At that moment, what suddenly came to her mind was the image that the system bacteria forcibly stuffed into her brain in order to popularize the relevant plot of the original fandom to players, as if the movie was being replayed.

It was a summer day six years ago, and in a dojo in Kyoto, the men's "Kiyohara Yukiba" fell to the ground, and the young Okita's knife hovered a few inches above her forehead. Just when she thought that all her efforts, including the tasks she had to accept under the persecution of that ghost beast Nissan, would fail, at that moment, the young man with strong swordsmanship suddenly raised his head, and the fierce expression on his face suddenly changed to a nonchalant smile, and said to the man who had just walked in, "Hey, Mr. Hijikata, this guy's skills are not bad. ”

When the man heard this, his stern eyes carried a bit of assessment, and in an instant, he swept towards the body of "Qingyuan Yukiba" like lightning. It just so happened that she also raised her head at the same time, staring blankly at him, so their eyes met in mid-air.

Then, the two stern and scrutinizing gazes lingered on her face for a long and endless time, and when all her disguised courage was about to burn out, she heard his low, pleasant voice, and said calmly, "Oh, yes? ”

That was the first meeting between Toshizo Hijikata and Yukiha Kiyohara in this world.

From that moment on, countless times flowed like water. They have experienced unimaginable joys, glories, dangers and hardships together, and their companions have come and gone, swords and swords, rivers of blood, and life seems to be the least and most important thing in it; But no matter how painful and sad they are, no matter how much they experience parting, they will not give up, but at the same time, they still exist in their hearts - that is the spirit of the Shinsengumi, the belief of the Shinsengumi, the righteousness that the Shinsengumi upholds, and the sincere banner that the Shinsengumi will never fall.

Continuing the memories in the original work, lines of words slowly appeared in Liu Quan's mind.

That's the only long and nuanced psychological description of this supporting actress who is Su to the extreme but finally cannon fodder in the original work.

[Without him, she would not have become a better person—not a person who would be as proud of herself as she is today to live in this world with her head held high.] 】

[Strong emotions and unspeakable love filled her heart. 】

[To hug this person......]

[In order to pursue common ideals and beliefs with him......]

[I must have worked so hard until now for this. 】

[The darkness and fear that I have experienced before......]

[Those hardships and hardships that will be faced in the future......]

[It must be the price that must be paid in order to be able to get this person.] 】

Liu Quan thought that the same author who could build such a huge background setting for such a supporting actress who was eventually cannon fodder was really ...... There are still some unique things about it.

Because at this moment, she actually felt that standing in the position of "Qingyuan Snow Leaves", there was no more words that could fit the hearts of the characters more closely than those few descriptions.

Although in the original work, these descriptions are the mental activities that "Kiyohara Yukiba" thought of at the last moment of his life when he finally stood on the battlefield of Bentendaiba, looking at the direction of the wooden gate where the deputy chief was shot and died in history, and always looking forward to the fact that the deputy chief who would never appear in front of him again came to the companions of the Shinsengumi who were fighting here, but unfortunately fell down with a stray bullet and thought of at the last moment of his life, but in this world, when the deputy chief kissed himself gently and passionately, Yanagizumi, who was here as "Kiyohara Yukiba", felt that -

[Maybe...... That's really the case. 】

Such thoughts came to mind. She silently tightened her arms around his back.

…… So, with those pains and good memories, with the ambition and responsibility that never change, whether it is heavy, relaxed, fragile, strong, not evasive, not giving up, just two people keep living and moving forward-

She felt his lips dry and warm, and there seemed to be a slight tightness when they first landed on hers, as if he was nervous for no reason--but as the deputy chief of the Shinsengumi and the army of the Ezo Republic, what was he worried about?--so the initial feeling of lips touching was very gentle, but after a moment, as if realizing that she hadn't left, He had no intention of retreating, he paused slightly, and suddenly increased the force on her lips very urgently, as if confirming her existence, and imprisoned her in his arms.

To her, it seemed that the whole world was covered with his breath, perhaps because he had been accustomed to drinking tea often for a long time and had no other vices, and there was a faint smell of tea between his lips and teeth, which was completely different from the heroic man she imagined with the taste of tobacco and wine. The tea-scented lips and teeth rolled over her lips and gnawed lightly, as if she was just obeying her instincts, as if she was a little unexpectedly clumsy - this was a subtle sense of dislocation with the heroic image of the deputy head of the Shinsengumi + Kenhao who was piled up with love letters on the desk of the Tunsho and admired even by the wandering girls of Shimahara, and she couldn't help but bend her eyebrows slightly and laugh silently.

I don't know how long it took for his lips to leave a little, their breath unsteady and their breathing disordered, and they looked at each other with the tenderness and passion in their eyes that had been evoked by Fang Cai's kiss. They stared at each other like this, and finally Ryuzumi blushed and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Hijikata...... Remember what was the first thing you said to me?"

He was slightly stunned, his gaze drifted away for a moment, and then returned to her face a few seconds later, revealing a thoughtful expression.

