In front of his line of sight, the right arm of the running Goddess of Divine Opinion shook violently and unnaturally, as if it had been struck by something. Her words were cut off by a small shock in an instant, and even her legs, which were running, as if they had broken through the limits of what mortals could reach, bent their knees suddenly!

However, as soon as his cry fell, she only crooked, and soon managed to maintain her balance and did not fall.

However, this sudden incident obviously slowed her down, and the Three Days Moon Sect quickly picked up his pace, and came to her in an instant.

Of course, the candlestick that was running a few steps in front of her had already heard the call blurted out by the Three Days Moon Sect, and when he looked back, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, so he quickly turned around and rushed over.

Now, the only two Fu Fu Gods left under the command of the Female Inquisitor stood in front of her, their eyes falling on her bleeding right arm, their brows furrowed, revealing an unusually grim look.

A stray bullet from somewhere hit her right arm. Since she's right-handed, she can't even swing a knife now.

Since this mission was originally a first-class difficulty, the government at the time would send two inquisitors with excellent experience levels to complete it together. However, events quickly derailed after this, and one of the Inquisitors and her Mourning Gods fell into disarray, and the entire task had to be done by the other Inquisitor alone. Now, even she herself has lost her combat effectiveness, and her spiritual power level has dropped to the point where she can only manifest two Fu Fu Gods-

Aizu Castle is already in sight. The task is only one step away from being completed. But now, what to do?

Three Days Moon Zongjin's face sank. In the eyes of the candlestick Kiritsu Tada, who had worked with him for a long time in the same Honmaru, the expression that appeared on his face was almost terrifying, something he had never seen on the face of Mikazuki Sokin.

In the past when he served the young girl who had not had enough spiritual power for a long time, although when he was out of the battle, he had also seen the Three Days Moon Sect burst out with a true sword kill due to some reason, but in the eyes of the candlestick Cutting Light Zhong, even the expression of the true sword when he was killing was not heavier and terrifying than his expression now.

It was as if at this moment, the deep coercion and aura that belonged to the five swords of the world in the body of the Three Sun Moon Sect - the kind of things that only those who are superior can experience and possess - were finally released.

This made the onlooker, the candlestick Che Guangzhong, finally realize why the Three Sun Moon Sect would be the five swords of the world in the near future - and as the five swords of the world, he was far from being able to be summed up by an elder who was gentle and kind all day long, and smiled kindly.

And in the short time he spent thinking and waiting for the Female Inquisitor to make a decision, the Female Inquisitor closed her eyes as if she were thinking about something in her own mind, as if she had no notice that her right arm was wounded and must be in pain.

Then, the inquisitor suddenly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was as clear and firm as ever, and instead of looking at the Three Days Moon Sect who had just called her, she went straight to the candlestick Che Guangzhong.

The next moment, the candlestick cut Guangzhong heard her say something very incomprehensible.

"I'm sorry, Mitsutada. When I return to Honmaru, I will apologize. ”

Candelabra Cutting Light Chung: ??

However, as soon as he had time to put a question mark on his face, a white light flashed!

After the white light, the sound of mortal bodies sliding heavily and falling to the ground was heard.

The candlestick was gone. Saito, who was on his back, lost his support and fell to the ground. Luckily, they were running in the fields for this part of the road, and the soil was soft, so Saito didn't suffer any additional damage other than falling into the ground.

He had been in an unstable state of being sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake because of his injuries, but now he had fallen to the ground, and the force of the impact made his mind suddenly clearer.

It took him a moment before he got up a little dizzily and opened his eyes with great difficulty—

The next moment his eyes widened in surprise.

Because he was shocked to find that the young woman who claimed to be named "Shinoda Kazuo" had long hair turned snow-white and her eyes turned crimson!

Saito couldn't have been more surprised than he was now.

He tried his best to prop himself up, and he staggered to his feet. However, this action had temporarily exhausted the strength he had gathered, and he could only stand still, his voice hoarse as he squeezed a few questions out of his throat.

"Y-What's wrong with you...... Shinoda-kun, Hara, I used to carry my ...... That guy, uh...... Where's it going?"

Before Shinoda Kazuo in front of him could speak, the young man next to him suddenly spoke up.

"Ahaha, it's me who carries you. ”

The young man walked over, took his arm and placed it on his shoulder, turned his head sideways and looked directly into Saito's eyes with a calm expression.

"From beginning to end, I was the one who rescued you from that shell explosion and brought you here. ”

He said in an unquestioning tone.

