Later, Beppu Shinsuke did not cause any trouble to Yanagisen.

His eyes were red, staring at her snow-white hair, which had not yet been transformed back—a symbol of the Rakshasa transformation. However, perhaps because Saigo did not find out about her Rakshasa identity during his lifetime, and did not tell Beppu to do anything about it, although Beppu seemed to want to ask for clarification, he finally resisted this harmful impulse.

After all, both sides of the war had created monsters like Rakshasas. The isolated fact that he was a rakshasa alone does not tell whether the water used by Yanagizumi came from the Shinsengumi or from Tosa and Sacho's side.

Moreover, now that Saigo has died, it is meaningless to investigate a woman's true background and identity.

So Beppu just returned the knife to Yanagisen, and then symbolically asked, "What are you going to do now?"

Yanagizumi thought about it, and felt that of course he couldn't say, "I'm going to find the vice president of the Shinsengumi back then." However, now that Saigo is dead, the system bacteria are still slow to announce the completion of the mission, and it is also very suspicious, and she does not know if further investigation is needed here, so she makes an excuse at random, and deduces that she "can't admit defeat until the end comes, and must fight a big battle to be enough!", and then headed in the opposite direction when Beppu came.

She certainly wasn't looking for a final place. It's not about fighting to kill the enemy (?). Even unlike the impassioned declaration just now, she had no intention of immediately running in the direction where the deputy chief might be.

Standing on the hillside, she tried to find her way again, and—

Carrying the rifle that seemed to be firing just now, he rushed down in a certain direction!

The closer she got to the zone of engagement she had predicted, the more she could hear the sound of gunfire. Bullets whizzed around her body as if they were not paying for money, and the barricades, which had been bombarded to pieces, were still bursting with clouds of dust from being hit by bullets hitting sandbags, almost obscuring people's vision. The bodies lay lying on the muddy ground between the barricades and the passages, some in crisp uniforms of officers and soldiers, others in tattered clothes with a white cloth tied around their left arms. The ground was covered with sewage and shell craters, and the ground was slippery to walk on - for a moment, Yanagizumi felt as if he had returned to the mountains and forests of Taharasaka, but the sky was extremely clear today, and the sky of Kagoshima was almost clear in the corner of the field of vision, where the smoke could not be hidden for the time being.

She lowered her body and made her way between the half-crumbling fortresses of sandbags and logs, using the terrain to cover her body as much as she could—while the Rakshasa would not die easily even if it was wounded, now was not the time to be wounded!

Finally, when she stumbled past another corpse with a white cloth tied to her left arm, she slid her foot as soon as she lifted it, and in order to maintain the center of gravity of her body, she could not raise her foot high enough to step over the corpse, and tripped violently—

Then, she heard a painful moan from below.

Liu Quan stopped suddenly, lowered her head to stare at the body she thought was a "corpse" at her feet.

The body writhed again—slightly, but there was no doubt that the man was not dead.

Liu Quan was stunned for a moment, and quickly squatted down.

"Hey, how's it going?, are you still alive?!" she had to raise her voice a little as the guns roared.

The owner of the body stood still for a moment, then squirmed again with great difficulty.

He looked like he had almost lost control over his body, and could only open his eyes with the last bit of strength.

“...... Who's ......?"

Liu Quan narrowed his eyes and tried his best to make it, but the blood on the other party's face was cemented along with the sludge, covering his face almost like a mask, making it impossible for her to make out the other party's facial features.

She had to report herself first.

"I'm Kujo. She said simply.

The man was silent for a moment, then squirmed his lips. The voice squeezed out of his throat, which had become almost as rough as sandpaper, and sounded like fragmented syllables.

"First, sir—......?"

Liu Quan immediately realized the question that the other party wanted to ask, lowered his eyes and replied tactfully: "In order to preserve my last glory and reputation, I have ...... Seppuku. ”

The other party was silent for a long time - maybe it was just because the fire of his life was extremely weak, so he couldn't even express his grief or shock.

Finally, he struggled to squeeze out a few syllables.

"New Eight...... To the fore...... Go, save—"

Before he could finish speaking, the man's head was tilted heavily.

Liu Quan paused, and reached out to press his hand on the artery between the other party's neck—he couldn't feel the beating anymore.

She sighed silently and stood up.

At least she knew now that Murata Shinpachi was in front of her, and that she might still be alive until this moment.

There was a question she wanted to ask him. Perhaps only he can give the answer.

Willow Springs continued to hunch, trotting briskly along the narrow passage between the forts.

At the other end of the trench, the bullets were even more dense.

After Shinpachi Murata burned the jacket with the photo sewn on, he wore only a shirt, trousers and a Western-style waistcoat. His face was now covered with smoke and dust, his white shirt was red with blood, his waistcoat was tattered, and there was a dark mark on his trouser leg, which he dragged and limped to a rare fortress that was still largely intact, and climbed the sandbags with great difficulty in the face of a rain of bullets flying everywhere, and then rolled over and fell to the inside of the fortress.

