Everything that happened next seemed to Hijikata to be in a trance like an unreal dream—he couldn't tell if it was a dream or a nightmare, but it was like being swept into the air by a violent wind, and then suddenly falling from the sky, and the fall seemed to never end, only the feeling of weightlessness, ascending and sinking, and being dominated and tormented back and forth by such pain, and the source of all that emotion was the opponent in front of him, the one who stood on the opposite side of him!

Maybe it was because he noticed that the other party's movements didn't seem to be quite right in the process of the knife, so he had a certain sense of suspicion in his heart - but in fact, at that time, the momentum was already complete, and he couldn't take the knife back - all the feelings after his blade stabbed the other party suddenly became extremely subtle and keen.

The moment the blade stabbed the opponent's abdomen, he sensed something - the blade felt too easy to break through the flesh and sink into the body, not at all like those iron men whose waists and abdomen were so hard that it took a little more effort to pierce them, or the fat fat in his belly, and the blade entered his body like an overly pampered old man who was about to fall into a quagmire; this time, his blade didn't seem to use much force, It pierced the flexible and slender waist and abdomen, like piercing a thin and soft silk. The touch that goes from the blade to the fingertips is simply terrifying-

...... The other party, is it a woman?!

The thought came to Hijikata's mind in an instant.

Indeed, although most people nowadays cut their hair short in pursuit of Westernization, the length of the young man's hair named "Saburo" was still a little longer than the others, almost shoulder-length.

He suddenly remembered that the last time he was in the heavy rain in Taharasaka, the opponent he had fought against seemed to be called "Saburo".

Although the other party covered the lower half of his face with a scarf at that time, revealing only those eyes that were almost terrifyingly bright, there is no doubt that the Satsuma man who came to reinforce at that time called him by the name "Saburo".

Before that, when he was given his surname, he said that his surname was "Kujo".

Kujo Saburo, is that his name?

...... And then how did that Saburo get out?

It was as if he threw his scarf at him, temporarily interfering with his vision, and then took the opportunity to escape?

After that, there is the secret envoy sent by Satsuma who pretends to be the wandering girl Yukiko.

That woman, Saigo called her "Miss Kujo" from the province.

In the crevices of the rocks at the beginning of the rainstorm, she said plausible words, and then left him without hesitation. As she was leaving, she threw his coat at him in order to get out, interfering with his vision once more—

Suddenly Hijikata noticed that his teeth were clenched tightly, and he made a gratifying sound.

His whole body tensed, and he felt his head buzz.

After being stabbed by him, he didn't pull the knife out again for a while. Saburo was only staggered by the momentum of his blade, and then the posture of the two of them seemed to temporarily reach a delicate balance - Saburo leaned forward slightly because he was stabbed in the abdomen, but he was just caught by the blade that pierced into the abdomen and did not immediately fall forward; Hijikata finally unavoidably shook his mood because of some terrible associations, and subconsciously stretched out his left hand to support Saburo's shoulder, helping him temporarily stabilize the center of gravity of his body.

Since he was stabbed, it seems that more than ten seconds have passed, and Saburo has kept his head down. His slightly long hair fell down and draped messily over the sides of his cheeks, obscuring his face and blurring his expression.

Earthwork held his breath. Then, at last, he could barely hear the sound he wanted to hear—Saburo's breathing, still sharp and shallow, with occasional pauses, apparently holding his breath to hold back the pain, but after a while the breathing became thick and deep, and if he listened more closely, he would make out a little hoarse murmur in it, like a bellows.

Hijikata felt the heat in his body slowly subside. He hesitated, then made up his mind to speak.

“...... Why are you called 'Saburo'?" he asked.

He could hear the hesitation in his voice, as if he was so eager to hear the affirmative answer, and so afraid to hear the affirmative answer—

Saburo was silent. It seemed as if a hundred years had passed, and as if he had only been silent for a moment, when Hijikata finally heard his voice.

As if he had simply given up his intention to cover up, Saburo still lowered his head, but his voice did not have the feeling of being deliberately suppressed, but his voice was still horribly hoarse.

"So far...... You, still want to ...... from me? What do you hear?"

He spoke slowly, the pain and blood loss made him speak almost word by word, as if every word he uttered was a torture, but every word he said made Hijikata feel as if the blood in his body was slowly freezing and stopped flowing.

yes, what is he still looking forward to?!

Hijikata squirmed his lips, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what to say.

It seems that every time he comes to that particular girl, no matter how much he growls, no matter how angry he is, and no matter how much he yells at her, he can't become the deputy head of the oni who is good at negotiating, maneuvering between his boss and various forces, and seeking benefits for the Shinsengumi, who started as a "murder syndicate from the countryside"; As for him, he could only wait helplessly for her next sentence or next move, and he had no idea of connecting the move or counter-killing-

Before he could say more, he felt like he was suddenly being pushed in the chest!

