This rain of arrows is not aimed at the disciples sent by the natural reason school, because the thieves are very close to them, if they want to shoot them, I am afraid that their companions will also be affected, so the target of the arrow rain is the villagers who have been protected behind the swordsmen and are already out of danger.

The flames cut off the back path of the swordsmen, and by the way, cut off the lives of innocent people.

"Hmm!" Qishi had no way to stop this, she could only watch as these fanatics laughed wildly.

It seems that he doesn't kill for the sake of killing, but just wants to destroy what the swordsmen are trying to protect and kill people as his highest happiness.

Maybe it's because the swordsmen have to thwart their plundering time and time again, maybe it's because they've been dehumanized by this world, or maybe there are other reasons, Qishi expressed his understanding.

Showing consideration does not mean forgiveness.

The sword is a murderous weapon that takes people's lives.

But why can't it be a murder weapon to protect lives?

The weight in one's own hands is not only from the people who were killed, but also from the undead.

"The devil is crooked." Okita said coldly.

The rain of arrows burned a piece of land, cutting off the swordsmen's back and cutting off the villagers from them.

Then, more than a dozen thieves jumped out from the rear and continued to kill and plunder those who survived. Taking advantage of the moment when the swordsmen were frozen, the thieves who were originally being pursued broke away from the battle and wanted to escape.

"Director-General!! Bring someone to hunt them down!! Slash them all!! ”

Isamu Kondo roared like thunder

"Ten people, follow me."

Actions are like the wind.

This man was the first to rush through the barrier of flames, and no matter how the flames scorched his skin, his eyebrows did not wrinkle, so decisive and staggering.

"Matsushita-kun, let's go, don't fall behind." After hearing Isamu Kondo's order, Soji Okita immediately bit the tail of the fleeing thieves with the rest of the people, and as for Isamu Kondo, they don't need to worry at all, do they?

In a frontal battle, the seven realities will not play a role.

However, there is still a little bit of the seven realities of the brain or something.

"The ambush is still there."

There is only one high ground in the surrounding terrain, surrounded by woods, where else can the ambush be?

"Okita-kun! Take people up, go there! ”

Nanami pointed to the high ground, Okita Soji also understood the meaning of Shichishi, he was very bright, and he outflanked the people with him, and when he saw Okita Soji leading people away, the thieves who were being pursued were obviously also confused, they paused, not knowing whether to chase over and volunteer or continue to escape.

"You guessed it." Qishi strengthened his conjecture, and the swordsmen also forced up at the moment when the thieves hesitated, raising their long knives, just to kill the villains.

The cold light flashed, and the black blood splattered under the night, and the human head gurgled and rolled on the ground.

"It's over, probably."

Without the danger of being ambushed, these thieves were no match for the swordsmen, and after a few breaths, the battle was over.

Okita Soji came back with the people, but a few unlucky ones suffered a few skin injuries, and the others were unharmed, and everyone walked back silently, and the battle in the village was over, and the ground was pitch black, and the sparks showed what had happened here not long ago.

The villagers cried out in pain.

Not for the burned houses, not for the looted food and property, just for the dead loved ones.

When a person dies, a family is slashed with a bloody knife, and the pain of this knife may be healed by time, but the scars left behind can never be erased.

"Director-General, how's it going?" Kondo stood upright with his sword, and although he had defeated the thief, the man was not a little excited or happy, and he was even more lonely, and this loneliness was very painful for him.

The Seven Realms also felt this pain, and everyone present was suffering from the pain, and they silently treated the wounded, and some of the injured were too badly injured to be transported back to the headquarters of the Natural Mind Flow by a few disciples.

"Thanks to Matsushita-kun, she helped a lot by pointing out the location of the ambush."

"Really? Thank you, little ghost, for being that man's apprentice. Isamu Kondo thanked Nanami Asakura, he didn't despise Nanami because she was just a child, he wasn't as rough as his outside, maybe he was unexpectedly a delicate manno.

"Okita, do you often fight thieves and villains like this?"

"After the attack of the black ships, the Tama area is indeed a bit chaotic, and we have fought with thieves like this several times." Okita nodded his head, "After all, there is no way to stand by and watch, the master taught me to pay attention to the flow of natural reason and pay attention to conforming to the original heart and improvising, I don't know much about this, but if it comes to conforming to the original heart, my original intention is to save these people." ”

Go with your heart, right?

That's why Isamu Kondo rushed through the flames without hesitation, it wasn't without a plan, but just moving with his heart.

"It's amazing." Nanami muttered to himself

"Of course it's great, hee-hee." Soji Okita pinned his hands behind his head, shook off the gloomy and hearty smile just now: "Okay, go and help the villagers, will Nanami take care of people?" ”

"I know, I studied medicine with a physician before."

Qishi recalled what he had learned from the old man in the green onion, but it had been half a year, and he should have forgotten it.

The little by little of Panasonic's old man's treatment of people, Qishi remembers it clearly.

"Why are you stunned?"

"Uh, nothing, let's go."

In the second half of the night, everyone did not rest, Qishi was the first time to work as a doctor, he dealt with the trauma of the villagers and swordsmen, relying on his memory and the doctor of the natural flow of reason to prescribe medicine for the wounded to heal the wounded, the body at this age could not stay up all night, but Qishi relied on a trace of obsession in his heart to survive until dawn, and he lasted until everyone was properly handled.

And then it's time to go down.

"Father."

Isamu Kondo suffered a lot of burns, but he still didn't rest, and after a little treatment, he found Shusuke Kondo.

"What's wrong?" Shusuke Kondo was sitting in the courtyard, listening to his adopted son.

"If it goes on like this, it's not a way, and people will be more sad in the future."

"Hmm."

"I have an idea."

"Say it."

Isamu Kondo knelt down

"I want to set up some dojos around the villages to teach the villagers the meaning of the natural flow of compassion so that they can protect themselves."

Shusuke Kondo closed his eyes.

"Yong, what is the root of the natural flow of reason?"

"Go with your heart." Isamu Kondo replied

"Why, then, are you asking me for advice here? Do what you want. Kondo Shusuke sighed: "As the leader of the next generation, it's time for you to make your own decisions, as a samurai, these hands have to hold not only the sword, but also the righteousness." ”

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