"To test the will of Izumi Mori Kanesada," Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked.

"No"

"It seems that he is interested in Hijikata Toshizo's murderous reputation, so he keeps arranging for Shenshen to investigate."

The gentleness of the five tigers' retreat is that the essence is that they are interested in love and love for the future deputy chief of Hijikata who has a notorious reputation.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga chuckled, "That's cute too."

Wu Hutui twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently.

"What happened to your companion?"

"He came with the group of Fusangshen, and he has the aura of Fusangshen with swords on his body. He doesn't know the origin. Anyway, the enemy of the enemy is a friend. Instead of letting the powerful and uncontrollable force wander, it is better to actively control it. "

"It's up to you, as long as you don't ruin the plan."