[Hakuouki Doujin] The Tide of Fallen Leaves

In Nue Ye's memory, the sky on the battlefield was mostly dusty, but today's sky is as clear as a blue, so clear that one can't help but yearn for it.

The surviving people supported each other in twos and threes, and the fallen corpses covered the entire plain. The crows and wild beasts hadn't come yet, but they were already calling for friends.

Nue Ye glanced at the knife in his hand, squinted his eyes and scanned the part where the blade was curled due to the impact, and finally found helplessly that the weapon in his hand was no longer suitable for the next use. Sha's throat could not be cut open.

Okita had unknowingly used the power of Rakshasa, and was standing aside panting loudly, half kneeling on the ground trying to fight with the killing instinct and regain his sanity.

Yamazaki stood aside, his hand that was using the dagger was already soaked in blood, the dried blood made his movements stiff, and he was trying to peel off the blood coagulation piece by piece so that he could retract the dagger.

There were one wound after another on Harada's hand, and the tip of the spear fell into the enemy's body at some point. Relying on the stick and the knife at his waist, he was the one who had the most difficulty maintaining it among the few, with different lengths. The weapon made his movements a little flustered, resulting in more openings than usual.

Nue Ye put the knife in his hand back into the scabbard, untied the tether, and thrust it into the mud with force, so that the knife stood upright on the ground.

He ignored the gazes of other people, folded his palms together and bowed to the knife, and then picked up the weapon and sword in the other's hand from a soldier who looked more advanced in clothing, and put one in his arms , and one is placed in the newly vacated position.

Fortunately, no matter which side the soldiers are now, they will wear swords just in case.

The place where these five people stood originally belonged to the front line, but as the new government army sprinted away, it has now become the rear defense of the government army. The remaining forces of the shogunate army have completely collapsed. was let off.

After finishing a series of things, Nueno took out another bag from his arms, and threw another bag to Saito who was kneeling on the ground and hugging his shoulders.

"Drink it." He didn't even look at it, but he threw the bag in front of the opponent very accurately.

The man with the same gray hair opened his eyes wide with slender pupils, staring absently at the blurred picture in front of him.

He firmly suppressed the uncontrollable urge to swing the weapon in his body, gasped silently, cold sweat slid and dripped from his body, his eyes were almost out of focus, and his state was worse than that of Okita beside him.

Nueno rubbed his fingers, glanced at the particularly fragmented corpses around Saito, and repeated: "Drink it."

This time, he used a strong and commanding tone.

It took the man a while to react to Nueno's words. He stretched out his trembling hands to pull the rope, took out the small glass bottle inside, tried several times and finally succeeded in pulling out the cork, and then shook out nearly half of it. Under the condition, he reluctantly brought the bottle to his lips and drank it.

As soon as the liquid entered his throat, Saito's gasping condition improved obviously. He gradually calmed down his breathing, but he still bowed his head and knelt in the same place without moving.

After all...he drank the potion.

When one comrade after another and the soldiers loyal to him were heading towards the point of no return, in the face of this inevitable defeat, he finally let his unwilling grief and indignation cover up his rationality, drank that devilish potion, and transformed into Shura, with sharp fangs, turned into a pale ghost among the enemy army, harvesting lives.

When he finally came back to his senses and only his companions who came to help him were left around, Saito noticed the irresistible hunting urge in his heart. For the first time, he realized how painful it was that others were struggling to suppress torture.

The blood kept stimulating his nasal cavity and salivary glands, as if only hot blood could quench his hunger and thirst.

The body is clamoring, but the brain knows that it should stop this impulse, so the conflicting parties are rampaging in the body, trying to find an outlet to vent.

The images that flashed through his head were messy and full of sins, until he drank the potion Nueno gave him, his thoughts could finally be connected into a thread.

Ahh... I drank it.

He said to himself like this.

He accepted this fact, but dared not look up.

To be precise, he did not dare to look up at Nueno standing in front of him.

The hair in the field of vision slowly turned from gray and white to the usual deep indigo, Saito still knelt on the spot.

Okita and Harada also came here with exhaustion and pain, not to mention Nueno and Yamazaki who were already standing nearby.

Finally, Nueno said, "Let's go back."

Closing the paper door, Nueno brought in the fish soup, put the bowl and the cauldron in front of the other five people in the room, took the fish bone that he had scooped up, silently and nimbly picked out the fish meat and chewed it in his mouth.

