There wasn't much alcohol, so it was quickly gone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yingluo's face was flushed.

She licked the last drop of the wine cup with the tip of her tongue, then pressed the bottle into the nearby stream and scooped it up again.

"Wine again!"

She poured a glass and drank it all, her hazy eyes were full of satisfaction, she let out a long breath, and then praised loudly: "Good wine!"

I wanted to have another drink, but I was stopped by Kenshin.

"It's a stream. Kenshin said, "Sister Yingluo, you're drunk." ”

It is no longer possible to distinguish between wine and water.

"Stupid apprentice!"

Kiyojuro Hiko looked at the bright moon in the sky, holding a wine cup in his hand.

"The cherry blossoms in the spring, the starry sky in the summer, the full moon in the fall, and the snow in the winter are delicious enough to be accompanied by such beautiful scenery, and you don't have to worry about whether it is sake or not. If drinking alcohol is as light and tasteless as water, then there must be something wrong with the person who is drinking. ”

He raised his head and drank the wine, with a satisfied expression on his face, and then handed the wine cup to Yingluo: "Let me also taste this mountain and forest wine." ”

Yingluo poured it for him with a smile, and added: "There are people worth cherishing by your side as companions, and they are also the best choice for wine!"

She and Bigu looked at each other and smiled, touched the wine cups, and drank the sweet and bitter 'wine' together.

"Kenshin, the most important thing about drinking is not the taste, but the emotion, and it's not the drink that makes me intoxicated, but the time at the moment. One day, you'll understand the deliciousness of sake. When the time comes, let's drink and talk again!"

……

When he woke up the next day, Kenshin was gone, and Hiko sat in front of the kiln, looking at the burning firewood, silent. Scarlet sawdust flew in the air, but it quickly burned away, turning into gray dust and falling on him.

Even the hair was covered with a layer of white hair.

Bigu was already almost thirty years old, but his face was still the same as that of his early twenties, and it was no different from when we first met seven years ago.

But today, this monster with an eternal face has finally grown old.

Even if he keeps calling the stupid apprentice, he is still worried about him in his heart.

Men, no matter how old they are, can't learn to express their feelings.

Yingluo began to pack his belongings and stood in front of Higu.

"You're leaving, too?"

"Hmm. ”

Bigu was silent for a while: "It's okay, the swordsman always has to go out and have a good time, just don't fall into the reputation of the Flying Sword Stream." ”

Yingluo smiled and asked, "Why, do you finally admit that I am your disciple?"

"You always have!"

Yingluo was choked up, this man is really not cute at all!

But she was still very merciful and gave the man a hug.

"I'll be back with Kenshin, but before that, take care of yourself!"

"Master!"

Kiyojuro Higu didn't move, insisted on the last decency, looked at Yingluo's back in the distance, and suddenly smiled.

It is really fortunate to have such an apprentice. The so-called dignity of the master?

I'll wait for you to come back, and then we'll see the moon together.

The wine made by time will definitely be more mellow!

The wood was added to the furnace, and the kiln fire burned more and more violently, and Kiyojuro Hiko stood there, feeling the warmth.

……

Kenshin sits in an izakaya with several jugs of cloudy sake on the table and a pickled radish as an accompaniment. He picked up his glass with one hand and held his sword firmly with the other.

I don't know when it began, the wine became as light and tasteless as water, and was replaced by the smell of blood on my hands, which could not be washed off no matter how I washed it.

"In order to create a new world, you must destroy the old world! Can you kill people for the sake of a new era?" asked Katsura Kogoro, the magnate of the Choshu Domain.

“…… If it is for the happiness of the people in the world, my sword will not hesitate to be stained with blood!"

So the executioner drew the sword and was born, and in a year, countless ministers died at his hands.

But, can murder really usher in a new era?

If so, tell him a number and how many more people will have to be killed to create a world where no one will be killed?

Sister Yingluo really chased after her.

He was so frightened that he wanted to run away immediately, not because of fear, but because he was ashamed.

The girl was still like the bright sunshine, but he was already a demon in hell, and when she saw it, there was a burning pain on his skin.

He is no longer entitled to enjoy the warmth of the sun!

The injury on her chest looked serious, but it didn't reach the level of "breaking two or three ribs", which was probably another joke she was trying to scare herself.

Gentle as always...... But I hope you can teach me a hard lesson.

Kenshin drank the last drink, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of his nose.

White plum fragrance.

In the izakaya sat a gentle and elegant woman, with a purple oil-paper umbrella at her feet, sipping the wine in the cup.

The men looked at her with admiration, as if they had found peace in her.

Kenshin's face was warm, and he touched it with his hand, and blood oozed from the wound on his face again.

"If the wound is filled with the resentment of the deceased, it will not heal easily, because evil spirits haunt it. Mr. Iizuka said.

Evil spirits?

As it happens, so am I!

Kenshin held up his umbrella and walked into the pouring rain.

There was no one on the narrow streets, and the only sound was the howling rain in the dark night.

He stopped, a murderous aura wandering around.

Suddenly, a scythe with chains pierced the rain and struck him mercilessly.

Turning sideways, the umbrella was cut in half and fell to the ground, and the heavy rain poured on him, carrying the biting coldness of late autumn.

Shinsengumi?

Kenshin looked at the guy in a night suit in front of him...... No, like me, an executioner!

Use assassins against assassins?

How will they know my whereabouts?

Kenshin has no fear, and until he sees a new era, his sword will not stop, and people will not fall.

No one can kill him!

The two of them rushed towards each other, and Kenshin cut off the rain curtain with a sharp sword, but the other party was obviously on guard, and instead turned around and jumped onto the roof, wrapping a thick iron chain around his body.

Is it a very off-the-beaten-path weapon, designed to block my speed?

He couldn't move, he couldn't even raise his hand, let alone wield a knife.

The assassin could no longer conceal his murderous intent, and leapt from the roof with a short knife in hand.

"Die, draw your sword!"

Knowing my title, it was a planned assassination.

My identity has been revealed!

Kenshin flicked his wrist and held the knife in his backhand, narrowly avoiding the incoming blade, and even felt the stinging pain of the cold blade cutting through the hairs. Then he twisted his body, and the long knife in his hand stabbed into the opponent's body quickly, and with the help of gravity, from the shoulder to the lower abdomen, the opponent was cut into two pieces with one knife.

The blood flew into the air and splashed on the streets with the rain. The blood was warm, but it exuded a coldness that was biting worse than the rain.

"Ha-ah, ha-ah!" Kenshin only began to gasp for breath at this time, but he was surprised to smell a hint of white plum fragrance again.

He looked up, and the woman in the izakaya was standing in front of him, expressionless. Although he was holding an umbrella, he was still splashed with the blood of the assassins, and there were a few beads of blood on his porcelain-like face, which were smeared under the rain and slid down his cheeks like a bloody tear.

Was she seen!?

Want...... Extinguish the mouth?

Kenshin's hand tightened in his grip on the sword.

The woman suddenly spoke, and she said word by word: "You ......"

"Really ......"

"Can summon ......"

"Bloody rain!"

Kenshin froze, then took a step forward and raised his hand, but there was no sword in his hand.

The woman fainted and collapsed into Kenshin's arms.

The executioner, who had killed countless people, threw away his weapon inexplicably, and even he himself was surprised.

Subconsciously, I don't want to kill.

That's probably fate.