Saitoichi: "...... But—"

The young man stared into his eyes, and then, slowly, curled the corners of his lips and smiled.

“...... No thanks, Yamaguchi-kun. ”

Saitoichi: "......"

He felt that he could not speak of this man, as if he had been inexplicably overwhelmed by this very handsome young man at the moment when he was seriously wounded, so he turned to ask about the one thing he cared about most.

"However, Shinoda-kun's hair ...... How ......?"

"There have been such records in history. The young man interrupted him again in an unmistakable tone.

And, he also glanced at Kazuo Shinoda with an equally worried look.

"But that's it for being so young...... What can I do in the future? ”

Although his reaction was a little too calm, this worried sentence made up for it all, fully reflecting his kindness as a passer-by who cared a little about his comrades, and felt a little worried about the changes that had happened to his comrades.

Although Saito felt that something was wrong, he couldn't say anything for a while. And his swollen and aching brain was not suitable for thinking—it was better to think about it as soon as he thought about it, and his head hurt like it was about to explode.

So he had to look at the young woman in front of him again, as if hoping to get some reassuring conclusions from her reaction—but he didn't know what kind of conclusion he wanted to be satisfied.

As if able to detect his inner thoughts, Shinoda Kazuo suddenly smiled at him.

That smile was a little reluctant, but it didn't reveal a depressed mood, but a feeling of trying to cheer up.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. She said.

"Besides, let's talk about the future now, let's get through the current difficulties first. She continued, squatting down to put a knife in the package she had been carrying, and then backhanded the burden behind her back and stood up.

It was only at this time that Saito noticed the blood leaking from her right arm.

He couldn't help but stare there in surprise, "You...... Are you hurt?!"

Hearing his inquiry, she sighed.

"Actually...... It really doesn't matter. ”

Saito didn't agree with the hasty treatment, and he stared at the bleeding wound on her arm—though he couldn't see through his sleeve what kind of wound lay underneath, he kept as close a look as he could, until she sighed again as if frustrated, touched her pocket, and pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket that looked a little dirty, and walked over to the young man beside him.

"Can you help me tie up my wounds, Three Days?"

The young man nodded, took the handkerchief and tied it tightly around her right arm. She moved her arm as if to show it to Saito, and said with a smile, "Actually, it's not a big deal." ”

Then, she glanced at the young man named "Mikazuki" and said something that made Saito a little inexplicable.

“...... At least, I can do it for two hours. ”

Saito: ?

Before he had time to think about the meaning behind this sentence, he felt that he was being held by the young man next to him and had to take a step.

"Let's get into the city before then, then. ”

As if to say an ordinary dialogue such as "The weather is so nice today, hahaha", the young man with slightly long hair on one side of his forehead tilted his head at him, motioned for him to move forward, and then took a step.

The cold guns of the new government army weaved a dense web at their sides, striking the dirt and plants near them, splashing a choking mist of dust and plant debris that filled their noses and chests.

It's almost autumn, but when you smell the smell of this plant again, you don't feel a sense of relaxation or reassurance, only a sense of urgency that is coming from the sky and death chasing after you.

Saito felt that he had shed a lot of blood, and his mind was less agile because of it.

In a daze, he had no idea where he was going, or what had happened after the heavy bombardment, his feet only mechanically moved with the pace of the young man beside him, and many times he was almost dragged along, and with each step, there was a tearing pain in all parts of his body, and his steps became heavier and heavier, sweat seeped from every pore of his body, and soon wet his clothes, his hair, and slowly drip down the path he had taken—

In the uncontrollable vibration of his aching whole body with every movement, the names of his fellow Shinsengumi who followed him to the Nyoraido seemed to have been shaken out of his brain and left behind him as he walked.

He tried hard to remember the names of those men, to inquire about the whereabouts of his companions from the young man beside him, and the young girl who was still stubbornly rushing before them, as if intending to make a way forward for them.

However, he failed.

In the constant jolting and concussions, he felt his body become heavier and heavier, his legs and feet gradually became more difficult to lift, and his vision gradually became more and more blurred. At last, with great difficulty, he could lift his heavily hung head a little, and he used that second to look ahead again—

In the field of vision, there is only her swaying blurred back. He knew that it was her running, fighting, as if she would never tire of guiding him out of the hell on earth behind him, back to the city he had sworn to defend with his life.

Immediately, his head lost the support of his strength and sank heavily. Her back vanished from his dark vision.

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