He had begun to slam his unresponsive, somewhat bulky body on the ground behind the sandbag. He gritted his teeth, carried the pain from all parts of his body, slowly moved his body, and jerked his back against the pile of sandbags.

Until the officers and soldiers rushed forward or the shells did not fall squarely on the fort, this was a dead end for the guns for the time being, and Murata Shinhachi leaned back against the uneven pile of sandbags and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He's alive. To live is to have hope. But—

He felt a chill. The blood that flowed from the wounds on his body seemed to take away all his life force, as if the blood that flowed there would not clot no matter how time passed.

He gasped for air, his eyes wandering back and forth in front of him, finally discovering what he was looking for.

He leaned in that direction with great difficulty, and in vain stretched out a hand, but could not reach it. As if the simple action had consumed what little strength he had left, his hand suddenly fell from mid-air and fell to his side with a thud.

He closed his eyes and breathed in small and rapid breaths. He knew that he wasn't dead yet, but he also guessed that he might be dead in the eyes of others at this moment-

The next moment, he heard a familiar voice.

"Murata-kun?!Hey, are you still alive!?"

Maybe it's because I'm at the end of my rope and no longer have to deliberately hide my crisp and pleasant voice as a woman, and at this moment, it's obvious that it belongs to a young woman.

Murata Shinachi gasped, and it seemed that he had accumulated the strength for a long time before he could barely stretch his eyes that had become extremely heavy again, and his scattered gaze slowly focused for a moment.

In his shaky vision, a face that could be distinguished from its beautiful facial features, despite being covered with smoke and dust, appeared in front of him.

“...... 9. "......He struggled to squeeze out these syllables, but the title behind him could no longer make a sound.

His vision faltered for a moment, blurry, but a moment before he lost his strength, he suddenly heard her voice.

"Beppu-kun, I've made a mistake for Mr. Saigo. ”

Although she was reporting the bad news, her voice was extremely calm.

Murata Shinpachi was shocked for a moment, and then his brain, which had become sluggish due to blood loss, received the amount of information it should have from this sentence.

Mr. Saigo...... Since it is mentioned that the person who is wrong is Beppu Shinsuke, then it means that Mr. Saigo did his own seppuku and did not succumb to the hands of those officials and soldiers, right?

"Ha, ha......" He gasped, feeling that his lungs were probably refusing to work, and he felt suffocated and depressed from time to time, and had to open his mouth wide to breathe air, like a fish out of water.

When he finally mustered enough strength to speak again, he was a little surprised to find that she was crouching in front of him, waiting patiently for him to speak.

"Yes, yes...... Finally, it's time to ...... Oh my god......" he said with great difficulty, almost syllable-for-syllable, squeezing out of his already stiff throat, his chest as if filled with cement mortar, and something heavy and viscous squeezed there, as if it were about to force the last breath of air out of his lungs.

He didn't concentrate on her anymore. In fact, he felt that he couldn't do that anymore - his gradually fading gaze was now staring at the end of what he had just found on the ground—his knife.

Now, the knife was dropped on the ground not far from him. The blade was stained with blood, but the seppuku was enough—unfortunately, with his current strength, he couldn't reach it anymore.

He stared at the knife until she seemed to notice his secret longing.

He saw her half-straight up and walk over, pick up the knife, and walk back to him. However, she did not immediately hand him the knife.

This strange behavior baffled him for a moment, and it took him a little more time to gather the strength to ask.

"How, how...... Is that okay, can you hand it to me......?"

He spoke in such a way that it was rare that she could understand what he meant, but then she shook her head at him.

Shinpachi Murata: ???

What is she going to do. Could it be...... Do you doubt his determination to serve the country?

The next second he heard her - asking a bewildering question.

"That tune...... On the eve of the breakthrough from Mt. Kawai, what is the song you played?"

Shinhachi Murata: "......"

Ah, he's dying, and now she's not struggling with Mr. Saigo's martyrdom, Satsuma's defeat, or the fact that he's about to die in front of her, or the possibility that she'll die here even later—but the title of a tune, isn't that a bit out of place and ridiculous?

However, even his blurred vision could tell that she was staring at his face at the moment, refusing to let go of the slightest change in his face, as if it were ...... The answer to this question seemed to be very important to her.

That look reminded him of something. After a snorting and laborious gasp, he spoke in a low voice.

"Time passes. He said.

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November 3:

Towards the end, Calvin is my stunt [Kicked away.]

In order to close the foreshadowing, I wrote more

The next chapter! The next chapter will definitely make the deputy chief shine!

Next update: It's either Monday or Tuesday.

ps. The sister said that "Lovely Yue" broke through, and Lovely Yue is the name of that mountain.

I don't know if you still remember, but after the girl ran to find the deputy chief and came back, the Sa army set off that night while it was dark. Before leaving, Murata Shinpachi was instructed to burn Saigo's shogun's uniform on the hillside, and he played an old song on the accordion, and it was the title of that piece that the girl asked him about now.

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