"Well--"
Okina's body softened.
"Zuocun..."
He put the Okita General in his arms on the ground, and Zuomura pulled out the California Kiyoshi-kura who was inserted on his shoulder and placed it next to Okita.
Just then, applause rang out.
“What a wonderful showdown.”
A man came over from a distance.
"...Nakura...Shinba." Zuocun looked at this rather strange figure.
Although I don’t know each other, Zuocun once saw this person’s portrait in the information and had a chance to meet him.
Nagakura Shinhara, the captain of the second team of the new selection group, is said to be no less than that of Okita and Saito Ichi. The one who practices like Serizawa Ya, Shinami Kishi, and advocates powerless Shinto.
"I can see that you don't want to kill Captain Kotota."
He pulled out his sword: "But please don't get me wrong. I'm not a sick person like Captain Okita, nor a wounded person like Captain Saito, nor is it like other captains, just a group of stinky fish and rotten shrimps."
"So, for me, you'd better not think about keeping your hands."
"Otherwise - be careful to die here."
Nagakura Shinga looked at Zuocun with danger and blood in his eyes.
"I dare to say it..."
Zuocun was not angry. He just smiled while panting because he knew that Nagakura Shinhata was qualified to say this.
"You are one of the new team captains I'm not very familiar with, but it is said that your strength is not inferior to Okina and Saito."
He held the crane, his blade and his arms were in a straight line, without any intention of retreating or escaping.
"Let me see if your strength can really match them."
"... Then you can try it, wanted criminal, feather ghost kill... Zuocun Annuo."
Nagakura Shinhara's eyes narrowed.
Zuocun jumped up and chopped towards Nagakura Shinba.
Table Tennis—
Chapter completed!