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In the hotel Ikeda House in Sanjo Bridge, Nakahara Nakaya sat among the crowd with a pale face, not listening to anything, thinking about the person he saw during the day.

He was a little confused.

So why didn't you tell about his presence here?

At night in Kyoto City, the last light is extinguished, and even the chirping of cicadas has disappeared.

A large piece of dark cloud floated in the distance, covering the moon, the clouds were churning, with a trace of water vapor surging, and a rain line suddenly flew down from the sky.

On the narrow streets among the low houses, samurai with knives galloped silently, and the solemn and dark team shuttled silently through the city of Kyoto.

The first sound broke the silence of the night, the bright fire flickered on, the sound of panicked footsteps, and the noisy noise rendered an uneasy atmosphere.

The gate of Ikeda House was slammed open, and samurai wearing the same uniforms entered one after another.

The rogues in the house were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat, and instinctively reached for the knife at hand.

Isamu Kondo looked around and smiled.

"Ah, I found you."

After the words fell, the exposed ronin raised their knives, and all the people hiding in the hotel came out.

After a closer look, everyone in the Shinsengumi suddenly felt something was wrong.

There are more than 20 people hidden in this small hotel.

The team led by Isamu Kondo has only ten people in total.

Souji Okita drew his sword first, there is no reason to retreat in this situation.

With the natural flow of mind, the light of the knife pierced the air with lightning speed, leaving only an afterglow in his eyes, and with a plop, a ronin fell down.

Director Okita swung the knife neatly, the sharp blade was not stained with blood, and was still shining with a cold light.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the handsome young man, his every move was indescribably graceful.

"The Shinsengumi is here to wipe out...thieves."

The rogues looked at each other, raised their knives, gritted their teeth and charged forward.

Okita Souji lowered his body, stared at the front without any wavering, and shuttled freely among the crowd.

Ronin shouted and slashed at him from the side with a knife in his hand. Mr. Okita pushed the knife away with his thumb. The metal collided crisply and pierced through the abdomen of the enemy in front of him. He turned around and blocked the sneak attack sword. The stomach fell to the ground.

He harvested human lives expressionlessly, like an evil-faced Shura crawling out of the depths of hell.

Following Okita Souji, the rest of the Shinsengumi also joined the battlefield.

The number of opponents is more than twice that of theirs, and the Shinsengumi does not have the advantage. In the small hotel, the battle is handed over, screams and wailing are heard endlessly, and the corridors are covered with corpses. As time goes by, everyone's injuries are getting worse and worse. many.

Forced into the cramped Japanese room, Assistant Fujido Heira couldn't use the Taidao. With a flick of his wrist, the enemy seized his opening and stabbed at him.

Under the exhaustion, he couldn't lift the knife.

Another ronin jumped out from behind him, attacking him from both sides.He closed his eyes.

With two ding dings, he heard the sound of a heavy body hitting the ground, opened his eyes, and saw the figure standing in front of him.

Fujido Heisuke said in surprise, "Okita!"

When he saw the blood dripping down Okita Souji's fingertips, the expression on his face turned into panic.

"Okita..."

Souji Okita suppressed the itch in his throat and said, "I'm fine."

After speaking, he ran to the second floor.

Looking at his back, Fujido Heisuke felt a little uneasy.

After running to the second floor, Director Okita saw the man standing by the window, his breathing became heavier and heavier, but he laughed again: "It's you."

The man who made him feel threatened back then in Yoshiwara still doesn't know if he is a ghost or not.

The Central Plains also knew that there was a battle underneath, but they did not show up to help the downfall faction.

He was afraid that he would not be able to restrain the desire for human flesh and blood brought about by Rakshasa transformation. In this hotel, the most dangerous enemy might be himself.

A ronin appeared beside Chuya Nakahara, looking at Souji Okita with a ferocious face: "You are finally here."

Ronin ignored Zhongyuan Zhongye, and stepped forward with a smirk, seemingly relaxed, but always vigilant.

Okita Souji slowly raised the knife, turning the tip of the knife slightly, "I thought I would finally have a duel with you, but now this is not the opponent I want."

He didn't pay attention to the opponent in front of him. Although he usually looked approachable, Occasionally Okita Souji would show a natural arrogance.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

Who is this?

Okita Souji didn't know that the opponent he identified no longer remembered him at all.

Souji Okita, who was playing with the ronin leisurely while holding the knife, suddenly paused, and was stabbed by the ronin who had been waiting for the moment.

After retreating to a safe distance, Souji Okita's eyes became distracted for a moment, and he covered his chest and coughed forcefully.

When he put down his hand, he stared at the blood on the palm of his hand, and turned the palm over as if nothing had happened.

"continue."

......

After the Shinsengumi started to move, Kamiya Mingichi couldn't keep up with them. Although he wanted to act together, in the end he could only slowly chase after them.

He looked up at the moon and calculated the time. On the way, he went to find another team led by Hijikata Toshisan, and took some gunpowder with him.

As soon as he stood at the door of Ikeda House, a strong smell of blood wafted out.

"Director Kondo, reinforcements have arrived!"

Kamiya Naruto stood at the door and yelled, and Kondo, who had been stabbed several times in his body, laughed heartily, and his slow movements became sharp again.

Hijikata Toshisan joined the battle with another team of more than 20 people.

Shen Guming took advantage of the chaos to avoid all kinds of knives waving towards him, and walked to the second floor, sprinkling gunpowder as he walked.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I saw Okita Souji who was injured and kneeling on the ground, Ronin who raised his sword, and Nakahara Chuya who was watching coldly behind Ronin.