The external windows are only slightly raised to let the air circulate. The autumn in the north is getting cooler. Although it is only September (the old calendar), it is inevitable to add a few more clothes.

In the past few days, Nue Ye has made more dishes to nourish the body, so that the male wounded soldiers in the room can rest well, so as to recover their previous energy.

As for the topic of Rakshasa, Nue Ye never brought it up as if he had forgotten it. Usually, he just quietly matched Rakshasa's more obvious night attribute, and cleverly avoided many embarrassing occasions.

However, today he seems to be determined to explain this matter.

After eating, Nueno put down his chopsticks, and waited for everyone to stop eating before he glanced at everyone and said slowly, "I will go to the city in a few days." The location of the few people is close to Sendai On the outskirts of the city, there is still about half an hour away from Sendai City. "There is quite a large number of Rakshasa in the city. I think that besides the Shinsengumi's Rakshasa team, there should be Yukimura Tsunichi's army. If necessary, I must meet them."

"Everyone except Chizuru stays here. When the body recovers, we meet up with Ryunosuke and come to Ezo to find me. As for Chizuru, I have something to tell you, and then talk to me alone. talk."

"...One last reminder, use the potion that suppresses the blood-sucking impulse properly, the amount is just that, unless Ryunosuke brings new potions, you all have to rely on the current ones to survive, and you are not allowed to attack others!"

Harada's eyes widened, and he couldn't help shouting: "If you take Chizuru there, you will start a war with Tsunami Yukimura, right?! I won't allow it!"

"Qianzuru is just a bait. After I lure Yukimura Tsunamichi out, I will guarantee her safety." Nueno did not shy away, "And even if I don't take her there, there are some things that Qianzuru has to see clearly, otherwise No matter what other people say, it’s not real enough for her.”

Then, Nueno turned his gaze to Chizuru, "Since Harada has started this, let me just say it directly, lest we have to make an appointment in private." After a pause, he continued: "I know you are still right The ghost clan has doubts. It seems that even if you let Qian talk to you, you still don't feel exactly what you have in your blood. You are too well protected. Compared with other ghost clan heirs, compared to For Chikage Kazama, you are even more fragile than Kaoru Nagumo."

"Do you still remember that I told you about my relationship with Tsunamichi?"

Chizuru froze for a moment, then nodded with a complicated expression.

Nue Ye quickly guessed what she was thinking, "I know you don't want to admit anything, but facts are facts, and since it has become a fact, you should take advantage of it."

"At that time...and when Chizuru...?" Chizuru asked hesitantly.

"Well, I have a relationship with the ghost clan." Nue Yeyin went further, "I lived with Tsunamichi at a certain time and for a certain reason. At that time, Tsunami Yukimura was " "Disciple" came to me in the name of another person who served me as an existence, and the three of them lived together."

"However, after a period of time, he left with another person, and I embarked on a journey again, leaving Edo, going to Kyushu and Shikoku, and then I didn't know what happened to him, and it was a long time later , I was notified that the Yukimura family was disposed of by the general." Nueno observed Chizuru's expression, and said in a flat tone. "I don't think you know about it, do you want to know?"

Qianhe hesitated for a moment, then immediately bent down and said respectfully, "Please tell me what's going on."

"Very good." Nueno raised the corners of his mouth and looked around at the others again, "Since you have heard about other people's family affairs, please bury the next thing in your heart and don't gossip around. I believe you can understand."

"Well, because I also heard the story from others, although I am confident that it is probably true, but I have not experienced it myself, so if you still have questions and I can't answer them for you, Qianzuru, you must You have to figure out the answer by yourself." Putting his hands in his pockets, Nueno sighed, pulled the tray that had already been set aside, poured a cup of tea for everyone, and said after thinking for a while: "So... where should the story come from? What about?"

The author has something to say:

In the last chapter, I thought there would be some feedback, but it seems that everyone is calmer now, and the number of comments has not increased.

Now that I have mentioned two or three things about the Xuecun family, I would like to declare something here: Everything about the Xuecun family is blurred out by my impression of the official + colleagues’ private settings. It is a self-streaming setting, please do not take it seriously .Thanks!

Looking at the outline of about half a page of A4 left, there are at least 50 chapters left... Orz

However, the setting is relatively simple, I will see if I can accumulate a little more, and it will be smoother if there are thousands of cranes... (Dark Fog)