In fact, she also knew that at the beginning, in his mind, the name "Qingyuan Snow Leaf" was far less important and deserved special attention.

"Kiyohara Yukiba" was just one of the first members of the open recruitment team to pass the exam, and he didn't have a particularly outstanding cousin, and finally lost to Okita's sword - although Okita was famous as the first swordsman in the Shinsengumi, and there were few people who could beat him, but this defeat still pricked her nerves deeply.

In retrospect, when Kiyohara Yukiba's sword flew out of her hand and the blade in Okita's hand pointed at her forehead for a moment, she must have really thought that she would die there before she had done anything.

From that moment on, however, everything that happened was almost beyond her expectations.

Okita withdrew her hand and praised her cousin in front of Hijikata. And the deputy head of the Shinsengumi, the famous oni, agreed to let her stay just by virtue of Okita's words.

Everything starts from that moment. For "Kiyohara Yukiba", her world has been condensed in darkness and stagnant, like a pool of stagnant water, emitting a cold ** breath, but after he said that sentence, her world began to slowly turn again bit by bit, and her fate was carried forward with the wheel of history, and finally reached the end point she had been pursuing.

Hijikata did take a moment to recall what it was like when they first met - far less impressive, I have to say, than when he first met Chizuru.

At that time, she was a young swordsman who had passed the guò exam and was qualified to join the team. Although it is not easy to get a word of affirmation from the General Directorate after the defeat of the General Director, it does not stop there.

The first thing he saw in his memory was that the sword in his hand was knocked away by the director-general, and the whole person fell backwards to the ground, and the director-general's sword had already pointed to her forehead. It looked like a wolf like all the commanders-in-chief's defeated generals. He didn't pay much attention to her at first, but the boy from the head office put away his sword and said to him, "Hey, Mr. Hijikata, this guy is pretty good. 】

It was this sentence that caught his attention.

The head secretary is a genius in swordsmanship, and since the days of the Guardian Hall, there are almost no people who can beat him. But after losing to him, you can still get a word of affirmation from him, but it is not such a trivial thing. So he cast his gaze on the young man who was still lying on the ground, but propped up his upper body with his elbows, and looked at the head secretary and then at him with a look of astonishment.

At this glance, he was a little more impressed by this young man. For he found that the young swordsman was actually slender, with delicate features, with a baby-faced face whose actual age was not recognizable, and almost a little sissy, and probably had not recovered from the impact of the defeat just now and the affirmation he had now obtained, he looked at him blankly, and if he only looked at his appearance, it was impossible to see that his skills were so good that the chief secretary was sure.

But since the Director-General said so, he also believed the judgment of the Director-General.

Now that I think about it, his first instinct was terrifyingly accurate.

Where is she what a sissy. She's just a woman at all.

Of course, when he first saw Chizuru, Chizuru was also wearing men's clothes. But unlike Chizuru's clumsy and easy-to-see disguise, her cross-dressing is convincing—not only because she's taller than the other women, but also because she imitates men and doesn't show any flaws.

To be able to achieve that kind of cross-dressing, it must have been after a long period of practice...... What kind of shadow is the darkness behind her...... which has been forced and tormented since she was a child, and even now you can see the traces of the shadow stretched out on her limbs.

But even then, she always survived so tenaciously, smiling like that, as if she had never lived in the light, and even her swordsmanship was so bright and gentle, like the wind on a spring afternoon.

Such a woman who tenaciously grows beautiful flowers from the dark waterside is indeed a unique flower.

It will be a late cherry blossom blooming in the dark night.

…… At that time, what did he say when he casually walked into the dojo where he was testing the swordsmanship of the new team member, and glanced at the young man who had just been defeated by the head office?

He slowly withdrew his left hand from her back and gently stroked her smooth cheek again.

“…… Oh, yes? Then stay. ”

He stared at her, slowly repeating the latter.

"Then stay. ”

He smiled softly as he watched her lips bloom into a big smile.

"Please stay with me, as you have always been. ”

Just like all along, before he even noticed her longing.

Her eyes flashed, and her clear eyes stared at him, looking so frank, so brave.

"Okay. She said, her eyes dancing as bright and beautiful as fireworks. "No matter what happens, I'll rush to Mr. Hijikata, no matter how far away, I'll rush to Mr. Hijikata's side as fast as I can—"

He was a little moved, a little surprised, and couldn't help but show a wry smile.

"Really...... And he said something like this...... Really, I lost you—"

With a deep sigh in his laughter, he lowered his head again and put his lips over her soft, warm lips.

I want to just keep kissing. I want to hug her tightly like this and never let go. He wants to look at this person who always amazes him forever, and discover more amazing and admirable and heart-wrenching places in her little by little in the passage of time.

Having forgotten how he had spent those moments of disappointment, anger, and loss of courage in the days without her, he now wanted nothing more than to be permanently close to her body, greedily absorbing the warmth she brings, as if doing so he could be sustained to fight against invincible opponents, to overcome the occasional surge of memories of the generals, friends, and companions of the past, to confront the world decisively and fearlessly.