"Director... Kondo, I... I can't take the knife anymore..." Okita's expression did not change, but tears flowed out.
Kondo Yuki looked at the tears of Okina and remained silent.
"You will pick up the knife. What you need to do now is not to continue training." Kondo Yuuki sighed, with regret in his eyes.
"You're tired, it's time to take a rest."
"I will help you arrange temporary rehabilitation procedures for you to take the lead and take good care of your health. We will wait for you to come back and continue to fight side by side."
Kondo Yuki comforted him dryly.
"Well, I got it Kondo..."
Chief Okina nodded.
She is at a loss now.
What should I do if I can't really pick up the knife?
A samurai who can't hold the knife - isn't it ridiculous?
Main-ji Okita temporarily left the new selection group and began his own cultivation life.
Although Okina Shinji now can no longer hold the sword with both hands, he can still walk down the ground.
She walked shakingly on the streets of Kyoto, not wearing the light onion-colored Haori of the Xinxuan group, but wearing her own cherry-colored Wu suit.
People around him saw Okita Shinji with a knife and avoided him, but Okita Shinji himself felt extremely ridiculous.
Even though I could not draw my sword, I was still afraid.
Samurai - It's ridiculous.
Turning his head and looking at the new selected group's residence.
A big flag with the word "Sincere" was dancing.
"Does my sincerity really exist?..."
She couldn't help but walk out of the city.
Although Inoue Genzaburo's body was used to the tomb of the General Tokugawa Ishimao, the newly selected group still set up a tomb for Inoue outside the city.
Chapter completed!