Naruto Kamiya immediately picked up the lamp stand next to him and threw it over. Ronin didn't notice him, he was startled, and subconsciously backed away. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Naruto Kamiya hurried over to support Souji Okita.

"Are you OK."

Okita Souji smiled at him, with blood on his lips.

Tuberculosis, aka tuberculosis.

The person in front of him will die in a few years, maybe he will be exhausted by Rakshasa blood in less than a few years.

In history, the Shinsengumi played an absolute villain role, but in their own lives, the Shinsengumi represented justice.

Naruichi Kamiya picked up Okita Souji's broken sword Kaga Kiyomitsu and stood in front of him.

"give it to me."

Standing by the window, Zhongyuan Zhongye had been watching him intently since he appeared, seeing that he was unwilling to leave even if he was going to be killed by a ronin, he kicked the ronin away angrily, stood in front of him, and looked down condescendingly with him.

"He is more important to you than your own life?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said while suppressing his anger.

"Of course." Thinking that his story is about to end soon, and it's almost the same if he dies sooner or later, Shen Guming complied one by one.

"Xiuyue..." Souji Okita murmured complicatedly from behind.

The delicate and handsome samurai became more breathtakingly beautiful after the battle, and was being protected behind him weakly and worriedly, while the people in front looked at him with gritted teeth, with complex expressions.

......

Huh?What is this white school composition?

Shen Guming was taken aback for a moment.

He even wanted to answer: My concubine is weak and can't...

Whoops, we're on stage.

Especially after Zhongyuan also said: "You don't have to be so vigilant, I won't shoot him." After that.

Kamiya Naruichi tried his best to bring his thoughts back to the situation at the end of the Bakumatsu.

"Give up, you have no chance of winning against the Shinsengumi."

Nakahara also remembered what this person said to him when they were still guests and wandering girls in Yoshihara.

He suddenly had an incredible idea.

Maybe this person in front of him can see clearly than anyone else.

Obviously he was not as loyal to the shogunate as others said, and he knew in his heart that what the shogunate did was wrong.

Maybe it is because of seeing too clearly that I got stuck in the quagmire.

"you......"

Just as Nakahara Chuya was about to speak, the members of the Shinsengumi had already caught up.It is not known how many people died here.

After today's night, everyone will know the name of Shinsengumi Mibu Wolf.

Seeing that things have come to this point, the rest of the Banbai faction are ready to fight to the death.

"Go to hell, dog of the shogunate!" shouted the patriots of the shogunate, raising their swords.

They are to maintain the justice in their hearts.

A few people from the Shinsengumi, who knew Zhongyuan was suspected of being a ghost, surrounded him. Zhongya watched the person standing behind everyone slowly raise the broken knife, and the anger accumulated in his heart suddenly exploded.

What, when did he say he couldn't help him?

It doesn't matter even if you join the Shinsengumi, these people can be called good people compared to the port mafia.

Why didn't you ask him?Helping him decide his life on his own... It's too annoying.

Nakahara Nakaya, who was avoiding the Shinsengumi samurai, finally couldn't stand it anymore and picked up the knife on the ground to block it. The more he hit him, the more irritable he became. Only the blood of that person could calm his restless heart.

Before he knew it, Nakahara Chuya's eyes turned red.

The red light representing gravity reappeared around him, and for a while, the Shinsengumi really had nothing to do with him.

......

I don't know how long it has passed, Chuya Zhongya's vision is blurred, and what is left behind is not known whether it is sweat or blood.

The samurai of the Shinsengumi fell to the ground, and not far away was Hijikata Toshizo, who was fighting the fallen warriors.

Zhong Yuan also raised his head, before completely losing his will, he wanted to say something to that person.

The coldness of the flashing cold blade made his pupils constrict suddenly, and he instinctively raised the knife to block it.

The resistance of the knife point penetrating the body makes the scalp tingle.

The person who fell into his arms weakly due to inertia closed his eyes and smiled contentedly.

The counselor was pierced by the knife, but the knife in his hand turned into a hilt.

His head rested on Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, and his tone was rare and gentle: "You won't win, but now, let's prolong your happiness for a while."

——Walking on the road of falling curtain, sooner or later you will give your life for it, but at least for now, let's live first.

At least live longer than me.

Loud calls sounded from the first floor: "Fire! Fire!"

Hijikata Toshisan stared blankly at this scene, stretched out his hand, but was grabbed by the person behind him.

"The fire is about to rise, hurry up! We must put out the fire first!"

The comatose Okita Souji had been carried away, Hijikata Toshisan's hands and feet were cold, he felt that he should do something, but he could only watch the two embrace each other, that image was frozen in his eyes until many years later When he died in battle, that image appeared in front of his eyes again, that person who smiled differently than usual.

"Run away, Chuya."

In... also?

He suddenly remembered that this person had called him by his name before.

Zhong Yuanzhong never told him, not to mention, in this world, he is not called by this name.

Countless pictures appeared in front of Chuya Zhongyuan, a person died in front of him again and again, and left on his own, never looking back at him.

The picture in front of him overlapped with those fragmentary images, and Nakahara Chuya's hands trembled.

"Run away."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't escape either, he knelt there, feeling the life in his arms disappear little by little, and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to embed him into his body.

A drop of water fell on the ground and was quickly evaporated.

In the bright flames, the two figures clinging tightly together are like an unbreakable monument.

......

What I want to keep the most, I can't keep it even if I try my best.