Samura and Isamu Hijikata Mishimazaki spent a long time changing glasses.
"What! They are drunkards!" Shimazaki Isamu's face turned red after drinking. He was holding the wine glass, shaking it, and his eyes were blurred. "In my opinion, those who fall asleep after drinking are drunk.
Yes, he is not an alcoholic!"
"That's just a drunken act." Toshizo Hijikata held the wine glass, took a sip, and exhaled a breath that smelled of alcohol.
"I think! Only a person who drinks sake quietly is qualified to be called an alcoholic!"
Zuo Cun looked at the table with an expressionless expression.
Drink all the wine in the bowl, and then——
Snap.
Drunk and fell to the ground.
"Huh?" Hijikata and Shimazaki's attention was attracted.
"What? Zuocun got drunk so easily."
"Huh? Where's the wine?" Hijikata picked up the wine jar and found that there was not a drop of wine left.
"Something's wrong, I remember, hiccup, there was a jar full before?" Shimazaki shook his head drunkenly.
Snap, snap.
Shimazaki Isamu and Hijikata Toshizo were also drunk.
After a while, the door of the room where the three people were drinking was opened.
Kondo Shusuke looked at the three young men who were as drunk as dead dogs and sighed.
"I guessed it would be like this..." He smiled and shook his head, "But this is not bad. The greatest friendship between men is over wine and swords."
"Are the three of them drunk?" Ms. Okita's head poked out from behind Kondo Shusuke.
"Wow, it smells like alcohol." Saito pinched his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
The three of them drank five jars of wine in total.
"Saito, you drag Hijikata back to your room, and I'll drag Shimazaki. Okita, you...send this bastard Samura to his room as well."
"Huh? Me?" Miss Okita pointed at herself.
Kondo Shusuke nodded: "It's cold now. If Saito and I send Hijikata Shimazaki and Shimazaki back and then come back to see Zuomura off, Zuomura will probably catch the cold, so I'm begging you."
"All right......"
Miss Okita grabbed one of Zuocun's hands and lifted him up.
Samura's body shape is well-proportioned, and he is slightly taller than Okita. His height is just over 1.7 meters, and he is also relatively thin.
Okita can lift Zuomura up easily.
"Really, Master and the others just want to be lazy." After muttering, Miss Okita carefully dragged Samura towards his room.
Zuo Cun was very drunk and didn't say anything along the way, which made the frightened Miss Okita sigh in relief.
Putting Zuocun on the mattress that had been laid in advance, and simply covering him with a quilt, Miss Okita looked at Zuocun through the faint moonlight.
His eyes dimmed slightly.
Mr. Samura, how did you come all this way?
From the first time she got to know the person behind Anno Samura, Ms. Okita felt that there was something incredible about this man.
Carrying a gap of fifteen years, but still able to live in this world with a smile.
But that smile...
In the two months we've been together, Okita Souji...has almost never seen Samura smile.
It was fine when he was with Ryoma and Ms. Aaron. Perhaps because he had like-minded companions, Mr. Samura would occasionally smile.
But during the time he returned to Edo, Samura... had been acting very cold.
Along the way, when the two of them got along, Okita could clearly feel the distance emanating from Zuo Cun and the baggage he carried when talking to him.
Okita was somewhat disappointed.
He is such a gentle person, but what took away Mr. Samura's smile?
Zuo Cun under the faint moonlight has the same expression as when he was traveling.
Okita covered Zuocun with the quilt, stood up, and walked out of the room.
Looking at the sleeping Samura through the crack in the door, Miss Okita couldn't help but said: "Sure enough... I still hope that Mr. Samura can smile more..."
Click.
Zuo Cun burped.
...
A few days passed.
The open space behind the Trial Guard Hall.
"Mr. Kondo, please appreciate the swordsmanship created by me." Zuo Cun did not bring a crane, but an ordinary sword.
"Please, Samura-kun." Shusuke Kondo smiled and nodded.
"Samura's swordsmanship is no less than or even better than mine!" Miss Okita said with a smile.
"Huh? Did that guy grow up so fast?" Shimazaki Isamu was a little surprised.
"Okita, what are you so happy about?" Toshizo Hijikata looked at Souji Okita suspiciously.
"Stop talking, that guy Samura has started." Saito interrupted Hijikata and looked at Samura intently.
Zuocun took a deep breath.
Then, in the stunned eyes of several people.
Jumped up.
"F*ck!" Saito kept swearing.
Zuo Cun's jump was as if he had taken off. He didn't use all his strength, but he jumped seven or eight meters high.
"This...?" Hijikata looked at Okita.
"Huh? What's wrong? Is this Mr. Samura's swordsmanship?" Okita said with a smile.
"No, no, no, no matter how normal you say it is, something is not quite right." Isamu Shimazaki covered his head and shook his head.
Although Kondo Shusuke was also surprised, he didn't make as much fuss as the three young men.
This power...
The method of application should be somewhat similar to Shuchichi of Natural Rishin Ryu.
Natural Rishin-ryu has been passed down for countless generations before people can sum up Shuchi, and there are even fewer people who have practiced it.
Anno Zuomura, this person...
Zuocun, on the other hand, didn't care about the thoughts of people on the ground.
Standing up with the knife, Zuocun looked at the wooden stake on the ground.
Since I want to show it to Mr. Kondo, then...
New feather wheel, one of the wings.
"Tsurume." Samura whispered in a voice that only he could hear.
The body that seemed to be stagnant in mid-air suddenly fell downwards at a rapid speed.
The knife cut through the wooden pile easily.
Snap.
The wooden pile as tall as a person split into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Samura sheathed his sword and bowed slightly to Shusuke Kondo: "You're showing off, Mr. Kondo."
Kondo Shusuke didn't speak, just nodded and walked over from the side.
He squatted down and looked at the wooden stake that Zuocun had chopped into two pieces.
Falling from the air, the force is greater than normal thrusting or chopping.
Moreover, this kind of jumping ability can also avoid the enemy's slashes. At the same time, the air is also a blind spot for many people...
Kondo Shusuke had a good eye, and he could see the principle of Samura Hyakutori-ryu with just one move after another.
But this magical jumping power...
"Actually, I should be glad that I didn't let you stay in the trial hall at that time, Samura." Kondo Shusuke stood up.
"Even when I was young, I might not be able to use this level of sharp sword skills." Shusuke Kondo patted Zuomura on the shoulder.
Saito lay down on the fence, looked at Zuomura, and shrank his head.