He was caught off guard, subconsciously leaned back, and then staggered a few steps, and the knife held in his right hand also pulled out with his backward steps!

Because the ground under his feet was not flat, the earthwork retreated five or six steps in a row before he could barely stand firm. As soon as he stabilized his body, he suddenly raised his right hand and stared blankly at the blood-stained blade, watching the drops of blood slide down the blade and eventually fall to the ground, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head to his left with lightning speed.

He saw a strange man lying on the ground with a big cut in his neck, and blood was pouring out of it. The man's right arm was tied with a white cloth scarf identical to that on Saburo's right arm, indicating that he was also a member of the Satsuma Army, and he had a rifle thrown not far from his hand.

Hijikata seemed to understand something in an instant. He turned his head blankly and lifted his face.

His expression was so dazed, like a reckless, ignorant and overwhelmed teenager, and not at all like the deputy chief of the ghost who was famous in Kyoto back then.

However, he looked up, and the man on the other side who had just pushed him back with all his might still had his face bowed.

The difference was that the man was holding his lower abdomen tightly with his left hand, and a bright red liquid slowly oozed from between his fingers. Because of the pain, he had to lean a little to the left, and he stood staggeringly, completely lacking the vivid, flying and jumping look that he had seen in the previous meetings.

With a thud, Hijikata finally let go of his fingers, and the blood-stained sword fell to the ground at his feet.

“...... "He called softly, low and soft, cautious to the extreme, with a little pain, apology, temptation, despair, disbelief...... It was all mixed up in such a way that his voice didn't sound like his own.

"You...... Why...... How could it be...... Oh my God, I ......" he stammered, as if his language had degenerated in an instant like that of a child of three or four years old, and could only utter simple words, unable to utter long sentences that were logical and grammatical.

Eventually, after several struggles, he finally squeezed a whole sentence out of his constricted throat.

“...... What the hell did I, ......!?"

Blood seeped from between Saburo's fingers—no, it was Kiyohara Yukiha who was almost certain now, and a drop fell to the ground at her feet, seeping into the dirt almost instantly, leaving a small patch of dark color on the ground.

There was infinite pain in his voice, and her body moved slightly, and then she laughed softly and silently, her shoulders twitching slightly.

Then, without warning, she lowered her blood-stained right hand, which was covering the wound. Blood snaked down her slender fingers, dripping to the ground.

She still hung her head and said nothing. However, her half-length black hair slowly turned snow-white.

Earthwork:!!!

She still hung her head under his astonished gaze, and her snow-white hair hung down on the sides of her cheeks, obscuring her countenance, so that he could not see her expression clearly, and then, slowly, she stretched out her clean right hand, reached over and touched the wound on her waist and abdomen, and slowly palmed it upwards and spread it.

...... The hands were clean and there was no blood. The wound had healed, leaving only the torn placket and the blood-stained fabric around it, as evidenced by the previous knife wounds.

Hijikata stared at the right hand, then withdrew his gaze from it, and instead looked up at her face—though for the moment he could only see the whirls on the top of the white hair.

Some indescribable emotion—or rather, emotion—swept over his heart and almost swept away his sanity.

He almost forgot that he was still on the battlefield, and that his mission was to sweep away the remnants of the Satsuma garrison here in Hitoyoshi. An unbelievable pain, mixed with joy and soreness, swung up and strangled around his heart, making his heart almost a mess that he couldn't unravel.

"Snow Leaf ......," he murmured, the name that had been hovering in his heart for more than a decade, not noticing that there was pain, sadness, prayer, and a hint of hope in his voice.

She didn't respond to him immediately, but finally slowly lifted her face.

Snow-white hair slid to the sides of her cheeks with her movements, and the face that was as young and beautiful as ever was finally revealed in his field of vision.

Ahh

The blood-red eyes stared straight at him, and the snow-white hair fluttered in the wind. But other than that, she looked the same as when she turned around and left the mountain road where her brother was buried many years ago, and Yin Yin said to take care of him, and there was not even the slightest sign of aging on her face.

Then, as she gazed at him, her blood-red pupils seemed to sway, some emotion he could not understand, and she tried her best to hide it under a calm appearance, and her lips, which had been bloodless from blood loss and turning into a rakshasa, opened slightly, and whispered:

“...... Mr. Hijikata. ”

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September 7:

Ahh

There shouldn't be any sadistic parts next.

Of course, the deputy chief and the sister will not enter HE so simply, and there are still some foreshadowings to write well.

However,It should be said,Even when it's difficult,,It's basically not the deputy chief and the sister who abuse.

Because I've been very busy lately, I've temporarily changed it to a change every other day

Each update is done before 7 a.m. the next day. If I code it in advance, I will post it in advance

Next update: Monday (9th) at 7 a.m.

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